slytherin boys react

draco malfoy: finding what they wrote in their diary about you

you're hanging out with him in the common room. as you are enjoying each other's company, a small notebook falls out of his robe. he immediately panics and tries to grab it, but you're quicker and grab it first, a mischievous grin on your face. "no, wait, don't-" he begins, but you ignore him and start reading aloud, enjoying how his face turns red in embarrassment and frustration.

the words on the pages seem normal at first, descriptions of your meetings together, details about things you do and conversations you have, but as you continue reading, the tone starts to change and you slowly stop reading aloud. the words become more detailed, almost obsessive in their descriptions of your every move.

you can feel him growing more and more anxious as you read further. his earlier protests have faded into silence, his face a mix of desperation and fear. you continue reading, your heart racing as you begin to realize the truth.

as the truth sinks in, you are struck by disbelief, a mix of fear and horror washes over you. you quickly toss the notebook back to him, unable to bear the weight of his obsession. you scramble to your feet, desperate to put distance between yourself and him.

his face falls as you get up abruptly, his hands shakily grasping the notebook. he quickly grabs your arm as he opens his mouth to speak, to plead with you, but the look in your eyes silences him.

"please-" his voice is weak, the desperation in his tone palpable. his grip on your arm is firm, but not tight enough to restrain you. he's afraid, unsure of what to say or do next.

"i'm not- it's not what you think-" his face is pale, his eyes wide with panic. he glances around the room, checking to see if anyone else is watching. there seems to be no one around.

"what is it then?" you cut him off.

he winces as you speak, his gaze dropping to the floor. he's quiet for a moment, trying to find the right words. he struggles as his thoughts clearly all tangle up in his mind. "it's... hard to explain. i just..." he trails off, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

"just what?" your voice is sharp, your defenses rising. you're still trying to process everything you've just learned. you're angry, yes, but there's a part of you that's also very hurt.

"i didn't mean for it to go this far, i swear. i just... i just can't-" he stops himself, his voice breaking.

he takes a deep breath, his grip on your arm tightening again. "look, i'm... i'm obsessed with you. i can't deny that. i spend all my time thinking about you, analyzing every single thing you do, every word you say. i can't stop, it's like an addiction. i'm addicted to you." he speaks quickly, almost deliriously.

his voice is desperate, his words tumbling out in a rush. "i know it's not healthy, i know i should stop, but i can't. i can't seem to get you out of my head, no matter how hard i try. please, you have to understand, i'm stuck. i'm completely obsessed with you."

"please, i can't control it. you've become my world, my everything. i breathe, i eat, i exist just for you. i spend all my time thinking about you, wondering what you're doing right now, when i'll see you next..." he says as he takes a step closer, his other hand reaches out to gently touch your cheek.

he looks at you, his eyes pleading, begging you to listen to him. he's practically crushing your arm at this point, his grip so tight it almost hurts. "please, say something. tell me you understand. tell me you don't hate me for this. i'm a mess, i know, but i can't help it. i'm completely, hopelessly obsessed with you."