Slytherin Boys Imagines

𝗍.𝗋 - 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗉𝗍.3

                                   *requested*
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dedicated song for this chapter: everything has changed - taylor swift (ft. ed sheeran)

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Come Saturday morning, you'd been up with the sun. For the first time in a while, you were looking forward to the day ahead of you. Once you'd washed up, you'd slipped into comfortable, plaid Christmas pants, and a navy wool sweater you'd bought recently. Choosing to create natural waves for the night, you parted your hair in two, before braiding them. 

Just as you tucked your feet into your slippers, a knock sounded on your door. Once. Twice. "Yes?" You called out, walking towards it. "It's me!" Your brother replied, and you could hear him impatiently tapping his feet on the ground. 

Swinging the door open, you stood leaning against the frame, arms crossed over your chest, "Can I help you?" 

"I need you to promise me that there won't be issues between you and Riddle today." He sighed, and you chuckled lightly. 

At the mention of his name, memories from last night flooded your mind and you couldn't help the blush that rose onto your cheeks, "I promise. I've handled it already, trust me." He arched a brow at you, but you pinned him with a look that said 'Don't ask'. 

"If you say so," he shrugged. 

"I do say so." You retorted, shutting the door behind you as the two of you walked down for breakfast. As soon as you reached the top of the stairs, the ballroom came into view and you gasped softly. 

It was beautiful. The large chandelier was hung in the centre of the room, not turned on yet but you knew it would illuminate the entire hall. A long row of tables had been set up near the back, with a classic white tablecloth draped over them. Candelabras had been placed in a neat pattern across the tables, it's gold colour matching the rest of the theme. There was a large Christmas tree in the corner of the room, and you knew that it would be spelled with ornaments by nightfall. People were running around, setting up the rest of the seating tables and the peacock statues that you knew were Abraxas' wish. 

"It's amazing, isn't it? I'm proud of myself for the sheer size of the party this year." Abraxas smiled proudly. You chuckled lightly, "I can't wait." 

As the two of you descended the stairs, he spoke up again, "But it does mean we have to eat on the kitchen island instead of the dining table this morning." At that you smiled, because it meant you'd be able to cook, "It's better that way, now I can cook breakfast for us." 

"Tell me you'll make those pancakes that I love." He begged, and you nodded rapidly - not just because he asked, but because it was your favourite to make. Your gaze fell on the house elves that were stood by the kitchen island, only starting to prepare the food. 

"Don't worry, I'll cook this morning," you stated, smiling softly. The house elves exchanged a glance amongst them, before nodding. In the blink of an eye, they disappeared, and you moved towards the stove. "Is everyone else still asleep?" You asked Abraxas as you reached for the handle of a pan.

"Yes they are," he started, taking a seat on one of the high chairs, "But you wanna tell me what happened between you and Riddle yesterday?" 

Your body tensed as you turned to face your brother, who was resting his head on his palm, his elbow propped up on the island. You coughed, before answering, "I don't know what you're talking about." 

"Hmm," he hummed, narrowing his eyes at you, "You sure about that?" You pursed your lips, before nodding briefly. 

"Merlin, I know you're lying because I saw the two of you outside in the middle of the night." Abraxas confessed, and your mouth fell open. How in the bloody hell had he seen?