#theodorenott x reader

[slytherinslut0]

theodore nott • may i have this dance?

info: smallish blurb for @thatdammchickennugget’s hogmarch challenge. prompt four. (i know im a day late lol sorry mari ily)

summary: theodore told everyone that dances weren’t his thing and decided he wasn’t going to attend the yule ball. when you agreed to go with cormac, he realized that he’d made a big mistake, and was there for you when you needed him most.

tags: soft and fluffy. shitty cormac per usual.

You should have seen it coming.

You should have damn well known that accepting Cormac's half-assed invitation to the Yule Ball was practically signing up for one thing and one thing only:

a one-way ticket to misery.

The sting of his abandonment wasn’t even the worst of it--though it did occur almost immediately, sneaky bloke somehow managing to slither off before Dumbledore even had the chance to make it to the podium to give the opening fucking speech.

Truthfully, you probably could have gotten over that. With enough drinks, that is.

The real kicker came after the bewildering manner in which he vanished into the ether. The moment he reappeared all the same, as if nothing had even happened, accompanied now by your ex-best friend, clinging to his arm like a fucking lifeline.

His smirk, so brazenly triumphant, seemed to stretch wider than the chasm between you, swallowing up his entire face in a painfully irritating display of mockery and betrayal as he shot you an infuriating wink from across the room, leading your friend through the crowd and into position for the first slow dance.

That was it. There was no goddamn way you were staying in that cursed room for even a millisecond longer.

If not for your ironclad resolve, you were fully convinced you would have set the entire room ablaze in a whirlwind of rage as you stormed out.

Yet, as you downed nearly half the flask of firewhiskey you had concealed beneath your flowing emerald green gown, a profound epiphany struck you: that wretched excuse for a human being didn't merit even a fraction of your emotional investment.

What he truly warranted, from the depths of your seething soul, was a resounding void of utter insignificance.

And with that realization burning in your chest, you pivoted on your heels and pushed your way through the throng, feigning ignorance to Pansy's concerned calls and Mattheo's mocking gaze as he reached out to grasp your arm, undoubtedly ready to ridicule you for being left high and dry before the first damn dance.

Your friends had warned you of this inevitable outcome, but your stubbornness had clouded your ears to their warnings.

You live and you learn, right?

"Wrong," Mattheo, Theodore, Enzo, Blaise, and Draco would have most definitely retorted in unison.

You could practically hear it in the recesses of your mind as you pushed through the large double doors and out into the warm spring breeze flowing through the corridor. They would have reminded you that sometimes it pays to heed the advice of someone who's walked the same path, that perhaps they were genuinely trying to watch out for you for once.

Of course, you would have simply scowled and rolled your eyes in response. You didn't need advice from anyone, definitely not them. Although…it certainly would have paid off to listen just this once…

Just then, in that fleeting moment of mental pondering, an intriguing thought popped into your mind;

Perhaps, just perhaps; you were the problem here.

…..No. Nope. Not even close.

You forcefully dismissed that nagging notion the very second it dared to intrude. No, you couldn’t, and simply wouldn’t entertain the idea that you were at fault here.

The reason you were making a hasty exit from the Yule Ball before the first dance had even commenced, the reason the echo of your black heels striking the cobblestones beneath them reverberated throughout the damp and desolate corridor, was solely because of Cormac.

If you were the problem, you’d be the one in there dancing with whomever you pleased, paying no mind to the feelings of others. Your Yule Ball evening was over. And not even the combined efforts of Godric Gryffindor, Professor Snape, Salazar Slytherin and Filch's bloody cat could have kept you from fleeing.

But in truth, if you were being completely real with yourself, you weren’t even all that bummed. A very large part of you didn’t even want to partake tonight.

Perhaps that was due to the fact that the man you longed to accompany the dance with had adamantly declared his aversion to such festivities, and simply decided not to attend.

But that’s neither here nor there at this point.

As you reached the threshold of the courtyard, your gaze fell upon the breathtaking scene unfolding before you: a moonlit evening enveloped in a torrential downpour, each raindrop hammering against the emerald expanse of grass with relentless force.

It was as tragically beautiful as it was suiting.

And as you were lost in the beauty of nature's fury, you were startled by a husky voice slicing through the stillness, calling out your name from down the hall. Nearly leaping out of your own damn skin, your head snapped to the side, your eyes meeting those of a tall, strikingly handsome Italian man striding purposefully towards you.

"Hey," Theodore called out, his voice gentle yet determined, "Wait up."

You rolled your eyes before you could even stop yourself. Force of habit.

“I saw you leaving,” he continued, his steps quickening as he closed the distance between you. “Are you okay?”

You met his concerned gaze with a raised eyebrow, a hint of sass colouring your reply, "don’t I look okay to you?"

Theodore's gaze caressed you, hunger evident in his half-lidded eyes as they roamed over your form with a blend of admiration and concern. Barely audible, a curse slipped from his lips in Italian before he locked eyes with you once more, a palpable shift in the intensity of his gaze.

"You look more than okay, Bella," he murmured, taking a single step closer. “Doesn’t mean you feel it.”

Your breath caught in your throat, your heart quickening its pace in response to his proximity. As Theodore’s words washed over you, a shiver ran down your spine, your skin tingling with the heat of his gaze.

This was the man you’d longed to attend the dance with tonight. The one who swore he’d never take part in such idiocy. Standing before you, clad in an all black suit.

You didn’t even have a thought to question it—to question him—on what the hell he was doing here, dressed like that—because as you stood there, your temperature rising, you met his eyes, a mixture of vulnerability and longing swirling within your own.

“Maybe not,” you whispered, your voice barely above a breath, “but somehow…you make it hard to feel anything else.”

Theodore's lips curved into a knowing smile, and his tongue darted out to wet them, his eyes locking with yours in silent understanding.

"Then maybe," he murmured, his voice low and intimate, "we should find a way to make you feel everything."

Your entire body froze in place as Theodore slowly extended his hand towards you, the world around you fading into insignificance as if time itself had paused, as if someone had cast a spell on the clock. Almost entirely speechless, you found yourself unable to tear your gaze away from his, the anticipation thick in the air as the distant strains of a slow dance song filtered through the corridor, emanating from the Yule Ball.

With a gentle smile, Theodore broke the silence, his voice barely above a whisper, "may I have this dance?"

As your lips parted to respond, a whirlwind of emotions danced across your face, your eyes flickering between his outstretched hand and the captivating depths of his gaze. A mischievous grin tugged at the corners of your mouth, your usually sassy self left utterly speechless, and with deliberate slowness, you surrendered your hand to his, relishing in the warmth that flooded your senses as he drawed you closer and into his embrace.

Theodore’s hands found their place on your waist with a gentle yet firm grip, pulling you closer to him as if to reassure you of his presence. You reciprocated by resting your palms on his shoulders, feeling the heat emanating from his body, its intensity seeping through the fabric of his suit jacket, igniting a tingling sensation in your fingertips.

You let your eyes trace a path up his strong chest, taking in the subtle rise and fall of his breath beneath the fabric of his shirt. It was then that you noticed the emerald silk tie adorning his neck, its colour mirroring the rich hue of your dress almost perfectly.

