#daphne greengrass fluff

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Let me keep you Safe |Daphne Greengrass

Daphne Greengrass Masterlist

Summary: Daphne Greengrass, your girlfriend, finds out that her ex-best friend Pansy Parkinson has been messing with you. She doesn’t take it well.

Pairing: Daphne Greengrass x gf!Reader

Notes:

Takes place in sixth year

not really following any plot in the book or movie

Slughorn does get mentioned

No homophobia

Some fighting

Anti-Pansy

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Warnings: fights, bullying, blood, threatening, some suggestions to past abuse

How could you not admire her when you walk by. Daphne was a goddess. But an intimidating goddess at that. Only the really ambitious-or stupid- approached her, and attempted to take her on a date. She was never interested though.

Your relationship had been kept a secret from public eyes. Not for any particular reason other than the adrenaline rush of sneaking around. Only your closest friends and Daphnes sister, Astoria, knew about it.

It’s January, the air is still chill from December, casting an icy breeze down the halls. Most students shivered, but Daphne didn’t. She was leaned against the cold wall, her figure the picture of elegance. She was dressed in her own clothes since students weren’t required to wear robes over the weekends. She looked quite intelligent, but also scary. The kind of person you don’t approach because they look like they could read your mind.

She kept to herself, examining her nails, her mouth thin in displeasure. Her head snapped in the direction of footsteps and low and behold there you were. Walking alone, messenger bag on your hip, eyes focused on the floor in front of you. Your pose indicated you weren’t open to conversation. But you always walked like that.

Daphnes heart fluttered at the sight of you and a smile blossomed on her face. She quickly walked over to you, her hand quickly finding yours. You looked up, knowing immediately who it was. You smiled, grateful at the blondes appearance.

“Where are you headed?” Daphne asked genuinely curious

“The library. I need to return some books and pick up some new ones.” You answered

Daphne hummed, “Did I ever tell you about the time in second year when a book followed me around for a week. Honest to Merlin, I couldn’t figure out why. My professors thought I was misbehaving, so I got detention.”

You laughed, “It just followed you around?”

Daphne nodded, “Yeah but when it placed itself on my desk it would make a loud sound. Disturbed all the students around me. Now that I think about it, it was probably Parkinson’s idea.”

You stiffened, Daphne didn’t think anything of it.

“What for?” You asked

Daphne laughed, “I was probably standing to close to Malfoy the day before. You know how Parkinson gets when you mess with one of her ‘possessions’.”

You shook your head, “Malfoys a person.”

“I don’t think Parkinson ever saw him that way. I think she’s just always seen him as her betrothed Prince that she would end up marrying and living in a big castle with all of us as her unhappy subjects. ‘Course, Malfoy didn’t give a fuck about her until last year. He just liked all the attention she gave him. I think that’s why he still keeps her around.”

Your mouth thinned, “That’s sad, the way they both use each other.”

Daphne shrugged, “I think it’s better than one of them actually being in love.”

You stopped walking, and Daphne stopped as well, confused, “How do you know they don’t love each other?”

Daphne hesitated, “I think they love the idea of each other. What the other can give them. But if it were just them, it wouldn’t mean anything.”

You hummed in acknowledgment, “Do you think they could learn to love one another?”

“I don’t know, when you grow up the way they- we did. It’s kind of all you know. It’s uncomfortable to love someone when you aren’t familiar with it. It feels…unsafe. Parkinson and Malfoy don’t like feeling unsafe.”

Your brows furrowed in distress but Daphne cut you off before you could say anything.

“I know what you’re thinking. Yes, it was odd feeling what I feel for you at first. I didn’t like it. But I do now. I’m happier now. So I’m glad I took that risk with you.” She squeezed your hand

You squeezed back, smiling.

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True to your words, you were sitting in the library with a few transfiguration books open.

Your head snapped up when the chair across from you screeched as it dragged on the floor.

Pansy Parkinson’s eyes were mischievous, like a cat about to chase a mouse. Your mouth thinned, anxiety pooled in your stomach, as well as frustration. What did she want?

“Watchya readin their honey.” She smacked her lips together annoyingly.

“A book.” You answered dryly

Parkinson scowled, “I’m not stupid, I can see that’s a book.”

“Then maybe you can also see that I’m reading it.” You snapped back

Pansy stared at you blankly before smiling a cruel smile. “No need to be fiesty honey. I just want to have a nice conversation with you that’s all.”

She stood up and sat in the chair right next to you. You turned to face her, not trusting her to be so close and not be up to something.

“So how’s Daph doing?” She asked, but she didn’t look at all interested in what your answer would be.

“Fine.” You replied shortly

Pansy smiled a teasing smile, “Y’know Daph used to be such a laugh. She was always a mischievous one. Which was why I was so confused when she turned her back back on us, for people like you.”

She didn’t give you time to answer before continuing, “She spends a lot of time with you I’ve noticed. Do you have something she likes or…” she breaks off looking at you. She laughs suddenly, “Don’t tell me the two of you are seeing each other!”

You stiffened.

“Daphne always was unpredictable. But this! Now that’s something.” The raven headed girl stated loudly.

She moved her hand to your cheek and you flinched back, “Now, you and I are gonna come up with a nice little plan. You’re gonna break off whatever you have with Greengrass. You’re gonna tell her that she’s pathetic for thinking you could ever care for her. That you just wanted to see how far she’d go. Call her a blood supremacist or whatever. Break. Her. Heart.” Pansy said through clenched teeth, “Or, the next time we see each other, you won’t be getting away in one piece.” You froze when you felt the tip of her wand on your thigh.

She smiled cruely, “See you around, honey.”

You were shocked. Frozen in place.

That’s why, you didn’t noticed a particular Greengrass sister a couple years younger than you was nearby. And she heard, everything.

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A few weeks had gone by.

You continued to see Daphne, not sure what your plan was. Ignore Pansy, listen to Pansy, try and deceive Pansy?

Pansy Parkinson was like a parasite. Most kids younger than her were afraid of her. So if she wanted to know something, she’d know.

Every time you saw Daphne it was short and quick.

You could see the confusion laced on her face every time you walked away with pathetic excuses that she could see right through.

You had been struggling a bit in potions recently so you weren’t suprised when Professor Slughorn sent you a note with an invitation for some extra help.

You made your way to the potions room, you caught a glimpse of Daphne, talking with her younger sister Astoria. You lowered your head and kept walking. You could think about everything later.

Entering into the potions room your eyes went straight to the teachers desk and you were suprised not to see your professor.

“Slughorns out for a bit.” A frighteningly familiar voice said from the corner.

Pansy was leaning against a table, looking happy. But not a good kind of happy.

“When will he be back?” You ask when the silence becomes to much.

Pansy snorts out a laugh, “Not for hours…you didn’t really think the note was from old Professor Slughorn, did you?”

Great.

“What do you want now?” You ask annoyed that you had been decieved.

“I thought I made it very clear that you were to break off things with Daphne. But she looks almost as she was before we had our chat.”

“Maybe Daphne doesn’t care as much as you think she does.” You replied

“No. I’m right. I know I’m right. The question is, do you?”

“What?” You we’re confused

“I made you a promise last time we spoke.” Pansy studied her nails in a bored manner.

“You threatened me.”

“Pish posh.” Pansy said, “You are the fool for not listening. Now, what am I going to do with you?” She pulled out her wand from her robes.

Your wand was in your bag, but you knew the second you tried to reach for it she’d hit you. Pansy may be a bitch, but her hexes are pretty good.

“How about an apology.” A third voice said

Whirling around, you see your girlfriend standing by the door, her wand pointed straight at Parkinson.

“Daphne.” Pansy was very suprised by the blondes appearance.

“Parkinson.” Daphne sneered back.

Pansy recovered from her shocked look, to a face of annoyance.

“We were just having a little girl talk. No need to be so hostile Daph.” Pansy rolled her eyes

Daphne chuckled darkly, “Like when you threatened my girlfriend in the library two weeks ago. Was that what you consider a little girl talk?”

Parkinson stiffened and she looked at you with flaming eyes. If looks could kill.

“Don’t look at her.” Daphnes voice snapped

“How long have the two of you been seeing each other?” Parkinson asked, trying to look uninterested.

Daphne moved closer to you, “That, is none of your concern.”

“How come? We’re friends, aren’t we Daphhy?” She mocked a pout

Daphhy? If it werent for the fact that she was just plain annoying than that would make you feel the urge to punch.

“We haven’t been friends for a long time Parkinson. Especially not now.” Daphne was shaking. What fueled this, you weren’t sure.

Pansys mouth thinned.

“If I even hear a whisper that you are messing with my girlfriend I will make sure you regret it, do. you. understand?” The look on Daphnes face scared you. Even though you knew her anger wasn’t directed towards you.

“You always were a fiesty one Greengrass. A poked dragon just waiting for the chance to sink its teeth into someone. Is that what you plan to do to your little bitch here?” Pansy said

The sound of cracking was Daphnes response.

Pansy shrieked in pain, her hands going to her cover her face.

She pulled them pack and saw the blood that was coming from Pansy’s nose.

Daphne grabbed your hand, hard. “If you ever mess with her again you’ll wish all you got was a broken nose.” Daphne seethed

She pulled you from the room and dragged you, up and up multiple sets of stairs until she just stopped in a completely empty corridor.

She turned to look at you, anger still blazing in her eyes. She looked at you expectant, like a parent waiting for their child to confess their wrongdoing.

You opened your mouth, trying to think of what to say but closed it when you couldn’t think of anything.

When Daphne realized you weren’t going to say anything, she began talking, “Why didn’t you tell me? How long has Parkinson been talking to you? Has she hurt you? I swear if she touched you I’ll-“

“No.” You said out of nowhere, “No, Daph you shouldn’t have broken her nose like that-“

“Did you expect me to just step back and let her talk about you the way she did!” Daphne thundered

“I’m not saying she didn’t deserve it but now every time she sees you-“

“She’ll keep to herself, she’s not dumb enough to try me again.” Daphne countered

You went silent at that.

Daphne sighed, running a stressed hand across her face, “Why didn’t you tell me?” She whispered

“I thought it would go away.”

“You’re lying.” Daphne said

“What was I supposed to say, that Pansy Parkinson wouldn’t leave me alone?”

“Yes!” Daphne shouted, “I can keep you safe! Don’t you understand that? I can keep you safe from all of them, they’re afraid of me, they wouldn’t mess with you!”

“I don’t need you to keep me safe!” You shouted back

“Are you sure, because it’s not what it seemed like in there.” Daphne laughed with no humor.

“I would’ve figured it out!” You said

Daphne went silent, looking at you with concern.

She walked towards you and touched your cheek.

“At least tell me.” She whispered, “I don’t want you to keep big details like that, I don’t want to not know you’re hurting. Because I…I love you. Don’t you see that?” She pleaded

“I do now.” You replied, “I love you, Daphne. I didn’t want to worry you.”

Daphne smiled lightly, “You always worry me. As long as I live you will always worry me.”

And she kissed you.

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Daphne Greengrass

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Tone: ♡ Fluff ♥ Angst ❥ Suggestive Themes

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Note: I know I have 2 different people on my mood board. I just couldn't decide~

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Theodore Nott Headcanons

His favorite color is deep blue

He mainly speaks italian and english but he can also speak french because his mother was French

It brings me to an headcanon that I thought about. I headcanon his mother to be French and after her death, he tried his best to not forget her language because it’s the last thing that connect him to her.

He says his favorite class is Transfiguration, but it’s secretly Muggle Studies because he used to buy muggle things with his mom to see what they were for.

When you’re looking for him, most of the time he’s by the lake on a bench or sat by a tree.

He’s a hatstall because the Sorting hat was hesitating between Slytherin and Ravenclaw

He actually tried being in the quidditch team as a chaser or beater in fourth year, but didn’t like being bossed around by the captain so he quitted

His first crush was Hermione Granger during his third year because he admired her knowledge and how she doesn’t let herself be walked on. His favorite memory about her was how she punched Malfoy in the face

Theodore always thought girls never looked at him, but oh boy he was mistaken…it’s like he’s blind and it took him to accidentally hear his 2 of his friends, Daphne Greengrass and Pansy Parkinson, joking about how many girls wanted him and how their “son” is growing up fast. He still lightly chuckle when he think about this memory.

Not a headcanon but he hangouts with Draco, Blaise, Pansy, Daphne, Mattheo and Enzo. But among them, he prefers being with Pansy and Daphne (he will never say it out loud 💀) because he kinda like how they baby him and tell him all about girls thing. Like I can imagine him randomly being invited to their sleepovers and they put makeup on him, skin care, they gossip ect. He mostly like their inside jokes and how everyone around them is confused. He feels good knowing they’re completely comfortable with him to the point where they change in front of each other because it’s not weird and Pansy says “It’s only weird, if you make it weird”. Outside of the girls, he likes being with Blaise

Talking about his favorite girls, him and the other boys made a pact of protecting the 2 at all cost. None of the girls know about the pact, they just think that as male friends, they act like such by scaring away boys that come near them.

