Slytherin Boys Imagines

𝗍.𝗋 - 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗉𝗍.1

                                   *requested*
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context: this story is set as in the early 1940's, which is when canon Tom Riddle attended his last few years at Hogwarts. for those reasons, none of the characters from the 1990's timeline (e.g Harry, Hermione etc.). when i'm using names such as Malfoy, please do keep in mind that i'm referring to those in the 1940's, not the characters with those last names in Harry's school years. 

dedicated song for this chapter: tolerate it - taylor swift

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At the start of Year 2, you'd made the stupid mistake of falling for Tom Marvolo Riddle of all people. Four years have come and gone since then, and your feelings for him had only gotten stronger. Every waking, breathing and sleeping moment was consumed by the mere thought of the Prefect, and nothing helped to take your mind off of him. It didn't help that the two of you had begun to date at the start of Year 6. Almost overnight, you'd gone from being somewhat known in your year group, to being one of the most popular girls. But you knew that it wasn't because of you, rather because of who you were dating. 

Over the years, Tom had gained quite a large amount of popularity from both his teachers and his fellow students. As he grew older, he got smarter, taller, and regrettably more handsome. Pile that onto the fact that he had been chosen to be Slytherin's Prefect, he was the perfect student. Year after year, the girls in your year had thrown themselves at him, with little to no luck. You'd felt grateful for the fact that you had wound up being a part of his friend group since Year 3, thanks to the fact that you were a pureblood - a Sacred 28 pureblood. 

"Get up!" Your best friend - and roommate - shrieked as she grabbed the blanket and yanked it off of your body, leaving you unshielded from the freezing temperature in your dorm. "Merlin, turn off the fucking AC." You groaned as you turned to the other side, hunching into a fetus position to get more comfortable. Silence fell temporarily as she walked over to the panel and switched the air conditioning off, "Now get up. We're going to be late, y/n!" Letting out a soft sigh, you hesitantly pushed yourself up and out of bed, before sauntering into the bathroom. 

After relentless calls from Esme, you finally walked out clad in a Slytherin uniform. Running a brush through your hair, you detangled and smoothed it before pulling it into a ponytail. Just as you finished applying the last of your makeup, she pulled you away from the mirror and out of the dorm room. "I forgot my bag!" You suddenly realised, but Esme held up both of your robe and hand bag, a sly smirk adorning her lips. 

As the two of you neared the bottom of the stairs, you saw Tom standing there impatiently, with your brother by his side as they waited for you. "Took you long enough," your brother stated with a roll of his eyes. Abraxas Malfoy - your twin brother, Esme's boyfriend, and the closest thing to a best friend that Tom had. 

Tom acknowledged Esme with a soft nod of his head, to which she returned with a soft smile before hugging Malfoy. Esmeray had quickly become a part of your friend group when she joined in Year 4, quite obviously due to her being the heir to the Lestrange family. Without a doubt, you guys' friend group were the most powerful in the year, and likely the whole school, as you were all heirs to the most prominent pureblooded families: Malfoy, Lestrange, Rosier, Black, and Avery. Tom, himself, belonged to the noble and pureblooded Gaunt family, though the fact that he was a half-blood ruined his chances at being the heir to the family's fortune. 

 You greeted Tom with a soft smile, before pushing yourself onto your toes and pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek, "Good morning." The ghost of a smile haunted his lips as he watched you look up at him. "We're going to be late," he stated monotonously, before walking off. The grin on your lips dropped instantly as you fiddled with the hems of your skirt before following after him. The two of you walked side by side - in silence -, and you couldn't help but overhear how Esme and Abraxas were talking and laughing with each other behind you. With a cautious look towards Tom, you slowed your pace down, causing you to be in line with the pair that was previously behind you. 

"You okay, love?" Esme asked, glancing towards the Prefect before looking back at you.