Slytherin Boys x Y/N Short Stories/Reacts

Stalker #FIVE

The whispers started small—unnoticed scraps of parchment in Y/N's bag, a faint tap at her dormitory window late at night, and the eerie feeling of being watched as she walked the dimly lit corridors of Hogwarts. At first, Y/N dismissed them. Perhaps a prank, she reasoned, or simply her mind playing tricks on her.

But then the gifts began.

A single black rose left on her bedside table, despite the fact that her dormitory was charmed to prevent entry from anyone outside her house. A book she had once admired in the library, its title now mysteriously scratched out, appeared among her things. Each gesture felt too deliberate, too calculated. Someone was watching her—someone who knew her movements, her thoughts, even her unspoken desires.

Her suspicion grew when she noticed a figure lingering in the shadows near the Astronomy Tower one evening. She couldn't make out who it was, but the silhouette had a familiar air, lean and composed. Y/N's heart raced as she turned the corner, hoping to catch them, only for the figure to disappear into the darkness.

The turning point came when she found a note scrawled in elegant handwriting tucked into her Potions book:
"I see you everywhere. You'll see me soon."

Y/N's hands trembled as she read the words, the ink smudged as if written in haste. She glanced around the library, her eyes catching on a dark-haired boy sitting two tables away. Regulus Black.

Regulus had always been quiet, reserved—a boy who rarely engaged with anyone outside his close circle. But there was something about the way his eyes darted up when he caught her looking, the way he quickly buried his face in a book, that made her pulse quicken.

Later that week, Y/N noticed Regulus following her after class. She ducked into an empty classroom, hiding in the shadows as his footsteps echoed down the hallway. When he passed the doorway, she caught a glimpse of his pale features, his expression oddly focused. Her suspicions solidified.

It wasn't until she confronted him in the Slytherin common room that things escalated.

"Why are you doing this?" Y/N demanded, her voice shaking as she stood before him.

Regulus blinked, confused. "What are you talking about?"

"Don't act like you don't know!" she hissed, clutching the note she had found. "The gifts, the notes, the constant watching—it's you, isn't it?"

He stared at her, his gray eyes narrowing. "You think I'm your stalker?"

Y/N felt a surge of anger. "I know it's you. Just admit it!"

Regulus's face twisted into something between anger and disbelief. "I don't know what's going on, but it's not me." He rose from his chair, his voice lowering to a dangerous whisper. "Whoever's doing this is playing you, Y/N. And if you're too blind to see it, that's not my problem."

She didn't believe him.

But for a time, the stalking stopped. No more notes, no more gifts. Y/N thought she had been right about Regulus—that confronting him had scared him off.

Then it started again.

A charm bracelet she thought she had lost weeks ago appeared on her desk. A piece of parchment slid under the door to her dormitory read: "Did you miss me?"

The final straw came one night as she was leaving the library. The halls were silent, the torches casting flickering shadows along the walls. She felt the air shift behind her, the unmistakable sensation of someone close.

"Y/N," a voice murmured.

She spun around, her wand drawn, to find Theodore Nott standing there, his hands tucked into his robes.

"Theo?" she asked, her voice laced with confusion. "What are you doing here?"

He stepped closer, his pale features illuminated by the dim light. "I was worried about you," he said softly. "Walking alone at night isn't safe."

Something about the way he spoke made her stomach churn. His tone was too casual, too calm.

And then she noticed it—the bracelet she had thought was a gift from her stalker, now glinting on Theo's wrist.

Her breath caught. "It's you," she whispered.

Theo tilted his head, his expression unreadable. "You weren't supposed to figure it out yet," he said, almost regretfully. "But I suppose it doesn't matter now."

The realization hit her like a thunderclap. It had been Theo all along—his quiet presence, his careful observations, the way he always seemed to know things he shouldn't.

"I thought it was Regulus," she said, her voice trembling.

Theo's lips curved into a small, unsettling smile. "That was the idea. He fit the role so perfectly, didn't he? Dark, mysterious, already halfway to being a suspect without lifting a finger."

Her stomach twisted. All this time, she had been wrong. She thought of Theo's gentle reassurances, the way he had been there for her when she felt unsafe. Had it all been a game to him?

For a moment, silence hung between them, the weight of his confession suffocating. Then he took another step forward, and Y/N's grip on her wand tightened.

"You don't have to be afraid," he said, his voice low and soothing. "Everything I did, I did for you."