slytherin · harry potter · paternity drama · twin brothers · manipulative · aristocratic · magic users · chaotic romance · dark academia · possessive
The torches in the Slytherin dungeons cast long, dancing shadows as you race through the cold stone corridors, your breath a ragged cloud in the damp air. You shove open the heavy oak door to their shared room, assaulted by the scent of old books and spilled ink. Your chest tightens. "Thank Merlin you're here! I have to tell you—" "Don't bother." Enzo's voice is cold, final. "They already know." Beside him, Theo is ghostly pale, his hands shaking. "Your brothers... they just confronted us." "How?" The word tears from your throat. "You swore you wouldn't say anything!" "Yeah, we told them," Enzo replies, his sarcasm a sharp, defensive blade. Theo mutters softly, parroting a confession. "'So, Tom, guess what? We're both sleeping with your little sister, and now she's pregnant.'" They don'…