Most people call him Theo, but Pansy and Daphne call him Teddy

HELP I COULD LITERALLY DO A WHOLE POST ABOUT HIM, PANSY AND DAPHNE 😭

But anyways

He’ve always hated his father, Faustus Nott, mostly because he was the one who killed his mom, right in front of him with his fists

He cried after getting the dark mark

He wears rings and got an helix piercing before the seventh year after a drunk evening with Draco, Blaise, Mattheo and Enzo

He’s always making fun of Draco because he cannot run fast to save his life 😭

He’s the one of those that don’t study that often but get good grades

His favorite weather is cloudy/rainy because it finds comfort in them. He loves it the most when it’s pouring outside and he’s in the comfort of his dorm/common room reading a book.

He’s a night owl and goes to sleep at like 3am

His friends and himself are just a big happy family

Theodore is so photogenic!! He doesn’t even know it, but Pansy and Daphne always sneak pictures of him without him knowing and he looks majestic in every single one of them

He swears a lot but not too much yk?

He smokes when he’s preoccupied by something and during Voldemort’s return, he would always have a pack of cigarettes with him

Blaise and him speak in sarcasm most of the time and it’s so funny to watch 😭

I like to think he has a lot of moles/beauty marks on him, especially on his chest

He’s an observer, discreet and pay attention to his surroundings

He’s a good 6 foot 2-3 with long legs and Mattheo always fake-jump with a hand on his heart when he sees him. He calls him slender-man

He has the dead eyes with dark circles under them like he hasn’t slept in a decade

During breakfast he only takes 2 French toast with a cup of either coffee or tea, depends on his mood

His type in girls would be the quiet ones, like him. He likes them shy, maybe a bit nerdy who doesn’t talk a lot. Brunettes, maybe blondes, he doesn’t mind which house she’s in but she must get along well with his friends.

He doesn’t spend much time at his manor anymore, because he wants to avoid his father much as possible. So instead, he basically lives at the Zabini’s, his room is right across Blaise’s. Mrs Zabini loves him as if he was his own and treat him as such. What Theo loves doing is helping her around the house just to hear her say “What a wonderful boy you are!…Take him as an example Blaise!” And how his friends rolls his eyes while doing his best middle finger to Theodore. “Blaise, leave him alone!”

He loves reading, his favorite genres are philosophy because it makes him think and say the same smart sentences to his friends afterwards (especially Mattheo and Draco) even tho they don’t understand a thing he’s saying. He likes the classics, horror and romance (yes I see you coming, he reads smut). When he eventually gets a girlfriend, he does to her the romantic things he have read and say loving things the characters said.

His patronus is an eagle/hawk. No I didn’t do any research, I just can picture him with those kind of bird on his arm yk?🧍🏾‍♀️

He genuinely thought he wasn’t gonna survive the war or be put in Azkaban if he even manages to live. During his seventh year, at night, when everyone was asleep in his dorm, he would write letters to his friends and even wrote his will. He gave his clothes and his things to Blaise. 95% of his money was left for Pansy and Daphne while the rest was for charities and do not be fooled by the 5% because it’s the number still have a lot of zeros in it. He wanted Draco to have his wand, he wanted Mattheo to have his rings because he would catch him looking at them in envy and gave Enzo his owl and books. He wanted to have his portrait in each of his friends’ house so he can visit them whenever he wants.

In a modern Hogwarts, he would listen to Chase Atlantic

He plays the piano and a bit the guitar

He loves poems and write some when he has inspiration, Draco have read one of them when he saw Theo had asleep on it and was curious about what he was writing.

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Everyone has secrets

(Pansy Parkinson x fem reader)

(mostly fluff,a bit suggestive and a tiny bit of angst)

summary:

The two of you are in a secret relationship but her friends catch you making out in her dorm.

warnings:

hinting at homophobic parents

A/N:

it’s autumn, which means watching comfort movies/shows all day and spending to much time inserting yourself into the story’s so…. here we go

Her body was pressed against your own, capturing you between her and the wooden wall of the Slytherin girls dorm. Your hands being tangled in her dark hair you deepened the kiss. Her fumbling with the buttons of your shirt while sloppily traveling over your jaw and down your neck with kisses, leaving marks along the way. Your head was empty as it was falling back against the wall, desperate whimpers escaping your lips. Your shirt was falling to the ground while she looked at you with adoration “oh y/n,” she whispered and kissing you for the hundredth time biting down your on bottom lip. Pushing yourself of the wall you stumbled to her bed together, almost tripping over some books lying on the floor. Next you pushed her onto the bed while taking a seat on her lap.

“Jesus Pansy how much noise can someone make? What you doing in here-“ Matteo laughed as he walked in the room, stopping mid step glaring at the scene in front of him. “What the fuck,” mumbled Draco. “Didn’t think this was how i’d see y/n half naked for the first time.” Theo laughed while Daphne was standing mouth open and in shock in the door frame. “There is something called knocking ya know?” Pansy scolded while covering you with her blanket. “Since when?” Daphne asked ignoring pansy’s annoyed expression. “what exactly is this?!” Draco questioned while picking up your shirt and handing it back to you. “God let her get dressed, we’ll be down in a minute.” Pansy said while ushering the four out of the room. “What do we tell them?” you asked while putting your shirt back on. She leaned her forehead against yours with a sight “the truth.”

Matteo had told everyone in the common room to get lost making sure no one would be disturbing them. Pansy took your hand, stepping out the door sending you a quick nod. “Y/n and I are dating, since a couple months.” Pansy spoke calmly while almost crushing your hand. “months?!” Daphne almost yelled out of surprise. “So I really don’t have a shot with you?” Theo asked while winking at you. “Sorry to disappoint but I’m quite happy.” You laughed, throwing your arm around Pansy. “Why haven’t you told us?” Draco asked. Pansy shifted around a little uncomfortable “I- I don’t know, it’s just I was scared of your reaction. And the others can’t know! My parents would be furious, you know how they are…” “Oh sweetie, we love you regardless of who you date.” with teary eyes Daphne hugged Pansy tightly. “And we’d never tell on you man, we’re family.” Theo said while bringing him and Draco into the hug. “You’re one of us now” Matteo joked, while shoving you into the hug.

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This is my first Draco imagine, I wrote it in a way that would let the reader some free mind choices, and to suit any year they wish (well probably not the first 2😅).

There’s no disclaimer, but if you want to be picky there are some swearings.

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Friend-ship -Draco Malfoy

It was the final morning period, and the two of them were on their way to Snape's classroom after finishing the task of restocking and inventorying his storage room. Astrid was once again assisting Draco, who had received detention for the second time that week. His first detention had been with Mrs. Pomfrey, where he was tasked with taking care of the plants in the back greenhouse and organizing the area. Initially, he had insisted on doing it alone, as he didn't mind the solitary work. However, Astrid had convinced him otherwise with a few persuasive arguments. Today, he found her waiting for him in front of Snape's storage room, inventory list in hand. Draco decided not to argue this time and got to work. It took them the full two hours until lunch to complete the task.

Once they were done, she walked with him to the Potions class but waited outside as he handed Snape the inventory list. She overheard Snape's comment, "I am glad you have friends to stand up for. Don't take advantage of their kindness by letting them do your detention work." Draco remained silent, and as she heard his footsteps approaching, she instinctively took a few steps back, finding the stone wall suddenly fascinating.

As they walked to the Great Hall together, she spoke first, "Thank you, Draco."

"What are you thanking me for?" he asked.

"I know why you got detention today," she replied.

"I don't know what you are talking about," he retorted.

"No matter what people say, you are a great friend. That's why, maybe next time, just let them run their mouths. No one should get detention for defending their friend's honor in their absence. That's absurd, even from Snape. Also, I feel guilty when I know I am the reason you got detention."

"Now who's absurd? I didn't get detention for you," he replied, turning and continuing to walk.

"Hurry up, I am starving!"

Of course, when they arrived, everyone had already finished eating and was chattering. Astrid sat between Daphné and Theo. Daphné was engaged in conversation with some Hufflepuff girls, gossiping about some dramas that had been circulating around the school for some time now, with no concrete evidence.

"Say, Astrid, how's the storage room?" Theo asked, his gaze shifting to Draco sitting across from him. Blaise playfully dropped an arm around Draco's shoulder, smirking at Theo, clearly finding the situation amusing.

Since the beginning of the year, they had been trying to set Draco and Astrid up as a couple, claiming they would be a perfect match for each other. However, neither of them played along with the idea. Draco saw it as impractical, not viewing Astrid in a romantic light, and Astrid simply laughed it off, as she ‘had her eye on someone else’ she often said. In their first year, she may have had a minor crush on Draco, but it had long passed. Her friend, Olivia, had developed a crush on Draco unpractically at the same time. Astrid and Olivia had met on the train to Hogwarts during their first journey to the school. They had both helped Hermione and Neville search for Neville's escaped frog. During that search, they had their first encounter with Draco. Olivia had always been very open and verbal on her feelings. So when Astrid realized she might have a crush on Draco too, she dismissed those feelings, not only because her friendship with Olivia was more important, but also because she couldn't be sure of what she was feeling at the age of 11. As the years passed, Olivia's crush on Draco didn't wane, and she began referring to it as "love." She made no effort to hide her affection, but Draco consistently maintained that she was just a friend.

"Well, it looks better than it did two hours ago. Honestly, I believe Snape only assigns detentions as an opportunity to avoid doing the work himself. It's quite strenuous!" Astrid commented.

The boys laughed.

They ate a bit more before heading out. Just as they left, a voice called out to Astrid from behind. Pansy asked if they should wait, but Astrid declined, telling her friends to go ahead.

Pansy led the way, pulling Theo and Blaise to follow.

"Hey, Oliver. Everything alright?" Astrid inquired.

"Great," he replied. "Listen, I keep saying it, but the other day I’d you would not have help me, I don’t know what would would have happened! So I want to thank you properly. Would you spend some time with me on Saturday?"

Astrid blinked a few times, surprised. It wasn't the first time she had helped Oliver with some tasks, and he had done the same for her when needed. They knew they could rely on each other.

"I know it's a bit last minute and out of nowhere, so if..."

"It's okay," Astrid interrupted. "I don't have anything planned for Saturday, so sure."

"Really?" Oliver beamed. "That's fantastic! In that case, I'll wait for you at the clock tower at 4o'clock."

"Perfect, 4 o'clock on Saturday," Astrid confirmed with a warm smile.

"Oh, and just a heads up, wear some comfortable shoes," Oliver added before heading off.

Astrid happily agreed, saying, "Good, comfy shoes, noted."

She arrived on time for her History of Magic class. Professor Binns, as usual, was delivering lengthy lectures. Astrid enjoyed the class, unlike some of her friends, and was diligently taking notes. While she was in the middle of taking notes, a paper butterfly landed on her desk, catching Blaise's attention as well.

Opening the note, it asked, "Did Oliver came to talk to you?" She looked up to see Emma and Kelly, two Hufflepuff girls she didn't particularly like, staring at her.

In response, she gave them a big smile and crushed the note in her hand before returning her attention to Binns. Unfortunately, her action prompted a second note: "You said yes!? That's vile! You don't even like him!" She glanced at Emma and Kelly, who were now glaring at her.

Astrid shrugged in response to their disapproval, once again crushing the note.

The afternoon passed quickly, and Astrid spent some time studying in the library with Hermione, Ginny, Luna, and Cho. Despite being in different houses, they had a strong friendship.

Once their study session was over, they walked together to dinner.

"I sometimes can't believe you're in Slytherin," Blaise remarked.

"Don't be close-minded, Blaise," Astrid replied.

"He's right, Astrid," Pansy chimed in. "I love you, but I've had my doubts too."

"Blaise, get out of Pansy's body!" Astrid teased, giving her a playful nudge.

They laughed until Astrid noticed the serious expression on Draco's face. Olivia was sitting beside him, talking about something, but he clearly wasn't listening.

"Draco?" Astrid tried to get his attention.

"Draco! Hey!" She waved her hand in front of him. He frowned at her before abruptly standing up and heading out.

"Draco?" They called out together.

"Did something happen?" Astrid inquired.

"No," they answered almost in unison

"Was he like that all day?" Theo asked.

"He actually listened in Binns' class!" he exclaimed. "Took notes and all."

"On the contrary of you, Astrid." Pointed Blaise arching an eyebrow

"That's not true, I took notes!"

"Yeah, between receiving notes," he chimed in.

Everyone around them agreed, "You people need to mind your own lives."

"Well, I am worried you won't get top marks. You're the best, and without your brain, we won't get enough points to win the cup. We can't have you distracted," Olivia expressed her concern.

"The points don't count just for me, Olivia," Astrid replied, taking a sip of water.

"What did Emma write to you anyway?" Pansy inquired.

A brief silence fell, and Pansy had to repeat the question.

"She wanted to know if Oliver had talked to me."

"Ah, that girl!" Olivia responded, sounding annoyed.

"What did Oliver talk to you about, by the way?" Theo suddenly remembered their encounter after lunch.

"I think he asked me out."

"What do you mean, you think?" Pansy asked.

"Like a date?" Blaise questioned.

"Well, he wanted to do a little gesture to thank me for all those times I helped him around... I don't know if it's a date."

Olivia beamed, her smile reaching her ears, while the others seemed unusually quiet. To Astrid's surprise.

"You said yes, right? Oh, I am so happy!" Olivia exclaimed.

Besides her glee, the mood had oddly shifted to awkwardness.

