Slytherin Boy Imagines

T.R ~ Mine

Context:

Tom always seemed to be "better than you" in everything. Since first year, he would always beat you , which - naturally - caused quite the rivalry. To you, he was entitled and a prick. To him, you complained constantly and blamed him for your misfortunes.

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98%
98%
98%

"100 percent," he replies curtly, placing his books into his bag. You glare at him, huffing and puffing.

"How?" You end up demanding. Tom looks up and shrugs. His lack of reaction irritates you even more. "I got 98%, and you got 100%?" You clarify one last time.

"Yes, Y/N, I got 100%, and you did not, proving once again that I am far more superior in Defence Against the Dark Arts in comparison to you." Tom begins to walk out of the classroom; you quickly follow behind. 

"Well, why? What did you do in the long answer questions that I didn't?" You demand. "We both got all the multiple choice questions correct, so it only leaves the long answer questions..." You ramble and ramble. 

"Well, for one," Tom cuts you off mid-sentence, stopping in the hallway, looking quite bored with you.  "I chose to study instead of going to that party a few weeks ago, and two - I am merely just better." You glare daggers at Tom

'Damn, how is such a prick so fucking gorgeous...'

"You son of a-"

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm getting to the library instead of getting ready for those pointless parties that are thrown, which I assume you'll be attending," Tom begins to stride down the hallway.

"Prick!" You yell down after him - the nearby painting, which was sleeping, tutts disapprovingly at you.

Unfortunately - as always, it seems - Tom is right; you are going to the Slytherin party later tonight. So you trudge back to your dorm and begin to get ready.

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The music was absolutely blaring - louder than usual it feels like. The Slytherins were really going off, the DJ must be having a good night.

'Well, lucky him then.' 

You peer at the party over the rim of your cup as you drink the rather pungent drink. You sit on the couch, bored. A rather sensual song begins to start - cheering is heard throughout the common room as people drag each other to the 'dance floor' and began to grind against each other.

'Damn, if he weren't such a stick in the mud, I'd love to be grinding against Tom right now.'

You surprise yourself with your thoughts and put down the drink before quickly picking it back up and finishing it off. You scan the room for someone—anyone—then you lock eyes with a cute blond. He grins and begins to approach you. He offers you his hand, and you gladly take it. As you make your way to the 'dance floor,' you scan the room hopelessly for Tom.

'Idiot, why the hell would Tom be here?'

You turn around and begin grinding against the cute blond; he places his hands on your hips, guiding your movements against his. He actually isn't that bad of a dancer. You're pretty content with the dancing for a while before the song eventually comes to an end. You turn to him smiling softly and grins at you. He leans down and whispers in your ear.