the slytherin boys imagines and reacts

m.r Ѽ fix-up

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"nah bro, y/n's a fucking slag," mattheo's ears perked up at the mention of your name.

"what did you say?" mattheo got up from his desk, walking over to the gryffindor.

"i said your girlfriends a fucking-" the boy was hardly able to finish his sentence before the altercation broke out.

mattheo's fist met with the boy, a loud crack could be heard along with a bunch of 'oo' and 'fight' following shortly along. mattheo shoved the boy to the ground, beating him black and blue.

you were busy talking to luna, her eyes widening as she noticed the scene unfold behind you. "y/n," she cut you off, pointing over to your boyfriend.

"shit," you hopped off of the desk, trying to make your way through the crowd that formed around the boys as they fought.

you didn't want to intervene, knowing you'd likely get hit accidentally by either of the boys, so instead you let them fight out whatever it was.

soon, the professor re-entered the room, also noticing the havoc as it unfolded. "boys, enough!" the professor pulled mattheo off of the boy who was covered in blood.

"don't fucking talk about my girl like that again," mattheo spat in his face, his face softening when his eyes laid on you.

"y/n, i trust you can take your boyfriend to the infirmary before we have a talk?" the professor asked. you nodded, grabbing mattheo's hand as he followed you.

"what happened?" you asked the boy as you made your way to your dorm, knowing the nurses would simply throw a blue paper tissue on him and excuse him rather than actually do anything.

"wanker called you a slag," mattheo wiped the blood off of a gash in his lip.

"and you couldn't deal with it like a normal person?" you huffed, unlocking your dorm as the two of you entered.

soon, the professor re-entered the room, also noticing the havoc as it unfolded. "boys, enough!" the professor pulled mattheo off of the boy who was covered in blood.

"don't fucking talk about my girl like that again," mattheo spat in his face, his face softening when his eyes laid on you.

"y/n, i trust you can take your boyfriend to the infirmary before we have a talk?" the professor asked. you nodded, grabbing mattheo's hand as he followed you.

"what happened?" you asked the boy as you made your way to your dorm, knowing the nurses would simply throw a blue paper tissue on him and excuse him rather than actually do anything.

"wanker called you a slag," mattheo wiped the blood off of a gash in his lip.

"and you couldn't deal with it like a normal person?" you huffed, unlocking your dorm as the two of you entered.

"what? you think i'm gonna let some twat talk about my fucking girl like that? not a chance," mattheo shook his head as you led him to your bathroom.

"sit," the boy listened, getting up on your counter which was a routine at this point. each time he got into a fight - you'd go back to your dorm where you'd 'fix' him up.

you stood between his legs, dabbing away the mix of fresh and dried blood away with rubbing alcohol and a cotton pad. the two of you were silent, mattheo allowing you to peacefully work away at his face.

"your hands," you held out your own ones, mattheo placing his larger ones into yours. you observed the state of them, bloodied and bruised.