"I did," Astrid answered awkwardly, mirroring the mood, very confused.

"Oh, that's so exciting! Where is he taking you?"

"I'm not sure... he just said to wear comfy shoes."

"Oh, whoa! I guess he's going to surprise you!" Olivia's enthusiasm was contagious, but for some reason, Astrid smile, but couldn't match her glee.

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[ykks]

“Would you still love me if I was a tree?” 

Harry had to stop chopping the vegetables for their stew later as Daphne suddenly blurted out that question. 

“What?” he asked, confused and trying to decide whether he heard her wrong. 

Daphne gave him a pout that would have looked cute if Harry wasn’t feeling lost. 

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[lazuli-writes]

Outtakes - 25 quotes from the Silver Quartet

summary: 25 random quotes from each member of the Silver Quartet.

genre: angst / fluff / humor

estimated word count: 1400 words

a/n: Just trying to get back into writing more. I have so much stuff for this series, but I’m struggling to refine it. Here’s a droplet fic for Slytherin’s resident four horsemen. Remember folks, copying other people’s works is plagiarism and that’s illegal. Don’t be that kind of person. Anyways, hope you all enjoy it :)

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Tracey

“Areyougoinhtoeatthat?”

“It must be the galleons talking.”

“We’re like a failed Monty Python.”

“If having half the prat-blood you have makes me less than, than I’ll happily be less than.”

“So the beast wouldn’t attack any of us, right… just asking.”

“You filthy barbarian, fish and chips are a DELICACY! What are you, AMERICAN?!”

“What would your mum do if we were to break the uncooked pasta noodles?”

“Fun fact: I don’t care.”

“There’s enough oil in Snape’s hair to satisfy the needs of English fish frying for at least a decade.”

“I’m a witch, not a prophet.”

“I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furio- not a single one of you know which film I’m quoting right now.”

“Banoffee pie was a gift from the heavens.”

“Oh please, by the time we reach your age Professor, I’m sure at least one of us will have made a name for ourselves other than being stuck in a castle teaching delinquents the refined arts of magical cooking.”

“Run Theo! Run” *cue the laughter as she watches Theo run from being disciplined by Bartholomew Greengrass.

“I want the skeletons. Oh and the jewelry please!!”

“It’s almost as if I don’t care.”

“Daph, you’re forgetting the fact that Ron and Theo share the same braincell… Wait… I forgot you don’t know what a brain cell is.”

“Mutually assured destruction. Truce?”

“What crawled up her butt and died?”

“Oui oui” “Tracey I am Italian, NOT FRENCH!” “Yeah yeah whatever.”

“That’s a lot of deathies. They would probably need multiple Potters going separate ways to possibly make an escape.”

“Ron you’d be Ginger Spice, Daphne you’d be Posh Spice, Theo is Baby Spice and of course I’d be Scary Spice-“ “why can’t I be sporty spicy” “because you can’t even say their name correctly Theo.”

“Do you think you’ll find something as perfect as they did?”

“Over the hills and a long way off…”

“Theo… I’ll be with you soon…”

Daphne

“So the first place you choose to hide is in a room with dead bodies?”

“She looks like the love child of a troll and a fairy.”

“Stupid mirror.”

“Ronald, why is our potion pink?”

“Father is gonna kill you two for going into the chamber you know…”

“You. Ate. My. Cauldron. Cakes.”

“You tell Ron anything and I WILL tell Tracey how you find her lips very interesting lately.”

“For a dirty stray, he does kind of look like Falkor.”

“You won’t look like that when you get old, right Ron?”

“So blue is out of the question. I guess the typical silver would look nice.”

“Do you think he found u-AHHHHHHH!”

“All I know is that I lay claim to any and all dresses, cloaks, shawls and the likes. Any clothes in this room is MINE.”

“A quintaped has five limbs.”

“Harpy, veela, vulture… same thing.”

“He’s more of a man than you will ever be.”

“It was Theo and Ron’s idea.”

“He had the breath of a damn merling!”

“You gave my parents the greatest gift they could have ever gotten in that moment… hope that their daughters… their family will survive this war. You gave them hope.”

“Not even death can dispute my love for you, Ronald Bilius Weasley. I would be blessed to be able to call you my love, my partner, my friend and my husband for eternity. By these vows… I declare, I do.”

“I think insanity is a social construct. We may think he’s unhinged beyond compare… but he’s definitely the hero in her world.”

“I killed a child Ron! How can you still look me in the eye and say you love me! HOW?”

“I’ve never killed a mutt before.”

“He asked to take my name. He felt that he had no right to give a name he was deemed unworthy of.”

“It is hard to play a game when you don’t know the rules.”

“Say hello to mother and father for me sis. I’m gonna miss you… so much.”

Theodore

“Why do you look like that?”

“Sectersuper?” “Sectum—sempra” “shut up Weasley.”

“Auntie!! Daphne and Tracey are breaking the pasta noodles!”

“You have troll breath.”

“You didn’t have to do that. You’re not bad Weasley. Not bad at all.”

“I would have called him a filthy spawn of inbreeding but then… that would have also… applied… to-“ “SHUT UP THEO!” “What, it’s the truth Daph!”

“Oh yes, because the lion is the most amazing creature in the world. *eye roll* When a lion talks and starts killing witches and wizards, talk to me then Weasel.”

“I didn’t mean for Malfoy to call you Weasel. Accident, truly it was!”

“Why are you always staring at Ron?”

“Why would he think he even had a chance with Trace?! He looks like the love child of a hag and a house elf.”

“I’m telling you my dear cousin, that Malfoy has been staring at Ronald’s bottom almost as much as he was staring at yours.”

“I’m gonna be a rich man!!” “You already are a rich man Theo.” “Then I’m gonna be an even richer man!! I call dibs on all weapons!!”

“I don’t know why!! I was too busy saving your sister to think ‘oh how much money is this worth’.”

“It’s not my fault you failed to save mother.”

“God save the witches and wizards.”

“I’m not staring at Tracey you imbecile!”

“You cannot be both annoying and lacking magical prowess. Please pick one failure to endure.”

“If you must know, banoffee pie is actually scrumptious. If you are going to advertise your lack of taste, please do so away from my presence.”

“Why do we have to go back to Ron’s old bat of an aunt? She’s so mean.”

“If you wanna be my friend… you gotta get with my… other friends.” “Horrible rendition sporty spicy.” “Shut up Ron!!”

“I wanna live in a small cottage when I choose to settle down. I want a place surrounded and engulfed by all of my favorite plants.”

“Still got troll breath I see.”

“I wish I could see what is it you see every time you look at me Trace.”

“I love her. So damn much.”

“DON’T YOU TOUCH HER!!!”

Ronald

“Do you have an eye problem?”

“Theo has a bag of bezoars for a brain.”

“Daphne will kill us if she knows what we’re doing and Tracey will laugh at us if we get hurt. I already know.”

“Stupid mirror.”

“You hear that Tracey, us peasants mustn’t talk anymore.”

“Do you think Snape has a pet under that robe? He always smells.”

“Potter, Granger and Longbottom seem to have this obsession with all things ‘not their business’ that it’s actually quite funny at times.”

“Me and you remember Valentine’s Day very differently.”

“Bill and Charlie ran away the first chance they got. Percy has a superiority complex, Fred is sadistic. George just thinks Fred’s farts smell amazing, and Ginny has this weird habit of hero worshipping people who aren’t heroes.”

“Theo… could you think of anything else other than… her.” “Shove off and stay out of my head Ron.”

“Bloody bint… that thing is worse than Snape…” “Ron that was a quintaped.” “An ugly one at that!”

“Some of my family has this… belief that I’ve been ingenuous about my character. When really, they just don’t seem to understand me all that much.”

“I.. don’t know… I can’t find the words to tell you how I’m feeling Daph.”

“Muggles do have the big boom booms. What are they called again? Nookies?” “Nukes Ron.” “Oh.”

“How do you think she’ll kill us for leaving? Do you think she’ll really castrate me?”

“You want to… marry me? Why?”

“Auntie, if you turn me away now, I’m literally gonna slap you with my hand.” *proceeds to wave his amputated arm, much to the silent horror of Muriel Prewett*

“There will never be a second in this lifetime or the next, that I will ever stop loving you Daphne. You bless me with the honor of being able to call you mine and I yours. By these vows I declare, I do.”

“Still sour about the Manor Lady Lestrange? If it’s any consolation, your husband’s wand works wonderfully.”

“I mean I could… but why would I want to do that Daph?”

“All I ever wanted was to be a real Weasley, dad. And I fucked that up the moment that hat screamed Slytherin.”

“And now we are both here. Rotting in Azkaban. Yet only one of us has any chance of leaving.”

“You what?” “I gave birth Ron.” “. . .You were pregnant?”

“This is your grandma and grandpa. That’s your aunties Tracey and Tori, and your funny uncle Theo.”

“Daphne did you hear!! Albus is a Slytherin HAHAHAHAHAH I can’t wait to shove that in Ginny and Harry’s face.”

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[loverssfevers]

hai i just added a form in my masterlist that lets u join my taglist for any upcoming fics i might post <3

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[louvemione]

illicit affairs — d. malfoy (y/n's pov)

synopsis : draco malfoy and astoria greengrass are destined to be together, so why does malfoy end up in someone else's arms all the time? specifically, in your arms.

warning/s : angst, fluff if you squint, a bit 🤏 suggestive, swear words here and there, no voldy au 🙅‍♀️, written in first person, not really cheating bc draco n astoria are not dating, pretend that there's only a 1 year age gap between Astoria & Draco

author's note : illicit affairs by taylor swift! i will most definitely write a part two of this 😎

make sure nobody sees you leave

hood over your head, keep your eyes down

third year

Draco Malfoy and Astoria Greengrass. a perfect pair, really. they're destined to end up in each other's arms by the time they finish Hogwarts, they're destined to spend the rest of their lives together and no one was to get in between them.

not even me

I stared at the top of my four-poster bed, nights like this always had me wondering, why am I doing this? why did I even get into this relationship, if you can call it one, that was bound to end within the next few years? why am I risking everything for someone who would end up in someone else's arms? why am I making promises with someone who will fulfill those with someone else?

my head always spiraled with a list of why's. why am I doing this to myself?

the only time I'd stop is when he finally knocks on the door and I'll quietly slip out of my blankets, making sure not to wake my roommates up, slip on my robes and take his hand to spend the rest of the night giggling and trying not to get caught by Filch or Mrs. Norris.

and the cycle repeats itself the following day.

tell your friends you're out for a run

you'll be flushed when you return

fourth year

"wait! I don't know how to.." Harry stopped mid-sentence, too embarrassed to do so. I snickered as I lead him to the dance floor where the other champions along with their partners stood, "you'll be fine, just follow my lead"

I had fun dancing and laughing with Harry Potter, so much fun that I had nearly forgotten about the fact that Draco and Astoria came to the ball as each other's date.

if Draco and Astoria weren't dancing so close to us, I might've completely forgotten about it.

"you look gorgeous" Draco whispers the words that were meant for Astoria, only for her to hear.

I ended up spending most of my time at the yule ball with Harry and his friends as I tried to avoid Draco and Astoria at all costs.

but my attempts of avoiding him was soon washed down the drain because a graze of Draco's hand against my waist was all it took for me to excuse myself, "hey, uh, I had so much fun with you guys but I'll just go get some air. it's getting kind of cramped here"

when we returned, even if I was back with the trio who was by the way asking why I looked flushed, I see the smirks Pansy and Daphne sent in my direction when they saw Draco's flushed cheeks and lipstick stain on his lips.

take the road less traveled by

tell yourself you can always stop

lie. everyone knew it's a lie when we said, "we can stop this anytime we want"

because if we can, he wouldn't be in my dormitory, crying and begging for me to stay. him and I wouldn't be waking up longing for each other's embrace.

because no matter how many times we say it, the truth is we don't want to stop.

that's why we didn't do anything to stop.

what started in beautiful rooms

Draco and I met in our first year, during the sorting ceremony. him and I were both put in Slytherin along some newly met friends.

our little set up started during our third year, by that time I was already knowledgeable of his family's arrangement with the Greengrasses. yet, him and I carried on with this.

ends with meetings in parking lots

and that lead us here.

in front of my dormitory, where he would come and fetch me for our daily late night rebellion.

and that's the thing about illicit affairs

and clandestine meetings and longing stares

illicit. is this considered as an illicit affair?

yeah, probably. he's bound to marry someone else but he's here with me, in the restricted section of the library where we'd cost at least a hundred points off of our house if we get caught.

"i love you" Draco whispered against my nape, arms wrapping around my body to pull me into a back hug as he pressed my back against his chest.

I turned around, leaving the dusty potions book I was holding on the table beside us, "i love you too" I whispered back, our lips inches away before he finally closed the gap.

yes, I consider this an illicit affair. because if it isn't, why would I catch Draco's longing stares whenever his father requested for him to spend more time with his future wife?

it's born from just one single glance

I glanced at Draco just in time for our eyes to meet as I walked past him and Astoria.

that alone was all Draco needed for him to excuse himself from his seemingly clueless future wife.

but it dies, and it dies, and it dies

sixth year

"let's stop"

"you're drunk" Draco carries me to his bed

"I'm serious. let's stop. you're getting married after next school year so why should we carry on with this?"

an uncomfortable silence surrounds the room and my tears were already falling before I could even stop them, "I'm tired, Draco. It's unfair to all of us, we can't keep making promises knowing we won't fulfill them. I should've done this a long time ago. and in fact, we never should have gotten together—"

"so you're regretting it? everything we did together? you wish it never happened?

