slytherin boys react

theodore nott: finding out you killed someone for them

you're making your way through the halls, trying to act as normal as possible despite the looming guilt that weighs heavily on your conscience. just as you round a corner, a forceful tug on your arm pulls you roughly into an isolated corner. you stumble backward, your back hitting the wall, and find yourself face to face with him.

he holds you there with a steely grip, his eyes burning into yours. he says nothing at first, just stares at you, as if trying to decipher the truth by looking at your face. finally, he speaks, his voice low and measured. "did you do it?" he asks.

"i didn't do anything," you say, your voice wavering, betraying the lie.

he notices the subtle shift in your tone, the flicker of uncertainty in your eyes. he leans in closer, his grip on your arm tightening, pinning you against the wall.

"don't lie to me," he says, his voice barely above a whisper, his face just inches from yours. "i know you did it. i found something... something that links the murder to you. i don't know why you did it, but i need to hear it from you."

you try to wrench your arm from his grip, but he holds you firmly in place, his strength far greater than yours. "i didn't do anything."

he scoffs, his grip on your arm becoming almost painful. "stop denying it," he says, his voice growing more frustrated. "i know you did it. don't you think i've put the pieces together by now? i've known you long enough to know when you're lying."

you look away, unable to meet his intense gaze any longer. but he's not letting you off the hook that easily. he grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him again. "don't look away. don't avoid answering me. i want the truth. i deserve to know the truth." he leans in even closer, his face inches from yours, his breath hot on your skin.

you can smell his cologne, feel the heat radiating off his body. his grip on your jaw is strong, almost possessive.

he's so close that you can see the veins in his neck, hear his ragged breathing, the rapid thump of his heartbeat. you try to focus on the anger in his expression, the stern set of his jaw, but your eyes keep drifting to his lips.

he notices your gaze, sees the way your eyes linger on his mouth. his grip on your chin loosens, his fingers tracing along the edge of your jaw, his touch sending a shiver down your spine.

"tell me," he murmurs, his voice suddenly softer, almost pleading. "why did you do it? why did you do this?" his fingers continue to move along the side of your face, tracing the shape of your ear, the curve of your neck. his touch is gentle, at odds with the anger you see in his eyes. he moves even closer, his body almost pressed against yours, his lips almost touching yours.

finally, you confess. "because i love you," you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

his eyes widen in surprise, a flicker of disbelief crossing his face. but he doesn't move, doesn't pull back.

"because i love you," you repeat, your voice steadier now, full of conviction. "i couldn't stand the thought of anyone else being with you, of anyone else touching you. i wanted you all to myself, no matter the cost."

his fingertips move from your jaw to your chin, tilting your face up to his. his gaze flicks from your eyes to your lips and back again. "you did all this," he whispers, his voice thick with a tangle of emotions. "all this, just to have me?"

you nod. "yes," you say, your voice trembling with the weight of your confession. "yes, i did. because i love you, and i couldn't bear the thought of losing you to someone else."

"you're insane," he says, his voice a mix of awe and disbelief. "you're absolutely insane." he shakes his head, as if trying to clear his thoughts, but his fingers continue their gentle exploration of your face, tracing your jawline, your cheekbone, the contours of your lips.

"you killed someone," he says, his voice almost a whisper, "because of me. because you couldn't stand the idea of me being with someone else. you did all this... because you love me."

"i know it's wrong," you murmur, your voice shaking. "i know it's messed up. but i couldn't help it. i couldn't watch you be with someone else. i needed you to be mine."

for a moment, he's silent, his fingers still tracing the lines of your face as if trying to memorize them. then, he speaks, his voice a low murmur. "i am yours," he says, his gaze never leaving yours. "all of me. i am completely yours."