Slytherin Boys Imagines

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖻𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗉𝖾 (𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗏𝖾𝗋.) - 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗅: 𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒

           *rival families and they find out* *requested*

trigger warning: mentions of magical torture, wounds, and blood
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Draco Malfoy:

⛤ Two weeks had passed since that fateful day when Draco had pushed you away completely. Since the day you'd gotten your heartbroken. After that, you'd thrown yourself into your studies, unwilling to open your heart up to anyone else. Despite what you chose to believe, deep down you knew that you still loved him. That you would always be in love with him. You'd locked away all care and concern for him but you could never be rid of it.

⛤ One night, you were up late doing your homework, grateful that your roommate was at her boyfriend's dorm so you could keep the light on. Suddenly, rapid knocking sounded on the door. Your expression contorted into confusion, as you stood up. The door rattled again as the person knocked, and you called, "Calm down, I'm coming!" 

Your hand wrapped around the door handle as you pulled it open, and you froze at the sight of Draco standing in the hallway. His eyes were puffy, red and wide with fear as he stared at you. Draco sagged with relief as he rushed into your room, a slight tremor in his hand as he did so. "Malfoy, why are you--," you started, but he cut you off. "You need to leave Hogwarts," he rambled breathlessly. Your brows furrowed, "What are you talking about?" 

"It's not safe for you here. You have to leave. Please." He begged, tears collecting in his eyes. "Safe?" You asked, and he dropped his head, burying his face into his hands as he tried to stop himself from shaking. "Draco, what happened?" You asked softly, stepping closer to him. 

The realisation slammed into you with the weight of a thousand bricks: the tremors in his hand were the most evident symptoms of having been subjected to the Cruciatus Curse. You swore, crossing the distance to him. He rushed to take a step back, pulling his hands away from his face, "No. Don't." 

"Let me help you," you offered, your tone descending into one of begging as you added, "Please." His eyes flickered, his gaze switching between you and his hands before he nodded hesitantly. You took a hand of his in yours and sat him down on your bed beside you. His stare was transfixed on you as you picked up your wand. "Tell me what you're on about while I work," you demanded and he nodded sternly. 

You gently tapped the edge of your wand on the pressure points of his hands, the muscles jerking slightly with every touch. Your other hand massaged his slightly, working effectively with the wand to calm the tremors. "My parents found out about us." He started and you froze, looking him dead in the eyes. Oh. Shit. "That's why I had to push you away. I couldn't--," he paused, taking a sharp inhale, "I couldn't let them hurt you. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." 

"Keep talking, love." You urged, and he complied. "I got a letter from my mother yesterday, warning me that Bellatrix found out too, and that she's on a mission to hunt you down and hurt you." You tensed, but continued to work on the tremors in his right hand. 

"So I went straight to Dumbledore and begged him to help me keep you safe." He sighed, "He told me that the only way was for you to get out of Hogwarts. Because this castle won't be safe in a few weeks." You dropped his right hand and moved onto his left, which he jerked back. You looked up at him suspiciously, and he flicked his eyes away from yours. 

"Look at me." You stated, your voice soft. "Look at me, Draco." 

Hesitantly, he did so and you reached out for his left hand. "I'm sorry," he apologised, "I'm so fucking sorry. I had no choice. He made me--," his words fell off, a single tear rolling down his cheek. You held your breath, hoping your instincts were wrong. Gently, you rolled up the sleeve of his shirt, gasping as the Dark Mark came into view from beneath the white shirt.