"yes"

a million little times

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[myadmiringmind]

Flickering Lights of Music | Daphne Greengrass

Daphne Greengrass Masterlist

Pairing(s): Daphne x fem!gf!reader

Warnings: mentions of past abuse (from Daphs parents), swearing, food

Summary: Daphne and Reader spent a winter evening celebrating with readers family until they’re worn out. But reader begs Daphne for one more thing before they leave.

Notes:

Readers family are magical

Established Relationship

Both reader and Daphne are in their early 20s

|PICTURES DO NOT BELONG TO ME|

—————————————

Is it odd to be jealous of a cat?

Maybe, but you’re sure you aren’t the first.

Atticus, an unknown breed of cat that had followed Daphne back to Hogwarts after a Hogsmeade trip in her fifth year. He was a sweet cat if he wanted to be. But normally he didn’t want anything to do with anyone except Daphne.

Which made it difficult when you had to take him for holiday breaks.

Daphne and Astorias parents were quite strict. They would’ve noticed Atticus the second Daphne had stepped into their home.

Which Daphne always laughed about because they only ‘gave a damn’ if their daughters did something wrong. Every other time they were treated like ornaments.

So, you had tasked yourself with taking care of her darling cat every break. Not that the cat was ever willing.

It was one of the many sighs of relief when you graduated from Hogwarts.

After a couple years you and Daphne moved in together. You were ecstatic about moving in with Daphne, but there were certainly some unexpectant challenges when it came to Atticus.

Like right now. You had gotten up to use the bathroom and the cat took your rightful place next Daphne. Curled up next to her like you once were.

You groaned in frustration. You were tired and didn’t want to have to deal with a needy cat.

You remind yourself that it’s your bed. Atticus has one of his own in Daphne's room. You shouldn’t feel bad, the cat gets to snuggle with Daphne almost as much as he wants. Yet, you do as you stride over to the bed with purpose.

You grab the cat gently but firmly so he doesn’t fall from your grip, and march over to Daphne's bedroom. The moment you picked him up he was making loud sounds of complaint. You tried to ignore it as you made down the familiar path towards Daphne's bedroom. You gently plopped the cat on his bed and cracked Daphne's bedroom door. Atticus would be able to get the door open and come running back to your room if he wished. You would just be back in bed before he got there.

When you plopped down on your bed and cozied yourself under the covers, you let out a sigh of victory.

“I could’ve sworn you were furrier.” Daphne hummed, in a sleep laced voice

“Yeah, whatever.” You muttered, snuggling closer to her.

She draped her arm over your waist lazily and peaked at you through hooded eyes, “If you’re jealous of my cat, you’re more than welcome to get your own.” She had a teasing smile on her face.

You murmured out something indecipherable as the warmth of your bed had already pulled you halfway into the depths of slumber.

———————————

Your home was filled with winter tunes. The noise came from your record player, which you insisted on playing despite Daphne's ignorance to the works of a record player.

Tonight, you were to dine with your family. Astoria and Daphne were also to attend.

Since neither girls were in contact with their parents, you opted to have both at your home.

While Astoria was ecstatic at being surrounded by your family, Daphne was less so. She was grateful for your offer, truly she was. But she enjoyed the solitude of your shared home much more.

That’s why, every year, you and Daphne have agreed that she will travel to your home before dinner, and stay for dessert, before the two of you re-enter the comfort of your home.

Daphne only really did it for you and Astoria.

The blonde had practically raised her younger sister herself, and since the brunette was the younger of the materialistic parents' children, she rarely ever was in conversation with her parents.

Daphne was the elder of the two. The crown jewel of the Greengrass name. Her reputation was everything to her parents.

She followed her parents orders to her own expense, only ever finding love and warmth from her younger sister, whom she taught love and kindness herself. Daphne always shielded Astoria as much as she could from her parents' cold souls. She made sure she followed her parents strict orders, only ever acting out in private, tutoring her when her grades were slipping below perfection, schooling her how to be a pretty picture with expert mannerisms without being the center of attention.

Daphne always knew that no matter how hard she tried Astoria had struggled from her parents neglectance and the strict rule of showing only false emotions, and mannerisms.

So, she tried to be better now, where they could no longer be reached by their parents' grasps.

Astoria had always adored and loved Daphne more than anyone. And when Daphne learned to love you, Astoria wasn’t long behind, coming to love you as a close friend and a person of guidance.

You were meant to leave your home soon. Picking and prodding at your attire so that you looked as you wished.

You could hear Daphne's footsteps from outside your bedroom before you could see her. Making eye-contact with her through your mirror (which was littered with many moving pictures of the two of you).

You turn, “How do I look?” You asked

One of the pros of being in a relationship with Daphne, is that she doesn’t beat around the bush. However, this could also turn into a con at times.

Her eyes raked over your frame, her eyes held admiration as she calculated her thoughts.

“You shouldn’t wear those shoes, they’re cheap and uncomfortable. I doubt any charm you used would be able to soften them. Wear the black ones I bought you, they’ll match your outfit brilliantly.” Daphne said

You nodded, she had a point, these shoes were wildly uncomfortable, but you liked the look of them.

You’d save them for a date night, you tell yourself.

Slipping on the shoes Daphne had gifted you not too long ago, your feet instantly felt much better.

“What time should I arrive?” Daphne quested, a few arrivals of clothing and jewelry floating behind her.

“Same time as last year, and the year before that.” You smiled

Daphne nodded, her expression stoic, as usual. Daphne was notorious for having a resting bitch face, your friends had once told you.

“What shall I wear?” Daphne asked thoughtfully, using her wand to move the floating possessions in front of you.

You examined the options before picking out the pieces you liked best.

Daphne nodded, she tapped her wand once and the attire was gone.

“Don’t miss me too much.” You joked, walking over to her for a goodbye kiss.

Daphne smiled softly, and allowed you to place a kiss on her cheek. She turned her head waiting expectantly for another kiss.

You kissed her lips, immediately wishing you weren’t to see your family soon. You would’ve preferred if you could spend all night kissing the blonde. Unfortunately, that wasn’t an option.

Daphne may hate social gatherings, but she hated not being punctual more. She believed that if you said you were going to be somewhere then you should be there.

“Don’t be long.” You begged breathlessly.

You stepped back, Daphne giving you a wink before you apparated to your parents home.

—————————————

You were always pleasantly surprised at the familiar scent of your childhood home.

The entirety of your past home was filled with family and friends, drinking, laughing, talking, and of course gossiping.

You’d had your fair share of family members come up to you to comment on ‘how you’ve grown’ or ‘how you look so beautiful’.

You tried to stay clear of the attendants you weren’t close with. Choosing to stick around those you were more fond of.

“So, how’s that girlfriend of yours?” Your grandma asked, patting your thigh affectionately.

As she’s aged she seems to forget more and more.

Your occupation, relationships, and recent travelings were always the topics.

“Daphne's good.” You said

“And what is she doing now?” You grandmother asked

“She’s a court scribe for the ministry.” You answered

Your grandmother nodded, but she doubted she heard you or even processed what you said.

You excuse yourself politely, making your way to the front door.

One tick, two ticks, three ticks…

A polite knock on the door.

You pulled it open, smiling brightly at the sight of your beautiful girlfriend dressed in the outfit you chose.

You said your greetings and then pulled her towards your parents.

“Oh, Daphne, how lovely to see you.” Your mother beamed at her.

“How’s work going?” Your father asked

Neither of your parents made a move to hug Daphne. They had learned throughout the years the two of you had been together that Daphne was not a hugging kind of person.

Daphne answered your parents' questions politely, only stopping when Astoria bounded over to the two of you.

“Daph, you’re here!” Astoria gave Daphne a one-armed hug

Your parents excused themselves politely, knowing this conversation was more wanted between the three of you.

“Yes, I am.” Daphne said quietly in a regretful tone.

Over the course of conversation Daphne wrapped her arm around you subconsciously.

“Rumor has it that you’re seeing someone.” You added

Astoria blushed.

Daphne looked quite shocked, “What?”

“It’s nothing serious.” Astoria reassured her sister, “At least, not right now.” She added quietly

“Since when were you seeing anyone?” Daphne asked

“Relax, Daph.” You whispered

Daphne sent you an incredulous look before turning to her sister expectantly.

“I think you’ll like him.” Astoria said, smiling, “Both of you.”

“Does that mean we can meet him?” You asked

“Not yet. But, soon.” Astoria promised

You elbowed Daphne.

Daphne sighed, “I’m happy for you. Truly, I am.”

Astoria grinned, “I know, Daph.”

Astoria excused herself to go help your mother.

“I think it’s nice.” You commented

“We’ll see.” Said Daphne.

——————————————

The two of you were to leave soon.

Dinner and dessert had been served and it had all been graciously enjoyed.

When games began you pulled Daphne out to sit outside.

“I’ll be right back!” You added, before rushing back into the house.

When you walked back outside, Daphne was sitting in the gazebo in your yard, she seemed to be examining the lights you had hung around it earlier that season.

Her head turned when she heard your footsteps.

She quickly noticed the thing in your hands and raised a brow.

“I was hoping..” you began, nervously, “You’d play for me.”

You handed her the Violin.

“Did you buy this ‘specially for me?” Daphne jokes

“It’s custom made. It’s..your present.” You said

Daphne looked up at you in surprise.

She looked down at the case that held her instrument, and opened it slowly.

The Violin was gorgeous. It matched Daphne's complete persona.

Daphne looked over it, delicately running her fingers along it.

“It’s..so lovely.” Daphne whispered, “Thank you.” She said even quieter.

She pulled the Violin out and placed the case delicately on the space beside her.

“Any song in particular?” She asked

Your heart sped up, “No.” you answered

Daphne stood, positioning the Violin so that she could play.

When Daphne had told you she could play, she mentioned she always played standing up.

You had never physically seen Daphne play, only heard it.

When Daphne hit the first string, you breath caught.

You’d heard both muggle and wizard music in your life. Both were unique and beautiful in their own ways.

Daphne put them both to shame in a matter of seconds.

The blondes eyes were closed as she let her muscle memory do all the work. You didn’t recognize the sound from her violin to be familiar.

Though, none of it mattered as the violins music became more frequent and the lights on the gazebo began to perform to the beat of Daphne's music.

The lights flickered, dimmed, and brightened as Daphne played.

You felt like you were in an alternate universe, being lulled to sleep by an angel.

You were positive that this tune would guide you for the rest of the week. As not only the sound soothed you but the picturesque scene of your breath-taking love.

#harry potter #harry potter universe #harry potter fluff #lightning era #daphne greengrass fluff #daphne greengrass x reader #daphne greengrass #slytherin

[avalynlestrange]

Foolish One

Theodore Nott x reader, Draco Malfoy x reader (Draco Malfoy x Pansy Parkinson in the background)

Reader: she/her pronouns, half-blood or muggleborn, no house mentioned, really loves sweets, desserts and kittens

Warnings: Toxic situationship, cheating, mentions of death, mentions of drinking

Category: Angst, unrequited love, best friends to lovers?, no use of y/n, short story, one-shot, songfic

Summary: In which you know you’re being foolish in liking Draco but will you finally learn your lesson? Theodore certainly hopes you do.

“Listen.” Theodore puts the book he was reading down to look at you and say, “Your cards are on the table, his are in his hands. Maybe you need to distance yourself. You’re just going to get hurt.” You ignore Theo and continue to think aloud, “Chances are, tonight, he’s already got plans.”

Author’s Note: This is my first ever fiction for a long time. Please be kind. English is not my first language and I’ve tried to proofread as best as I can.

Word Count: 6k

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It was nearly the weekend. You had left Draco a note earlier this week in your usual secret spot to send each other messages but alas you had received no reply. Here you are on a Friday night, on the floor of an empty corridor, staring at a blank stone wall.

“Maybe he just hasn’t checked it yet.”

“Or he’s ignored it.” Your best friend, Theodore, replies.

“Maybe he hasn’t had time to read it alone.”

Theodore sighs, “This isn’t the first time he hasn’t responded to one of your little love notes.”

You toss a pebble your finger found across the hallway, and say, “It’s not his fault that his parents wouldn’t approve of me. He has to keep us a secret even to his circle.”

“Listen.” Theodore puts the book he was reading down to look at you and say, “Your cards are on the table, his are in his hands. Maybe you need to distance yourself. You’re just going to get hurt.”

You ignore Theo and continue to think aloud, “Chances are, tonight, he’s already got plans.”

You shuffle and lie down on his lap while he carries on trying to read his book. You turn your head to look along the corridor. No sign of Draco coming to find you.

“He’s probably at a party. Wasn’t there a friendly game of quidditch with Ravenclaw earlier Teddy?”

“I don’t know.”

“He must be at an after-party or some sort. Do you know if the Slytherins are throwing a party this evening?” You ask, gently moving Theo’s book away from his face.

“I don’t know.”

“You must do. You’re friends, aren’t you?”

