Shawn Mendes Imagines

129 - Hidden (part 2)

"So, about y/bff/n-" Cormac started.

"No, I'm not gonna be a wingman and help you get together with y/bff/n." I muttered, not looking up from the essay I was writing during breakfast.

"But why? I'm hot! And she's hot. We would make a good couple!"

"And then you'll break her heart once you see a more attractive girl, possibly a veela from Beauxbatons that's currently parading around our academy."

"What makes you think that?"

I stopped writing and gave him a pointed look. "Because that's what you said about Macmillan, Bell, Brown, Mitchell, Adams... I could honestly go on, and look what happened. You jumped from one girl to another thus gaining the title of being Gryffindor's arrogant fuckboy."

"I am not arrogant."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night."

"She's right though." Shawn said, looking up from his breakfast. "You said that you were going to take those girls seriously and look where that ended up. What makes you think getting together with y/bff/n would change that."

"That's rich coming from you as if you haven't jumped from one girl to another."

"The difference between you and I is the fact that I haven't slept with any of them nor do I go from one girl to another just because I was bored."

"Bull-"

"Potter." I heard a Romanian accent say from behind me.

The two ceased from arguing and raised their eyebrows at the man trying to talk to me. I turned around and felt the air leave my lungs once I was saw the tall, black haired man in front of me. From the corner of my eye, I could see the two of them cross their arms and sat up straight to try and intimidate him.

"Hi Mayer. How can I help you?" I asked, smiling at him while trying to hide the blush creeping onto my cheeks with my hair.

"I was wondering if you already had a date to the Yule Ball." He asked, nervously biting his lower lip.

"Um... No, why?"

"Well, do you maybe wanna go with me?"

"Hold on-" Cormac was about to cut in but I immediately cut him off.

"I would love to."

A smile formed on his lips, his dimples slowly becoming visible. I could feel my heart pounding against my chest at the sight of it. He took my hand in his and placed a kiss onto it. By now, I had a feeling that I was as red as a tomato. This is the most we've ever interacted.

"I'll see you then."

He stood up made his way back to the Slytherin table. Just as he left, the two men beside me slammed their hands onto the table and gave me an incredulous look. I rolled my eyes at the two of them and went back to finishing my essay. I was only able to write a sentence in when the quill was snatched out of my hand.

"Shawn, give me my quill back." I groaned, turning my head to face him and reaching up to snatch it from him.

"Was that the guy you were talking about?" He asked, raising his brows at me. "The guy you're so in love with?"

"So what if he is? It's clearly none of your business."

"Your business is my business. That's what friends are for. Merlin, Y/n, he's a Slytherin! Why on earth would you go out with a Slytherin?"

"And so? Why should I care if he's a Slytherin?"

"Slytherins don't exactly have the best reputation in the whole school, especially with the blood purity bullshit that comes out of their mouth. He's probably one of them."