Slytherin Boys Imagines

𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗌𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺 (𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇)

                    *'enemies' but crushing*
            ────── ∘◦ ⛤☽⛤ ◦∘ ──────

scene context: you two were in potions class, and they go up and smell your scent/perfume in the amortentia

Draco Malfoy:

⛤ "y/l/n, can you step back? your floral perfume's so strong, i can barely smell the amortentia." 

⛤ you look at him grinning, "i'm not wearing that perfume." 

⛤ laughs and 'ooo's echo through the class and you see him flush. "excuse me," he says, and practically runs out.

⛤ you run after him, calling out his name and he finally stops, turning to face you. "amortentia's a fucking joke." he grumbled, and you rolled your eyes, still smiling at him.

⛤ "what's got you smiling like that?" he asked, raising a brow. "you." you confessed, and the corner of his lips perked into a smirk-ish smile.

⛤ "oh yeah?" "yeah." the two of you don't take your eyes off of each other until you laugh, and pull him in by his tie and kiss him

Mattheo Riddle:

⛤ as soon as he smelt the amortentia, he knew exactly whose perfume it was. he looked you dead in the eye, and you tensed as he walked over to you and grabbed your wrist, "if you'll excuse us, Professor." 

⛤ as soon as he'd dragged you out of the classroom, you began protesting, "what the hell are you playing at, riddle?" he didn't say a word in reply. instead, he took you into an empty classroom, locking the door behind him as he finally let you go

⛤ you stormed towards him, pressing your index finger into his chest and pushing him against the door, "tell me why you just dragged me out of class." he looked down at you, smirking, and the mere way he was looking at you had you weak in the knees

⛤ "ask me what i smelt in the amortentia." he said, and you scoffed, "i could not care less." he chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you to him, evoking a soft gasp from you, "mhm. i can hear your heartbeat, darling, and it doesn't sound like you don't care. so ask me." 

⛤ "what did you smell?" you breathed out, and he leaned down, his lips mere inches away from yours, "you." your eyes widened in surprise, meeting his unrelenting stare for a quick second, before he kissed you

Tom Riddle:

⛤ though his expression remained impassive, you saw the way confusion and a hint of fear hazed his eyes momentarily. "i smell nothing." he said, his voice monotonous, his gaze moving to you, and your eyes widened slightly. 

⛤ as soon as class was dismissed, you rushed out, not bothering to spare a single glance towards tom. halfway to your next class, someone grabbed your wrist from behind and pulled you into a store room. "what the f-" your voice trailed off as tom's familiar scent flooded your senses

⛤"what did you do to the amortentia?" he asked, turning on the small light in the room. "nothing, riddle. what do you expect me to have done?" you snapped back, though your voice was softer than you'd hoped

⛤ a silence fell, and you laughed, leaning back against the wall, "you did smell something, didn't you? and you're scared it might be right." he rolled his eyes and pinned you against the wall, his hands resting on your hips. "damn you," he breathed out, and you smirked

⛤ "you smelt me." you whispered, keeping your hard stare on his. he sighed softly, "yes. i did." your smirk had been replaced by a smile, and you tilted your head up more, grazing your lips against his, "then why don't you do something about it?"  you heard him curse soundly under his breath, before finally giving in and roughly pressing his lips against yours