Slytherin Boys x Y/N Short Stories/Reacts

Stalker #TWO

The grand dining hall of Malfoy Manor buzzed with quiet conversation, the warmth of candlelight casting long shadows across the room. The table, laden with the finest silverware, glittered under the chandelier as the families gathered for what was supposed to be a peaceful dinner. But Y/N's pulse raced with the tension that clung to the air like mist.

To her left sat Theo, who had been unusually quiet, his eyes occasionally drifting her way when he thought no one was watching. Theo had always been kind, a comforting presence, but tonight, he was withdrawn. On her right, Mattheo, who had been her steadfast friend for years, leaned back in his chair, casually flipping his wand in his hand as if the world's weight didn't sit heavily on his shoulders.

And then, across from her, sat Draco Malfoy. His gaze was cold, calculating—just like always when it came to her. He hadn't said much, but the disdain in his silence was enough to convey everything. Every time their eyes met, there was a flash of mutual loathing, a fire that sparked in the space between them.

"Draco," his mother, Narcissa, said softly, bringing him back from whatever dark place his mind had wandered to. He looked up from his plate, eyes narrowing briefly as he glanced at Y/N before turning back to the conversation at hand.

Blaise, ever the observer, sipped his wine quietly, his dark eyes watching everything unfold like it was a game he wasn't particularly keen on participating in, but enjoyed witnessing.

Y/N shifted uncomfortably in her chair, aware of the way Draco's icy gaze kept flicking in her direction. He hated her—she knew it, everyone did. He made it a point to sneer in her presence, to make sure she felt unwelcome whenever they crossed paths. His cruel smirk appeared whenever she faltered, like he took pleasure in her discomfort.

But there was something different tonight. Something that made her feel like she was being watched more than usual. Not by the others, but by someone who was hidden behind a mask, someone whose presence was suffocating.

Theo cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "How's the manor treating you, Y/N?"

She gave him a tight smile. "It's fine, Theo. A bit overwhelming, but fine."

"You don't look like you're enjoying yourself," Draco commented, his voice dripping with condescension.

Y/N shot him a glare. "Well, I wasn't exactly invited here for the company."

Theo shifted uncomfortably, glancing between Y/N and Draco, clearly hoping to defuse the tension. "Let's just enjoy the evening."

But Draco wasn't done. He leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with a sharp edge. "What's the matter, Y/N? Can't handle a little discomfort? Or is it that you just don't belong here?"

Her heart thudded painfully in her chest, but she wasn't going to let him get to her. Not tonight. She forced a smile, cold and biting. "Oh, I belong just fine. It's you who seems to have a problem with my presence."

Draco's smirk grew. "A problem? No, I think it's more of an observation. You don't fit in. Not here. Not anywhere."

"Draco," Mattheo warned, his voice low, sensing the escalation.

But Y/N had had enough. Pushing her chair back, she stood. "I think it's time I left."

Theo's hand shot out to stop her, a look of concern crossing his face. "Y/N, wait—"

She shook her head. "No. I'm done." Without looking back, she left the dining hall, the tension in the room snapping in her absence.

Behind her, Draco's expression didn't change. He watched her go, the smirk still in place, but there was something else there, something darker that flickered behind his cold, grey eyes.