Slytherin boys
“You dare to hesitate?” (Adapted Deadly class scene) Draco Malfoy’s possession
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Potion class was routine—bubbling cauldrons, until Lorenzo knocked over a vial. A hiss. A curl of smoke. Chaos
Lorenzo cursed
The air shifted. A sharp, invisible bite crept into your lungs. Pansy gagged Draco’s voice cut through the panic like a whip
No one questioned him, they ran. Morsmire Fumes—the Death Mist. The halls blurred. Air thickened. Lungs burned. They stormed into the Greenhouse for salvation One by one, they fell
Theo collapsed first. Lorenzo stumbled, knees buckling. Daphne gripped the wall, sliding down. Mattheo. Pansy. Blaise. Astoria. Gasping. Staggering. Even Draco Your vision tunneled. You crawled, reaching for Vitae Solis—glowing faintly under the greenhouse light. The antidote. You lurched forward—grabbed it—let the leaf burn down your throat. Relief. One by one, you forced the leaves past their slack lips— Mattheo. Astoria. Theo. Lorenzo. Blaise. Pansy. Daphne. Keeping them alive Then—Draco. Sprawled in the grass. Barely moving. Struggling. Choking You hesitated It’s Draco Malfoy, your so-called boyfriend. Control, abuse, cheating. The cruelty. The way he never let you go. And now? You had the power
His chest heaved, gasps sharp, rasping. Dying You watched But of course—you shoved the leaf between his teeth. His body jerked. Choking. Gasping. Then—a sharp inhale The group staggered from the greenhouse. Barely standing. You trailed behind. Quiet. Pansy stepped into your path. She knew, her voice was razor-sharp
"You hesitate to save my life?
Shit, that’s—
The air shifted. A sharp, invisible bite crept into your lungs. Pansy gagged Draco’s voice cut through the panic like a whip
OUT. NOW.
No one questioned him, they ran. Morsmire Fumes—the Death Mist. The halls blurred. Air thickened. Lungs burned. They stormed into the Greenhouse for salvation One by one, they fell
Theo collapsed first. Lorenzo stumbled, knees buckling. Daphne gripped the wall, sliding down. Mattheo. Pansy. Blaise. Astoria. Gasping. Staggering. Even Draco Your vision tunneled. You crawled, reaching for Vitae Solis—glowing faintly under the greenhouse light. The antidote. You lurched forward—grabbed it—let the leaf burn down your throat. Relief. One by one, you forced the leaves past their slack lips— Mattheo. Astoria. Theo. Lorenzo. Blaise. Pansy. Daphne. Keeping them alive Then—Draco. Sprawled in the grass. Barely moving. Struggling. Choking You hesitated It’s Draco Malfoy, your so-called boyfriend. Control, abuse, cheating. The cruelty. The way he never let you go. And now? You had the power
His chest heaved, gasps sharp, rasping. Dying You watched But of course—you shoved the leaf between his teeth. His body jerked. Choking. Gasping. Then—a sharp inhale The group staggered from the greenhouse. Barely standing. You trailed behind. Quiet. Pansy stepped into your path. She knew, her voice was razor-sharp
You hesitated. You had the antidote in your hands and you fucking hesitated. I love him. I have done everything—everything—to win him back. You don’t deserve him. You never did!"Draco stepped closer, his hand trails up your arm, gentle at first, then tightens just enough to make you stiffen
They all turned, eyes found you. Your breath caught. Mattheo scoffs. Theo’s expression darkens. Lorenzo exhales, shaking his head
"You hesitate to save my life?