The Slytherin Brides

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The common room was emptying as the girls sought refuge in their respective rooms, desperate to escape the looming presence of their future husbands. But the boys were not ready to let them go just yet.

Draco cornered Celeste outside her dormitory.

"Celeste," he called, catching her just before she could slip inside. "We need to talk."

"About what?" Celeste replied, her voice strained as she shifted nervously.

"About us," Draco insisted, stepping closer, his silver eyes piercing through the dim light. "You can't just run away."

"Why not? You all think you can just take what you want," she shot back, crossing her arms defensively.

"I don't want to take anything from you," Draco said, his voice dropping to a more serious tone. "I want you to understand. This is about us being together."

"Together?" Celeste scoffed, taking a step back. "You mean me being chained to you? That's not what I want!"

"Stop running from me," Draco said, frustration evident in his tone. "You know I care about you."

"Care?" she echoed, shaking her head. "You don't care about me; you care about your image and control!"

"Do you really think that?" he asked, his expression softening. "I've wanted you for years. You're more than just a name or a trophy."

"Then show me," she challenged, raising an eyebrow. "Prove to me that you mean it."

Draco took a step forward, reaching out a hand, but she flinched away. "Don't touch me!"

"Why are you so scared of me?" he asked, frustration boiling over. "I'm not going to hurt you, Celeste!"

"Maybe not physically," she retorted, her voice trembling. "But emotionally? You don't understand how you make me feel."

"Then talk to me," Draco urged, desperation creeping into his voice. "Don't just run."

"I can't talk to you when you're trying to claim me as if I'm yours!" she shouted, turning on her heel and darting into her room, slamming the door behind her.

Draco stood there, fists clenched, staring at the closed door, feeling both furious and helpless.

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In the corridor, Theodore caught up with Vivienne, who was hastily walking away.

"Vivienne!" he called, his voice steady but urgent. "Wait!"

"What do you want, Theo?" she snapped without turning around.

"I want to talk," he insisted, moving to stand in front of her. "You can't just run away every time we try to have a conversation."

"Maybe I can! You don't own me," she shot back, trying to sidestep him, but he stepped into her path.

"I don't want to own you," he said, his voice low and intense. "I want to be with you, to understand what you're feeling."

"Understand?" she repeated incredulously, her heart racing. "How can you understand? You've already decided my fate!"

"The world we come from... it's different," he said, desperation creeping into his tone. "You don't see the bigger picture."

Vivienne shook her head, her fear palpable. "The only picture I see is one where I'm trapped!"

"I'm not trying to trap you," Theodore said, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. "I want you to choose me, to see that we can be good together."

"I can't see that when you're all so intimidating," she replied, her voice breaking. "You're just like the others, Theo!"

"Just give me a chance," he pleaded, reaching for her hand, but she pulled back sharply.

"Don't! Just don't touch me!" Vivienne shouted, panic rising. "I can't breathe when you're this close!"

"Vivienne, please," he said, hurt flashing across his face. "I'm not going to hurt you. I want to help you."

"Help? By forcing me into something I don't want?" she spat, backing away, her heart racing. "I don't want this!"

"I just want to show you how I feel!" he insisted, stepping closer again, but she was already turning to run.

"Stop!" Theodore called after her, frustration and anger mixing in his tone. "You can't just run away from this!"

But Vivienne didn't stop; she fled down the corridor, leaving him alone, clenching his fists in frustration.

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Back in their respective spaces, Draco and Theodore stood in the shadows, both seething with a mix of anger and confusion, their minds racing with thoughts of how to break through the walls the girls had built around themselves.

Draco muttered under his breath, "We can't let them run forever."

"No," Theodore replied, determination hardening his voice. "We'll find a way to make them see."

Both boys shared a look of mutual understanding, an unspoken vow forming between them—this was just the beginning, and they wouldn't give up easily. The Slytherin way was one of persistence, and they would prove their worth to their brides, no matter the cost.