Slytherin Boys x Y/N Short Stories/Reacts

You Are Being Assaulted

Mattheo

Mattheo was on his way to the common room when he heard shouting coming from down the hall. His steps quickened when he recognized Y/N's voice, strained and angry. Turning the corner, he saw someone grab her wrist, yanking her toward them.

Mattheo didn't think. He acted.
"Get your filthy hands off her!" he roared, charging forward.

The assailant barely had time to turn before Mattheo slammed him against the wall, his fist connecting with the man's face with a sickening crunch. He didn't stop there-rage clouded his vision as he swung again and again.

"Mattheo! Stop!" Y/N's voice cut through the haze.

He froze, turning to her. Her face was pale, her wrist red where she'd been grabbed. The sight of her like that made his stomach churn.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice soft but trembling with fury.

"... I'm fine," she said though her voice shook.

Mattheo pulled her into his arms, holding her tight. "If he ever comes near you again, I'll kill him," he muttered darkly, his jaw clenched.

Theo

Theo was sitting in the library when a frantic first-year ran up to him. "Theo! Y/N's in trouble!"

Theo's heart dropped as he shot up from his chair.

"Where?" he demanded, his voice sharp.

"The courtyard," the first-year stammered, but Theo was already gone, sprinting through the halls.

When he reached the courtyard, he saw Y/N cornered by someone, their hand gripping her arm tightly as she tried to pull away.

"Get your hands off her," Theo said coldly, his wand already in his hand.

The boy sneered but released her when Theo raised his wand higher. "What are you going to do, Nott?"

Theo didn't answer; he cast a silent spell that sent the boy flying across the courtyard, landing hard on the stone ground.

He turned to Y/N, his expression softening.

"Did he hurt you?" She shook her head, tears brimming in her eyes. "No, I'm okay."

Theo gently touched her face, his voice low.
"He'll regret ever laying a hand on you. I'll make sure of it."

Tom

Tom was in the middle of a conversation with a group of students when a younger Slytherin approached him nervously.
"Riddle, you should know... someone's messing with Y/N in the dungeons."

Tom's blood turned to ice. Without a word, he turned and strode out of the room, his movements sharp and purposeful.

When he reached the dungeons, he saw someone pressing Y/N against the wall, their hand gripping her chin as she struggled to push them away.

"Step away from her," Tom said, his voice calm but laced with venom.

The boy turned, clearly unbothered. "Mind your own business, Riddle."

Tom's lips curled into a dark smile as he raised his wand. "Wrong answer."

The curse he cast left the man writhing on the ground in pain. Tom stepped over him, his focus solely on Y/N.

"Are you hurt?" he asked, his voice softer now.

"No," she whispered, her eyes wide.
Tom reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Good. Because no one touches what's mine."

Enzo

Enzo was chatting with a group of friends in the Great Hall when he overheard a conversation.

"Did you see that guy dragging Y/N down the hall? Looked like she wasn't happy about it."

Enzo froze, his smile dropping instantly. "Where?"

"By the charms classroom," one of them said casually, but Enzo was already on his feet.

When he arrived, he saw Y/N pinned against the wall, her expression furious as she tried to shove the boy away.

"Oi!" Enzo shouted, his voice echoing in the empty hall.

The boy turned, but Enzo didn't give him a chance to speak. He yanked him away from Y/N and shoved him hard.
"You think you can put your hands on her and walk away?!"

"Enzo," Y/N said, her voice shaky but calm. "I'm fine."

He turned to her, his expression softening. "Are you sure?"

She nodded, and he pulled her into a hug. "Next time, scream. I'll be there faster."

Draco

Draco was walking back to the common room when he saw a small group of students gathered, whispering.

"What's going on?" he demanded, his tone impatient.

"Someone said Y/N's arguing with a guy near the astronomy tower," one of them said.

Draco didn't wait to hear more. He stormed off, his mind racing. When he reached the tower, he saw a boy gripping Y/N's arm tightly, her face set in defiance.

"Get your hands off her," Draco barked, his wand already in his hand.

The boy laughed. "What are you going to do, Malfoy?"

Draco smirked coldly. "You don't want to find out."

With a flick of his wand, the boy was sent stumbling back, releasing Y/N.

Draco stepped closer to her, his hand brushing over her arm. "Are you hurt?"

"No," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Good," he said, his voice soft but deadly. "Because if anyone else dares to touch you, they won't walk away."

Blaise

Blaise was lounging in the common room when Pansy burst in. "Blaise, Y/N's in trouble!"

He stood up immediately. "Where?"

"The empty classroom on the third floor," she said, and he didn't wait for more.

When he arrived, he saw a boy standing too close to Y/N, his hand gripping her wrist as she tried to pull away.

"Let her go," Blaise said, his voice calm but cold.

The boy turned, sneering. "And if I don't?"

Blaise raised an eyebrow, his wand appearing in his hand. "Then I'll make you."

The boy hesitated before letting Y/N go and backing away.

Blaise stepped closer to her, his hand gently touching her arm. "You okay?"

She nodded, and he smiled softly. "Good. Let's get out of here before I hex him into next week."

Regulus

Regulus was in the library when Sirius ran up to him, out of breath. "Reg, Y/N's in trouble. Some guy's messing with her in the courtyard."

Regulus's eyes darkened as he stood, his wand already in hand. "Where exactly?"

"The fountain," Sirius said, but Regulus was already walking away.

When he reached the courtyard, he saw Y/N struggling against someone, her wrist caught in their grip.

"Let her go," Regulus said, his voice low and dangerous.

The boy turned, clearly unimpressed. "Why should I?"

Regulus didn't answer; he flicked his wand, and the boy was thrown backward, landing hard on the ground.

He turned to Y/N, his expression softening. "Did he hurt you?"

"No, I'm okay," she said, her voice shaky.

Regulus nodded, stepping closer to her. "Next time, just scream. I'll always come for you."