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Slytherin is for Lovers
Prologue
The Slytherin common room has been around for about one thousand years and yet nothing has really changed. The same gray and green encompassed the fireplaces, the same paintings with the same regal, haughty portraits hung from the walls, the same stone fireplace emits a dim glow. Yes, there are cob webs; yes, it's not the warmest house in the school; and yes, no one cares much.
Compared to the grandeur of Gryffindor or the homeliness of Hufflepuff or the comfortable atmosphere of Ravenclaw, Slytherin was about the worst one there. However, to those sly, cunning folks of Slytherin it was home and there was nothing wrong with being under the lake, or having the same rug for generations or that the sculptures were so tacky it was almost comical.
It's not like they couldn't do anything about it—most Slytherins came from some of the wealthiest families in Britain—no, they just chose not to. To Slytherins, it was an unwritten law that no one changed the Slytherin common room. As a Slytherin first year, one would surely wish to immediately owl their parents and complain about it but with time and a little, or not so little, nudge from the older years, it would become comfortable and anything different would be a breach in code.
Every year, the one thing that always changed about Slytherin was its inhabitants. This is a story of those "evil" kids who only have Death Eater fathers and hatred for muggleborns; of those poor misunderstood children who only need a helping hand to save them from the evils of their house; of those annoying rich brats who need to get their noses out of the clouds and get rid of those attitudes.
Whatever you think of them, these are their stories of love on their territory in their home that is Slytherin.
Chapter one up soon :D