slytherin boys react

draco malfoy: trying to break up with them but they're crazy

the air is thick with tension as you find yourselves alone in your room, just the two of you. his intense gaze is fixated on you, his demeanor a mixture of intensity and possessiveness. he's expecting something, his mind already racing with unspoken thoughts and demands. as you take a deep breath, you begin the conversation that's been weighing on your heart, knowing that it won't be easy. "i think we should break up, draco."

you brace yourself for a fight, expecting him to explode in anger or try to stop you from leaving. but to your surprise, his initial response is a calm acceptance. he nods slowly, his expression neutral. "okay," he says, his voice devoid of emotion. "if that's what you want."

you can't help but be momentarily taken aback by his lack of reaction. you had braced yourself for a storm, but instead, he's acting oddly composed. you watch him closely, searching his face for any signs of anger or aggression. but he simply looks at you, his eyes unreadable. "you sure this is what you want?" he repeats, his voice still devoid of any real feeling.

hesitating, you try to gauge his true emotions. something feels off about his calm demeanor. "yes," you reply firmly, trying to sound convincing. "i'm absolutely sure."

you sit on the edge of the bed, thoughts swirling through your mind as you try to process the situation. but just as you're lost in your thoughts, you hear a loud crash, the sound of shattering glass breaking the silence.

startled, you turn to see him standing in front of your dresser, dropping bottles of perfume onto the ground. they smash against the floor, the glass shattering into tiny shards, and the fragrance of your perfume fills the room.

your heart clenches in your chest as you watch him destroy your belongings. he's acting out now. he may have initially tried to appear unbothered, but now the truth is clear. he's furious.

you stand up, your hands clenching into fists at your sides. you try to keep your voice steady. "what are you doing?" you ask, your voice coming out a little shakier than you would like.

he looks up from the shattered glass, his eyes locking onto yours. his face is twisted into a dark, venomous expression. "what does it look like i'm doing?" he snaps, his voice low and dangerous. "i bought these for you, i can do as i please."

you take a small step forward, your voice becoming more firm. "you have no right to break my things!" you try to sound assertive, but there's a hint of fear in your voice. "just because you bought them doesn't mean you get to destroy them when you feel like it!"

he sneers, his eyes narrowing as he takes a step towards you. "i have every right!" he snaps, his voice rising in volume. "these are mine! everything i've bought for you, it's all mine. i can do whatever i want with it!" his voice takes on a possessive edge, as if he sees you as his property rather than a person.

he moves closer to you, closing the distance between you. he steps over the shattered glass, ignoring the shards on the floor, and stands directly in front of you. he leans down, his voice becoming a growl. "and as for you," he says, his eyes locking onto yours, he reaches out and grabs your wrist, his grip tight and possessive. "you belong to me," he says, his voice taking on a menacing tone. "you're nothing without me. i've given you everything you have. i own you."

he suddenly looks down at his hand, still gripping your wrist, and grimaces. it's as if his own touch disgusts him. he lets go of you, shoving you away roughly. "ugh, i can't believe i touched you," he sneers, wiping his hand on his pants. "you're filthy, disgusting." he steps back, his expression twisting into a look of revulsion. "i can't believe i ever had feelings for you," he spits out. "you're ugly, worthless. i don't know why i ever gave you the time of day."

his words are like knives, cutting into you, tearing at your self-esteem and self-worth. but you try not to let him see how much he's hurting you. "you're just saying that because you're angry," you say, trying to keep your voice calm.

he laughs harshly, a cold, mirthless sound. "angry? i'm way past anger. i'm disgusted. disgusted that i ever saw anything in you. disgusted that i ever thought you were worthy of my attention." he takes another step back, putting more distance between you.

he looks you up and down as if studying a repulsive bug. "i must have been delusional," he mutters. "i must have been out of my mind to think i could ever care about someone like you."

he studies you for a moment, his eyes roaming over your body with a cold, analytical gaze. then, a cruel smirk forms on his lips. "how could i ever find you attractive?" he sneers. "you're disgusting. do you look in the mirror? no wonder you have no self-confidence. you're a mess. and your hair, it's a tangled, unkempt disaster. it's a miracle i didn't throw up every time i looked at you."

he takes a step towards you again, his eyes scanning your features. "and your face," he scoffs, a look of disdain on his face. "those bags under your eyes are like two black holes sucking the life out of your already dull appearance. do you even sleep? or do you just spend your nights crying yourself to sleep because you know no one could ever love you?"

he stops for a moment, taking you in with a look of disgust. "you're just a pathetic joke," he states bluntly. "a sad, pitiful joke. it's no wonder i lost my feelings for you. how could i ever love someone like you, someone so repulsive and unworthy?"