“I don’t know.” His tone now has a hint of annoyance, lifting his book up once more.

“Okay then.” You huff. You decide to pick up your book. It wasn’t a rare activity, you and Theo reading together. Not always in the corridor. Often times in your dorm rooms. Often times in the common room. You were fond of each other’s company. It was something you’ve always done since you were children. Mr. Nott used to leave Theo at yours ever since Theo’s mother passed away. Your mother was a governess, and your family had a history of serving the Nott family.

It continued during your acceptance to Hogwarts. You both liked being one of the earliest students for breakfast to have a chance to read and eat and finding a spot in the library devoid of the sound of scribbling quills. The two of you sometimes even stay during the winter holidays as it was a lot more peaceful and merry than being at home.

You read in silence for a chapter and began talking again where you left off.

“Chances are he is at a party, and you know he hates it when I show up. Says it distracts him.”

Theodore groans.

And chances are you will talk yourself to sleep again.

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It was the next morning and there you were in the great hall. Preparing tea for Theo and yourself. Theo instinctively passes you the sugar bowl. 

“What are your plans for today then?” He asks as he pours a splash of milk into your cup.

“I’m not sure yet. We do have that essay due for History of Magic on Tuesday.” You say as you hear a group of people joining your table.

“Morning Nott.” Draco says as he sits down opposite you. He greets you a good morning by nodding your way.

“Good morning, Draco.” Your eyes quickly flicker up and down from him to your breakfast trying not to look Draco in the eyes. You could never look at the silver pair for too long and not blush, so you best kept your glancing to a minimum when you’re in a group setting. You find it difficult as you are sat directly opposite him.

Draco gestures to the sugar bowl next to your teacup and asks you, “Pass me the sugar.”

You feel your cheeks getting hot as his hands brushes against yours as you hand him his requested item. It’s little moments like this that make you forget when he fails to seek you out that week. You are reminded of his little nickname of ‘sweet thing’ for you during secret rendezvous in vacant classrooms.

Throughout breakfast, Draco chats normally to his crowd. Occasionally you see him with his eyes on you and you lock gazes for no longer than two seconds before looking away. His leg touches yours now and then.

He gives you just enough attention like this in public to keep your hopes too high. What’s more, is that you get these wishful thoughts that these moments could be longer and known by everyone. But wishful thoughts forget to mention when something's really not right and you will block out these voices of reason in your head.

And the voices say, ‘You are not the exception. You will never learn your lesson.’

You shake your head, physically shaking these voices out of your head.

“You okay?” Theodore asks.

You assure him and yourself that you are, with a weak smile.

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Later that day you briskly walk towards the loose stone that is your ‘Draco mailbox’ and pry it off, but like the day before: still nothing.

You hear a voice in your head telling you, ‘Foolish one. Stop checkin' your mailbox for confessions of love that ain't never gonna come. This will not end well. You will take the long way down.’

He knows how to keep you waiting. He did mention something about a group hang earlier during breakfast. Nevertheless, you know better than to show up when you weren’t directly invited. That happened one time during Summer last year when his group decided to celebrate finishing their O.W.L.s, and later that day Draco raised his voice at you in a broom closet for showing up uninvited claiming that the group might see it as suspicious. He, of course, apologised for shouting when he saw tears in your eyes, but you never got a single letter from him during the two-month break.

Yes, it’s best if you just waited for him to answer with a time and date. You sigh and walk to the library. You politely ask Madam Pince for a quill, ink, and parchment. She clicked her tongue at your lack of equipment but let you off this time since you are a prefect, and this was the first time you came to the library unprepared. With your head down you walk over to find the textbook you needed and sit at the nearest empty table.

You hear the stool next to you move and see a smiling Theodore.

“This seat taken?”

You shake your head, and he sits down. You continue to flip the book to a relevant page but don’t see that Theo was scanning your demeanour. His eyebrows furrowed. ‘This could only mean one thing’, he thought to himself. 

As if you could sense Theodore’s next question, you turn to him with a smile pasted on your face, “I am fine Teddy! Stop looking at me like that!”

You feign a giggle. You know how to act like you’re fine. You change the conversation and the afternoon felt lighter. Whispered jokes and snickers were exchanged for hours between you and the boy with the chestnut hair. It was always like that with Theo. He always knew how to brighten up your day. 

“Well thank you, Teddy. Now it’s nearly curfew and I’ve only written less than half a parchment.”

“Hey! You’re the one distracting yourself. I’ve written at least one piece.” You roll your eyes, grinning at Theodore tickling your nose with his quill. That’s when you see the scene. Draco walked past hand in hand with a red-faced Pansy Parkinson. Your eyes meet with Draco, and he quickens his pace out of your vision.

“That worthless pile of erumpent dung!” Theo curses. He knew this whole thing between you and Draco was wrong in the first place, but he never voiced his opinion so as to not come across as jealous. Merlin knows how Theo was, and is, very green and is slowly rotting on the inside.

But he loves seeing you beam when you talk about your dates, that he tunes out the details of your escapades and absorbs the beautiful shade of pink flush on your cheeks and glimmer in your eyes. At this moment in time, however, his heart aches at the sight of the scarlet pout of your lips and your eyes welling up. “I thought you two were on the same page of exclusively dating!”

“We… never actually agreed on anything like that. I… I don’t know what to call this situation.” You quickly roll your homework and inhale deeply to keep the tears at bay. There must be an explanation for the sight you had just witnessed.

‘But I know I can’t call you mine. So, I will grit my teeth and I will do my best to seem bulletproof.’ At the thought, another inhale, you suggest, “How about a butterbeer break?”

And Theodore can’t say no to that.

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That evening you couldn’t help but walk along the hallway you know like the back of your hand.  By instinct, you stop at the stone and spot that it was a little ajar.

‘Meet me at the boathouse at Midnight. - D’

There it was. You feel an emotion somewhere between merry and misery. You settle for nauseous and blame it on the six butterbeers you consumed earlier at the Three Broomsticks with Theo. You decide to start walking there now. A few hours of fresh air could be good. Yes. A breath of crisp autumn air is what you need to expel this uneasiness in your chest.

“You’re early.” You hear when you reached the doorway of the boathouse. Draco sat at the edge of the ledge, his bare feet in the water.

“I could say the same thing to you.” A little bitterness in your pitch.

He pats the space adjacent to him and you sit cross-legged. The air is cold and the rippling waters in front of you hypnotise your heartbeat to calm down.

You both start to say something, then cut each other off to ask the other to continue.

“It’s not what you think.” Draco pauses. “What you saw earlier in the library. Pansy threatened to tell my father about the secret girl I was seeing and that I was to take her to Hogsmeade and buy her all the sweets she wants from Zonko’s.”

He reaches for his robes.

“Here. I got this for you.” He passes you a bag wrapped with a ribbon. “Sweet things for my sweet thing.”

You thank him as you accept his gift. You start munching on the sweets and offer him some.

“Does she know it’s me?” Your voice is a little too wishful than you hoped it would come out.

“No! Thank Merlin! My father will have my head if he hears I’m not seeing a pureblood.”

It hurts a little when you hear him explain time and again why you have to be a secret. But it doesn't bother you as much 'cause when your head is on his shoulder, it starts thinkin' he'll come around. And maybe, someday, when you’re older, this is something you'll laugh about, over coffee every mornin' while he’s reading the news.

You and Draco stay in the boathouse, telling each other what you were up to during the holidays, aiming candy at each other’s mouths, holding hands, and giving the other soft kisses in the light of the moon until it’s a little too cold and too late to continue.

“When can I see you next?” You ask.

He lets go of your hand as you reach the entryway.

“I’ll let you know.”

You nod and walk to your dorm. You were sure that you were going to see Draco again in hushed hours like this one.

But then the voices say, ‘You are not the exception. You will never learn your lesson'

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Throughout the week, you were too preoccupied with checking for a note from Draco and stealing glances here and there that you fail to notice that your duo had become a trio. Daphne Greengrass had been hanging around you and Theo recently and you only are aware of her presence at this moment when your usual quiet bookworm is talking during breakfast, but not to you.

“It’s the first match of the season later. Would you like to watch the Quidditch in the afternoon with me?” Daphne suggests, her hand reaching for Theo’s arm.

“Sure.” The boy replies.

“Who are you and what have you done to my Teddy?” You laugh, “We have never watched a single game!”

It was true. Even if Draco was on the Slytherin team and invited you to watch once, since most of the school attends it anyways, you refused given that you and Theo had a tradition of having a picnic and playing Scrabble by the Black Lake. You two were never interested in sports.

“You’re more than welcome to join us.” Daphne proposed. You realise her hand was still on Theo’s arm and this somewhat makes you frown.

“Theo and I already have plans.” You stated, now reaching for his other arm, “Don’t we Teddy?”

“We can do that tomorrow instead. I am quite curious as to what all the fuss is about, aren’t you?”

“But we have never cancelled our… plans before. Even that one time you had a cold, you insisted we hang out. It’s our tradition.”

“I don’t mean to impose. If you’re busy Theo, we can hang out at Hogsmeade in the evening instead.” She says, her hand still lingering on Theo’s arm, so you have an urge not to move yours either.

“We can do both.” He accepts and his head turns to you, “Are you coming with us?”

You don’t know what to say. A swirl of emotions runs through your veins.

“No.” And with that, you stomp off to your dorm.

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You saw Theo less and less that week and you start to spend more time with your dorm mates. You start to miss him. He wasn’t as early to breakfast every day and when he was, Daphne and other Slytherins came in with him. Your study meetings turned into group hangs but you didn’t mind it as much you said to yourself since Draco was part of that group.

However, your eyes were not gazing upon the blond boy but at the chestnut hair boy with his newfound friend.

Why didn’t you like Daphne with Theodore?

You made an effort to look away when you see him smiling at her. You felt your teeth clench whenever Daphne playfully slapped Theo’s arm when she was laughing at something he said. Your hands were in fists when she linked her arm with his when you all walked from class to class.

You don’t understand what you are feeling. You can’t be jealous about your best friend being interested in other girls. You decide you were just feeling a little replaced. That was it, and nothing more. Right?

But what really blew your top was what you were hearing now.

“Yeah, we can go watch the quidditch game tomorrow.”

“Again?” You exclaim but then remembered you were in the library and carry on with a whisper, “You’ve cancelled on me the last game!”

“Oh yeah” Theo replies as if he didn’t remember. When in all honesty, he never did forget. He was trying to distance himself away from you to lessen the aching of his heart.

“Teddy you can’t do this to me.”

“How about I make it up to you by taking you to the last Hogsmeade trip and buying you all the sweets you want so you can stock up for the winter break.” He smiles and when you smile back, he forgets about his vow to himself to spend less time with you.

You hesitate to say yes. You really want to be with him by the lake.

“And I’ll even let you drag me around to window shop to all the places you want me to.”

And you can’t say no to that.

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Amidst all the happenings, you had forgotten to check your mailbox. You see a scrap of paper telling you to meet at the boathouse once again at midnight and this time you choose to be punctual. You dress up a little to make up for the fact that you might have already missed the actual date the note was meant for.

You are already on the steps going down to your meeting place when the clock chimes 12 o’clock. A chill runs through your body as you were not wearing your winter jacket but a cute, albeit thin, jumper. You were walking with a skip in your step when you hear her.

“Draco, what about your secret girl?”

“She means nothing to me. It’s not like we were going to get serious.”

You halt just before the entryway.

“But weren’t you dating her since last year?”

“Dating is a strong word. Now shut up so I can kiss those lips.”

So you run. As fast as your feet can take you and go into the nearest empty room.

Now you’re slidin' down the wall with your head in your hands sayin', "How could I not see the signs?"

He hadn't written you or called all summer and the voices in your head are tellin' you why,

‘He’s got her on his arm and you in the wings. You’ll get his longing glances, but she'll get his ring. And he will say he had the best of intentions.’

And maybe now you will finally learn your lesson.

The air feels thick that you can’t breathe and your vision blurs with the waterworks flowing out of your tear ducts.

Draco was right. You were never going to get serious. You knew this deep down and felt it in your heart every time you were with him, but the truth hurts when the reality of it all is said aloud.

When you finally get to your room at 3am. You don’t bother to change and sleep your troubles away.

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You skipped lessons that day. You hadn’t meant to, but you woke up past noon and there were only two lessons left that you resolved to miss those too and went back to sleep. You weren’t ready to face people yet.

A pounding in your head awakens you and makes you sit up and reach for your water bottle by your bedside table but see a plate of pastries covered in cling film and a note stuck on top.

‘I didn’t see you at breakfast. I asked your dorm mate to send this to you. – Teddy’

That was sweet of him. Theo never fails to be there when it counted. You notice more items on your bedside table. You see a thermos flask, a book, a wrapped-up sandwich, a couple of more notes, and a red concoction in a small vial that was labelled ‘pepperup potion’.

‘I didn’t see you in class, so I asked Alison to drop this off to you. She said you didn’t look too well. I’ll see you at lunch? – Teddy’

‘I didn’t see you at lunch. Alison said your eyes looked puffy. Do you have a cold? If so I asked her to bring you some supplies. Make sure to take it. I’ll see you after class? – Teddy’

‘I don’t know why I thought I’d see you in any of the afternoon lessons today. How silly of me. I need to sort out a few things and I’ll see you before dinner. – Teddy’

You giggle at how much effort your best friend had gone towards to ensure you are okay. The clock above the doorway says 5 o’clock. Only an hour after classes and Teddy will probably expect you around 5:45pm so you can lounge about the courtyard before dinner time.

