Slytherin Boys Imagines

𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗋𝗀𝗎𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗉𝗍.2

*dating* *requested* P.S I do not support nor justify violence in                       relationships - this is a fictional piece of work
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Draco Malfoy:

⛤ you were sat in your bed, rocking back and forth and letting the shock dissipate. your arms were trembling, dried tears staining your cheeks. your head was tilted downwards, your gaze fixed on the bedsheet. 

⛤not bothering to look up when the door knocked, you just called, "come in." the door creaked open, and you lifted your head, your stare meeting draco's. the regret in his eyes brought back a surge of shock through you and you shot up from your bed. 

⛤"love, please." he begged. "no." you shook your head, your lips quivering. he took a step towards you, but you moved away and he stilled. "please, can we please talk? i swear to you. i never meant to hurt you." he took a seat on the bed, not taking his eyes off of you. 

⛤ you stayed silent, allowing him to continue. "i was stressed, frustrated, pissed. but i shouldn't have taken it out on you. i would never want to hurt you, or be the reason that you're crying. i don't deserve your tears. but i am so sorry." he apologised. 

⛤you wrapped your arms around your body as you walked towards him, sitting down beside him on the bed. you two were barely touching, and though it hurt, he understood why. "i need time." you murmured, and he nodded rapidly. "i love you, draco. but you hurt me. truly. i need time to forgive you." you put your hands on top of his, glancing at him through the corner of your eye and watching as he nodded, a tear running down his cheek. 

Mattheo Riddle:

⛤you were in your bathroom, pressing an ice pack to the bright bruise as it turned more purple by the minute. mattheo hadn't meant to hurt you as much as he had, you knew that. but you couldn't excuse the fact that he had meant to push you away, and forcefully at that. 

⛤walking out of the bathroom, you kept the ice pack pressed against the bruise. suddenly, the door swung open and mattheo strode inside. his gaze met yours, then dropped down to the ice pack, and back up to your eyes. "darling," he murmured, a tone of pleading in his voice. "what?" you snapped back, more harshly than you wished your voice to be. 

⛤"i'm sorry. please believe me. i would never do anything to hurt you. i was just angry and i said and did things i didn't mean. i'm incredibly sorry," he apologised, his lips trembling slightly. "you promised you would never hurt me. remember?" you replied, diverting your gaze from his. 

⛤"i know. i know, and darling, i'm so sorry. i can barely stand the idea of you being hurt, let alone by me." he took a cautious step forward, and so did you. you stood still, allowing him to take another step, then another, until he was barely a few inches away from you. "i can't forgive you right now, but i will," you said. 

⛤ he smiled softly, taking the ice pack away from your hips. his expression dropped immediately as he saw the bruise, but you cupped his face and lifted his head up, so that his gaze met yours. "it'll be okay. we'll be okay," you whispered. 

Tom Riddle:

⛤you were sitting on the counter of your bathroom, with pansy helping you to close the wound. hissing in pain at the disinfectant, you were telling her about what had happened. "fuck him," she replied, and you laughed lightly as she cleaned the drying blood around your wound. as the wound was completely stitched, the door of your dorm creaked open.