Slytherin Boys Imagines

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖻𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗉𝗍.2 - 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝗏𝖾𝗋.

                                *rival families and they find out*
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Draco Malfoy:

When you go home for the Winter break, your parents are waiting for you at the door. "Sweetheart, I've missed you!" Your mom exclaims, enveloping you in a tight hug. "What's this I hear about a relationship between you and the young Malfoy?" Your heart stops dead at your dad's words. "I- No. I don't know what you're talking about, Father. There's nothing going on between us." You ramble, hurrying to try and cover your tracks. "Darling. We know, it's okay. What matters to us is that you're happy. We've already talked to Lucius and Narcissa, and they too, are okay. In fact, we're all having dinner at their house tonight." They watched as your mouth fell open, your heart beating at a million miles per hour. 

That night, as you waited in front of the door to Malfoy Manor, you couldn't help the giddy feeling that rose within you. Fixing the dress you were wearing, you watched as Draco opened the door. There was a smile on his face as he politely greeted your parents and welcomed them in. As soon as they'd walked past him, you ran to him, hugging him. "I told you we'd be okay, my love." He murmured, kissing you softly before holding your hand and proudly bringing you into his home. 

Mattheo Riddle:

Mattheo had been terrified of going back home, knowing that some people around school had caught you and him together. Shaking, he opened the door to his father's study. "Ah, come in, my son."  He immediately froze, "Yes father." Mattheo watched him sit down, his father's stare piercing into his own. "How's dear y/n?" Time and space came to a halt around Mattheo at those words. How, how, how. The words echoed through his head, and he felt his lungs collapsing. "I wouldn't know," he grit out, tears stinging to his eyes. "My son, I know about your relationship with her."  His blood ran cold, memories of you flashing through his mind. "I have already talked to her parents. We have come to a mutual agreement that this will be a powerful family alliance. You have my permission to be with her." Again, even the mere air around him seemed to stop at his father's words. They were okay with it? "I have invited them for dinner. Do get ready, son." 

Impatiently, he waited on the front porch, waiting for you and your family to apparate there. As soon as he heard a cracking sound, his eyes snapped up and met your ones. You ran to him, and he hugged you tight. He picked you up and spun you around. "We're okay, darling. We're okay." He whispered over and over again, relaxing you. 

Tom Riddle:

When you went home for the first time since the start of the year, you froze upon seeing Tom and his father sitting with your parents in your home. Your knees buckled at the sight of Tom, and you could see the fear in his eyes, the same fear that could be seen in your eyes. "Ah, welcome home, my dear!" Your mother welcomed, rushing to hug you. "Mother, what are they doing here?" You asked in hushed tones. "Now, don't you worry about that. Come, join us." She guided you to table. Cautiously, you sat opposite from Tom, your eyes meeting his once again. "Now, the reason we're here is because we know about the relationship you two have been concealing from us." Your expression morphed into one of horror, and you watched Tom going pale. "We know why you felt the need to do so. But, Y/n's parents and I have come to the conclusion that the joining of our families will be for the better. A union of two prominent Wizarding families." Tom's father stated. Instinctively, your gaze found Tom's. 

"I'm sorry. I need some air." You rambled, shooting out of your chair and strolling out of the house. Once you reached your garden, you began pacing, thinking of everything that could go wrong if she accepted. "Angel," his voice broke you out of thought. "Tom," you whispered, walking towards him. His arms went around you, pulling you close to him. You wrapped your hands around his torso, unwilling to let him go. "It's us against the world. Now and forever." He stated, pressing a kiss to your head.