Utterly mesmerized, you couldn’t comprehend the way this man had rendered you so bloody speechless. You’d never have expected any of this in a million years.

Finally, you managed to exhale, your voice barely above a whisper, “you…you matched my dress…”

Theodore’s eyes softened as he looked down at you, a tender smile playing on his lips.

“Only because I knew you’d be wearing it,” he replied, his voice warm, a soft caress against your skin. “Cormac is a fucking idiot.”

A breathy laugh escaped your lips, mingling with the soothing melody of the rain and the gentle hum of the slow dance tune. You blinked, looking up at him through your lashes, finding yourself lost in the depth within the ocean of his eyes.

“You knew he’d ditch me,” you whispered, the words barely audible over the soft cadence of the music. As you watched Theodore’s eyes trace the curve of your lips, a flicker of realization dawned upon you. “You were betting on it.”

“I knew you deserved better,” he murmured, a soft swallow rippling through his throat as he spoke, his eyes shimmering beneath the dim glow of the moonlight filtering through the rain-soaked courtyard. “And I was hoping you’d see it too.”

“Why didn’t you try to stop me?” you whispered, your voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability.

You thought back on the advice from the others. All those times Theo was quiet, just watching. Listening.

Theodore’s expression softened, a rueful smile gracing his lips as he reached out to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. “Would you have listened, Bella?”

You could feel the subtle tension dissipate as Theodore's touch lingered on your cheek, and with a gentle swallow, you met his gaze, a playful glint dancing in your eyes as you considered his question.

"Perhaps not," you replied, your voice as teasing as the grin gracing your lips. “I am quite stubborn, aren’t I?”

Theo chuckled, and you were going to leave it at that, remain silent and enjoy the moment for what it was, but as your eyes found his once more, a surge of honesty flooded your senses, rendering you momentarily breathless. The subtle rise and fall of his chest, the way his lips curved up while donning that devilish smirk of his, the sensation of his thumb brushing against your cheek—it was simply all too much to ignore.

"But, you should know,” you confessed softly, "I truly only wanted to go with you."

Theodore blinked, his gaze flickering with surprise at your admission, as if he hadn't expected you to voice your feelings so openly. But there was no denying the electricity crackling in the air between you, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken desires that had lingered beneath the surface for far too long. His fingers threaded gently through your hair, coaxing your face closer to his, and you couldn’t help but lean into his touch, feeling the warmth of his breath against your skin.

"Dances have never really been my thing, Bella..." his voice, a mere whisper, sent your limbs shuddering with nerves. Your fingers trembled slightly against his shoulders, the only anchor keeping you grounded in the intensity of the moment. "But I'd slow dance across the entire castle with you if you asked..."

Leaning closer, Theodore's breath mingled with yours, the warmth of his words sending a shiver down your spine. As he leaned closer, you could hear the subtle hitch in his breath, the tremor in his exhale.

"I was a fool...” as he hovered inches from your lips, you could feel the heat of his breath against your skin, the tension between you reaching its breaking point. “…for not mustering the courage to ask you myself.”

You wet your lips, your eyes bouncing all over his face, your entire body trembling with urgency, with need, with hunger. You’d hardly even heard his words at this point.

“Tell me, Bella…." he breathed, the words longing for an absolution only you could grant him. “Will you ever manage to forgive me?”

With a mischievous glint in your eyes, you leaned as close as you could possibly get, your lips just barely grazing against his, savouring the moment for every bloody second it had.

"Kiss me," you murmured through a grin, your voice barely above a whisper, "and perhaps…just perhaps, I'll find it in my heart to forgive you."

With that, he dipped low, two strong hands finding your face, capturing your lips with his, and you sighed, lids closing, reaching to forage into his hair. A soft exhale escaped him, the kiss deepening, and he cradled your head, holding you closer, his other hand falling to support your neck, thumb skimming your jaw.

You whined, joy glowing in your chest, and you eased against his body, the both of you melting into each other, melting into the moment, the sound of the rain and the rhythmic tune of the slowdance fading away in the foreground.

And as he slowly pulled away from the kiss, Theodore's eyes met yours again, blue orbs shimmering brighter than the moon.

"I’d spend a lifetime making it up to you," he vowed softly, urging your head to rest gently against his chest. "Starting with this dance."

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[romeosharpae]

“SAVE YOUR TEARS”

theodore nott x reader

content warning : extremely toxic relationship, cursing, public sex, mature language, explicit adult content, rough sex?, degrading, theodore nott x female reader, oral (f receiving), toxic! theodore nott.

parts : 1,2,

You're sure that if you were to ask anyone with common sense what they thought about you and Theodore Nott's relationship, they'd say it should be against Wizarding law.

"I don't want to talk!" You reprimanded, folding your arms over your chest with a huff. Theodore Nott simply rolled his dead-like blue eyes at your enraged lie.

Looking up at him, you could've sworn a twisted smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "C'mon baby, you're hurting my feelings." He mocked your soft voice.

"You don't have feelings." You mumbled, frustration growing in your voice. Theodore lowly chuckled, leaning his face down to kiss you but you turn away. "Get off of me, Nott, I need to go to Transfiguration."

Theo wrapped a veiny hand around your forearm when you tried to push past him, pulling you back to the stone wall. This time Theodore placed both his hands aside your head, trapping you between him and the wall. From the look on his pale face, you could tell that he knew you were still upset.

But how could you not be?

"Go back to wherever you were last--" Theodore scoffed loudly, drowning out the seething words leaving your lips.

"Are you kidding me?" He snapped. Even though you hated when he used that tone towards you, you weren't to back down. No, you were not about to apologize to Theodore and end up on your knees seconds later just to stop his yelling this time around.

"Funny. Those are the same exact words I repeated last night as I waited around thirty minutes for you." You shot back.  "You know, Theodore.. I really do hate y--"

"Watch your mouth." He warned.

"What's her name, huh?" You continued. Theodore's jaw clenched from anger. He can handle every insult you threw his way, but Theodore really hated when you accused him of being with someone else. "Is it Greengrass? She didn't learn from the last time I dragged her by her root--?!"

You recalled the last time one of Theodore's hook-ups confronted you, and the amount of Slytherin's it took to get you off of her. As previously said before, you were a sweet girl, but the side of you that Theodore brought out, wasn't as friendly or sweet..

"Shut up, you're not even that type of girl." Oddly enough, Theodore was right, you were not the type of a girl to threaten to physically hurt someone, especially over him. The more you thought about it, the more stupider that you sounded by saying that.

You were so stupid.

Had you not been stupid you wouldn't be in this predicament with the emotionless Slytherin brunette. You would've ran for this hills the moment he made it clear your relationship was just a friend-with-benefits dynamic, knowing you wanted more. Theodore knew you were stupid, so vulnerable, and he took advantage of that.

And that made your eyes began to well with tears, eyesight becoming blurred. Before you could even get the chance to control yourself, you began sobbing loudly. How could it even be possibly to hate someone yet love them as much as you do Theodore Nott?

Lucky for your image, everyone else was in class, or you would've looked like a complete maniac to the bystanders.

