Slytherin Boys Imagines

𝗍.𝗇 - 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝗍.2

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"Y/n, meet your future husband. Theodore Nott." 

There was not even a hint of emotion on either of your faces as you stared at each other. Though you wanted to believe that he'd known about it, there was the same look of shock strewn across his features that you were sure was on yours too. 

"We've already met." He spoke, his voice low. "Ah yes. You two are in the same year at Hogwarts, are you not? Same house too." Mr. Nott spoke, glancing between you and his son. A tense silence fell between everyone, but you two refused to look away from each other. 

His eyes dropped to your neck, where you'd used makeup to cover up the marks, then back up to your eyes.

"Well then. Let's allow them to spend some time together before dinner," your father stated, before ushering all the adults into a different room. 

"Y/n," Theo called. 

"I don't want to hear a word from you." You snapped, pivoting on your heels and heading back up the stairs. 

"Tesoro, what would you want me to have done? I had no idea, I swear." He rambled, following you up. You chose to remain quiet all the way up, anger surging through you as you stormed into your room. 

Theo walked in behind you, closing the door as he did so. He watched you pace around the room, a flood of emotions rushing through you. You weren't sure whether to be pissed at the fact that he was the one you were to be married to, or whether you should be thankful that it wasn't some random man you'd never even met. 

"Bella," he started again, but you hushed him. 

"Wait, Theo. Let me try to process this, at least." 

Thankful for the fact that he actually listened, you continued to pace, wondering whether or not this was a good thing. The rational thought would've been to be totally against it. You'd hated him since the first moment you set your eyes on him. But something had changed. Perhaps overnight, or maybe you just didn't want to accept it until last night. 

Halting in your rapid movement, you turned to face him. Theo hadn't taken his eyes off of you, you'd come to realise, and the thought itself made you blush. You strode towards him, backing him onto a wall. 

Pressing your index finger on his chest, you demanded, "Did you know?" He looked down at you, but you couldn't quite point out the emotion that seemed to glow in his eyes. 

"No." 

You stilled, not sure whether or not to believe what he was saying. But, his adamant tone nudged you towards the fact that he truly didn't know. That he was kept in the dark, just like you were. 

Taking your hand off, you moved away but he grabbed your wrist, pulling you back in. One arm snaked around your waist, while his other hand rested on your cheek, his thumb softly caressing your skin. 

"Is it such a bad thing?" He asked, and though he didn't say what, you knew what he was referring to: the arranged marriage. 

"Maybe," your voice was soft, as though you weren't fully convinced of whether it was for the better or for worse. 

"Mia bella ragazza." Theo whispered in your ear, and you melted into his touch. 

"Theo." "Si, amore?"

He leaned down, and you could feel your heart leaping out of your chest with that simple movement. 

"Kids! It's time for dinner, come down!" 

He chuckled, and you scowled at him. Theo placed a gentle kiss to your forehead, before pulling away. Keeping his hand on the small of your back, the two of you left the room.