Slytherin Boys Oneshots

Penguin - ∞︎︎

Type: ︎︎ ∞︎︎
Words: A bit over 500
Summary: A snowy day at Hogwarts with your teasing boyfriend
Song(s): Snowman by Sia
Proofread: No
Warnings: None :)

A/N: Just wanted to write something short and cute in the middle of the night <33
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"Ow!" Theodore winced as a snowball hit the back of his head. Despite him having the hood of his jumper up, covering his hair from the cold substance, he definitely felt it. "Why'd you do that?"
Your jaw fell open. "Why'd I do that? For God's sake Theo, earlier today you and Mattheo targeted me together! My clothes were absolutely soaked after."
"I don't recall that happening," Theo grinned, crouching down to make a snowball for his revenge.
"I d—" You cut off your own sentence as you saw his plan, letting out a squeal and bolting the other way.

Everyone in Hogwarts had been excited when the first snow decided to lower itself onto the ground, making everything look like a Christmas fairy tale. You, as the outside person you were, had been in awe when the white blanket covering Hogwarts' grounds didn't melt away the next day as everyone had thought. Instead, the snow just kept pouring until it reached even your tall boyfriend's knees, meaning that as you walked outside with him, you were almost drowning in it. Whenever you stepped into an especially deep spot he was there to pull you out, laughing and teasing you as he did so. Somehow he always knew where not to step to avoid sinking.

Theodore chased after you, throwing the soft ball onto your back that was covered by the thick winter jacket you wore. You let out a scream of surprise at the sudden contact, turning to face him. He was smirking mischievously, walking straight towards you. You took a step back warily, afraid of a new attack, but as he revealed his empty palms, you, too began walking to him.
He opened his arms, inviting you to his comforting embrace as you sunk into him, pressing your nose into the opening of his jacket that revealed a glimpse of his neck. He radiated warmth, making you crave his touch in the cold weather.
He chuckled lowly, petting your hair with a glove-covered hand. "You look like a penguin, you know?"
You frowned, pulling away so you could see his face. "What do you mean? No I don't."
"You do," he laughed. "Look at yourself. Your cheeks are bright pink, you're wearing a jacket too big and with every step you take you sink deeper into the snow. To me it looks like a penguin."
"I'll bring snow into your bed when you're sleeping," you threatened, prepared to do what it took to prove him; you were not a penguin.
He laughed more, ruffling your hair. "Alright, little penguin, come on. Let's go inside. Grumpy penguins need a cup of hot chocolate."
You almost wanted to protest, but the offer was too good. So you took the hand he offered, following him back toward a castle, still occasionally falling into the snow.
Luckily, you had a boyfriend who was more than willing to pull you back up.

"Penguin."