"Fuck..." Theodore deeply exhaled. The sobbing only became louder as he wrapped his arms around your figure, the heat from his body which was usually comforting seeming insufferable. "What's wrong..? What did I do?"

"Everything!"

You pushed yourself away from him, completely catching your lover off guard. During the years that you've known each other, never have you pushed him away. Even if he was the reasoning behind your distress, you still allowed him to comfort you.

"My best friend hates me!" You cried out, sadness easily detected in your tone. "She won't even talk to me!"

"Why would she hate you?"

Hate was complete exaggeration and you definitely knew that. Hermione Granger actually doesn't hate you. But you don't doubt for a moment she was extremely upset and disappointed with you; You, and everybody else could see the anger on her face when Theodore walked with you, hand-in-hand, inside the Great hall the morning following your rekindling at the Black lake.

"Umm, because I keep putting myself in the same unhealthy situation with you--" You said the obvious and your voice cracks.

Unhealthy situation (toxic).

Despite you being upset in the moment, you knew to avoid having Theodore's patience with you snapping, you shouldn't call it that.

He hated when you or outsiders would name your relationship that.. He claimed that although it had its flaws-way more than the common couple, it wasn't toxic.

But it was!

"Merlin." Theodore hissed, irritated. "Why does it matter what she thinks, Y/N?" Theo's continued rambles make you frown. "Granger and Weasley can not even admit they like each other--Why would she even care?"

"Because she's my friend!"

You could tell he wished she wasn't..

"Friends care about each other, Theodore. Unlike you and yours, me and Hermione are not just friends because it makes us look good." You started hypocritically, and a small frown spreads on the brunette's lips. "So of course she's not going to want me to be with someone who treats me like.. crap!"

You were telling the actual truth. The little patience that he had for you during your outburst has fully vanished as he grabbed the back of your neck, harshly forcing you to look into his dark blue eyes. "Don't say that, Y/N."And you could see the anger rising in his face although he had no right to be mad,

Hermione would tell you that the worse part about you and Theodore's situation was that you knew he disregarded your emotions yet you still went back. It ashamed you how Theodore had you wrapped around his finger. And you fully knew that a toxic relationship was bad enough, but it was even worse if both parties knew the reality of it.

And perhaps that's what led you sob even louder in the moment. Or why you wrapped your arms around Theodore, letting your emotions off into his chest. The brunette's hands slides up from your neck into the back of your head, rubbing you in comfort.

"Aren't the two of you suppose to be in class right now?" Flinch, who guarded the corridors questioned nastily.

If looks could kill, Flinch would be unresponsive on the ground from the way that Theodore turns to glare at him. You pulled away from him, despite the protest your body was giving you, and wiped your tears. There's Concern is written over the squibs face as he watched pull yourself together.

Your attempt to walk away and to Transfiguration fails against when Theodore repeated his earlier action by pulling you back to him. "Stop crying." Theodore's large hands cups your face, bringing you to meet him in a gentle yet powerful kiss.

Merlin, you really hated Theodore, just everything about him. But unfortunately for your sanity, you found yourself loving those same things undefinably.

Did Theodore Nott love you?

You found it sad that you knew the complicated answer to that overly question.  Yet here you were standing, knuckles practically forced between your lips, one leg pressed into the wooden bookshelf as Theodore ate you out like a starved man.

His tongue was roughly swirling against on your clitoris, annually sucking up the juices he earned from you. Your heart was beating rapidly, chest heaving up and down. And you didn't know weather this adrenaline rush was from the pleasure you were feeling or because you were in the schools library.. Or because on the other side of the bookcase was Harry Potter and Hermione Granger.

A person who Theodore had just wrongly accused you of flirting with and wanting to fuck, and the other who probably wishes upon a well that you'd leave him alone. Clearly, the brunettes motives behind wanting to take you right here were clear. And had he not preformed a silencing charm on the two of you, your sure they would've heard your whining and his sucking, slurping, and curses. But a silencing charm wouldn't have stopped someone, anyone, from walking by and seeing the two of you in this obscene state, and that makes you throb, lowly moaning.

"Theo--" You sob.

Theodore growled against your wet flesh, bringing your body closer to him by the hand that he had on your waist. "You want more?"

Despite it being so sick, you nod.

And you knew the sickness behind this situation was what caused that large smile to smile across his full pink lips. He pushed your leg further back into the bookshelf, allowing himself more access before burying his face in-between your thighs once again.

You were absolutely terrified of what would happen had somebody saw you like this, vaginal area on display as the same boy you'd just been fighting with in the courtyard made a embarrassing mess out of you, the rumors that would be spread about you would tarnish your reputation for sure.

You squeeze your eyes shut, butting down further on your knuckles as you roll yourself against his pleasuring tongue.

You could feel your release approaching, probably only one tongue swipe away from getting it out of you. But Theodore ripped his mouth away from you, like you did not deserve your release, and it's gone with the wind. He was such a tease, and you really hated that. Theodore slapped your hand away when you tried to pull his head back between your thighs. Theodore stands to his feet, towering over your height like a tree as usual, and you watched as his fingers frantically went to unbuckle his belt. The desperation clear, the burning fire, behind his eyes as he started at you lets you know that Theodore Nott was seriously about to fuck you until were completely incoherent.

Harshly, Theodore manhandled you around until your back was facing him. Now, your chest was pushed up against the cold bookshelf and due to a few missing books, you could currently see both Hermione and Harry sitting down at a table, studying. Had one of them looked up and stared in your direction, your sure they'd see your face. This makes you hiss out, wanting to look away but Theodore roughly grabbed your jaw, keeping you in place before you could even get the chance.

"Hold it," He breathed out, and without a second thought you scrunched up the plaid school skirt you wore in your hands. Your breath hiked, "'He's no good for you, Y/L/N'" Theodore gritted in your ear, mocking your best friend. Before you could defend her honor, you felt him buried deep inside of you.

"Why don't you fuck my other best friend instead?" Your body knocked into the bookshelf at every hard thrust he gave you. From the way Theodore had you stretched around him your jaw drops, a strangled moan escaping from it loudly. "But you'd like that wouldn't you? He's what you want?"

You would admit that Harry Potter was an attractive boy. He was nice to you, always offered to help you with things, or walk you back to your house after class. And to say that you never thought he liked you would be a lie. But why would you want anything to do with Harry when you had Theodore?

Your eyes squeezed shut. At your lack of response to his question, Theodore pounds into you painfully harder, no doubt realizing that you are actually thinking about the question. "But I'm what you need, Y/N. He can't ever do the things that I do to you, remember that." You whine like a neglected infant at that, for more perhaps?

You stand up on you are tipped toes, attempting to brush an little bit of the pleasuring pain you were feeling but Theodore wasn't going for it. He wrapped his hand around your throat, forcing your back to his chest, whispering harshly in your ear, "Stop running, Take it."

Your pull your lower lip between teeth, attempting to stop yourself from screaming as you finally came undone. Tears began to fall from your glistening eyes, landing on the white button up blouse that were wearing.

Theodore ruts himself into you even harder, holding you in place by your throat to get himself off and nearly cutting off your airway. Although you didn't entirely mind.

