Slytherin Boys Imagines

𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗇𝖺𝗇𝗍

                       *dating at school* *requested*
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Draco Malfoy:

⛤ you were sitting on the floor of your bathroom, your knees pressed to your chest as you sobbed, tears endlessly streaming down your cheeks. the positive pregnancy test was resting on the sink, though you couldn't bear looking it at yet again. 

⛤"love." you heard his voice, your eyes snapping up to see him walk into your room. as soon as he saw you, worry filled his features and he ran to you. "what's wrong?" he asked, kneeling down in front of you. "i-" you started, but the words seemed to be stuck in your throat. 

⛤"it's okay. take a deep breath, love." he soothed, wiping away your tears. doing as he said, you took in a shaky inhale, and exhaled slowly. "that's it. now tell me what's wrong." he said, taking your hands in his and rubbing your skin reassuringly. 

⛤ "i'm pregnant." your voice was soft. you were terrified of what he'd say. "a little louder for me, love." you took another shaky breath, before repeating, "i'm pregnant." you saw clearly as a mix of emotions appeared on his face. his mouth dropped open slightly in surprise, though you swore you could see happiness sparkling in his eyes.

⛤"with," a deep breath, "our baby?" a strong sense of relief flooded through you at his use of 'our'. you nodded, your tears calming down. "are you going to keep it? it's your choice of course, but i just want to-" he rambled, and this time, you held his hands, relaxing him. 

⛤ "draco." he looked up to meet your gaze. "i want to keep it." he let out a sigh of relief, closing his eyes momentarily. "but if you don't want to look after a baby this young, i'll understand." you say, softly wiping away the drying tears. his gaze snapped up to yours, raising a brow, "if i don't want to look after a baby? love, i already love this baby and the little one's not even born yet. i'm doing this with you. every step of the damn way. and we'll figure something out with school." 

⛤ "it's our last year anyway," you smiled, and he nodded in agreement, before pulling you into a tight hug. 

Mattheo Riddle:

⛤you were sat in your bed, rocking back and forth slowly trying to process the fact that you were pregnant. dried tears stained your cheeks, your mind racing. "darling," mattheo called, walking into the room. his gaze fell on you, and he could instantly tell something was wrong. he rushed to you, sitting on the bed. 

⛤"what's wrong, darling?" he asks. you opened your mouth, but no words came out and you shut it. your gaze fell on the positive test sitting on your bedside table. he followed your line of sight, and saw it. you watched his body freeze, eyes wide as he turned to you. 

⛤"are you?" he asked, his voice cracking. you nodded, chewing on your lower lip nervously. "how? i thought we were careful." he stated, more to himself than you. "i don't know, matt." you replied, "but i'm keeping the baby. and i can understand if you don't want any part of the baby's life." 

⛤he hooked his index finger around your chin and brought your eyes up to meet his gaze. "are you fucking kidding me? of course i want to be a part of our baby's life. it's our baby, darling. not yours. and so i'm not leaving you alone. i love you, and i'll love the mini us just as much." 

⛤ you smiled at him, thankful for the fact that you had him. "i just hope the baby won't be as much of a menace as you," he joked. you feigned offence, "as me? merlin, if you pass down your horrible flirting skills and jokes, i'll be horrified." the two of you laughed, before he kissed you softly.