Slytherin Boys Imagines

𝗆.𝗋 - '𝖿𝖺𝗄𝖾' 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗍.2

                      *romance trope - requested*
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The sun's rays pierced through your window, filling your room. Groaning, you tossed and turned in your bed, pulling the blanket up to cover your eyes but to no avail. You sat up, squinting your eyes as you got used to the sudden flooding of bright light. Luna was already up, walking around the room, humming softly under her breath. 

"Good morning," she called, her stare falling on you. "Morning," you murmured, rubbing your eyes and turning so that your feet touched the ground. She studied your sleepy figure, instantly noticing the hoodie. Her smile grew wider, "Someone definitely had a good night. Even a great one, maybe." 

Laughing, you buried your head in your palms, whining softly as you forced your body to get up. Swaying slightly, you walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind you, hearing a muffled, "Don't fall asleep in there!"

Within half an hour, the two of you were ready to go. With a quick spell, you'd cleaned up his hoodie, and smoothened it out with your hands. Opting for comfort over glam on a Saturday morning, you wore a comfortable grey jeans, before pulling your hair back into a loose ponytail. 

You and Luna walked down the steps, with you telling her about everything that happened last night. She listened patiently, though there was a wide grin spread across her lips as she did so. 

The door of the common room swung open, and you froze as you saw Mattheo and Blaise waiting outside, deep in conversation before they turned to you. The former smiled at you, while Blaise just inclined his head in greeting. 

Luna pushed you towards Mattheo, while she and Blaise walked behind, easing into a conversation. "We broke a rule last night. One that I'd specifically set," you started, and Mattheo playfully rolled his eyes, "Is that all you have to say?" 

You debated the thought of admitting that you'd liked it, but decided against it, "Yes." He scoffed, before resting an arm on your shoulders, "You look good in my clothes." A small smile bloomed on your lips at his words. 

He leaned in, and you tensed, "Even more so with my last name plastered across the back." 

Eyes widening in realisation, you sighed, before turning to face him. He raised a brow at you, and you knew that he was enjoying every moment of this. "Mattheo, we-" you started, but he cut you off. 

"If you're going to start talking about what we can and can't do, can we do that another time? Let me relish the fact that I got to kiss you last night and not get punched square in the face." 

You snickered, before agreeing and keeping quiet. 

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A few weeks passed by, and you and Mattheo were only becoming more inseparable. Even for you, the line between fake and real was blurring by the minute. There had been times where his kisses had you spinning, or when you two had gotten caught after hours and there was nothing but pure adrenaline pumping through your body. 

You refused to admit to anyone that you were falling in love. How could you? How were you to openly tell anyone that the boy you claimed to hate merely a few months ago was now one of your closest friends, and to an extent, your boyfriend? 

Snapping back to reality, you looked around you to see Mattheo and Luna deep in conversation. Involuntarily, your lips curved into a smile as you admired the two of them. You'd never have expected them to get along as well as they did. You could argue that those two got on better than you did with either of them.