As previously said, you enjoyed everything Theodore Nott had to offer you, even the not exactly mentally sane stuff. Theodore finally pulled himself out of you, and you were that he was about to finish. That was until he spun your around to face him, placed his hands underneath your kneecap, and hauled you up. Without even having to be asked,  you wrapped your legs around his waist.

You also took Theodore's lips into yours without having to be asked. Your trembling hands catered his face, tongue sliding over his in an extremely sloppy manner.

But the kiss was disconnected, your teeth baring with a hiss when he slips back in you. Theodore was pace was different this position, a lot more slower and deep, almost meaningful. "You think he'll still like you if he saw us?" He challenged, panting heavily.

"You wouldn't even care, would you?" He chuckled, giving you a smile that displays all his pretty pearly white teeth. "Because I'm all you need, right?"

You nodded your head, agreeing.

"Merlin Nott, you're such asshole!"

You had not even realized that you were crying.. not until you felt Pansy Parkinson hands brush against your cheeks. Her other hand was on your back, attempting to soothe you but it was failing to work.

Theodore looked at you with dead eyes. Yet even then you could see the amusement behind them, almost taunting you. And that made you that much angrier. You picked up an object from the table, launching at the brunette. "I...I hate you! S-So much!"

Theodore dodged it, the same way he does every time you tried throwing something at him while arguing. "Crazy little bi--"

Crazy?

Truthfully, you were in disbelief at the word that just escaped Theo's mouth. How dare he have the nerve to say you were behaving crazy? How dare he? Not when Theodore just basically called you clingy and told you to fuck off in front of his friends.

The embarrassment hurt just as bad as any other time he denied your relationship in and out closed doors. How could he just call things off whenever he felt like it? And you realize that you gave him that confidence by crawling back each time he did.

You're the reason that Theodore felt so comfortable treating you like something off the bottom of his shoe whenever he felt like it. And who was to say that that would change if there was a label on your situation?

"Why do you keep doing this to me?!" You spoke to him and his jaw clenched. "Merlin What did I do to deserve this?" You cried more to yourself this time.

Ever since you welcomed Theodore back in your life at the Black Lake, you have found your self crying so much more. Why did you have to love someone so nonchalant? So evil Why couldn't you love someone like Harry.. or even Draco Malfoy would be better.

Anything was better than someone that was selfish like Theodore Nott. You have dug yourself into this to insane misalliance because you have allowed him to be so selfish with your love that he didn't even deserve.

“Y--You don’t even deserve me...” You admitted said to him, sniffling. “So hey Nott, fuck you.” You wanted to launch something else at Theodore, shout, cry some more but that was the reaction that he wants from you. “Fuck you, Theodore Nott!” His jaw clenched at those words, expression twisting.

He wanted to see you insane at his hands, break yourself until you had other choice but to come to him comfort.

You snatched yourself out of Pasny’s grip, Theodore wore an expression that you couldn’t quite read because it’s so unfamiliar. Regret? Confusion? You couldn’t tell.

And for that you could not contain yourself from throwing a pillow at him. “You will never find someone better than me!”

You both knew that.

Then you breathlessly laughed, “And that’s disappointing because you’ll never ever have me again, Theodore Nott.”

Part four >>>

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[talesofadragon]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞

Summary: Theodore Nott came to learn that an inciting incident can alter the course of history. Lucius Malfoy’s fall led to Draco’s dark mark and the death of Dumbledore. The rise of the Dark Lord urged Harry Potter into hiding and Death Eaters into prominence. And then there was Amycus Carrow, with his tainted hands on Y/N, who forced Theodore Nott to do the unforgivable.

Warnings: Sexual assault, attempted rape, graphic description of violence, panic attacks

Pairing: Theodore Nott x Non-Slytherin!Reader

Genre: Angst | Hurt/Comfort

Word count: 5.8K

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𝐅𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐥𝐬. The lines between the two flow steadily, each following its own cadence. And yet, despite their distinct course and the light years between them, they somehow find a way to draw parameters of joint space. Somehow, someway, they eventually overlap—meeting each other at the apex of catalysts and the twists between junctures to shape history and write the present.

Today starts like most stories do: quaint and subtle, setting the tone for an inciting incident that will tip this fable on its axis.

It’s a typical day, or as typical as it could get during Y/N’s last year at Hogwarts. She’s sitting at the far end of her Defense Against the Dark Arts class, donning the same apprehensive expression as all her classmates. The turmoil that governs the halls is a jarring contrast to the flourishing and effervescent school of witchcraft and wizardry Hogwarts once was.

In this mangled reality, there are specks of the idyllic tales she’s heard about, and witnessed, growing up. Slytherins and Gryffindors sustain their infamous rivalry while in search of their individual purpose, purebloods hold themselves on par with Merlin himself, and more often than not, students find refuge in a forgotten nuke in Hogwarts when the burden of magic becomes too heavy to bear.

In the first drafts of the story, Hogwarts held its students under one embrace. But now, as we’re nearing a hazy end, an isolating veil drapes over the school, fracturing it into fewer than four houses and dividing it more than ever before.

“Now, as Barty Crouch Junior has so tirelessly shared, you have already been acquainted with Merlin’s three most formidable spells,” Alecto Carrow, one of Voldemort’s trusted Death Eaters explains. Her heels dig into the marble floors of the classroom, their screeches ricocheting across the walls in warning. 

“The Unforgivables,” her brother Amycus eagerly finishes. His yellow teeth wither under the dim light of the darkened sun as his arms open wide. It’s unsettling how he and his sister welcome such misfortune so openly.

As it happens every single time the Carrow twins revel in the darkest boulevards of magic, Y/N shifts in her seat until she’s nearly imperceptible. Each time, her eyes rove the expanse of the classroom, seeking out the comfort of peculiar hazel eyes. Within just ten seconds, her wandering gaze comes to rest on the idle brown walls, a weight of defeat settling upon her.

Upon her reluctant return to Hogwarts this year, Y/N was met with a torrent of unimaginable changes, starting with students being separated not only based on their house but also their blood status.

Purebloods became a procession of peacocks—majestic, refined, otherworldly. Only allowed to flick around with students of the same upper class. 

Half-bloods, on the other hand, belong to inconsistent ideologies. They teeter on the precipice of honor, waiting for Death Eaters like Umbridge and whoever else is in the Ministry to decide their fate. 

Muggleborns, it's best not to get started.

Y/N doodles a few meaningless shapes, swirling her quill around the parchment as she thinks of Theodore. Lately, it's become increasingly difficult to talk to him, let alone spot him, with all the changes in place.

Her classmates know she’s not paying attention and that she's only pretending she has her nose buried deep in her notes. Her quill, which scratches against the parchment, is nothing but a ruse to get the Carrows off her scent. 

This class truly has nothing to offer except for a modicum of nostalgia and a barrage of abuse, so if the Carrows are so gullible to believe that Y/N is actively listening, then so be it. 

By now, she takes it a step further, looking up to meet the eyes of the young children brought forth by the Carrows. She’s mastered the art of stoicism to a T, gazing at their expressions without showing a measly emotion. But every single time, she finds herself transported eons back to a time when things were drastically better.

