Slytherin Boys One Shots

Slytherin Boys React To: YN Dancing alone in the rain

Draco Malfoy:
Draco had always prided himself on his impeccable composure, but as he strolled through the Hogwarts grounds one evening, he found it increasingly difficult to maintain. The rain was falling steadily, creating a rhythmic patter on the cobblestone paths and lush greenery. He was on his way back from a late meeting with Professor Snape when he saw a figure moving gracefully in the courtyard.

Curiosity piqued, he stepped closer, his footsteps silent on the wet ground. Through the haze of rain, he recognized you, twirling and dancing with abandon, your laughter echoing softly in the empty courtyard. Draco halted, mesmerized by the sight. You were soaked through, hair plastered to your face, but there was a radiant joy in your expression that he couldn't tear his eyes away from.

For a moment, he felt an unfamiliar warmth in his chest, a flicker of something he couldn't quite place. It was as if your carefree spirit was contagious, breaking through the cold exterior he had carefully maintained. Without thinking, he found himself smiling—a rare and genuine smile that felt foreign on his face.

"What on earth are you doing?" Draco finally called out, unable to keep silent any longer.

You stopped mid-twirl, surprised to see him there. Your eyes met his, and a mischievous grin spread across your face. "Dancing in the rain, of course! Want to join me?"

Draco hesitated. This was not something he did—abandoning decorum and dancing in the rain. But the look in your eyes was so inviting, so full of life, that he found himself taking a step forward, then another, until he was standing beside you.

"Just this once," he muttered, more to himself than to you.

With a chuckle, you took his hand and pulled him into the dance. At first, he was stiff, awkward even, but your infectious laughter and the sheer exhilaration of the moment soon had him moving with a surprising grace. The rain continued to fall, but it was no longer a cold, unwelcome presence. It was part of the magic, a shared secret between the two of you.

Mattheo Riddle:
The storm clouds gathered above Hogwarts, casting a gray pall over the grounds. The first drops of rain fell softly, quickly turning into a downpour. You couldn't resist the urge to step outside, leaving your books and quills behind. The rain felt like freedom, each drop washing away the weight of the day. You twirled and danced, letting the water soak your robes, hair, and skin.

Unbeknownst to you, Mattheo Riddle stood under the shelter of an archway, eyes fixed on you. His usually cold and calculating gaze softened as he watched you. There was something enchanting about your carefree movements, a stark contrast to the controlled and often dark world he inhabited.

He stepped out into the rain, his steps deliberate and slow. You didn't notice him until he was just a few feet away. You stopped mid-spin, suddenly self-conscious under his intense gaze.

"Enjoying yourself?" he asked, his voice smooth and teasing, but lacking its usual edge.

You shrugged, trying to mask your embarrassment. "It's just rain. What's the harm in enjoying it?"

Mattheo's lips curved into a rare, genuine smile. "No harm at all. It's... refreshing to see someone embrace it so freely."

For a moment, you both stood in the rain, the distance between you closing with each heartbeat. Then, to your surprise, Mattheo reached out, gently taking your hand. "May I have this dance?" he asked, his tone sincere.

You nodded, and together you moved to the rhythm of the falling rain. In that fleeting moment, the barriers between you seemed to dissolve, replaced by a connection as natural and unrestrained as the storm around you.

Theodore Nott:
Theodore Nott sat under the cover of an ancient oak tree near the edge of the Hogwarts grounds, the rain a gentle patter against the leaves overhead. He often sought solitude in moments like these, finding comfort in the quiet and the rhythmic sound of the rain.