Dangerous Love | Slytherin Boys X Reader

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I'm woken up and I turn over, "Five more minutes..." I hear someone speak, but in my groggy state, I can't make out what they are saying, "I'm too tired..." I hear someone groan before they shake me, "(Y/n). (Y/n), wake up!" I jolt up, seeing that I'm in the common room, laying on The couch, "What? Why...? Did I fall asleep out here...?" Someone clears their throat and I look up to see Draco standing in front or me with his arms crossed, "Did you get a good night's sleep there?" I mock him and his expression falls cold before he smirks as he sits behind me, "Don't make me kiss you again~"

My eyes widen and I turn to face him, "No, thank you! Bleh!" He chuckles, "Yeah, yeah. Well, that's why I chose it. I knew that you'd hate it." I cross my arms, "You don't have to be so cruel, you know." He smirks, "How much fun could that be? I like messing with people, it's my favorite past time." I sigh, leaning back in the chair, "Yet you don't like it when it happens to you." He chuckles, "Well, that's no fun." I roll my eyes, "Mhm, and you're not a spoiled brat?" he looks at me and I jump up from my seat, attempting to get out of his range.

I'm not fast enough, and he grabs my hand, pulling me back to the couch, "Turn around, and look at me." I slowly and hesitantly do as he asks, "Y-yes?" He tilts his head a bit, smirking, "Didn't I warn you of what was going to happen if you called me that again, Riddle?" I nervously chuckle, "Well, you see... the thing about that is... I never really called you that... per-say-" he pulls me in closer to him, "But you did~" Once I'm fairly close to him, he stands up, walking me backwards until I feel the warmth of the fire on the back of my legs, "W-what are you doing?"

He smiles, his eyes seemingly roaming my face, "Well, I'm just sharing the disgust. People are supposed to share, aren't they?" I can't do anything, he has me, if I try to move the wrong way, I could get burned by the fire. He takes his hand holding mine and interlocks his fingers in mine as he presses it up against the wall, loosely holding the side of my face with his other hand. I swallow my fear and my pride as he places his lips on mine. After a moment, he pulls away from the kiss, opening his eyes and I question, "You... kissing me... has no feeling behind it, right?"

He rolls his eyes, scoffing, "Of course not, I just like how you react to it." I sigh, "Well, that's a relief..." He looks at me for a moment before letting go of me, backing away. I look at him, "I'm going on a walk." He nods and I walk out of the common room. I walk until I find an area with grass, so I walk out before noticing Harry surrounded by a few people. I try not to be noticed as I try to walk away, but someone calls out my name and my face drains of blood when I hear the next word out of their mouth, "Diary."

I turn around, walking up to the group, "What are you talking about? I don't have a diary!" Harry looks up, seeing me, and before he can speak, his friend Ron does, "Oh yeah? Then what's this?" He holds up a book that I recognize as my book with letters in it, "Those are for my parents, you had no right to take that!" He smiles, looking at Harry before passing him the book, "Go ahead, Harry, give it a read." For a split second, he looks as if he doesn't wanna read it, but he does.

He opens the book, flipping through it and finding a page he wants to read, "Ah, here's one, 'Dear mom and dad, I'm so sorry to say that I've found out who my dad is. He was a really bad man, and after the week I've had, I'm starting to think I could be a villain as well.'" I run at him, trying to get the book, but someone grabs me, holding me back, "No! Let me go! Those are private letters!" Ron looks at me, "Yeah, but you never sent them." Harry flips through the book some more, stopping at another page that catches his eye, "Oooooh~ This is a rather good one, do you want me to read it for you? Maybe it'll help you think about it."

I narrow my eyes at him, spitting at him, but it doesn't make it to him, "You're acting like a big baby. Well, I guess that's why they call you the boy that lived instead of the man that lived." He looks at me, hatred in his eyes, "Well, there certainly is a man on your mind, so why don't I read this page." He flips the book around and I see the date in the page. It's the letter I wrote last night. I remember now, I fell asleep writing it. He flips the book back around and begins reading it, "Dear mom and dad, I need some help. I don't know what to do about this boy. At first glace, he's annoying and irritating, but I can't help but-" I cut him off, "Screw off, Harry!"

He looks at me and I wriggle out of the person holding me's grasp just well enough to spit in Harry's face. He wipes the spit from his face before walking up to me, "You know what?" I look at him, smirking, "What?" He takes a step towards me, "Normally, I would let you go off and have your little fling, but your brother?" I narrow my eyes at him, "That's a load of rubbish, and you know it!" He looks at me, nodding, "Maybe I do, but do you know what you're about to know?"

I snap back, "What?" He tosses the book over to Ron, "The pain you gave me."