Her memories vary, depending on whatever catalyst she encounters. She recalls seeing a girl with ginger waves once, and her mind acted on autopilot, bringing her back to the times she and her friends would huddle in their common room to animatedly talk about the latest Weasley prank. 

At the previous hints of pink, she remembered Umbridge when she was finally escorted outside of Hogwarts grounds. 

And today, her memories are not too different. Bittersweet at best and wistful at most. 

She finds a boy biting down on his lower lip. He’s a Gryffindor, judging by the color of his tie, more so by his audaciousness when he decides to lift his head and contain his fear. His eyes are hazel, edging closer to honey brown underneath the dim light of the classroom. And her mind is cruel enough to conjure the image of Theodore hovering above her naked body with lustful hazel eyes and abused fiery lips. 

Theodore doesn’t particularly fancy his eye color—he doesn’t quite fancy much about himself. He’s not oblivious to his popularity, but unlike Draco Malfoy, who shines like the stars, Theodore Nott glows like the moon in a dance of subtlety and intensity; a paradoxical luminosity that always leaves Y/N in awe. 

He never particularly bothered her during their first couple of years at Hogwarts, which explains why they never interacted until their fifth year. Back when Umbridge was foul toward the student population, especially vile toward anyone of lesser blood. 

Dennis Creevey, who had been a first-year at that time, fell victim to her malice. His penance for being born to muggle parents was bloodily etched on his hand. Y/N tried to help him, even though her own hand was hurting just as badly. The healing spells didn’t counter the dark magic infused in the quills, and while she could handle the pain, the poor eleven-year-old couldn’t. 

"May I?" a voice softly breathed from behind her, causing her to jump slightly. She turned to see the unexpected sight of Theodore Nott, dressed in an emerald green tie and an aura of pristine silver. Y/N's breath caught in her throat, and her hands trembled, a reaction heightened by the delicate hints of cinnamon swirling in the air.

When Theodore pulled out his wand, Dennis cowered. And to her surprise, Theodore’s face fell. Yet he quickly covered his crestfallen expression with a mask of pure stoicism.

Y/N’s gaze meandered away from the Slytherin and settled on the young Gryffindor. “It’s okay, Dennis,” she recalled herself saying at the time, even though she hadn’t mentally given her words the green light to tumble out of her mouth. Both Dennis and Theodore seemed equally surprised, turning their heads her way. “He’s not going to hurt you.” 

Maybe it was the softness of Theodore’s hazel eyes, or maybe it was how he abstained from touching the boy's bruised hand and elected to kneel to his level. To this day, Y/N doesn’t know what exactly made her fall for Theodore at that exact moment in time. 

Yet, all she knows in certainty is that she’s in love with Theodore Aurelius Nott. Pureblood, Slytherin Elite, Son of Darkness. But what can she do if one glance at his hazel orbs leaves her drowning in the depths of his moonshine?

“Miss Y/L/N!” 

Y/N’s head jerks when a protruding voice disturbs her reverie. She chances a glance at the front of the classroom, finding Alecto Carrow’s lidded eyes on her. Bright and sage, a stark contrast to the malevolence nestled within them.

“Yes?” Y/N wonders aloud.

“Given your diligence in recording the theoretical aspect of The Unforgivables, I believe it’s time for you to engage in the practicalities of said lesson,” Alecto announces with a tone that leaves no room for negotiation or refutation. 

With a sharp nod, she ushers Y/N out of her seat, beckoning her over until she's two steps away from her. Y/N stands idly, unaware of whether she's going to role-play as the tormentor or the tormented. But her internal questions are answered the moment Amycus Carrow shoves the Gryffindor boy with hazel eyes into her line of sight.

"Go on." Alecto wears a sinister expression as she levels Y/N with a taunting smile. "Demonstrate your aptitude to the class.”

Y/N doesn't step back nor does she shy away. She clings to the apathetic front she's adopted from her boyfriend, her gaze falling on the young boy, and her thoughts drowning out Alecto's sharp voice. By the time Amycus asks her to draw out her wand, she's mustered up enough confidence to answer with a terse "no."

“What do you mean no, you insolent brat!” Alecto bellows, being the first to succumb to her temper. For a snake, she is known to be as hot-headed as a lion. 

“I refuse to perform any curse on anyone,” Y/N clarifies, purposefully refraining from calling her “professor.” And if she had half a brain cell, perhaps she would’ve figured it out. 

“Is that so?” Alecto challenges. 

“Yes.” 

“Very well, despicable half-breed. You know the rules. You’re either the rodent or the snake. Guess you’ll always be the former.” 

She's calm and aloof on the outside, but Y/N is dreading what’s coming next. She’s never fallen victim to the Cruciatus, though she has heard all about it from Theodore and his friends—even once from Harry. 

She watches with steady eyelashes as Alecto draws her wand and points it at her. Although the curse is released, and screams reverberate across the walls, both Alecto and Y/N remain silent.

To Y/N's horror, the young Gryffindor boy thrashes on the ground with clenched fists and agonizing wails. Above him, Amycus stands like a conductor, his wand beckoning the crooked notes of the boy's voice to rise to a crescendo.

Finally, the screams die down, extinguishing and feeding the anguish of every student at once. Amycus turns to address the class, dismissing them all except for one. “You go ahead, Alecto,” he directs toward his sister. “If the little mouse wishes to squeak, then she’ll have to suffer graver consequences than what you have to offer.” 

Whatever Amycus has in mind seems to appease Alecto. Her expression is mirthful as she grabs the robes of the young Gryffindor boy and sweeps him out of the class, using his body as a cleaning broom. 

The students all file out, their glances lingering on Y/N. As the last of the students leaves, Amycus turns to the young girl. 

“Your wand, Miss Y/L/N,” he demands. Y/N debates not giving it to him, but she knows if she doesn’t, he’ll come and collect it himself. So, she reluctantly hands it over. “Ah, pretty little thing. What’s the core?”

“Dragon heartstring.” 

“Fitting for a spitfire like you.” 

“I thought I was a meek little mouse,” Y/N counters, making Amycus grin. 

“You are a lot of things, little girl,” he replies as he twirls her wand in his hand. “The wood?” 

“Larch.” 

“Enlighten me, Y/L/N,” Amycus voices out. If Y/N’s a mouse, then he seems to enjoy being a cat. His long and calloused fingers trace her wand while he circles her, trying to break her resolve. “What does the wood say about you?”

The question strokes her ear, carried by Amycus’ ghastly voice. Y/N stills, not seeing where he’s going. She jolts as Amycus taps the wand against her thigh, particularly the exposed skin between her skirt and stockings. 

“It’s best paired with wizards and witches who possess hidden talents,” she replies tersely. 

The hum coming from her side indicates that Amycus is listening—paying attention, though, not so much, considering he’s rather preoccupied with poking her skin with her wand while rotating around her. 

He’s playing with his food, Y/N tells herself, knowing this is just another trick of his. Somewhere in his sadist brain, his senses are sparking with delight at the prospect of Y/N’s discomfort, relishing the power he has over her.

A part of her wants to jam her wand in his eyes, pluck his eyeballs out, and proceed to stuff each in his nostrils. But another part of her stands idle, not even blinking as he keeps up his ministrations. 

