?~HEARTS OF SLYTHERIN~?

~POV: Being your first day of classes at the prestigious school of Hogwarts, You managed to survive it quite well-except for Potions. But, let's not talk about that.

Pansy strolled beside you as the two of you stepped into the Great Hall, the air thick with the hum of students chattering and silverware clinking against plates. The familiar scent of freshly baked bread and roasted meat filled the space, a welcome comfort after a long morning of classes.

Daphne and Astoria had gone to the Owlery to send a letter home, promising to return in time for lunch. With them absent, you and Pansy made your way toward your usual spot at the Slytherin table.

But what happens when suddenly one of the boys from the Slytherin boys' group invite you guys to have lunch with them?

~Here's how the story would unfold with each of the Slytherin boys' POVs when their friends invite you and your friends over to their table to have lunch with them~

~💚Theodore Nott💚~

Theo walked into the Great Hall, his mind clouded with thoughts of Y/N as he made his way to the Slytherin table with his friends. She had left class-no, run out of class-the moment Potions ended. He already knew it had something to do with her embarrassment of answering Slughorn's question incorrectly. Still, another part of him couldn't help but worry about where she had gone off so abruptly.

His thoughts were interrupted when Mattheo strode ahead of him, clearly relieved that classes were finally over for the day. Now that lunchtime had arrived, there was no doubt he was about to go on a full-scale food rampage. The rich aroma of freshly baked bread and roasted beef filled the air, and Theo's stomach let out a quiet growl as he took a seat beside Lorenzo, who was already piling up his plate with duck roast and some Scotch eggs.

A loud scoff pulled Theo's attention just in time to see Draco scowling at Mattheo, who had shamelessly stolen the seat next to Tom Riddle-who, unsurprisingly, didn't look remotely interested in eating. Buried in his book, he seemed completely uninterested in Mattheo and Draco's dramatics.

"Fucking hell, I'm going to hex you, Riddle, if you take my seat like that!" Draco snapped, glaring at him.

But Mattheo only grinned viciously, feigning innocence. "Oh, come on, Malfoy... Wouldn't you let me sit next to my dear brother and enjoy a meal with him? Besides, I'm so hungry I could eat a whole cow-if I don't eat now, I might just faint."

He made an exaggerated, dramatic fainting gesture before promptly digging into his food like a man starved. Theo had to take another look just to confirm whether they were truly sitting with Mattheo Riddle or some ravenous cannibal they'd rescued from the outskirts of the Amazon.

Theo served himself some roasted beef as a visibly pissed-off Draco dropped into the seat beside him. With more force than necessary, Draco yanked a plate toward himself, piling it with roasted beef before aggressively cutting into the meat, his knife scraping against the plate. He shot daggers at Mattheo, who remained blissfully unaware-far too occupied with his food rampage to notice the blonde's murderous glare.

"Chill down, mate... just eat," Theo said calmly, glancing at Draco.

Draco narrowed his eyes at him but, much to Theo's luck, finally cooled down.

"He is such an asshole," Draco muttered, still glaring at Mattheo.

"Right... as always," Theo replied with a smirk.