However, you felt famished, so you open the selection of breakfast pastries. Theo had picked out all your favourites. He’s always thoughtful like that. One time, you had mentioned your favourite book series with him and within the week he read all of them and bought you both the newly released novel by the same author so you can read it together.

Another time when you used to have recurring nightmares when you were little, you’d go to Theo and he’d read you passages from fairytales until you fell asleep. When you broke your foot during the second year, he insisted that he carried all your books to and from classes even though a simple levitation charm would do, and walk in front of you so no one barges you causing you to trip.

You really don’t know what you’d do without Theodore in your life.

You hear a knock on the door.

“Alison you can come in. You don’t need to knock.”

The door creaks open.

“I’m not Alison.” Theodore peeps in, his eyes on the ceiling. “Can I come in?”

“Of course. Thank you for your care package.” You move to make room for him on your bed.

“Of course. Couldn’t have you starve yourself.” He looks to your bedside table and states, “You didn’t drink the potion I made for you. It’s supposed to clear up your cold.”

He stood there by the end of your bed, his hands behind his frame. He looks cautiously at you.

“I’m not ill.” You assure him.

“Good, because…”  He raises a basket and a tote bag. “I’ve brought us Scrabble and a picnic.”

“But aren’t you going to see the match with Daphne?”

“Not when my favourite girl isn’t feeling well.”

You smile up at him. “But I told you I’m not unwell.”

“Physically maybe but I think you need some fresh air. Now go get ready. I’ll wait outside the door.”

“I really am okay.”

You assure him and yourself that you are, and you truly do feel it.

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Your normal routine before Draco came into your life fell back into place, although Theodore was hanging out with Daphne more and more, which still annoyed you. Theo did make some time for you but not as much as you’re used to. You sigh. Breakfasts no longer consisted of silently reading, occasionally speaking to discuss plot points and characters, but with Daphne and the rest of the Slytherin crowd rowdily talking.

You hadn’t spoken to Draco at all ever since that night at the boathouse. He never even addressed it. Not that you checked the mailbox. If he really cared he would have said something by this point, but judging by his actions and the words you heard that night, you had accepted weeks ago that whatever was between you was over.

“So, what are we all doing for the last trip to Hogsmeade today then?” Draco asks, but his eyes lock with yours.

“I’m having tea and shopping with the girlies.” Daphne wriggles her shoulders excitedly. She looks to you and extends an invitation.

To which you thank her but decline politely, “Teddy promised me a full weekend of sweets and shopping. Isn’t that right Teddy?”

You aren’t sure if it is your imagination, but you see a twinkle in Theo’s eyes as he beams at you confirming your plans. You put your arm through his and squeeze it in excitement.

Theo chuckled. “I already regret adding the window-shopping part.”

You head to your dorm to pick up your cardigan as Theo insisted you needed more layers for the winter weather. A figure stops you in your tracks.

“Didn’t know you had a thing for Nott.” Draco sneered.

“Not really your business to know who or who I don’t have a thing for Malfoy.”

He grabs your hand and pulls you to the side.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You try to shrug off his hand, but he wasn’t letting go.

“What happened to us? I thought we were dating, and you left me hanging for weeks.”

“Dating is a strong word.” You spit his words back to him like venom.

That’s when he releases your hand.

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Your day with Theo went by so fast. You started off at Zonko’s so you can graze snacks while you peruse through each shop. Theo swears you haven’t skipped any stores but doesn’t complain at all. The conversations flowed easily. You stayed the longest time at the pets and familiars shop to pet all the kittens. He literally had to drag you away with a bribe of pumpkin pie for lunch.

Many days have gone by where you spent time away from each other. Reasons varied as Theo tells you he was busy with whatever excuse he had that day. You noticed that he’d been avoiding you recently. You’re glad that you get to make up for all those hours now.

You share a slice of pumpkin pie and beg Theo to take you back to the pets and familiars shop. He rolls his eyes, but you know he can’t refuse the thought of the adorable kittens. Little do you know that it’s your cuteness he can’t resist.

The two of you start to walk onward to your mission when you see a glimpse of Draco hand in hand with a red-faced Pansy. You knew it. But strangely, you find yourself not upset by it.

“Theo! They still have our favourite!” You jump up and down like a child outside a toy store.

He watches you smiling as you all but ran into the store. You remain surrounded by kittens until a shop assistant ushered you out at the behest of their manager. Reluctantly you say goodbye to the animals and staff and are shocked to see that the sky was magenta-coloured, signalling that the evening is arriving.

 “I’m hungry, are you?” You inspect all the choices of venue you had for dinner.

“Starving. Let’s go in there.” He gestures toward Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop. “I heard they have a great selection of drinks and desserts.”

You follow Theo even though you seem to recall that other students have previously mentioned that they take their dates there. Having never visited since Draco was the first boy you have “gone out with”, and your meetings never involved crowded places and three would have been a crowd, you were excited to finally step into the dainty looking café.

He opens the door for you and a bell rings. You were seated straight away, and it didn’t take long for a staff member to take your order. Examining the people around, you notice a trend of couples holding hands and gazing into one another’s eyes. Did Theo really mean to take you in here?

Detecting your initial discomfort, Theo apologises, “I didn’t know it would be like this here. We can leave if you want?”

“Nonsense! It’s a nice place. Plus, I’m excited for my drink to arrive.” Grinning at him, you take in the view of bows and lace everywhere.

Even though the atmosphere was romantic, you felt at ease being there with Theo. You push back questions you had whenever you sense that his eyes were trying to read your thoughts or when his hand stayed on yours longer than friends should.

He orders a funfetti cake for dessert and you both split each other’s sweet course. Before you know it, it was nearly time to head back to the castle. Another ring of the bell and you were standing in front of the entrance.

You shiver slightly and Theo quickly unwraps his scarf.

“Teddy I’m fine!”

“No, you’re cold. Don’t argue.” He wraps his green scarf around your neck. You inhale the scent of smoke and sandalwood. You bury your cheeks into the scarf to hide the pink colour threatening to expose how much you like the fact you are enveloped by a piece of his clothing.

“I guess it’s time to head back.” You say but see Theo looking distracted.

You look up to see a mistletoe wrapped with a ribbon on the pole of the tea shop’s sign.

He looks at you and tilts his head. Was that him asking for permission?

You shrug then nod at him. “It’s a known tradition after all.”

“Of course.”

Theo leans in close enough so that the clouds you exhale from your lungs mingle in the air. He moves a strand of loose hair and tucks them behind your ear. His hand stays on your face and his eyes flicker down to your lips. You close the gap between you.

You are kissing Theo under the mistletoe.

At first, the kiss is gentle as if he is being wary of the line you were crossing, but when you reach to run his hair with your hands, he pulls you in deeper. You gasp for air, and he takes it as an opportunity to explore you with his tongue.

Thoughts pull you back to reality.

You are kissing Theo under the mistletoe.

Stepping back, you stare at him wide-eyed.

“I have to go.” You say breaking the silence.

And you didn’t see how Theodore’s eyes follow you.

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You didn’t actually have to go anywhere; you just needed some space to cool down. Your cheeks were burning red, and you didn’t want Theo to see you like that. Especially since he only kissed you because of the mistletoe. Especially since you enjoyed kissing him. Especially when the voices in your head are back saying, ‘Foolish one you will take the long way down.’

This time you don’t want to learn the hard way. You can’t be falling for him like this. You didn’t want to lose him if it goes sour.

“You’ve been walking in circles.” Theo calls out to you, “Where are you trying to go?”

You stop your feet but don’t turn back to face him.

“I was just heading to…” Your voice fades out to a mumble, and you begin to walk once more.

Theo lightly grasps your arm, and you jump at how fast he caught up to you. You face him.

“You never said anything.” He states.

“It was just a kiss. We were just under a mistletoe.” You look down, kicking the pebbles near your feet.

“You never said anything.” You echo.

“Yeah, we were just under a mistletoe.”

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The last week of term dragged on. Theo and you never mention that night to anybody. And if it was even possible, you saw him less than the week before. You are determined to fix your situation. The past two days were unbearable. So, you corner him on his way to the library.

“Why are you ignoring me, Teddy?” You simply question.

“I’m not.”

“Yes, you are. You keep avoiding me in the halls and speaking monosyllabically to me in class. Why?”

“I’m not.”

“You are. We’re friends, aren’t we? Can’t you tell me what’s wrong?” You ask, gently moving his arm and motioning him to face you.

“Maybe I want more.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re so blind, you can’t even see that I’ve been right here! In love with you since I could remember.”

“Your father would never approve of me.”

“I don’t care. I don’t care what he thinks. I don’t care about your blood status! I accept you for who you are! But waiting all these years for you to see me like I see you have been crushing my heart slowly.”

You stare at him wide-eyed.

“I have to go.” He says.

And it’s your turn to follow Theo with your eyes.

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You couldn’t sleep at all that night replaying Theo’s confession. You think about all the ways you could have responded and use that moment as a chance for you to voice out your growing feelings. Now he probably despises you.

You recite how you were going to confront Theo for the next day, word for word since you want to accurately tell him that you reciprocate his sentiment. But toss and turn again at the thought of what-ifs.

You get up early and ready yourself for the day mentally. You don’t grab any breakfast because you already felt so queasy. The voices in your head say to you, ‘Foolish one The day is gonna come for your confessions of love.’

This time you were in harmony. You were going to tell Theo everything. How foolish you had been. How you can’t imagine life without him. You head to his dorm room as you know it’s typically empty at this time of the morning and Theo habitually returns to his dorm just after breakfast to put down his books.

You had 2 free periods back-to-back on a Thursday morning, so you have ample time to gush about your feelings. You spot that his door was slightly ajar and knock anyways. The force swings the door slowly open. The room was empty. You sit on Theo’s bed and look around. You notice a few crumpled-up pieces of paper in the bin next to his nightstand.

Curiosity got the better of you as you unwrinkle one piece and gasp when you notice it was addressed to you. You pick up more pieces and all of them are confessions to you, describing how he felt during the day he wrote them. All this time you were waiting for confessions of love and thought they were never going to come, and there they were sitting in a pile of rubbish.

All signed off as:

Yours,

Teddy

Could he be? Yours?

You run to the Slytherin common room and don’t see Theo anywhere. You spot Blaise playing chess with Tracey.

“Have you seen Theo?” You interrupt them.

“He’s gone on a date with Daphne.” Tracey replies, focused on her match as Blaise’s bishop takes her knight.

He can’t. Be yours.

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It was the last day of the first term, and you sit at your usual far corner of the great hall for breakfast. No Theodore in sight. You set up extra early since you left him a note by his bedside table the day before to meet him at 6:30 when the meal starts.

There he was. Your note is in his hands and you watch him as he walks to you and knits his brows.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, a little worried.

He sits opposite you instead of his usual spot next to you. You bring your hands above the table and show his letters in your hand.

“This. This is what’s wrong.”

“Look I…”

You cut him off. “Why didn’t you send them?”

He stares at you blankly and scratches his head. “What do you mean send them?”

“You fool. I would’ve walked out sooner and run to you.”

“I didn’t think you felt the same way. That’s why I threw them out. You didn’t come to me to talk after what happened in the hallway and you never brought up the kiss again.”

You blush at the memory.

“How did you get those anyways?” His eyes narrow.

“Never mind about that. Didn’t you hear me?”

“Hear what?”

“You’re really going to make me say it?”

“Say what?”

After hours of rehearsal, you could only utter 5 words. “I feel the same way.”

He beams for a second and then frowns to ask,

“What about Draco?”

“When all is said and done, he just wasn’t the one.”

His smile returns and you swear it’s brighter than the morning sun. He reaches over and holds your hand and tells you, “I don’t know how long I’ve waited for you to say those words.”

He pulls you over the table knocking over the goblet and food that had appeared and pecks you on the lips.

“What about Daphne? Aren’t you with her?”

“No, she just wasn’t the one.”

You've reached this far! Here's a bonus:

It was Christmas day and you were in the great hall ready for the feast, dressed in a sweater Theo bought you so that you can match on this occasion. In one hand you have Theo and in the other a carefully wrapped present and you sat next in your self-assigned corner of the room.

"Let's pull a cracker!" You say eagerly.

And soon both of you adorn paper crowns on your head.

"Dinner doesn't start for another 15 minutes" He informs you.

You pout replying, "So why did you rush me out of my dorm so quickly?"

"So I can give you this." He places a fairly large box in front of you.

"Thank you, Teddy!" You tilt your head when you notice holes all around the box. "What's up with the holes?"

"Just open it." He excitedly insists.

"Okay okay. Thank you." You undo the ribbon and take off the lid. You squeal as you spot the kitten you had been eyeing at the store that evening of what you both have agreed to be your first date.

"I can't thank you enough! I love her so much." You carefully lift the kitten out of the box to cuddle her.

"Anything for you darling. What are you going to name her?"

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Thank you so much for reading. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it <3 I didn't plan to write it this long. I hope you didn't mind.

