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Hiii!Just a few quick things about this story. ALL MAIN CHARACTERS ARE IN THEIR SEVENTH YEAR AT HOGWARTS SO LETS SAY THEY'RE 17/18.THIS BOOK WILL/DOES CONTAIN SMUT AND MATURE LANGUAGE!(At the time that i'm writing this i've literally just published the first 11 parts for the first time ever!OMG I'M SO SCARED!)THIS BOOK IS ALSO A SLOWWWW BURN! Like i don't want to give too much awayy but most smut scenes havent even been written yet unless your reading this at a later date ofc. But currently its like 12:09pm on 25/10/2025 as im writing this sooooo....
...I really do hope you guys have a good time reading this.It is my first ever book published/being published on Wattpad so I'm sorry but you may not think it's perfect.All I want to say is that I really like it and I just wrote it for a bit of funnn and i'll try to write as many parts as I can during my day bc i'm literally doing my GCSES (and omfdsss i have my November Mocks in like 1 WEEK LIKE HELP!But that's just extra infooo...) and I HAVE A LIFE GUYS I LOVE YOU but sometimes i may not be able to write parts at the speed of lighttt :) (it's sad ik )
ALSO PLEASE VOTE AND LMK WHAT YOU BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE THING OF THE BOOK!
ANYWAY. Thats enough from meeee..Lovee you!
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------There's something about Slytherin mornings that feels different from the rest of Hogwarts. The air down here hums with ambition. It smells faintly of parchment, cologne, and old magic—the scent of people born to rule.
Our table is always the same: six names every student in this castle knows by heart.
Draco Malfoy, heir to generations of perfection.
Blaise Zabini, smooth as obsidian, charm sharper than a dagger.
Theodore Nott, quiet brilliance and dangerous smile.
Pansy Parkinson, elegance personified, dressed like she's already hosting a gala.
Vivienne Rosier, my partner in beautiful chaos.
And then there's me—Katherine Salvatore, the Salvatore heiress with a reputation almost as cold as the silver crest on my robes.
Our parents call us "the new generation of the Sacred." Hogwarts calls us trouble.
They're both right.
We've grown up in drawing rooms filled with whispers of bloodlines and power, with names that make professors stand a little straighter. The Malfoys, the Rosiers, the Notts, the Parkinsons, the Zabinis—and my own, the Salvatores. Our families dine together, do business together, and make sure the world remembers that old blood still runs the deepest.
The Salvatores built their fortune in ancient spellcraft and rare potion trade—half empire, half legend. My mother always says we don't need to chase power; we inherit it. Maybe that's true, but I've learned power feels better when you take it for yourself.
As I look around the table, laughter echoing off the stone walls, I realize how much I love this group. We are chaos and refinement in one breath—sharp edges wrapped in silk. Pansy teases Theo until he grins and pretends not to care. Blaise leans back, watching everything with that lazy amusement that hides how clever he is. Vivienne tosses her hair like a challenge, and Draco smirks at me from across the table, eyes full of secrets only we understand.
It's perfect.
Our world is perfect.
And maybe that's exactly why it won't stay that way.
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