Slytherin Boys Imagines

𝗆.𝗋 & 𝗍.𝗋 - 𝗌𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇

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

The party in the common room was already in full swing by the time you and Pansy made it down. The green strobe lights dimly illuminated the room, and the dancefloor were filled with people. The room smelt strongly of firewhiskey, and you grimaced at the scent. Pansy's hand was wrapped around your wrist as she led you to the bar. 

"To our first drinks of the night!" She yelled, and you shook your head, laughing as she handed you a shot of firewhiskey. 

Lifting your arm, the two glasses clinked, before you downed it. The alcohol burned down your throat as you handed the drink back to her, softly rubbing your neck with your free hand. She nudged you with her shoulder, and you looked up to see Pansy smirking, "Someone's staring." Following her line of sight, you saw Tom Riddle lounged on one of the couches. 

His legs were spread, arms folded across his chest with his stare fixed on you. There were two girls on either side of him, trying to engage in conversation with him, but he ignored them both. He raised a brow at you, his lips pulling into a smirk as he raked his stare down your figure. 

Suddenly feeling too exposed, you pulled the hem of your tight dress down, resting the hem just by your mid-thigh. The V-neck had dropped further, and you hastily pulled it up as you saw his jaw clenching. Tearing your gaze away from him, Pansy dragged you onto the dance-floor, her arms looped with yours as she did so. The two of you danced, and you hadn't notice the way that Tom hadn't once looked away from you. 

Suddenly, you felt strong arms wrap around your waist and pull you to them. Your back was pressed against their front, their hands gripped on your thighs as you danced. Tipping your head back onto their shoulder, you closed your eyes as a strong cologne flooded your senses. Your eyes flew open, and your gaze met Mattheo's. A smirk was playing on his lips as he moved his hands further down, roughly pressing his body against yours. 

Your lips fell open, your heart racing as he leaned down. He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, and you felt your body melt into his soft touch, your eyes fluttering shut. 

A hand grabbed your wrist and took you away from him, and you opened your eyes to see Pansy. She was grinning as she led you to her room, where the rest of your friend group was waiting. Seeing a bottle in the middle, you rolled your eyes and sat on the floor beside her. 

As soon as you sat down, Tom and Mattheo walked in together, obviously glaring at one another in rage. They looked towards you, and you immediately looked away, a soft blush rising to your cheeks. Sitting down directly opposite you, the two of them glanced at each other. 

From beside you, Pansy stood up and cleared her throat, bringing everyone's attention onto her. 

"The game is simple. You spin the bottle, and you must spend 7 minutes in the nearest room with whoever it lands on." Pansy explained, and everyone cheered. 

She sat back down, giggling with her about who she wanted to be locked in the room with. One by one, people took turns to spin the bottle. Using the word 'fun' to describe the situations would've been an understatement. 

You'd been shoved into the room with Pansy, and the two of you laughed until deciding to play a prank. You messed up hair, and dragged her dress down just a bit. Pansy wouldn't stop laughing as she used her finger to smudge your lipstick. 

The two of you walked out, and the group looked at the two of you in disbelief before breaking out into laughter. 

Your turn had rolled around, no matter how hard you tried to avoid it. Leaning in, your fingers grazed the cold surface of the bottle. Time seemed to drag on as it spun.