slytherin royals [draco malfoy]

𝟎𝟎𝟒.

"Wake up"

she's on the floor of the forbidden forest. her eyes snap open in one brief motion. her heart is beating rapidly. as she rolls over onto her back a figure is towering over her. mattheo riddle. the son of the dark lord himself. he's playing with a knife in one hand, maneuvering it swiftly between his knuckles.

"that was nice game of hide and seek we just played.", he says, his voice low and gravelly.

prim inhales sharply at the sight of the bloody boy that towers over her, a sharp pain striking her chest as she does so. she remains silent, staring up at the riddle anticipating something. anything.

he kneels down closer to her level, placing loose strands of her hair securely behind her ear. before leaning down and whispering something.𝙒𝘼𝙆𝙀 𝙐𝙋

her eyes snap open once more, this time in the comfort of her bed. another nightmare had stirred her awake in the middle of the night.

"ugh", she groaned knowing damn well she would not be able to fall back asleep after that.

with that in mind, she moved her soft sheets to the side, sliding out of bed and into her slippers. she headed to the bathroom of her dorm, sleepiness still weighing her down as she walked. as she flicked the light on her puffy eyes were more than noticeable, the darkness under both her eyes showed the lack of sleep she'd been getting lately. she flicked the light back off, her eyesight not quite adjusted to the brightness yet.

as she stood there in the middle of the room she contemplated what to do with yet another night of no sleep. she'd been just laying there and staring at the ceiling the past couple of days, casting a spell to replace the roof of her dorm with stars as a distraction from her racing thoughts. dreading the idea of having to do that again, she decided to just head out of her dorm and into the Slytherin common room, not even bothering to change out of her sleepwear.

the fireplace was still crackling as it did so every night. a cold breeze entered the common room through some open windows and she decided to move closer to the fireplace for the nice warmth. she plopped on the couch staring at the fire as it danced around in green flames.

in the reflection of the thin glass that protected one of the portraits above the fireplace she spotted a figure she soon recognized as the boy who haunted her dreams. or nightmares.

"riddle.", she greeted, non-enthusiastically.

"mikealson", his deep voice greeted back.

the Slytherin girl continued to stare at the flames as she felt the couch sink to her right.

"can't sleep either?", he inquires.

"mhm", is all the mikealson says. not wanting to think about the boy next to her that she couldn't seem to avoid both physically and mentally. what neither of them knew however, is that they both dreamed of each other. the same exact dream. the roles replaced.