slytherin boys react

draco malfoy: you feeling insecure in a dress

he sits on the edge of your bed, patiently waiting for you to emerge from the bathroom. he's picked out a dress for you to wear and can't wait to see you in it. as the minutes tick by, he grows a little impatient, wondering what's taking you so long.

finally, the bathroom door creaks open, and he sits up straight, eagerly anticipating your appearance. but as you step out, he realizes you're not wearing the dress he had chosen.

confusion and a bit of disappointment wash over him as he looks you up and down. "why aren't you wearing the dress?" he asks, trying to hide his disappointment and annoyance.

you feel a pang of guilt but still can't shake off your doubts. "i just... i don't think i can pull it off," you mumble.

he raises an eyebrow, a mixture of surprise and disbelief on his face. "you didn't even try it on?" he asks, standing up from the bed, unable to hide his irritation. "how can you know it won't look good if you haven't even tried it?"

he sighs, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "you're being ridiculous," he says bluntly. "you won't know unless you try it on. come on, go put it on." his patience is wearing thin. "you know what," he says firmly. "you're putting it on right here. in front of me."

your eyes widen in surprise, a mix of shock and embarrassment washing over you. "what? no, i can't do that," you protest, your cheeks turning red.

he crosses his arms defiantly. "why not? you're my girlfriend, aren't you? i want to see you in the dress i picked out for you. stop making a fuss and just put it on."

noticing your hesitation, he softens his tone a bit. "look, i've seen you naked before. what's the big deal?" he reasons, a hint of annoyance still lingering in his voice.

"it's not the same," you mumble, avoiding his gaze. "i feel... vulnerable."

he rolls his eyes, growing impatient again. "you're being ridiculous. just get undressed and put on the damn dress. it's not a big deal."

reluctantly, you go to fetch the dress from the bathroom, feeling a mixture of resignation and unease. you know you can't defy him for long, especially when he's being this stubborn.

you return to the room, the dress clutched in your hands. taking a deep breath, you begin to undress, feeling his eyes on you the entire time. you slip the dress on, the soft fabric clinging to your curves. as you stand in front of the mirror, you can't help but feel self-conscious.

he walks up behind you, his eyes scanning your reflection in the mirror. he reaches for the zipper, his hand gently brushing against your skin as he pulls it up. standing behind you, his gaze stays locked on your reflection. he lets out a soft exhale, his eyes roaming over your figure.

his hands gently caress your shoulders, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. he leans forward and presses a soft kiss on your shoulder, his lips lingering against your skin for a moment longer than necessary.

"see? this dress looks perfect on you," he murmurs, his voice low and husky in your ear. "i knew you'd look gorgeous in it."