Slytherin Boys Oneshots

They don't know about us - ∞

Type: ︎︎ ∞︎︎
Words: 669
Summary: Just two kids trying to learn how to love.
Song(s): Shape of you sped up by Dsippy & They Don't Know About Us by One Direction
Proofread: Yes
Warnings: None

A/N: This is a really old fic, please forgive me for the bad writing.
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"Can you at least try not to argue with him today?" Pansy asked, feeling frustrated with your and Tom's constant rivalry.

Everyone thought you two didn't get along at all, because you always threw nasty comments at each other in public. What they didn't know, was that you always laughed at all of your 'arguments' and compared your insults in private.
After your last breakup, you had promised yourself that you wouldn't date and let yourself get hurt like that again. So what happened?
You met Tom.
The cold, intelligent, rude boy who never showed his emotions. At first you didn't talk much, but over time and some few coincidental conversations you became somewhat friends. And later something much more.
It was safe to say you loved him. From the bottom of your heart. And he did too, though he never said it out loud.

"Yeah, whatever." You rolled your eyes and tried to act as if it would be a struggle for you. What really was a struggle, was to act like you despised him. But it was better this way, that's what Tom said.

You were supposed to hangout with your friend group today because it was Saturday, and you hadn't spent time with everyone for a long time. Your friend group included Lorenzo, Tom, Mattheo, Pansy, Theodore, Regulus and you. You always had a great time together, and at some point Tom would motion for you to follow him and you'd make out behind a corner, safe from everyone's prying eyes.
Your connection with Tom was something different. You really understood each other, like you had always been friends. Whenever you were alone, the atmosphere was heated and passionate, just like what it would be between two lovers.
That was what you were.
A couple of two dumb teenagers in love.
It's quite beautiful, really.

You and Pansy made your way to the common room, where everyone was already waiting. Tom looked at you from the couch he was sitting with a blank expression, but if you really took notice of his eyes, he looked quite like an excited puppy.
You threw a sarcastic smile at him, and sat next to Pansy on the opposite couch. Everyone started talking, everyone except you and Tom. You were staring intently at each other, feeling the sexual tension between you two. The look in his eyes told you everything. He wanted to rip your clothes off and bend you over the very same couch you were sitting on, and then fuck you in front of everyone in the room.
Just to show everyone who you really belonged to.

As time went by, and everyone started leaving the room, you and Tom were left alone. No one said anything, but in their minds they were already thinking about who's funeral they'd be planning in the morning.

If only they knew.

You sat on the same spot, not moving a muscle, and so did Tom. Just silence, you staring at each other.

"Come here."

You immediately stood up, and walked in front of him. He pulled you on his lap, and wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his head in your neck.
"Rough day?" You asked and gently started playing with his dark, curly hair.
He said nothing, just sighed deeply and inhaled your scent. His body started relaxing, it seemed almost like all of the tension he had gathered through the day, was now disappearing. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and pulled him even closer if possible. He was doing it to you too.
Helping you relax.
That's what you did. Helped each other. Were the for each other. Made each other's lives better.
You were high school sweethearts. Just kids trying to love.

"They don't know about us," You whispered, having the intention to continue your sentence but Tom did it for you.
"And they don't have to. It's just you and me."
"Forever?" You glanced at him.
Tom responded immediately, without any hesitation. "Always."
"You promise?"
"I swear."