Slytherin Boys x Y/N Short Stories/Reacts

They Are Sick

Mattheo

Mattheo lay sprawled across the couch, a pile of crumpled tissues surrounding him. His face was pale, and his voice hoarse as he croaked, "I think I'm dying, Y/N."

"You have a cold, Mattheo," Y/N replied, unimpressed, handing him a fresh cup of tea.

"But it's your cold," he whined, glaring at her. "You infected me. This is betrayal."

"Drink your tea," she said, rolling her eyes.

He pouted dramatically. "If I don't make it, make sure they put 'taken down by love' on my tombstone."

"Noted," Y/N replied dryly, smirking as she tucked a blanket around him.

Theo

Theo sneezed for the fifth time, glaring at the potion Y/N had set in front of him. "You're sure this isn't poison?"

"Drink it, Nott," Y/N said, crossing her arms.

He sniffed, his voice muffled by the blanket he'd cocooned himself in. "If I die, I'm haunting you forever."

"You're impossible," she muttered, sitting down beside him.

Theo leaned his head on her shoulder, groaning dramatically. "Just admit you'll miss me when I'm gone."

"Stop being a baby," she replied, patting his head. "You'll live."

"For now," he said dramatically, sipping the potion with a grimace.

Tom

Tom lay in bed, his usual commanding presence diminished as he glared at Y/N from under the covers. "This is your fault."

"You're the one who refused to wear a scarf," she shot back, placing a bowl of soup on the bedside table.

Tom huffed, his voice raspier than usual. "I'm not some frail child."

"No," Y/N teased, "just a very grumpy adult with a sore throat."

He narrowed his eyes at her, but his hand reached for the soup. "If I recover, we're never speaking of this again."

"Whatever you say, grumpy," she replied, hiding her smile.

Enzo

"Y/N, I'm dying."

"You're not dying, Enzo," Y/N replied, looking up from her book as he shuffled into the room, wrapped in three blankets.

"Then why do I feel like I've been hit by a rogue Bludger?" he groaned, flopping onto the couch.

"Because you refused to rest," she said, handing him a steaming mug of tea.

He sipped it, his dramatic expression softening. "This is good. Did you make it with love?"

"Sure, let's go with that," she said, smirking.

"You're the best," he said, already dozing off mid-sip.

Draco

Draco sat propped up in bed, his pale complexion looking even paler. "Y/N, where's my tea?"

"Coming," Y/N called, bringing in a tray.

"Finally," he muttered, frowning.

"You're lucky I'm here at all," Y/N said, sitting beside him.

Draco sniffled, giving her a pathetic look. "I am pitifully ill. You wouldn't abandon me in my time of need."

"Such a drama queen," Y/N teased, handing him the cup.

He took it with a weak smirk. "You're just mad you can't resist me, even now."

Y/N rolled her eyes but smiled.

Blaise

Blaise reclined elegantly on the couch, a warm compress resting on his forehead. "Y/N, don't come too close. I wouldn't want you to catch this."

"Catch what? Your mild headache?" she teased, setting down a potion.

He smirked weakly. "Don't mock the afflicted."

"You're ridiculous," she said, sitting beside him.

"And yet you love me," Blaise replied, taking her hand. "Now, tell me you made that potion taste tolerable."

"Drink it and find out," she replied with a mischievous grin.

Blaise chuckled. "You're dangerous, Y/N."

Regulus

Regulus lay on the couch, a thick book open on his chest. He gave Y/N a weak glance. "If this is how I go, tell the family I went bravely."

"You're not going anywhere," Y/N said, plucking the book from his hands.

He sighed dramatically. "Then at least bring me something interesting to read. Dying of boredom is just as bad."

"Regulus, you're not dying," she said, exasperated.

He smirked faintly. "Aren't I? I've never felt so wretched."

"You're hopeless," she said, laughing as she handed him a cup of tea.

He grinned. "But charming, yes?"