your favorite Slytherins and the lengths they'd go to show they care
all too ambitious, and oh so cunning
draco malfoy, pansy parkinson, theodore nott, blaise zabini, mattheo riddle x female!reader
⋆ Knows everything you like, and when I say everything I mean everything
⋆ Makes sure anytime you're in his presence one of your favorite things is around sweets, flowers, whatever new book you mentioned wanting to read
⋆ You name it, he gets it
⋆ Its not just about material things either
⋆ Notices everything- the way you fidget, what tea you drink, the subjects you struggle in.
⋆ He just wants you to feel seen
You frowned, digging through your bag. "I forgot my quill..." and like magic one slides across the desk. You tilt your head toward Theo who still hasn't looked up from his parchment. "Thanks" you say lowly a little surprised. "You always forget quills on Tuesdays" he said simply with a small shrug, quill still scratching away at his parchment. You stared at him, and he didn't even glance up just smirked to himself, perfectly casual.
⋆ Purposely picks fights with others just so you'll defend him
⋆ Glares daggers into anyone who looks at you too long
⋆ Insists he has to walk you to every class -even if it makes him late to his own
⋆ You always have to be wearing something he gave you....jewelry, his clothes etc.
⋆ Buys you gifts constantly and brushes it off with "Don't make it a big deal"
"Draco, this.." you say holding up the quill set he left on your desk "is too much". Silver tipped, engraved with your initials. "Too much" he scoffs, leaning casually against the wall. "It's practical" "It's expensive" you argue. "What? You think you're not worth it?" There it was, that sharp almost biting tone. You could see the flicker of worry in his eyes before sighing and giving in. "That's not what I was saying, thank you Dray they're lovely." He manages a small smile before kissing your forehead and pulling you into his chest. You realize -this was Draco, baring affection the only way he knew how: grand, overdone, and impossible to ignore.
⋆ Has an ever-growing list of ways to get closer to you
⋆ Keeps track of your favorite hairstyles and clothes she's worn and makes sure to wear them often
⋆ Always inserts herself between you and whoever tries to flirt with you
⋆ Constantly giving you her own jewelry/accessories, pretending she's fixing you, when in reality she just likes seeing her things on you
⋆ Keeps and arm hooked through your at all times
⋆ If someone upsets you she knows before you even tell her, and by the next morning she's already making that persons life a living hell
Pansy slid into the seat beside you in Potions, in almost perfect timing. Hair pulled back looking as gorgeous as always. "There's no way you were about to partner with Longbottom?" disgust curling her lip. "Absolutely not. You'll work with me" Before you could even process the switch she's moving your cauldron closer to hers. Every one was intentional -the way she measured ingredients for you, the way her fingers brushed your wrist when you almost spilled. By the time class ended, you realized you haven't lifted a hand. Pasy had done everything for you, and when you thanked her she only shrugged. "Of course, darling." she'd always take care of what was hers.
⋆ This man is a flirt, you'd think he was shy with how quiet he is but no
⋆ In fact how quiet he is only makes the flirting more intense
⋆ Always knows the right time to compliment you
⋆ Leans down during lessons to whisper things in your ear -very distracting
⋆ Subtle touches: brushing hair out of your face, resting a hand on your back as you go through doors
⋆ Always seated close enough that your knees touch
⋆ Constantly teasing you so he can watch you get flustered
The low firelight flickers across the Slytherin common room, casting shadows on the green draped walls. You'd claimed one of the am chairs, half curled up with a book. When of course you hear your favorite voice "Studying?" he questioned leaning over the back of your chair. "Or pretending so no one bothers you?" He knew you too well. His grin mischievous, plucking the book from your hands and flipping it shut before you could stop him. "Unlike you, some of us actually revise" You cross your arms and try your best to look irritated with him, hiding a small smile. "You're insufferable." you muttered. "Maybe but you're smiling" Annoyingly -infuriatingly- you were but you turned away ignoring him. Only causing him to wedge himself into the narrow armchair with you. There was no room for the both of you meaning you ended up perched in his lap. "Blaise!" you hissed, trying to shift away. He ignored your pretend annoyance, placing an arm around your waist, his head on top of your shoulder and places your book back into your hands. "Go on then, revise"
⋆ Writes your name into the margins of his parchment just to see you blush when he shows you
⋆ Has a habit of glaring at people who talk to you, everyone tries to make the conversation short
⋆ "You know you're mine, pretty girl"
⋆ Constantly reminds you that you're his -casually, in whispers, or in front of others to make a point
⋆ If someone -in his opinion- is too close, he's in-between the two of you, immediately
The common room was dim, and you were seated on the couch laughing at something a classmate said. Mattheo on the arm chair across from you, working on a project with Draco. He didn't bother hiding the way his eyes followed you. In two strides, he was there, sliding next to you on the couch. "Enjoying yourself?" he asked looking past you at your classmate, who quickly excused himself. You blinked up at him. "We were just talking-"
"Mm" he nodded, his arm curving around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest. "You scare people away" "Good" he murmured, pressing his lips to your temple. And though you tried to act annoyed, your heart skipped a beat when he tightened his hold.