Slytherin Boys Imagines

𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗉𝗍.2

                                 *dating* *requested*
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Draco Malfoy:

⛤ as soon as you'd stepped out of his dorm, tears had begun streaming down your face. you ran straight to pansy's dorm, and laid in her arms as you cried and told her about what had happened. she sat there in silence, listening to you and rubbing soothing circles on your back. 

⛤a knock sounded on the door, and pansy got up. you sat up against the headboard, wiping your tears away as she opened the door. you could barely see the familiar blonde locks of hair before pansy turned around to look at you, softly asking you if you were okay. you nodded, and pansy opened the door even more and draco walked in, looking distressed and chaotic. 

⛤pansy left, shutting the door behind her. "draco, i-" you started, but he cut you off, "let me talk. please." you shut your mouth, waiting to hear what he had to say. "you're right. i have been prioritising school work recently and it's stressing me out. but that was no reason for me to say what i said, or do what i've been doing. you're not a coward, and i know you weren't trying to break up with me. until i pushed the limit. i'm sorry. i truly am. i do love you, so much. and," he paused, taking a deep breath, "i really can't do this without you. i can't do anything without you really."

⛤ tears glossed over your eyes again as he stopped pacing and turned to look at you. "please," his voice broke, "don't leave me." standing up, you walked over to him and pulled him into a tight hug. as soon as you did so, you felt his body trembling, his tears staining your white shirt. "i'm sorry." he murmured in your ear, over and over again. 

⛤"it's okay, draco. you're stressed and-" he cut you off, pulling away slightly, to look into your eyes, "being stressed is never an excuse. don't justify what i did, love. i was wrong to say that, and i'm sorry. really, really sorry." 

⛤ you nod, pulling him back into a hug. after what felt like hours, you both pulled away, resting your forehead against his. "you have something of mine. i'd like to have it back." you said, smiling. the corner of his lips perked into a smile as he stepped back, pulling the ring out of his pockets.

⛤ holding your left hand out, you watched him slip the ring back on. "soon, it'll be an engagement ring on this finger," he whispered, bringing your hand up and pressing a kiss to your knuckles. 

Mattheo Riddle:

⛤you were on your way back to the common room, your hands moving to your face to wipe off your tears when you heard rapid footsteps behind you. "y/n!" mattheo called, but you didn't turn around. you lifted your hand, flipping him off, before increasing your pace. 

⛤the footsteps got closer, until a hand grabbed your wrist and forced you to turn. "let go of me, mattheo." you snapped, trying to move out of his grasp. "please, just listen to me, darling." he pleaded, his grasp on you loosening just slightly. "you had the time to talk earlier but you were just too full of yourself to do that. so no, mattheo. i don't want to listen to you." 

⛤"i'm sorry. i'm so fucking sorry. i shouldn't have said what i said. you were trying to talk to me and i was trying to deflect it." he rambled, finally letting go of you. "you should be sorry, and you shouldn't have said what you said. but you did." you reply, though not walking off. 

⛤"darling please. you're right. i did enjoy the attention i was getting from the other girls, and it did fuel my ego. but you," he took your hands in his, "being my girlfriend is the sole thing in my life that fuels me with the most pride. i love you. and i know i've been acting like a jerk recently, but i'll stop. for you, i'll do anything. but please, don't leave me. i want you. i need you with me."