Slytherin Boys Short Story's

Them catch you smoking

Mattheo Riddle
Sometimes when life gets tough again and you need a release valve to let out some pressure, people come across vices that either phase in or even stay in.

Most of the time they stay. They are not called vices for nothing. It's something unhealthy that you can't just get out of the habit, and that you unpack especially when it's stressful.

Some people eat chocolate. Others have a drink. Some simply chew their nails. And then there were the smokers.

Mattheo, your boyfriend smoked. He smoked often and a lot, several attempts to quit had failed. His best friend Theodore smoked even more. With him, you didn't even need to start about quitting.

You knew that smoking really wasn't healthy. You knew that it would quickly become addictive, and that quitting could be difficult. And yet hard times had made you start.

It wasn't a regular thing yet, you only did it when the stress hit you again. But lately it was happening more often. At least you had always managed to keep it a secret from Mattheo. Until the day you failed.

You were in your room. You had locked yourself in there and were smoking a cigarette by the window when there was a knock at the door.

"Open up princess." said the familiar voice of your boyfriend, and you panicked slightly. You quickly throw the cigarette out of the window and try to waft the smell out somehow.

"Just a moment!" you said through the door, but you didn't have a moment. Mattheo had helped himself in.

You hoped he wouldn't notice, as he was a smoker himself. And indeed - at first, he didn't seem to notice. He walked up to you, put his hands on your hips, pulled you closer and kissed you. You put your arms around his neck and kissed him back.

His hands slowly wandered over your body, but then he suddenly pulled away. He was holding the packet of cigarettes in his hand. "Nice try, princess. But you should know by now that you can't fool me."

"How did you know-" you started, but Mattheo stopped you by taking your chin in his hand and sliding his thumb over your lips.

"You could smell it in the hallway. Besides, you just taste like it - and I can get inside your head, don't forget that." He winked and put the packet of cigarettes in his pocket. "You don't want to do that. It's shit."

"You do it too." you replied.

"That's right. It's too late for me, not for you." he said before grabbing you again and pushing you onto the bed.

"Time for you to be punished for lying, Princess." he grinned.

Theodore Nott
The whole school knew that Theodore was a smoker. It was no secret. He smoked a lot; he never went anywhere without carrying at least one pack of cigarettes.

It was his biggest vice, and whenever he even thought about quitting or at least smoking a little less, he quickly dismissed the idea. It was just part of him somehow.

You never understood what was supposed to be so great about it, or what was supposed to be 'relaxing' as Theodore liked to justify it. And yet you were somehow gripped by curiosity.

You grabbed one of the many boxes he had stashed in his room while he was in the shower. You were convinced that he wouldn't notice, after all, he had a lot of them.

A little later, you found yourself on the astronomy tower, opening the box and taking one out. You just looked at it for a while, still not understanding the fuss.

You put it between your lips, lit it - at least you tried to, because no one had told you that you had to pull on it while lighting it, but you quickly figured it out. You coughed like crazy after the first few drags, even when you hadn't drawn the smoke in properly, but then you got the hang of it, and it worked.