Slytherin Boys Imagines

𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀

                  *dating* or *enemies with tension*
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Draco Malfoy:

⛤ you were getting ready to go to a party but struggling to zip up your dress.

⛤twisting and turning around, there was no way you could reach the zipper. through the mirror, you could see your boyfriend standing by your door, leaning against the doorframe.

⛤"do you need some help, love?" he asked, smirking. "yes please," you whined.

⛤ he laughed, before walking over to you. his eyes were fixed on yours through the mirror, as he ran a finger down your bare back, sending a shiver through you.

⛤dragging the zip up, he helped you to relax into the tight-fitting dress. "this dress is a bit short, hm? just for me, love," he whispered, pressing a kiss to your neck, his arms snaking around your waist.

⛤ "it's always for you," you murmured, tilting your head back to give him space. feeling him nip at your skin, you knew he was leaving hickeys all over your neck. he pulled you closer to him, pressing your back harshly against his front. 

⛤ suddenly remembering your circumstance, you mumbled, "the party." he chuckled, pressing one last kiss before taking your hand in his and leading you out of your room. 

Mattheo Riddle:

⛤after a day in the Black Lake with your friends, you'd rushed to change before you caught a fever - but didn't realise that you'd walked into the boys' changing rooms

⛤ taking your swim wear off, you wore your undergarments, and slid on your t-shirt just as Mattheo walked in. realising you hadn't seen him, he stayed quiet, watching you as you dried your hair wearing nothing more than your lingerie and half see-through top. 

⛤"what the fuck, Riddle?" you gasped, turning around and rushing to cover the bottom half of your body, "you creep."

⛤"c'mon now darling, it's not really my fault that you're in the boys changing room, now is it?" your mouth dropped open at his words, your eyes gazing around the room and realising your mistake. "shit," you cursed under your breath, gathering all your wet clothes. 

⛤ he laughed, walking up beside you, and towards the bag of clothes he'd left there, "you're welcome to stay and watch the show." he winked, evoking a scowl from you. 

⛤ wrapping his arms around you, he pulled you close to him, leaving no space between the two of you. tilting your head up, your gaze met his, and a smirk formed on his face. 

⛤ a tense silence fell between the two of you, before he decided to break it. "fuck it," and with that, he leaned down and kissed you. your arms went around his neck, pulling him downwards to match your height as he backed you into the counter. 

Tom Riddle:

⛤you were in your dorm, getting ready for the day when you realised that you couldn't find the skirt you'd ironed for the day. walking around in your knee high socks, white shirt and tie, you tried to look for the familiar black skirt. 

⛤"angel, what are you doing?" you flinched at the sudden sound of his voice, and turned to see him standing by your door, watching you intently. "i can't find my skirt, tom." you state, continuing to rush around. 

⛤ behind you, tom noticed the skirt, and picked it up, then walked towards you. "merlin, thank you." you say, reaching your arm out for it, but he suddenly pulls it away from your reach.