Amycus smiles, taking up more of her personal space. Y/N’s senses are lit on fire as he traces her wand across her body. “Is your mouth a part of those talents, filthy witch? You don’t talk much, but rotten girls like you must know how to use their mouths.”

“To scream, I presume,” Y/N breathes. Her quip hits Amycus right in the face, and the maniac grins. His face is painted with a nefarious glee, that of a predator eager to feast on its prey. 

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The unsettling sensation against her ribs dissipates when Amycus pulls the wand away, but the apprehension still lingers. As she mentally prepares herself for the inevitable pain that comes along with the Cruciatus, Amycus’ hand cups her chin, and his molten lips crash against hers. The sensation is so crippling and unfavorable it sends her tumbling back into the table.

The pressure on YN’s cheeks intensifies until it becomes sharp and metallic. Fingers dig into her flesh, paving a path for Amycus’ tongue to follow. Though her hands slap against his chest, legs flailing around, he continues his exploration in the depths of her throat. 

It feels like he’s finally thrown her off a cliff, yet with all the energy Y/N can muster, she pushes his body away and slaps him across the face. 

He looks at her with unadulterated rage. Y/N forgoes reading his face in favor of bolting toward the door. But before she reaches the handle, she’s yanked back by her robes. The fabric tears, as does her heart. Amycus then throws her on top of the teacher’s desk and catches both her wrists in his hand. 

“Pitty your blood is impure, little witch. If you had to match your filthy mouth with something, I’d rather it be your pussy than your blood.” 

“Get off me,” Y/N enunciates with a quiver in her voice. It seems to feed Amycus’ wicked desires because she suddenly finds him nipping at her neck in pure delight. 

“You’ve disobeyed my direct order. When witches are bad, they’re punished.”

“You’re sick!” 

“And you’re delicious.” 

Y/N takes a deep breath, burying his face further in the junction between her neck and shoulder. His kisses are filthy, heavy, frigid. They make her body feel like ice—they make her feel as if she's been snatched and thrown into the depths of the Dark Lake. 

Amycus' hands grab her waist and flip her over until her gaze meets the darkness of the desk’s wood. If the sensation of the wand against her thigh left acid in her mouth, then Amycus’ fingers left her with bile overwhelming her senses.

“What a pretty little ass you’re hiding under here. It was made to be ruined.”

Y/N doesn’t have time to panic. In fluid movements, Amycus lifts her skirt, rips off the shorts she typically wears beneath, and spanks her ass. 

She yelps, struggling against the hand against her back that’s keeping her on the desk. She’s hit one more time and then two and three. The slaps are forceful and fiery, leaving her skin scalded and singed. 

A roar erupts from the depths of her soul when she feels a finger easing her thong. The force of her scream catches Amycus off guard, enough for Y/N to elbow him and dive to the ground for her wand. 

“Cruc—”

“Oh, so now you want to cast it!” 

With ease, Amycus manages to slap Y/N’s wand away. He ruthlessly places his palm against her stomach, pushing her back to the ground. 

Her head aches from the force of the blow, a scream barrelling through the space between her lips when Amycus towers over her, digging his obsidian nails into her skin. 

“It’s a shame that the most delightful toys happen to be the filthiest. Maybe this will teach you and your kind that you will forever remain beneath us.”

Y/N cries as Amycus incapacitates her lips. She squirms underneath his body, vaguely aware of the fabric he’s tearing in half, though oblivious to what clothing item it belongs to. 

She tries to non-verbally cast a spell, but her mind is too distracted to focus on the incantation. All she knows is that she needs to get Amycus off her. And yet, no amount of strength in her hands or her spells manages to draw him to a stop. 

His spit traces her lower lip, tantalizingly closing the distance between her mouth and collarbone. Y/N shudders, bellowing at the thought of his saliva trailing her skin. 

She wails, screams, and shouts until she realizes that Amycus probably cast Silencio without her knowing. Though futile, she tries to push his body weight off her, even resorts to kicking his ribs. 

It doesn’t work... until by some miracle from Merlin himself Amycus’ body flies toward the back wall, releasing her.

Scene End

Y/N gasps, pushing her palms against the tiled floor and lifting herself to a sitting position. Her chest heaves as she looks at the discarded fabric of her skirt, the scattered buttons of her shirt, and the remains of her robe that are haphazardly strewn across the room. 

Faint sounds register at the back of her mind. A heavy breath, mirroring her own, emanates from behind, accompanied by an erratic heartbeat that matches hers. Amidst it all, she picks up on Amycus’s forlorn groans, muffled by the surrounding darkness. Resilient ropes now bind his hands and feet, rendering him completely motionless.

“Get Y/N out of here,” a voice orders. It’s far away—at least, Y/N thinks so. But despite the fog around its edges, she can somehow sense the enmity lacing it. 

Before she can process the shadows creeping closer to her side, a robe is draped over her shoulders as arms wrap securely around her.

She thrashes against the man holding her, trying to repel his hands from her body. “It’s okay, Y/N,” he says in a low octave. “It’s okay. You’re okay. You’re safe. I promise you. He can't touch you anymore.” 

The voice carries a bit of an edge, yet it’s the most soothing sound she’s heard all day. Her lips quiver as she internally fights with her thoughts, head spinning and shaking in defeat. 

The halls around her move fast, time seemingly irrelevant at this point. She’s crying and mumbling incoherently, burying her face in the fabric of this stranger’s clothes, which smell like a familiar blend of mint and citrus. 

The robe is wrapped tighter around her shoulders, and she receives a faint squeeze as she’s brought up a staircase. Words are whispered, a door is opened, and voices mingle with one another until a delicate tone enters her headspace.

“Draco, who’s that you’re carrying?” 

“It’s Y/N,” the male voice, the one belonging to Draco, replies. Draco kicks open a door and places Y/N on the bed. She wails even more at the action, curling herself into a ball—at this point, she doesn’t know if she should be relieved or terrified.

“What the hell happened to her?” 

“Lower your voice, Pansy! Can’t you see she’s scared enough?” 

Pansy stutters for a few seconds before asking again, “Who did this to her?” 

Draco hesitates, looking between the two young women. “Amycus,” he replies. And though it’s barely a mumble, it’s enough to send Y/N spiraling. 

Pansy’s jade eyes tread carefully as they peer over Y/N’s frail body. She sees the red marks on her hands and the blood that seeps from the cuts on her face. “Cruciatus?” she asks, but something in her tone makes it obvious that it’s just wishful thinking. 

“No,” Draco answers. Y/N’s sniffles and shudders fill the air as Pansy and Draco exchange silent glances. Y/N clutches her throat, rubbing it to try and get herself more oxygen. 

“What do we do?” 

Draco's footsteps echo as he retreats toward the door. “You're going to her clean up. If Theo hasn’t killed Amycus yet, I’m going to join him in his pursuit.”

There was something in that last line that clamped agony around Y/N’s heart, squeezing like a vice. She wept, only vaguely conscious of Pansy’s soothing touch in her hair and the remnants of Draco's anger looming around the room.

The mirror in the bathroom captures two girls in its glassy frame. One of them is put together while the other looks worse for wear. Y/N stares at her wild reflection, moroseness painting her irises. A tiny sob escapes her barely parted lips, and Pansy decides to tear Y/N’s attention away from the broken girl staring at them through the mirror. 

