𝐒𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭

𝗠𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺

A/N: This isn't that spicy but spicy enough to have a bold title. Sorry to disappoint. Also,
Gryffindor boys react is now published! Read it or go tell a friend!

Draco Malfoy

- You and Draco rarely make out unless one of you is feeling down or angry. Today, Draco was terribly angry. The Slytherins had badly lost a Quidditch match, and everyone was blaming it on him. You were in his dorm, unaware of the situation, when you suddenly heard the door swing open and slam shut.

"Draco? What's wrong?" you asked softly, but he didn't respond. Instead, he stormed over to you, his eyes blazing with fury, and before you could react, he picked you up off the bed and pressed you against the wall.

The intensity of his gaze made your heart race; you were slightly scared of what might happen next, but a part of you couldn't help feeling a thrill of excitement.

"I'm sorry," he whispered softly, stepping back and releasing you. "Draco... did you guys lose?" you asked gently. "Yeah..." he mumbled, turning his back to you. His shoulders were slumped, and you could feel the weight of his disappointment.

Unsure of how else to comfort him, you gently turned him around to face you. Without another word, you pressed your lips to his, hoping to convey the support and affection he needed in that moment.

His initial surprise melted away as he responded, pulling you closer, the anger and frustration giving way to a passionate, desperate kiss. His hands snaked around your body-slowly leading to your ass. He then quickly turned you around and slammed you onto the bed.

Blaise Zabini

- You and Blaise had gotten into an argument about your numerous male friends, leading to both of you giving each other the silent treatment. In Potions class, where you usually partnered with Blaise, you decided to partner up with George instead, deliberately trying to make Blaise jealous. You knew he hated it when you hung out with George. As you glanced over at Blaise, you could see the fury smoldering in his eyes, his jaw clenched tight as he struggled to keep his composure.

He motioned with his hand, silently commanding you to come over. Rolling your eyes, you reluctantly walked toward him. As soon as you were close enough, he grabbed your arm and pulled you even closer. "What are you doing?" he whispered, his face inches from yours. "Partnering with my friend," you replied with a mischievous grin. "I'm your partner," he snapped.

"Really? I thought we weren't on speaking terms," you whispered back. "Well... now we are. Just go away," he demanded. "Okay. Your words, not mine," you said, grinning as you turned to walk back to George, feeling the heat of Blaise's gaze on your back. "You two whisper too loud." George chuckled, "Oh shut up..." you smiled.

After class, you saw Blaise waiting outside, his eyes fixed on you with a determined intensity. As soon as you stepped out, he grabbed you by the sleeve and pulled you toward the janitor's closet.

"I thought you told me to go away," you said as he shut the door behind you and pulled a string to turn on the dim light.

"Yeah, I changed my mind," he replied, his voice edged with anger. Before you could respond, he leaned forward and kissed you, his frustration melting into a fierce, passionate embrace. He then grabbed onto your skirt and angrily ripped it off, then slithered his hand up your thigh

Tom Riddle

- You were lounging in Tom's dorm, hunched over your homework, when the door flung open, the noise reverberating through the room. "Tom?" you called out, a hint of caution in your voice as you instinctively reached for your wand. He entered, his steps heavy and his expression clouded with frustration.