Slytherin Boy Imagines

A Slytherin's Regret - Draco Malfoy

Word Count: 615

Warnings: arguing 

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In the dimly lit corridors of Hogwarts, whispers and secrets filled the air. The Slytherin common room, hidden behind the stone walls of the dungeons, was a place where alliances were forged, and hearts were often played like chess pieces. Among those who thrived in this environment was Draco Malfoy, a boy known for his icy demeanor and cunning ways. Yet, beneath his cold exterior, Draco found himself entangled in something unexpected: genuine affection for a fellow Slytherin, Clairo.

Clairo was different from the other girls. She was sharp, ambitious, and not easily swayed by Draco's charm. Perhaps that was what drew him to her. Their relationship had been a whirlwind of stolen moments and passionate exchanges, but like many things in the Slytherin house, it was built on precarious foundations.

One evening, in the Slytherin common room, a game of truth or dare took a sinister turn. Blaise Zabini, with a sly grin, dared Draco to break up with Clairo. The dare was cruel, but Draco, ever the prideful Slytherin, couldn't back down.

"Fine," Draco said, his voice steady but his heart heavy. "I'll do it."

He found Clairo in the library, her favorite sanctuary. She looked up from her book, her eyes lighting up as she saw him approach.

"Hey, Draco," she said with a smile.

Draco forced himself to stay cold. "We need to talk."

Clairo's smile faded. "What is it?"

"It's over, Clairo. We're done." The words were like ice, cutting through the warmth that had been between them.

Clairo blinked, disbelief washing over her face. "What? Why?"

Draco shrugged, trying to appear indifferent. "I'm just not feeling it anymore."Clairo's eyes filled with hurt, but she held her head high. "If that's how you feel, then fine."

She walked away, leaving Draco standing there, feeling a pang of regret. He had done it; he had completed the dare. But as he watched her go, he realized the cost was far greater than he had anticipated.

Days turned into weeks, and Draco found himself haunted by the memory of Clairo's eyes, the pain he had caused her. He tried to focus on his studies, on Quidditch, but nothing could erase the emptiness he felt. The common room no longer felt like home, and he found himself longing for the moments he had shared with her.

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, Draco sought out Clairo. He found her in the greenhouse, tending to the magical plants she adored.

"Clairo," he called out.

She turned to face him, her expression guarded. "What do you want, Draco?""I made a mistake," he confessed. "I didn't mean what I said. It was a dare. I was a coward, and I'm sorry."

Clairo's eyes narrowed. "A dare? You broke my heart over a dare?"

Draco nodded, shame washing over him. "Yes, and I regret it every day."

Clairo sighed, looking away. "I cared about you, Draco. I thought you were different. But if you're willing to hurt me for a dare, then maybe I was wrong about you.""Clairo, please," Draco pleaded. "Give me another chance."

She shook her head, her resolve unwavering. "No, Draco. You showed me who you really are. I deserve better than someone who would play with my heart like that."Draco felt a lump in his throat as he realized the finality of her words. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

Clairo nodded, her eyes softening just a bit. "I know you are. But that doesn't change what happened. Goodbye, Draco."

As she walked away, Draco knew he had lost her for good. The weight of his actions settled heavily on his shoulders, and he vowed to never let his pride and foolishness hurt anyone like that again. For in the game of hearts, Draco had learned, some mistakes were too costly to ever be undone.