She softly holds Y/N's hand and helps her to the shower, turning her head when Y/N undresses and then carefully cleans her blotched skin. Once they’re done, she lends Y/N some pajamas and underwear, giving her the privacy and space to change into them before helping her dry her hair.

Wordlessly, Pansy leads Y/N away from the mirror. Her grip is firm as she swings open the bathroom door. Y/N squints against the sudden invasion of light from the room beyond. Her gaze takes in the expanse of her surroundings and the rich emerald hue of the Head Dorm's walls. Then, her eyes lock on two men. One with platinum blond hair and the other with brunette locks, both embracing the shadows with deadly intent in their fiery eyes.

She bristles, caught between shying away and clutching the attention she’s receiving from them. Y/N doesn’t dwell on their appearance for too long, afraid to develop the ability to read their eyes and stumble across the shame and pity possibly nestled within them. 

Pansy whispers something under her breath, which Y/N fails to hear under the barrage of despondency she finds herself in. She feels Pansy’s hesitant touch on her forearm, briefly catching her and Draco retreating away, the door to the room closing behind them in a soft thud. 

Silence runs freely around the room, undeterred by the confined space. Its loudness disturbs Y/N, forcing her to wince. She wills herself to say something, but all the words are lodged in her throat, searing it from the inside out.

Theodore takes a deep breath, the sound piercing the stillness in the air. But his words don’t leave his mouth the same way his gaze never paces beyond a fixed point on the ground. 

“Why are you not looking at me?” Y/N asks. She’s surprised that she’s articulated her thoughts even though she doesn’t have enough strength to speak.

Theodore shakes his head. “I can’t”. His words have finally forced his gaze away from the ground, although he’s refusing to settle it on her.

“I wouldn’t look at me either. I get it.” Y/N sniffles. Darkness clouds her sight. She’s tired and aching, barely finding her grip on reality. 

She wants to scream, and she wants to cry, but it’s like she doesn’t know how. Like her mainframe has been hijacked and forced to shut down. 

Something in her periphery catches her attention. Theodore is now standing before her, hands trembling by his sides. They move to embrace her waist, to hold her shoulders, to cup her face; but they never do. They only trace invisible lines that mirror her figure. It’s then that she notices the fray in his gaze. Instead of the rejection and the indifference she expected to find, there’s dejectedness, misery, and pain. 

“I would look at you forever if you let me,” Theodore answers with his hands hanging in the space between them. “If you would still allow me.”

“Touch me,” Y/N retorts. Hold me, find me, fix me, love me.

And Theodore does just that with unprecedented gentleness. He traces her cheeks with his thumb and pulls her by the waist closer to his side. His nose nuzzles her neck, breathing in her scent. His lips press against the shell of her ear, his warm breath penetrating her soul and sending a fond tingle down her spine. 

He touches her, not like she’s a porcelain doll or a bomb about to detonate. Theodore touches her like she’s the most precious piece of art he’s ever encountered, and he’s afraid that even one stumbled breath could force her colors away.

“I love you,” he confesses. A loan tear accompanies his declaration, inscribing the words on the fabric of Y/N’s soul. “And I am so sorry. So sorry, my love, for what my absence and negligence have put you through.”

“Theo…”

“No, Y/N. Don’t. Don’t try to say anything.” 

Theodore wipes her tears, gently tucking some loose strands of her hair behind her ears. Y/N nods, allowing her boyfriend to hoist her in his arms and carry her to bed. She hides her face in his neck, absorbing the lingering traces of his sandalwood perfume. 

When he places her on the bed, she notices the change in his demeanor as soon as she tangles her legs with his and rushes to press his hands against his chest. Her eyes fill with tears, and she fails to prepare herself for the rejection that she’s afraid might be rushing her way. 

To her astonishment, Theodore pulls her into a tighter hug, as if seeking a connection beyond the surface, binding together not only their skin but also the intricate layers below—souls, hearts, atoms.

“Did he…” Theodore pauses, choking on unspoken words. “Did he go far?”

Y/N shook her head. “No. You and Draco came just in time.”

“Barely,” Theodore denies. A stolen glance gives Y/N a clear view of his clenched jaw and crestfallen expression. The war may be looming, yet to find its way to the Wizarding World, but it has already made a dominion in Theodore’s features. 

“Just in time.” Minutes pass while Y/N is cocooned protectively in between Theodore’s strong arms. They encase her, filling her being with the placidity and the tenderness that was robbed of her some time ago. Her eyes close, darkness not as fearful as it seemed now that Theodore’s hands are weaving through her hair, and his voice is carrying a tender lullaby. “How did you know?”

Theodore’s hands falter and the lullaby ends on an abrupt note. His arms pull Y/N closer to his chest as he ruefully explains what happened, “A Gryffindor boy found me. He was frightened and jittery. At first, I thought it was because Draco and I were standing together. Then he said something about Defense class, the Carrows, and the Cruciatus. Your name got suddenly tangled in the gruesomeness of it all, so I rushed to the class as far as I could." 

“They wanted me to hurt him,” Y/N whispers in a small voice.

“I know.”

“I couldn’t do it.”

Theodore looks at her with glassy eyes. “I know you would never.” 

His hands sooth Y/N, featherless touches easing the altercation in her soul. She meets his gaze, heart shattering at the pain he harbors. She knows it’s not easy for Theodore to be a silent witness to torture and heartache, understanding his unconscious pursuit of absorbing pain and rooting it in his very being.

“Please,” she begins, “please, Theo. Don’t blame yourself.”

“I’ve failed you.”

“You haven’t.”

He declines vehemently, “I promised to protect you from the darkness, within me and beyond me. And I have clearly done neither.”

You had no way of knowing! Y/N argued in her head. You, alone, cannot stop this madness! So many rebuttals swarmed her head. She wanted to pelt Theodore with every single one of them until some sense got knocked into him. “Darkness,” he says so loosely as if he’s ever exposed her to any of it. 

All her memories of Theodore exuded radiance, softness, and peace. He’s only ever steered her away from the darkness, whether it was from Umbridge’s rage back in their fifth year or Bellatrix’s terror at the end of their sixth. 

To hear him speak of himself like this, as if he’s one of them, a shadow branded by the mark of death, hurts her more than everything Amycus did to her. 

“What did you do to Amycus?”

The name causes Theodore’s heart to falter beneath the palm of Y/N’s hands. Her eyes trace the veins of his neck, astounded by the voraciousness of their color as his anger escalates. “Do not say that vermin’s name.” 

Darkness, Theodore would call it if he sees himself now. And yet, all the world is witnessing according to Y/N is a darker shade of love and concern: just as sincere, a lot more warm. 

“Carrow,” she concedes. “What did you do to Carrow?”

“I wanted to kill him,” Theodore answers, studying Y/N’s face for a reaction. “I almost killed him.” If he was looking for disgust or worse, fear, he couldn’t find it.

“And why didn’t you?”

“Draco called for Snape.”

