Slytherin Boys Imagines

𝗍.𝗇 - 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝗍.1

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Since first year, you and Theodore Nott had hated each other's guts. You hated his incessant chatter, his unfunny jokes, and futile attempts at flirting. He hated your 'know-it-all' personality, your unwavering stance on rule-breaking and your hard-to-get attitude. With your polar opposite personalities, it was no surprise that all your friends had begun to try and get you two together. What made it worse was that the both of you had somehow ended up in the same friend group by seventh year. 

"Well good morning, smartass." You rolled your eyes at his familiar voice, and didn't bother turning around as you replied, "Morning, Nott." The boy matched your pace, walking beside you on your way to the library. Watching him out of the corner of your eye, you noticed the way his figure towered over you, how his curls were always messy, and how his eyes always looked as though he'd barely slept. 

"Have a staring problem, do you?" Theo asked, smirking. 

You immediately looked away, "You wish." 

He scoffed, running a hand through his curls to push them away from his face. "Whatever you say, tesoro." 

Your expression screwed into one of frustration. He'd been calling you that for the past year, claiming that it meant 'smartass', but you knew he wasn't to be trusted. "Are you ever going to tell me what that means?" You wondered, clutching your bag even more tightly. "Not until the time's right," he retorted, a smile playing at the corner of his lips. 

Hoping he'd leave, you turned the corner to the library. Much to your despair, he didn't. Instead, he followed you in like a puppy dog, whistling to the tune of his favourite songs. You knew that if you'd publicly displayed your annoyance, he would only continue to do what he did. So you kept quiet - letting him get bored on his own. Setting your bag down at a table, you disappeared into the shelves, searching for a book. 

Smiling, you took quick notice of the book you were looking for. Unfortunately for you, it happened to be on the top shelf. You groaned in irritation, pushing yourself as high as you could, reaching your arms out to try and get it, but to no avail. 

"Don't be stubborn. Ask for my help if you need it."

Turning, you saw Theo leaning against a bookshelf, his stare focused on you. He raised a brow, urging you to ask. 

"I can do it myself." You grumble back, before moving to try again. Hearing him chuckle, you get even more pissed. Suddenly, you feel his body press against yours, his arms reaching to get the book. Holding it in his hand, he looks down at you as you turn, immediately being aware of your close proximity. 

Tilting your head up, you met his gaze, a smirk playing on his lips as he looked down at you. His stare dropped to yours lips, before he forced himself to look you in the eyes again. Your breathing grew heavier as you watched him flick through the book. 

You inhaled sharply as he leaned down, one arm pinning you to the bookshelf as he brought his lips to your ear, "Stop being so difficult, and ask for help when you need it." He paused, before whispering, "Tesoro." A shiver rushed down your spine as he pulled away, handing you the book. 

Letting out a breath you didn't realise you were holding, you thanked him, before rushing away.

"You coming to the party tonight?" He called after you, his long strides allowing him to catch up with you faster than you'd hoped. 

"I don't do parties. You know that." 

"It's the last day before Winter Break. Let loose, y/l/n, have some fun. You never know, you just might enjoy it," you saw him wink at you, before taking his bag and leaving.