☆~Slytherin Boys Oneshots~☆

Intertwined~M.R

"Not a lot, just forever, intertwined, sewn together."
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His sharp jaw, the way his eyes sparkled when he smiled. Everything about him was so alluring.

"Y/n? Y/n!" Pansy snapped her fingers in front of my face, pushing me out of my thoughts of him.

That was the third time today.

She followed my gaze to Mattheo and rolled her eyes.

"Seriously, you look like some pining puppy."

"I don't care."

"You should. If you're really that down bad for him, then talk!" She sighed, picking at her nails.

I shook my head.

"I can't just walk up and start talking. How weird is that?"

"Not as weird as you ogling at him with drool dripping down your chin." She replied.

I glared at her, wiping my chin and huffing.

"Eversince he came, he's been like everywhere I go." I said, watching as he smiled at Draco.

"Or you've just been following him around like some crazy stalker." Pansy suggested.

"Shut up. I have not!" I protested.

"So have."

'~Time Skip~'

My partner?! Mattheo Riddle was my partner!

He strode over, shoving his wand back into his robe.

"Hey." He said awkwardly standing beside me. Close. Very close. I could feel his fingers brush against mine for the slightest second.

"Uh hi." I replied, staring down at our touching fingers. He followed my gaze.

I quickly looked away, staring at Pansy, who was glaring at me from the other side of the room. Ron sat next to her, looking as equally pissed.

I sent her a small pitying smile.

"So, are you any good at potions?" Mattheo asked, snapping my attention back to him.

"Well, I've never blown anything up, so I'd say I'm relatively alright." I said.

He chuckled. He actually chuckled!

"Good, I'm not stuck with some idiot who can't do potions for shit."

I nodded. Thank God I was partnered with him in potions. Any other class, and I'd be a complete fool.

Slughorn cleared his throat, gaining everyone's attention.

"Ah, now that we are all partnered up and settled, I'd like to show you three special potions. They play a huge role in the wizarding role, used for good or bad." He explained, sending a small glance at Mattheo.

I could feel Mattheo tense up beside me, his jaw clenched and eyes narrowed.

"Now, can anyone tell me what this potion is." Slughorn said, pointing towards a blue liquid that sparkled and swirled around in the cauldron.

As usual, Hermiones hand shot straight up into the air.

"Yes, Miss Granger?"

"That's Felis Felisis, also known as Liquid luck. One small drop, and you're lucky for the rest of the day." She responded all in one breath.

Slughorn beamed at her.

"Brilliant Miss Granger ten points for Gryfindoor! Now, what's this potion?" He moved onto a dark black potion that looked like some endless pool of death. How lovely.

Hermiones hand shot up again. I rolled my eyes and raised my hand.

"Ah, Miss Y/l/n!" Slughorn said, smiling over at me. I could see Hermione looking annoyed as she put her hand down.

"That's Poisoned Mead." I said bluntly.

Slughorn nodded knowingly, his face going serious.

"Very right ten points to slytherin. Can anyone tell me what it does?" He asked, looking around the silent room.

It's in the name idiot.

"It poisons you." Draco drawled, scoffing and rolling his eyes.

"Yes, that's right, Draco, but how exactly?"

Draco shrugged.

"When you drink it. It then flows into your organs and shrivels them up. You turn to dust." Hermione whispered.

"Yes, very good, Miss Granger. Ten points to Gryfindoor!" Slughorn mused, turning to the final potion.

"Now, Riddle. I'm curious. What do you smell?" Slughorn questioned, raising a brow.

Mattheo stared at him, confused.

"A really strong scent of vanilla mixed with pine wood." He replied.

Nearly everyone's eyes turned to me. I glanced around equally as confused as Mattheo.

"Ah, young love. So delicate and sweet. Suprised, you smelt something, Mr Riddle." Slughorn exclaimed.

"What the fuck is he going on about?" Mattheo whispered down to me. I just shrugged.

"Now Miss Granger care to tell us what this potion is."

"It's Amortia. A love potion. You smell whoever you are attracted to. For example, Mattheo smelt vanilla and pine wood whilst I smell freshly cut grass and...minty toothpaste." She muttered, going red.

My eyes widened everything clicking into place.

Mattheo Riddle smelt me? He was attracted to me?
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Part 2?