I welcome any feedback or criticism.

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[remusslove]

Don’t fucking touch her again~ mattheo riddle

Includes: cursing, bullying, shy!reader, and tooth rotting fluff

“Go away daphne I have to see Theodore and Pansy” you said to the girl following you. She’s been tugging at your hair all through transfiguration and when you asked her to stop she’d just give you an innocent smile and say: “what are you talking about?”.

You planned to hang out with Pansy and Theodore today since mattheo was in detention for yet another fight. He decided to skip detention and was walking to meet up with you guys as well. He heard daphne, one of his many former ex’s, and just scoffed. He continued walking but stopped once he heard your voice.

You just kept on walking wanting to get away from her. Oh how badly you wanted to punch her in the face, but you never had the guts. Whenever you wanted your anger to get the best of you, you’d just think what happens if you get in trouble for it.

Plus you hated confrontation, especially from bullies, what if you embarrassed yourself trying to defend yourself?. All that overthinking just made you want to sleep all your problems away. But here you are, tolerating Daphne’s insults. You didn’t get bothered until today, usually she’d give you insults and embarrass you.

Mattheo turned into the direction where your voices were the loudest and spied when he saw you two together. When he heard her insult you he tried his best to console his anger. He only let anger get the best of him when he saw daphne push you into the wall. Daphne only stopped when she saw him walk out from the corner.

“Hey mattheo I was just walking with y/n” she said innocently while lying through her teeth. The words coming out of her mouth only made mattheo angrier. He walked towards her and pushed her against the wall cornering her in. “Don’t fucking touch her again.” He said firmly.

She gasped at his antics and let out a small whimper. I mean who blames her? If a 6’3 man came and pushed you against the wall threatening you, I would be scared too. You just stood there not realizing that Pansy and Theodore were watching this scene as well calling mattheos name hoping it will get him to release the girl in his grasp.

“But I was just joking around-” she said with a fake laugh before getting cut off. “Don’t fucking lie to me Greengrass. If I see you lay a hand on her again, I will fucking slit your throat.” He threatened causing her to shut her mouth out of fear. When he released her she quickly walked away not daring to look back.

“Mattheo what the fuck?!?” Theodore cursed wondering what the fuck is going on. “Shut the fuck up Theodore” mattheo said grabbing you arm and walking away. Pansy and Theodore didn’t follow you guys and just decided to wait until mattheo cooled off. He stopped and looked into your eyes once you guys reached his dorm.

“If she ever does something again tell me” he said sternly before pulling you close. You just nodded enjoying the comfort of his scent. He sighed before pulling away and grabbing one of his hoodies from his closet. You sat down on his bed before putting your arms up so he could put the hoodie on you.

He chuckled and put it on you causing you to smile contently. “Night my love” he said softly. You said your goodnight as well pressing a kiss on his cheek causing him to smile.

#mattheo x reader #mattheoxreader #mattheo riddle #mattheo x you #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle x you

[adiraargent]

Acts Of Love with the Slytherins

Just cute lil love things the Slytherins do in a relationship :p Warnings: none, just tooth rotting fluff No gender/pronouns mentioned :)

kisses. on. the. tip. of. the. nose.

It was a tender gesture, a simple yet affectionate act that spoke volumes without uttering a word. Their fascination with the tip of your nose was a subtle adoration, a peculiar fondness that made your heart flutter.

They adored the way your nose crinkled when you laughed, a charming sight that drew them closer each time. So, without fail, they'd capture that precise moment, when your laughter subsided, and your eyes sparkled with joy, to press a delicate kiss upon the tip of your nose.

For you, it was an endearing habit, a delightful quirk that always brought a smile to your face. You felt their love encapsulated in each gentle peck, a silent declaration of their affection that resonated deep within you.

There was something magical about the way their lips brushed against the bridge of your nose, a tender touch that conveyed more than words ever could. It was a gesture reserved just for you, a whispered promise of love and devotion.

In the quiet moments, as they shared stolen glances and exchanged smiles, they'd reach for you, their fingertips tracing the contours of your face until they rested at the tip of your nose. With a soft smile gracing their lips, they'd lean in, planting the gentlest kiss, leaving your heart aflutter and your cheeks flushed with warmth.

You cherished these moments, these intimate exchanges that spoke of tenderness and adoration. Their affectionate gesture became an intimate language, a secret code between you both, a symbol of your unwavering love.

Through laughter and tears, amidst conversations and silent gazes, those kisses on the tip of your nose became your unique signature, an unspoken vow of devotion that bound your hearts together.

It was in those tender moments, in those sweet, innocent kisses, that you found a love that transcended words, a love that whispered, "I choose you, every single day."

Theodore Nott, Lorenzo Berkshire, Jasper Rowle, Blaise Zabini

zipping or buttoning your jacket for you

In the subtle acts of care and consideration, there were many small gestures between the two of you that you did to show your love for each other. Among these, there was a charming habit they found endearing—a quiet act of tending to your jacket, zipping or buttoning it up with delicate attention.

It was a routine that unfurled naturally. Whenever you both ventured out into the crisp, chilly air, they'd reach over, their fingers deftly fastening the zipper or securing the buttons of your jacket. Their touch was gentle, a tender caress along the fabric, enveloping you in warmth.

For them, it was more than a practical gesture. It was a moment of intimacy, a demonstration of their care that resonated deeply within you both. You found solace in the way they paid attention to the details, ensuring you were shielded from the biting cold.

In those fleeting moments, as their nimble fingers worked the buttons or the zipper, there was an unspoken language shared between them. It was a language of tenderness and affection, a silent symphony that echoed your love.

Your appreciated their thoughtfulness, the way they embraced the task with utmost care. Their attentiveness conveyed a sense of protection, a promise to shield you from the harshness of the world outside.

The act itself was simple, yet in its simplicity, it held profound meaning. It was a tangible display of your connection, a testament to your unspoken bond that transcended the ordinary.

In the soft click of a zipper or the gentle clasp of buttons, you both found a silent reassurance—a reminder that you'd both always be there for each other, tending to the small details.

Draco Malfoy, Tom Riddle, Daphne Greengrass, Marcus Flint, Barty Crouch Jr

softly dusting crumbs from their cheeks when eating

They enjoy a tender act of gently brushing away crumbs from your cheeks when you indulge in your favourite treats together.

It became an unspoken ritual, an intimate gesture that whispered volumes of their affection since they weren't a major fan of pda, but this was simple and almost a reflex. Whenever you savoured a meal, be it a slice of cake or a handful of cookies, they'd delicately sweep away the lingering crumbs from your cheeks.

For you, it was more than a practical act. It was a manifestation of their tenderness, a silent declaration of their care that resonated deeply within. In those fleeting touches, you felt cherished, as if each crumb they dusted away carried their unwavering devotion.

In the soft brush of their fingertips against your skin, there was an unspoken language shared between you both—a language of love, warmth, and familiarity. It was in these seemingly mundane moments that your bond flourished, each crumb a testament to your shared laughter and shared meals.

You cherished their gentle actions, the way they attended to the small details with unwavering care. Their tenderness spoke of a desire to ensure your comfort, even in the simplest of situations.

The act itself was subtle, yet in its subtlety, it held a profound significance. It was a tangible display of your connection, a testament to the tenderness and consideration that defined your relationship.

In the act of softly dusting away crumbs from your cheeks, you both found an unspoken promise—a promise to be there for each other, attending to the minute details and sharing moments of love, one tender gesture at a time.

Mattheo Riddle, Pansy Parkinson, Regulus Black, Evan Rosier

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[pctterswprld]

i will always be here

pairing: harry potter x hufflepuff!fem!reader

summary: the chosen one finds that you're having a panic attack.

word count: 1,588 words

warnings: FLUFF, panic attack, mentions of cedric diggory's death...

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harry james potter was currently sitting with his two best friends - hermione and ron - in the great hall for dinner. like always, it became a routine for him to read his fancy advanced potion-making book (with the added notes from the half-blood prince) during his dinner, completely oblivious to what his friends were talking about. they were now on good terms after the whole… lavender brown incident and harry intended to keep it that way.

yet, he was distracted by a new spell he found in his book.

hermione and ron, however, were talking amongst themselves. it just so happened they were talking about y/n y/l/n, a witch who was also in her sixth year of hogwarts. you didn’t even have to talk to her to know she was a hufflepuff. it was obvious, even without her uniform. people always said her kindness would throw her in a ditch one day.

it seemed that today, the saying was right - once again.

“y/n was actually supposed to meet me in the library today,” stated hermione, fiddling with her food as she spoke, “but she didn’t show up.”

“well, why was she meeting you?” ron replied, stuffing dessert into his mouth as hermione rolled her eyes.

“i was supposed to help her study. for DADA, of course,” her chin was now in her palm. “i love y/n, but… she’s dreadful at the subject.”

ron laughed in return. “well, snape isn’t exactly helping. the poor girl’s terrified of him.” hermione sighed, shifting her legs as her gaze travelled along to the great hall’s entrance.

“huh… well, there she is now.” harry had now snapped out of his daze after hearing the mention of y/n. harry was, of course, quite fond of y/n. you could say he had a soft spot for the hufflepuff girl. they had been friends since first year after the girl had graciously helped him with his potions homework. y/n even joined the DA during fifth year - she believed harry from the start about cedric diggory’s death.

cedric was also a great friend of y/n’s, seeing as they were both in hufflepuff, and it broke her heart to hear the news of his passing. when harry revealed it was because of you-know-who’s reappearance, it was the only logical explanation. cedric diggory was a great wizard, his death could not have been an accident.

harry’s eyes quickly shifted over to y/n, who didn’t look like her usual, vibrant self. instead, her eyes had been quite red and her lips were quivering as if she had just been crying. harry’s eyes furrowed as she sat down next to her friends at her table - she had not said a word.

it was then that her eyes glazed over towards the professors’ table at the front of the great hall. one look at professor snape explained it all. and to make things worse, pansy parkinson had suddenly walked past, muttering a snarky comment as daphne greengrass giggled along.

that was all it took for y/n to run out of the hall, unable to contain her emotions. and that was all it took for the chosen one to rush after her, even leaving his potions book at the table with hermione and ron.

y/n had run upstairs onto the third floor, sitting by a window which showed the evening sunset. she used to frequently have panic attacks because of a certain slytherin group but she had learnt to control them.

this evening was… different. she had bottled up her emotions for too long and it had all come crashing down tonight. her breathing became erratic as she collapsed against the window, tears streaming down her cheeks as she continuously mumbled to herself.

“stop crying, stay strong,” she had said. but it might’ve made it worse.

she didn’t hear the footsteps coming towards her once she had buried her face into her hands. she didn’t want anyone to see her. y/n was always the one comforting people whenever they were stressed, angry, upset… whenever it came to her, no one would come to her aid.

except one.

harry had knelt down to y/n’s level, careful not to touch her. he was one of the only people who knew how to deal with her panic attacks. he knew trying to hug y/n would only make her panic more.

“y/n…” he whispered, loud enough for her to hear. she was still sobbing, but she had heard him.

“w-who’s t-there?” she whispered back, refusing to show her face.

“it’s harry. it’s only me.” y/n whimpered, hating that harry had seen her like this again. as much as she appreciated harry, she hated that she was vulnerable when it came to the chosen one. she felt like all she could do in front of harry was be a crybaby.

y/n had said nothing else, but hearing his voice had calmed her a little. her sobs had slowed down, but they were still there. harry had spoken again. “can i see your face?”

y/n, reluctantly, removed her hands from her face, looking down at her lap as she struggled to control her breathing. harry took a once-over at her appearance before his gaze softened, his eyes never leaving y/n’s face.

“y/n, where are we?” y/n’s lips quivered as she closed her eyes, her throat feeling more closed up as her voice came out barely above a whisper.

“h-hogwarts. our s-school. we’re on the third floor.” harry nodded.

“what can you see? around us?” y/n’s eyes looked up as she tried breathing in and out.

“um... a w-window,” she finally looked at harry, who was smiling at her. she carried on, “p-paintings. a s-staircase.”

“good! good, can you smell anything?” y/n nodded.

“t-there’s the food d-downstairs. and your pinewood body wash.” harry chuckled at that, causing y/n’s lips to form a small smile as well. by now, y/n’s breathing had slowed down a lot. the tears had stopped forming and she wiped them away with the sleeve of her robe. she closed her eyes, hugging her knees once again.

“have you calmed down, y/n?” she nodded slowly. “that was the quickest you’ve ever come down from a panic attack,” harry added, causing her to open her eyes. “i’m proud of you.”

“thank you,” y/n whispered, giving another smile as harry sat next to her.

“hermione said you two were supposed to study in the library,” said harry, looking at the girl beside him. his eyes flickered all over y/n's face, making sure she had stopped crying.

“i-i didn’t mean to leave here there, i promise,” y/n replied while harry nodded. “i just- professor snape told me to stay behind.”

harry sucked in a breath, his jaw clenching as he looked out into the hallway. what was wrong with the sallow-faced man? did he seriously enjoy scaring the wits out of teenagers?

