slytherin boys react

theodore nott: trying to kill them but they become interested in you

"go on then," he says, his voice softer than intended. "what are you waiting for?"

you hesitate for a moment, your wand still pointed at him. you had planned to cast a spell, to incapacitate him or worse, but something about the look in his eyes catches you off guard. there's a vulnerability there, a hint of something that makes you want to drop your guard.

"i..." you begin, your voice faltering. "i'm waiting for you to give me a reason to let you go." you say.

he takes a step towards you, his hands still held up in surrender. he can see the conflict etched into your face, the hesitation in your stance. his heart thumps in his chest as he takes another step, closing the distance between you.

"i could give you a thousand reasons," he says, his voice rough. "but i think there's one that would mean more than any other."

he stops just a few feet away from you, his gaze never leaving yours. his eyes search your face, studying your every feature, every expression. and as he looks at you, something shifts in him, a realization hitting him like a bolt of lightning.

"you're beautiful," he says softly, his voice tinged with wonder. "i've never seen anyone as beautiful as you." he says.

your breath hitches in your throat at his words, your guard slipping for just a moment. you expected anger, resentment, maybe even a plea for mercy. but the sincerity in his voice, the open vulnerability in his expression, it throws you off.

"why are you saying this?" you ask, your voice almost a whisper. "you don't even know me." you say.

he takes another step closer, so close now that you can feel the heat radiating off his body. your wand still pointed at him, but the tension in the air is different now. there's an electricity crackling between you, an undeniable pull.

he reaches out, his hand hovering just millimeters from your cheek. "that's where you're wrong," he says, his voice low and intense. "i want to know you. all of you."

his hand cups your cheek, his thumb gently brushing against your skin. you can feel the heat of his touch, the pads of his fingers against your soft flesh. your heart is racing, your breath catching in your throat.

he takes another step, almost pressing himself against you. his other hand encircles your wrist, gently lowering the wand.

his palm feels warm against yours as he gently guides the wand away, his fingers intertwining with yours. he's so close now.

his other hand slides down to your waist, pulling you closer to him. "i want to know everything about you," he whispers, his breath fanning against your neck.

he pulls you flush against him, his hand slipping down your back, holding you tight. your heart is thundering in your chest, your body responding to his touch in ways you never expected.

he nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply. "you smell incredible," he murmurs, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

his lips brush against your neck, soft and warm, sending sparks of pleasure through you. his body is molded against yours, the heat of him seeping into your skin.

he runs his hand up your back, fingers tracing a path along the sensitive skin. "i can't explain it," he murmurs, his lips moving against your throat. "but i feel like i need you. like we're supposed to be together." he says.