Slytherin Boys Imagines

𝗆.𝗋 - 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅

                                          *requested*
                     ────── ∘◦ ⛤☽⛤ ◦∘ ──────

I feel so high school every time I look at you, I wanna find you in a crowd just to hide from you

You were stood in a corner at a party, a drink in your hand as you looked around for your boyfriend. Suddenly, your eyes met his and the corner of your lips perked into a grin. Practically feeling your cheeks heat up, you looked away from him, still smiling from the way he made you feel. You noticed him walking towards you, and you walked away from where you were, your gaze meeting his in a split-second. 

And in a blink of a crinkling eye, I'm sinking, our fingers entwined

You felt someone grab your hand from behind, pulling you into them. Looking up, you saw Mattheo looking down at you, his eyes crinkling in the corner as he grinned. Everything around you faded away as he took your hands in his, entwining your fingers and holding you tightly as he took you to a side of the common room. 

Cheeks pink in the twinkling lights, tell me 'bout the first time you saw me

"Do I make you blush?" He asked, smirking as he cupped your face in his hands. You avoided eye contact, though still smiling. "I've always loved that about you." He confessed, and you met his gaze. "Tell me more." You chuckled, and he moved his hands to your waist, holding you tightly in place. "The very first thing I noticed about you, was the way you blushed whenever you looked at me." He said, and you smiled, the two of you breaking out into laughter as he continued to tell you about what he thought of you the first time he laid eyes on you.

I'll drink what you think, and I'm high, from smoking your jokes all damn night

Taking a sip from your drink, you admired him as he talked to you. Time and time again, he'd made you laugh that night, and you were sure your lungs would collapse from how out of breath you had become. "I'm just that funny, am I?" He asked, chuckling as he took your drink from you and put it to a side. "If you mean funny-looking, then right you are." You shot back, to which he laughed.

The brink of a wrinkle in time, bittersweet sixteen suddenly

The party had passed by around you, but nothing had stopped the two of you from talking, laughing, and flirting all night. For the first time in forever, you truly felt 16, with nothing on your mind but the giddiness of being with your boyfriend, your love. 

I'm watching American Pie with you on a Saturday night

You and your friends were all in the boys' shared dorm, gathered around the television in the middle of the room as you watched a movie to celebrate the last day of school before the break. 

Your friends are around, so be quiet, I'm trying to stifle my sighs

From beside you, Mattheo put his hand on your upper thigh, softly rubbing circles on your skin. A sharp inhale slipped from your lips as he moved his hand up your thigh, your gaze meeting his as he smirked, "Be quiet for me, darling." 

'Cause I feel so high school every time I look at you, but look at you

The very feeling that he gave you every time you looked at him made you ignite, a horde of butterflies flickering awake in your stomach. 

Are you gonna marry, kiss, or kill me? (Kill me), it's just a game, but really (really), I'm bettin' on all three for us two (all three)

As the night moved on, all of you had become engaged in an amusing game of "Kiss, Marry, Kill." It was Mattheo's turn, and he'd been given three names, including yours. The two of you shared a glance, and he chuckled, grinning widely. "Kiss and marry my girlfriend." He stated proudly, and you blushed yet again, your best friend nudging you excitedly from beside you.