the slytherin boys imagines and reacts

t.r ☆ sick

❃゜・。. ・°゜✼ ゜°・ . 。・゜❃

"tom, what did you get for question 17?" you looked over at the boy seated next to you.
he turned to you, if looks could kill, your body would have left remains all over the classroom. you rolled your eyes before turning around to harry.

"harry, do you have the answer for 17?" you asked him.

"yeah here you go," he said and handed you his piece of parchment, his cheeks pink.

"thanks love," you thanked him and quickly noted the answer down. you could sense tom's
tense body next to you as you turned around once again to give harry back his notes.

"you're a lifesaver, potter."

"anytime, y/n," he said and got back on with his work.

you continued on with the rest of the textbook questions, managing to answer them. wether
they were right was another story, but that would be another days problem.

your eyebrows furrowed as you reread question 24 over and over. it made no sense whatsoever. you read the question out loud, though it was barely even considered a
whisper.

"do you mind?" tom snapped.

"not my fault i don't understand the question. look," and you read the question out to him.

"i answered it easily," he shrugged.

"well could you give me some sort of hint to what it may be?" you asked. he shook his head
and again put his head back down while continuing to do the rest of the work.

is he for fucking real. you sighed, not wanting to bother harry again so you decided to give
your brain a mini break.

you began to crack your fingers and knuckles, quickly earning a look from tom. what is
with this boy and his damn stinking attitude?
you rolled your eyes, leaning back into your chair before cracking it as well. you then moved onto your wrists but before you could do anything, a cold firm hand wrapped themselves around your wrist.

you looked up at tom, "what are you doing?"

"you're being annoying," he said and moved your hand down onto the desk, still keeping a
firm grasp on it.

"i'll show you annoying."

-

you were surprised tom had not quite literally killed you. for the next two weeks of classes
you had been annoying him. it was little things, cracking your bones as he clearly disliked,
clicking your pen whenever you 'forgot' your quill, occasionally poking tom, and other
things.

it really did take you back that tom had not done anything. maybe he didn't mind you too
much. or maybe he did and he was just waiting for the right time to avada kedavra him.

you had been feeling sick recently, it was winter so it was expected that you got your usual
week long cold. each year, you took further precaution to avoid getting sick. but it never
worked.

you would pile on clothes, doubling up on shirts, sometimes tripling your tights, fluffy
socks with your doc martins, extra large scarf, you even doubled your hat once. you
would've looked like a buffoon to everyone, but by now they were used to your antics of
trying to avoid that dreaded cold.

it wasn't necessarily the cold itself, more so the fact that you would miss over a week of
school work which meant you had to do extra studying to catch up.

it was a miserable predicament that you would unfortunately have to deal with for the rest
of your hogwarts school years; maybe even outside of that into your working adult years.