Slytherin Boys Imagines

𝗍.𝗋 - 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 (𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗎𝖾)

                                  *requested*
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dedicated song for this chapter: so it goes... - taylor swift

P.S: Tom's character in this chapter is a VERY VERY DELUSIONAL representation of him (for our enjoyment) <3
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Inseparable. That was the only word you could think of to describe what you and Tom were. After that day when your parents had allowed your friends to stay at your house til New Years, he'd immediately decided to stay, with neither of you having the heart to leave one another. Not after already having spent weeks ignoring each other.

You were standing by the stove, pouring another batch of pancake batter into the pan when you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist.

"Morning," you smiled, turning your head to the side as Tom nudged his head into the crook of your neck.

"Morning, love." He murmured, gently kissing your neck. You turned in his arms, so that you were facing him before you pushed yourself into your toes and kissed him.

You loved this beyond words. Being able to kiss him any time you wanted because he was yours and you were his. This was everything.

His arms tightened around your hips just as you threw your arms across his neck, pulling him down to match your height. His hands moved up under your shirt, playing with the clasps of your lingerie.

You smiled into the kiss, lightly grazing his lower lip with your teeth for his actions. Pulling away, you barely got a glimpse of the lust shining in his eyes before you turned back around to check on your pancakes.

"I've got to make breakfast." You told him, while flipping one of the pancakes around.

"Why can't someone else do it?" He asked, leaning in to your ear to whisper, "We could sleep in for a little while." The mere promise in his tone made you weak in the knees, but before you could reply, someone else did it for you.

"No can do, Riddle. My sister makes the best pancakes known to man and no one could possibly replicate it." Abraxas said as he strolled into the kitchen.

You turned to your brother, smiling. Glancing sideways, you noticed Tom rolling his eyes at Abraxas before taking up a seat on the kitchen island.

By the time everyone had come down and taken a seat, you'd finished cooking and setting up all the toppings on the counter.

"You spoil us, truly." Esme quickly kissed your cheek before walking past you to the food. You noticed Tom narrowing his eyes at her, and you could barely hold in your laughter as Esme took quick notice of it too.

"Merlin, Riddle. That's my best friend. In case you didn't know, I have a boyfriend of my own." She gestured to you, and then to Abraxas.

Tom's previous scowl had disappeared, and his expression was schooled into neutrality as he got up to get some food.

Once everyone had sat down, Adrian Lestrange clinked his glass with his fork, as though they were sitting at a formal dinner party.

"Listen up!" Everyone turned their gazes to him as he spoke, "I've invited quite a lot of people for the New Years Eve party tonight. So I hope there's enough drinks for all of us." He said, glancing at you and your brother. You smirked, "Oh there's definitely enough drinks." 

Everyone broke into cheers, and began talking about how they thought tonight's party was going to happen.  

Once everyone had finished eating, you had gotten up first. With a flick of your hand, the plates floated up from in front of everyone, and followed behind you to the sink. As usual, your brother stayed back and took up a spot beside you, helping you despite you telling him numerous times that he didn't have to.