INTERMISSION (slytherin boys imagines)

Miserable Man~DM

TW: Slight mention of SA

As I walk into class, I feel a heated stare on the side of my face. I look towards my right and see Draco, just staring at me from the other side of the classroom. During fourth year, Draco had asked me to the yule ball and I said yes, twenty minutes before he was supposed to pick me up, I see him and Astoria giggling and kissing each other in the corner of the common room. Ever since then I've been avoiding him like the plague, but not because I'm embarrassed, but because I always had a crush on him and he made me feel worthless after making a whole show of asking me to go with him just for him to get with someone else. I give him my deadliest glare, which is really nothing compared to how Mattheo does it, and walk towards my seat in the front of the class.

After the professor finishes his lecture, I put my things in my bag and sling it over my shoulder, I stand up and walk towards the back of the classroom to leave. As I walk out I feel a hand tug me into an empty classroom. Thinking it's Lorenzo I laugh it off and say "Lorenzo! Stop you idiot. I don't have time for this." I turn towards who I thought was Lorenzo and my smile disappears as I see platinum blonde hair and harsh green eyes staring back at me. "An idiot? what kind words." Draco scoffs and roll his eyes, he smiles, but not in a happy way, but in a mean, kind of scary way. I roughly pull my arm away from his grasp, he just stares at me with anger and what looks like jealousy "Why would you expect Lorenzo out of all of your friends to pull you into a classroom? Hmm?" he taunts me in a condescending tone "Is there something going on there that no one else knows about or is it just me that doesn't know about it?" This man is going crazy. "Draco you're clinically insane. What is going on with you? Are you off Your meds? Is all the bleach finally seeping into your brain?" I know how to make him mad, we all know the rumors that he bleaches his hair. "I'm not joking around with you. Are you and Lorenzo a thing?" he actually thinks he deserves the answer to his question, I mean sure he asked me out to the yule ball but we didn't even go to the ball together and sure he was looking for me the whole night until he saw me dancing with Fred. Of course he doesn't owe me anything but if you use that same mentality, I didn't owe him anything, I still don't.

"Seriously, Malfoy? why do you want to know? As a matter fact it doesn't concern you." I state the obvious to him. His face morphs into something even more angry than I thought possible he runs his hand through his hair as he clenches his teeth together, making his jawline flex. "You seriously don't know? I mean I asked you out to the yule ball fourth year and you left me there I looked for you all night just to see you dancing with Weasley." his tone is angry, and his fist are clenched. "You had me looking like an idiot all night I mean if you didn't want to go with me, you could've said no, but you said yes." Now his voice is strained and his face is red. His eyes though; those gorgeous green eyes that have had me in a chokehold since 1st year, they hold so much emotion in them that you wouldn't even know what he was feeling.

"Draco you must think that I'm dense. I saw you with Astoria before the ball; you didn't owe me loyalty but that also means I didn't owe you a date." I reply, already angry at him for making me relive this situation again. "I danced with Weasley because I have respect for myself." My anger is visible as I stare up into his eyes, hoping he can see the pain he's caused me. "What? I never kissed Astoria why would you-" He suddenly stops and his eyes widen, his face turns even more pale then it usually is, and turns around, making his back face me, as he covers his mouth with his hand. "That... that's not what you think I swear. I- I was..." He try's over and over again to explain that night but it seems to bring his actual distress. He starts to hyperventilate, he stumbles around, almost falling to the floor if his hand hadn't grabbed on to a near desk. "Draco? What's wrong?" I put one hand on the nape of his neck  whilst the other goes to his hand gripping the desk. "I- I'm having a panic attack. I rarely have them... I don't know w-what to do. Help me." He puts both his hands on my waist and grips harshly onto my uniform, he rests his head on top of my chest as he starts to cry, heavily.

I have no idea what to do, I've never had a panic attack, let alone help someone through it. "Shit, Draco I don't know what to do." I grab the back of his head and run my fingers through his hair, trying to soothe not just him but myself. "Draco, what do you need from me?" I grab onto the left side of his jaw, slowly lifting his head up from where it was laid on my chest. His eyes are red, full of tears, and his face is paler than usual. "Just hold me. Please." His eyes look up at me with those eyes would make me question my whole life. Those beautiful eyes welled unshed tears and the unspoken words he bares in his mind are said loudly in the silence.

"The day of the yule ball, right before I was going to get you from your dorm... Astoria approached me asking to talk. I know me and Astoria have history but that's all it is I swear, she led me into a corner and at first she was talking to me and asking me advice on how to tell her mother that she doesn't want to marry the man she was arranged to but then out of no where she jumped onto me and kissed me. I tried to push her off of me but I couldn't; she wouldn't get off even after I told her multiple times. When I was finally able to push her off, I immediately went to your dorm to find you but you weren't there; I looked everywhere for you, I was worried sick thinking something bad had happened to you. The ball had already started when I went to go ask Pansy if she knew where you were and that's when I spotted you with Weasley on the dance floor. What you saw wasn't what happened; I was trying so hard to get her off of me but she wouldn't listen no matter how many times I told her to stop." He chokes out the explanation. I cannot believe that bitch would do that him.

"I'll kill her. That bitch will be dead once i'm done with her." I sneer as I get up to go look for her and beat her ass. "No! please stay with me right now. This is the first time i've talked about what happened out loud." he mumbles and pull his face back into my chest as he lets out sigh. "Draco, what she did to you is inexcusable. She will get what she deserves, I promise you." I lift his chin up with both my hands and make sure he's looking at me. "It was not your fault, tell me you know that." I whisper to him staring into his beautiful eyes. "Yes. I know it's not my fault. Just promise not to go looking for her"

The Next Day

"I told you not to go looking for her and what do you do? Exactly that!" Draco's worried expression makes me giggle as he tends to the scratch above my eyebrow. "Well at least I won." I say wiggle my eyebrows but stop when my scratch starts to sting. "But now you're injured." He presses the damp cloth back to my scratch. Astoria decided mid fight that she was tired of losing and pulled her wand out. Cheater.
"It's just a little scratch." It was definitely more than a scratch, more like a deep wound. "This is not a little scratch. You'll need stitches for Merlin's sake." He throws his hands up in the air then puts them on his hips. "Why would you do that? She could've killed you if she wanted to."

"I almost killed her and I definitely wanted to." I say in all seriousness as I stare into his beautiful eyes. "You didn't deserve what she did to you, Draco. That's the least she deserves for what she did. I would kill her if it didn't mean i'd go to Azkaban." I mean every word, he's always been special to me no matter how mad I've been at him.

The room got quiet, the air filling up with tension we could no longer ignore. As he stood in between my legs he drops the cloth onto the sink counter. My chest rose and fell quickly while his hand hesitated in the space between us.

The pause stretches, unbearably, until he finally moves, closing the distance between us. His fingers gently brush against my jawline. I unconsciously lean into his touch as my eyes slowly fluttered close having a mind of their own.

Our lips met.

It wasn't a delicate kiss; it was raw and consuming, the kind of kiss that left no room for doubt. His hand slides to the back of my neck, pulling me impossibly close. My fingers grab onto the bottom of his shirt, clutching the fabric tightly; as though scared that he'll disappear.

Time splintered, stretching and collapsing around us. The kiss deepened, years of unspoken words, bottled up emotions, and suppressed desires spilling out.

When we finally pull apart, our breathes mingle in the mere inches between us. "We should do that more often."
"Just shut up and kiss me again."

I love this chapter sm. also i have a ton submissive smut thing but im kinda scared to post it.. lmk if yall want it loll.
xx~ Ari <3