“i forgot my homework. for DADA…” y/n continued, harry gazing at her again. “i honestly didn’t mean to, i was just so busy. with being a prefect and everything,” she sighed, fiddling with her hands in her lap. “then i rushed to the toilet before dinner. and then pansy and daphne came up to me—” she suddenly paused, her head snapping towards harry. “i– i’m so sorry. you don’t have to stay here with me, i mean i’m fine now—!”

“what– y/n, why would i just leave you here after you’ve just had a panic attack?” he questioned, y/n’s lips pressing together as she shrugged.

“i don’t know, i thought you’d be sick of me by now,” harry’s brows furrowed, “you’re just… you always manage to calm me down from my panic attacks. i’m crying for no reason…” her words trailed off once she noticed harry’s stare. he wasn’t glaring, more like he couldn’t believe what she were saying.

“y/n…” he slowly took her hands as she looked down at his, both of them intertwining. y/n's breath hitched as she glanced at harry. “i will always be here. i’m never going to get sick of you. and your panic attacks are not your fault, do you understand?” his eyes searched y/n's e/c ones, looking for an answer in case she didn't reply. she smiled, biting her bottom lip.

“okay. i understand,” y/n whispered.

harry smiled back, taking the sleeve of his jumper and wiping away any more tears that stayed behind. the sun had shined through the window, reflecting off of y/n's face. the rays enhanced her beauty, causing her to look more radiant than ever. the both of them stayed silent, only staring at each other with an unknown emotion.

“would– would you like to go back down?” harry suggested. he, in fact, did not want to go back down. he’d rather stay up here with y/n, away from all the problems he had to think about.

you-know-who, professor slughorn, draco malfoy… he wanted time away from all that.

and to his relief, y/n shook her head. “i’d rather stay up here.” she hesitated before she added, “with you.” harry’s eyes softened once again, another small grin crossing his face. he nodded, saying nothing else before y/n laid her head against his shoulder, harry hugging her closer as they sat in silence.

the both of them loved each other. in what way… no one knew. that was all anyone could say to that.

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[theosbutterfly]

the best thing at this party — t. nott

❝ fighting in only your army frontlines, don't you ignore me i'm the best thing at this party ❞

pairing: jealous!theo x malfoy!reader

context: at yours and draco's annual back-to-hogwarts bash, a pair of weasleys show up uninvited, much to theo's dismay.

words: 2.3k+

warnings: jealousy, somewhat possessive behavior, reader's kind of a bitch, theo's kind of an asshole, marijuana use, alcohol use, vomiting, a little fluff, mainly angst

"so where's the principessa?" you hear theo bring you up in conversation as you and pansy descend the stairs to join the boys in the foyer. "taking extra time to fix up her hair?"

"é un dato di fatto, lo ero," as a matter of fact, i was. you lean a hand against the banister, stopping on the last step, eyes focusing on theo. there's a chance you may or may not have learned italian just to make sure he couldn't insult you without your knowledge—not that it stopped him, but at least this way, you could defend yourself. "it takes time to look this good. but glad to know you noticed my absence."

"ooh, she got you there, mate," blaise chuckles, placing a hand on theo's shoulder, who shrugs it off.

"whatever," he spat, rolling his eyes. "i need a drink."

"finally something i can get on board with," mattheo points a finger at him, and they both turn to head towards the sitting room, pansy trailing closely behind them.

"is pans still trying to get with matt?" enzo asks, tilting his head up at you as they walked away.

"beats me," you shrugged, stepping down the last step and glancing between them. "now, why are you two standing here like a bunch of statues? last i checked, party's over there." you point your thumb towards the parlor, which appeared to be glowing green.

"the gate's still open," blaise shrugs. "draco wants us to watch for 'undesirables'."

"undesirables?" you repeat the word just so he could hear how ridiculous it sounded. "has he gone mad?"

"he wants to make sure no one from the other houses show up," blaise clarifies.

"fuck that," you shake your head. "come on." you link your arms with one of blaise's and one of enzo's, waving a finger up in the air. "colloportus!" the spell causes the front door and front gate to seal shut, as you begin walking with blaise and enzo towards the music. "now, where's the dobby?"

your house elf immediately appears in front of you at the sound of his name.

"dobby is here, miss y/n," he looks up at you. "what can dobby do for you?"

you unlink your arms from blaise and enzo's and crouch down to be eye level with him. "fetch me the good liquor from the cellar downstairs, and then come find me when you've got it."

he nods. "dobby is on it miss y/n!"

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"what are you doing standing here all alone?" daphne greengrass saunters over to theo, who was leaning against the bar, a drink in hand.

"daphne greengrass," theo greets her. "i'm surprised you're here. wouldn't the head girl disapprove of rowdy parties as such?" he waves his drink towards the crowd that had turned the malfoy's parlor into a makeshift dance floor, and she chuckles.

"i'm turning over a new leaf," she shrugs, taking a sip of her own drink. "it is our last year, after all."

"thank merlin for that," you walk between them, and lean over the bar to reach for four shot glasses.

"y/n," daphne's voice is strained as she clears her throat. "nice to see you."

you stand up straight after retrieving what you were looking for and turn your head towards her. "i'd say the same, but i'm not a liar."

theo shifts his eyes between the two of you, slightly amused at the way daphne takes a deep breath to keep her composure while you throw her a close-lipped smile.

"where'd you get the bottle, y/n?" he cuts in to prevent a cat fight from breaking out between you and daphne, and eyes the bottle of fire whiskey in your hand.

you look at him. "i had dobby fetch it from the cellar," you say. "pans and i are gonna drink it dry."

"just the two of you?" he raises an eyebrow, condescension painting his features. "does draco know about that?"

"why?" you challenge. "are you gonna go run off and tattle on me?"

before he could reply, another voice cuts in. "oi, malfoy! are we getting pissed or what?"

you turn your attention away from theo to the one of the weasleys you'd found lurking around the corners. "well, you're quite the impatient one, aren't you, freddie?"

heat rises in theo's chest when he gets a better look of the guy under the green light, and realizes its a weasley. what the hell was he doing here? and why were you allowing it?

"time is of the essence, darling," fred tells you. "george and i are trying to get a taste of this drink you've got before we inevitably get kicked out of here."

"what are you doing here, weasley?" theo speaks through gritted teeth, and looks at you. "you invited them?"

"of course not," you shrug. "they snuck in."

theo's eyes narrow at you. "and you're offering them a drink instead of throwing them out?"

"they ditched their house colors to don ours for the night," you tell him, eyes focused on fred. "i think that deserves them a little taste of slytherin."

theo doesn't miss the way fred's eyes trail over your body, and rolls his eyes. "maybe even more than a little," fred smirks.

you giggle at his words, but before you could walk away with him, theo grabs the back of your arm, pulling you close, his lips right above your ear. "cosa fai?" what are you doing?

you tilt your head up to have your eyes meet his. "mi sto divertendo," i'm having fun. "dovresti provarlo qualche volta." you should try it sometime.

you yank your arm out of his hold and don't give him a chance to respond, waltzing away towards the crowd.

"merlin, she is fit," fred comments, watching the way your hips sway as you walk away. "is she seeing anyone?"

"if she was, it certainly wouldn't be you," theo tells him.

"we'll see about that, mate. excuse me," fred throws him a smirk, before walking away to follow you across the room.

theo watches as he does, bringing his glass up to his lips to finish of his drink.

"do you-" daphne starts, but he doesn't let her finish, slamming his glass down on the bar and walking off.

—

"you all look pissed," pansy stumbles over to the guys, who were seated in a secluded area of the manor that was somewhat devoid of all the noise from the party in the parlor, passing around a joint.

"not as much as you, it seems," mattheo chuckles as she falls beside him, head falling against his shoulder. "where you been?"

"drinking with y/n," she says, eyes slowly fluttering close.

"that was your first mistake," enzo tuts, taking a long drag and inhaling. "that girl can drink double her weight in alcohol."

"mhm," pansy hums, eyes fully closing as her body falls limp against mattheo.

"alright," mattheo shifts, just enough to wake her and get her up on her feet. "look like someone's had enough for the night. come on." he begins to the guide pansy out of the room, his eyes telling the guys that he'd be right back.

"what the bloody hell did they even drink?" blaise asks, shifting his eyes between theo and enzo.

"fire whiskey," theo blows smoke out of his mouth and takes another drag. 

blaise's eyes widen. "and they didn't think to share? bloody wankers."

"they were too busy sharing it with y/n's new conquests," theo replies bitterly, passing the joint off to him.

"seems to me she's sharing more than that," enzo cuts in, raising his silver flask to point at you and fred on the opposite side of the room, where surely enough, you were tucked between him and the wall, one hand beside your head and one hand on you waist.

"oh, bloody hell," theo rolls his eyes, pulling a chuckle out from enzo.

"who is that guy anyway?"

"fred weasley," theo grits out.

"you're bloody kidding," blaise snickers, leaning forward to flick off some ash from the a joint. 

"oh, i'm bloody serious," theo nods. "he's been eye-fucking her since she showed him the tiniest bit of attention. it was quite pathetic, if you ask me."

"what's with the bitterness, mate?" enzo asks, attention shifting to theo. "you jealous?"

theo scoffs. "jealous? please. non durerà in alcun modo." no way that's gonna last. you weren't exactly the "relationship" type.

enzo shakes his head. "no clue what that means, but it didn't sound nice."

"you know how y/n is," theo tells him, hand motioning towards you and fred across the room. "it's nothing but a game to her."

"so what?" blaise asks, handing the joint over back to enzo. "you bitter she won't let you play?"

"who won't let who play?" mattheo rejoins them, and sits back down beside theo.

"theo's jealous fred weasley's got his claws in y/n," enzo catches him up.

"alright," theo stands from the sofa, no longer wanting to hear anymore of it. "i'm done with this shit."

—

unfortunately for theo, the second he headed for the bar and away from the boys, you were also already there with fred.

"alright, freddie, what's it gonna be?" your body was bent over the bar counter, fred's eyes trailing over it as you tried to reach for two different bottles. "rum or brandy?"

"oh, i'm in the mood for something much tastier, love," fred flirts, causing theo to roll his eyes.

"bloody hell," you hear theo mutter, and stand up straight after taking a hold of the two bottles you were looking for. "can't you two do this elsewhere?"

"well, no one's forcing you to stand there and watch," you retort, eyes shooting him an ice cold glare.

"for merlin's sake," he groans, clearly frustrated. "if you wanna fuck him, at least do it in one of the many private rooms upstairs so you can at least keep some of your dignity."

the words fall out of his mouth before he can stop them, making you scoff and set both bottles down before getting close to him to make sure he hears you loud and clear. "fuck you."

you walk away from both of them and head for the corridor, while fred looks at theo.

"that-"

"don't fucking say anything, weasley," theo cuts him off, and leaves him behind, legs immediately following after you.

"y/n, wait!" he takes grab of your wrist and pulls to make you stop and turn to look at him.

"get off!" you shake his hand off your wrist, arms crossing in front of your chest as you looked at him.

"oh, smettila di essere una tale stronza," oh, stop being such a bitch. he tells you.

"you know what theo-" you start to give him a piece of your mind, when an uneasy feeling suddenly creeps into your stomach and slides up the back of your throat. 

fuck.

you immediately push past him to head for the nearest bathroom and he follows, as your knees hit the cold tile floor and reminiscents of what you ate before you started drinking came pouring out into the toilet in front of you.

"alright," theo winces, crouching down beside you to take a hold of your hair and gently rub a hand up and down your back. "let it out."

—

"ugh," you complain, swinging your bedroom door open and proceeding inside as you tucked your now messed up hair behind your ears. "this was not how this night was suppose to go."

theo chuckles behind you, closing your door and tossing your heels down on the ground beside your dresser.

"oh, i'm so glad you find this amusing," you spat, undoing your hair and placing the bobby pins down on your vanity.

"i just find it funny that even after two years of drinking, you still can't hold shit down," he says, taking a seat at the edge of your bed.

you mimic his words, but don't actually say anything. "ugh!" you groan loudly when it suddenly becomes much harder to tug your dress off. "why is this not-"

you stop when you feel cold fingers trail across and down your back, your skin feeling like over a hundred degrees. "hai dimenticato di aprirlo, farfalla." you forgot to unzip it, butterfly.

your eyes threaten to flutter close at the deep sound of his voice, goosebumps rising upon your skin, as he slowly unzipped the back of your dress. "theo…"

his hand lingers above your lower back, as he leaned down, lips just right above your ear. "potresti fare meglio di weasley, lo sai?" you could do better than weasley, you know that?

his breath on your ear makes a shiver run down your spine, as your head tilted back against him. "mostramelo meglio allora." show me better then.

to anyone else, this would seem odd. but to the two of you, this was just how you worked. one second you were bickering, and the next, whispering sweet nothings. it was a dance that you both knew all too well.

though the thread he used to keep you at a distance threatened to snap, theo holds himself back—you were draco's baby sister. he wasn't suppose to want you. he couldn't.

"dovresti dormire un po'," you should get some sleep. he lets himself stay beside you for one more moment, before finally pulling away—to your disappointment.

"you're not gonna stay?" you grab at the sides of your dress to keep it from falling down as you turned to look at him.

"non posso," i can't. he shakes his head at you, despite your forming pout. he didn't know what he'd get himself into if he stayed, and a part of him was afraid to find out. "buona notte, farfalla."

good night, butterfly.

part 2 coming soon!!!

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