Slytherin Oneshots

Hands | Mattheo R., Theodore N. & Draco M.

With a faltering breath, I stand in front of the dark brow wooden door.

"We are waiting for you in our room at 10, little whore." His voice is close to my ear, even though he is actually so far away. Once again, his omnipresent power frightens me and goosebumps cover my body. Choked, I nod and look over to the three.

Mattheo Riddle.

Theodore Nott.

Draco Malfoy.

Probably the three hottest guys on this planet.

For the tenth time tonight, I look at the clock. It's exactly 20 after 10.

I've spent all the last few hours thinking about whether the three just want to surprise me again and then see me on the floor, because I don't make everything right for them and don't get on my knees to blow them one only when they snap their fingers.

And I won't do that tonight either. Even if it's not a joke, I don't get into them-

Well, definitely not because I'm so madly in love with them.

I just don't understand why the three can fuck everything that is not with three on the tree and once I have sex with them, I am insulted directly as a whore.

I shake my thoughts away and confidently knock on the door of the common room of the three.

Within seconds, Draco opens the door and looks at me once from top to bottom.

Again, I get goosebumps and have the completely unnecessary fear that he doesn't like me.

Why the fuck do I want to please him?

After everything the three have done to me, I should want to hate them and take revenge.

But for some reason I am now standing at her door, hoping that I will be fucked by all three.

What's wrong with me?

"You're too late, little whore."

I twinch, as so often when they call me that, I am forced to think about our past and my heart contracts painfully.

Why can't I just let go?

Draco looks at me condescendingly and it's like a drug to me.

Everything they do is like a drug.

"Be glad I came at all."

I answer quickly and enter without asking.

Inside, I could scrub myself.

Why do I also voluntarily fall into the trap?

"And you will come much more often today, little rose."

Theodore's voice gets to me and I look at him.

He leans against the wall, his arms crossed and unfortunately he looks outrageously hot.

I exhape once and before I can think about it, the words already come over my lips.

"That's why I'm here."

I just want to take my words back, so I'll change my mind.

Why should I lie?

The three don't want anything else, so why should I pretend I'm here, because the three are my dream men.

And just for the record, the men who have been humiliating me all my life and psychologically tortured are certainly not my dream men.

"You are such a little whore, Azita."