oneshots & reacts; slytherin boys

D.M. | 1997

bsfs to lovers!!!! both of you are adrien agreste variants in this one xx also, there's one fleeting sex fantasy, but you're DISAPPOINTED in yourself for it

You sit on the train, eyes trained on Draco's slightly parted lips.

There's no way to help the hopeless longing with which you look at him, such a deep, painful need twisting your body making you slightly resentful of it.

How can it be fair that he's so beautiful? How can it be fair that despite being spoiled, and mean, and entitled, he's also thoughtful, and funny, and responsible? Not really fair, is it?

You sigh, and put your elbow on the table, letting the rumble of the tracks jolt your body as you let your chin slump on your palm, fingers pressed to your cheek.

And so you admire. Like you always daydream of. Especially since fourth year.

Those daydreams of yours have definitely decreased in frequency, but the intensity has stayed the same, if not shot up so high that it makes your mind twist knots in itself to stop the aching desire.

How do you approach a topic he avoids like wildfire? Any mentions of fourth year, and any mentions of parties then, and he's shutting you down like he's his father and you gave his darling son a cold coffee.

You slightly scoff at your thoughts, knowing his father doesn't care for him like that. And yet, you can't help but think the metaphor is funny. A little bit. Kind of.

But the thought of his father leads to one thing, and then you're thumping your forehead on the table repeatedly, bemoaning the next two weeks and what is planned.

Winter holidays. You'd dreaded them, for the loneliness, up until a month ago. Now you're dreading them for the company.

"No." You think firmly, and sit up, decidedly putting your hands palm down on the table, set in your decision.

You will go to the party. You won't chicken out. And you'll probably bitch about Narcissa's decision to have you as Draco's plus one along with the man himself.

You'd been there when he had opened the letter, read it over, and groaned, dramatically flopping across the Slytherin table, pushing his bowl of cereal away as you snatched the parchment from him.

For being best friends, the two of you certainly tease and bully each other a lot.

You'd taken it, read it, freaked the fuck out internally, and then went and bullied him for "not being able to handle a real woman as his date".

Now, you try not to smile at the memory, which makes you pause in horror at yourself.

Y/N Y/L/N does not giggle. Or smile. Or even smirk. Not over a memory, and definitely not over a memory containing a man. You think yourself above pitiful memorising.

Aren't you worse for staring at him like a love struck puppy though?

You scoff at yourself, firmly shaking the thought out your head.

"Painful watch as always, Y/N."

You whip your head to glare at Blaise, sat next to Draco, who yawns, stretching his arms before settling down.

"What?" He says, arching a brow at you. "You wanted me to say something nice? I mean, you looked kind of pathetic. He'll catch you staring one day."

"No he won't." You deny, leaning back, your gaze flicking to the still sleeping Draco.