Slytherin Boys Imagines

𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗌 𝖼𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀

                *academic rivals but crushing* *requested*
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Draco Malfoy:

⛤ You were huddled in a dark alcove, your knees pressed against your chest as you sobbed, your tears staining your Yule Ball dress. Footsteps echoed down the hallway, and you rushed to wipe away your tears before you were seen. The clacking shoes came to a stop beside your alcove, and you sighed quietly knowing you'd been caught. 

"Is that really you, y/l/n?" Malfoy's voice came, and you instinctively rolled your eyes. "Leave me alone." You shot back, pressing your face into your knees to avoid him seeing your dried tears. "Now now, you know I can't do that." He stepped into the alcove, and his distinctive scent flooded your senses. "See there's this thing called free will which means you actually can," you retort with a smirk, looking up to meet his gaze. His grin instantly fell as he dropped down to match your height, "What's wrong?" You shook your head, "Nothing." 

He raised a brow at you, and you knew then that there was no point in trying to hide this from him. "My date dumped me for another girl in the middle of the fucking ball," you confessed, rubbing your eyes to get rid of the tears that were forming. Draco scoffed loudly, "He's always been an idiot." You chuckled at his attempt to make you feel better. 

"Look at me," he began, and you met his stare, "he doesn't deserve to have you crying over him, you hear me? Screw him." You nodded weakly, and he reached forward to take your hands in his, your lips parting in a soft gasp. 

"Now, on that note, my mother would disown me if I let a pretty girl like you waste away in a corner. So come on, get up." He smiled softly, pulling you up with him. "You think I'm pretty?" You teased, a small smile playing on your lips. Draco's smile widened at that, "I think you're the most bewitching girl I've ever had the pleasure of knowing." A faint blush faded into your cheeks, and upon noticing, he chuckled softly. 

"Dance with me?" He asked, tugging you with him as he stepped into the hallway. "Here?" You asked incredulously. He nodded sternly, and you shook your head lightly before placing one hand on his shoulder, the other still in his grasp as he began to dance with you. The faint music from the Great Hall suddenly seemed amplified, and you found a proud smirk on Draco's lips. He spun you out in time to the music, a surprised gasp falling past your lips.

"You better not trip me up, Draco," you scolded as he pulled you back in. "I've been taking dance class since I was born, love. I'm sure I can make it through one dance before tripping over anyone." He stated, a soft laugh sounding from you in response. 

Mattheo Riddle:

⛤ You found yourself in tears after opening a letter from your parents, stating that they wouldn't be in town for Christmas and so you would have to celebrate alone -- again. You'd immediately rushed out of the Great Hall once you'd read the letter, refusing to cry in front of all those people. Barely making it to the girls bathroom, you leaned against the sink, tears falling freely from your eyes. 

"Y/l/n?" A familiar voice called, and you looked up at the mirror just in time to see Mattheo walk in. "You do know this is the girls bathroom?" You asked through your tears. "I saw you rushing out, and I wanted to check up on you." He replied sincerely, taking a step towards you. You lifted your hands to your face, rubbing away the tears in hopes of getting them to stop, "I'm fine. Thank you for checking though." 

He shot you a look that told you he didn't believe a single word you were saying. Mattheo stepped closer to you, though he was barely two meters away, "You're safe with me, I promise." At his words, you broke again, crashing against his steady figure. He wrapped his arms tightly around you, resting his head on yours as you trembled. "I've got you," he whispered, and your grip on him strengthened.