the slytherin boys imagines and reacts

t.r ☆ obsessed

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he knew your whole schedule off by heart.

he knew each route you took to class - sometimes taking the longer way to avoid just those few minutes of extra class time.

he knew what time you would leave your dorm before heading to breakfast each morning,
the same route every single day without fail. he knew what you would always eat and drink,
rarely ever switching it up.

he knew so much about you, yet you two had never spoken a single word to each other. he
was bound to change that. he wanted you, he needed you.

safe to say, tom was obsessed.

he didn't know why. he simply was. and that was okay with him. he still remembers the
first time he saw you when you were both first years stepping off of the train onto the
platform near hogwarts.

ever since then he had kept an eye out for you. he was lucky enough to be in some of your
classes, no doubt taking glances at you without you ever noticing.

some would say it was creepy if they knew about his obsession, but he thought it was
romantic.

he knew you would find it romantic too. you didn't think he wouldn't read the books you
read, right? every time he saw a book in your hands, he would later go find a copy to see
what your fascination was.

he noticed your avid obsession with romance.
wether it be sweet and innocent or dark and
endearing. he also noticed the reoccurring theme of pure filth you read, no doubt getting yourself off to it when you were in your dorm.

that got him off too. knowing what you liked and fixing himself to like what you liked. it was pathetic, really, him going out of his way to perfect himself for you. he wanted to make
sure when the time came - you would think he was made for you.

because he made himself for you.

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