Slytherin Boys Imagines

𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗋𝗀𝗎𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍

                                              *dating* *requested*
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Draco Malfoy:

⛤ you two were arguing about the fact that he cares too much about his familial reputation. "why can't i matter more for once!" you cried, and before you knew it, he had slapped your across the cheek. 

⛤he inhaled sharply, in shock of what he'd done to you. you held your cheek, tears streaming down your cheeks as you looked back up at him. "love, i-" he stepped closer to you, but you took a step back, shaking your head. "don't." you stated, your voice low. 

⛤he looked to the floor, his shoulders hunching with the weight of regret, "i didn't mean to do that. please believe me, i'm so sorry."  you wiped your tears away, looking at him, though his eyes were fixed to the ground. 

⛤ without saying a word, you walked to the door, reaching for the handle. "love, please," he called, grabbing your other wrist. you pivoted on your feet and roughly pulled your hand out of his grasp, "don't fucking touch me again." 

⛤you wanted to feel bad for him, but you couldn't. you wouldn't. not after what he did to you. "don't come after me, malfoy." you snap, before walking out of his dorm, your arms trembling with the shock of what he'd done to you.

Mattheo Riddle:

⛤he'd been stressed a lot recently, with the burden of his father's task looming over him. "matt, you need to relax. let's go out, take a break and have some fun." you advised, smiling softly. "i can't fucking relax, y/n. stop trying to help me." he snapped, pushing you out of the way. what he hadn't realised was how hard he'd pushed you. 

⛤you hit the corner of his desk, the wood pressing roughly against your hips and evoking a groan from you. he quickly turned to you, his expression immediately turning to shock and realisation at what he'd done. you lifted your shirt, seeing a light red bruise forming on your skin. 

⛤"fuck, darling, i'm so sorry." he took a step to you, but you moved back, keeping a hand tightly on the newly-forming bruise, the pain shooting through your body. you shook your head, tears welling in your eyes. "i didn't mean to hurt you." he murmured, keeping his eyes on yours.

⛤"but you did." you reply, moving towards the door. you knew it was somewhat accidental, but it didn't change the fact that he still hurt you. "give me time," your voice was low, and you saw him nod in understanding. 

⛤ the pain in his eyes sent a pang of hurt through you, but you refused to be soft towards him. you swung the door open and walked out, just as tears began to stream down your cheeks. 

Tom Riddle:

⛤he was being very distant lately, and you felt as though he didn't want you guys' relationship so you confronted him about it. "i'm just trying to talk to you, tom!" you say, and you could see him getting very pissed. 

⛤"please, just talk to me." you begged, tears welling in your eyes. suddenly, he punched the mirror beside him, and you turned away, trying to shield yourself. but you failed, and a shard of glass embedded itself in your arm. 

⛤ you inhaled sharply at the pain, blood beginning to fall from the cut in your arm. looking up at tom, you saw him looking down at his bruised knuckles, before tilting his head towards you. instant regret flashed through his eyes, but he didn't say anything to you.

⛤with a soft groan, you pulled the small shard out, throwing it to the ground and immediately covering the wound with your hand, pressing tightly to try and limit the flow of blood. he opened his mouth to say something, but shut it again.