Y/N hums, absentmindedly reaching for Theodore’s hand. He hesitates when he feels her fingers entwining with his, his entire body tensing up. Y/N whines, and he takes a deep breath. His fingers lace hers, squeezing her hand before bringing it to his lips. 

“Are you in trouble?”

“No, treasure. No one but that scum is. Snape said nothing. He bound his hands and escorted him to his office.”

“Good,” Y/N replies.

“That’s not all,” Theodore intercedes, catching her attention. She shifts in his arms, waiting for his next words with a bated breath. “We’re getting out of here.”

“What?” came Y/N’s question, loud, sharp, and clear. It resonated across the room, its intensity surprising her.

“I didn’t kill him,” Theodore admits. He’s moved now, body peering away from Y/N’s hold to better study her features. She keeps them the way they are, with no sign of the acrimony or the resentment she suspects Theodore is looking for. “But I uttered the curse. Draco countered it somehow, and it rebounded. Hit the wall instead. It cracked it, the same way I cracked every single bone in his body and watched him bleed.”

As the words fill the space between them, Y/N rushes to grab Theodore’s hands. She inspects them, surprised to find them bruising. How did I not notice this? She whimpers at her late realization—her neglect. But now that his marred skin is beneath the scrutiny of her gaze, she notices that the blue and purple hues are rather dull in comparison to his story.

Almost as if Theodore understood her silent concerns, he says, “Cruciatus.” Y/N bristles, though her body is traitorous. It jolts, feeling the residue of the invisible needles and acid-laced knives. “Sectumsempra and a number of other curses that flew out of my mouth without thought when I saw you lying on the ground, bloody, bruised, broken. Torn apart by a mediocre middle-aged man, who deserves nothing but to be decapitated, torn limb by limb, until there’s not even a speck of his ashes left on the—”

“Theo,” Y/N calls. Her voice quivers, mirroring the tremble in her body provoked by those words. “Stop.”

“I’m sorry,” Theodore sniffs, head bending down. 

Y/N rushes to answer, shaking her head violently. “No. I can’t… I can’t watch you tear yourself apart over something you had no control over.”

“I—”

“Listen to me! Listen to me and not the lies inside your head. Does it hurt? Yes. Does it burn? More than a Fienfyre cast by the Dark Lord himself. But you weren’t there—no, Theo, come back to me and stop traveling in time inside your head.”

“I’m supposed to protect you,” Theo defended. “Merlin, Y/N. I was supposed to be there! To stop all of this from happening. You’re in pain more than I am. So, stop subduing my anger!”

“I’m subduing your self-deprecation! I’m not blaming you, and I will not fan the flames of your anger. You had no way, no way, of knowing Carrow would do this.”

“I’m supposed to protect you,” he answers with a little less fight and a lot more shame. 

“And you did, Theo,” Y/N assures, bringing herself closer to his side. “You got me out. You saved me. In time.”

“Barely!” Theodore screams, a deluge of tears running down his cheeks and burying his resolve in their undertow. “But I will save you this time. I’ll get you out. Both of us. I’ll take you away, somewhere you won’t be judged for your blood or your mistake in choosing me.”

“You’re not a mistake,” Y/N refutes, begging him to see. “Look at you. You call yourself a vision of darkness when your love and care are shining through.”

“My love is darkness, viciousness, and cruelty.” It’s almost as if he’s the one begging her to understand.

Tears cascade down Y/N’s cheeks, the saltiness and bitterness of them incomparable to Theodore’s words. “Your love is fierceness,” Y/N professes, taking Theodore’s breath away, “seamlessness, and warmth.”

“I made you live through pain,” Theodore pleads, hoping she agrees. But she doesn't.

“And I will live after it. With you.”

The confession shatters the last of Theodore’s resolve. He pulls Y/N closer, resting his chin atop her head and enveloping her in a secure embrace. “I’m so sorry,” he cries. His fingers weave through her hair, gripping the back of her head, anchoring himself in her presence—convincing himself that she’s here. “You are so strong, treasure. Stronger than life and death, brighter than light, and fiercer than shadows. I love you, my Y/N. And I swear on your head and on my mother’s last breath that I will protect you even if I have to do the unforgivable. No one will ever hurt you ever again.”

“I know,” Y/N nods as Theodore kisses the crown of her head. Each breath he takes, every word he utters, stitches through her soul, mending the threads of herself. “And I love you all the more for it.”

“You’ve endured a war. I’ll be damned if I let you face another,” Theodore promises, capturing Y/N’s lips and seamlessly merging his soul with hers.

Tomorrow remains uncertain, and control extends only so far across the horizon. Yet, with Theodore by her side, Y/N finds the darkness considerably less formidable. Even if he's willing to commit the unforgivable to shield her, forgiveness is a given. His love is the tranquility that follows the tempest, and she's ready to navigate through destruction with Theodore.

I never expected to write about a topic as painful and sensitive as SA or rape.

Hearing the multiple accounts of women around me made me see how these experiences are prevalent yet scarcely communicated. When I wrote this piece, it was with no intention to diminish the seriousness of the issue but rather use this platform as a conduit to raise the matter and bring it to light. Whether you’ve been personally impacted by this disheartening situation or witnessed someone close to you go through this, I want you to know that you are not alone. You are incredibly brave for enduring this, and there is no reason to feel ashamed. You lived through it and will live after it with even more fierceness and courage than you've ever had.

If you ever feel like talking, please know that I am here to listen, without judgment or reservation. 🤍

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Theo Nott x F!Reader "Revved"

Modern AU Biker!Theo

Tags: SMUT 18+ MDNI | Established Relationship | Forced Orgasm/Made to Cum | Multi O’s | Overstimulation | F!Penetration | Motorcycle Stimulation/Sex | Outdoor Sex | Oneshot | Chars over 21+ |

A|N: At the end

WC: 3272

Sum: Her Biker boyfriend, Theodore, takes her on a ride on his motorcycle. However, the bike feels a bit too good… making her feel all kinds of pleasure as they race down the winding roads.

She rapidly swipes an extra coat of mascara on her lashes upon hearing a knock on the door. She tosses the tube back in her makeup bag and gives herself a final once-over in the mirror.

A more insistent knock echoes just as she approaches the door.

“I’m coming!” She shouts, checking out the peephole to make sure it’s who she thinks it is.

She recognizes his messy brown waves and his signature sunglasses. Throwing open the door, she pulls him in for a hug. “Hey!”

Theo smiles as he hugs her tight. “Hey, bella.” He holds his motorcycle helmet in one hand and wraps his free arm tight around her waist. “Are you ready to go?” He looks down at her as he rubs her lower back

“Yeah, let me just grab my helmet and we can be off.”

The two share a quick kiss before she reaches for the helmet on the coffee table in her living room. His smile lingers a touch longer than usual, prompting her to narrow her eyes in suspicion.

“You’re earlier than you said you’d be.” Her gaze slides to him after glancing at the clock on the wall.

“No traffic.” Theo returns the look.

Holding her helmet, an exact match to the one Theo is clutching—a gift from him on their last anniversary—she leads him out the door.

“What’s that look on your face?” She tries to see his blue eyes beyond the dark sunglasses. His smirk grew the closer they got to his bike.

“What look? I always look like this.” He chews the gum in his mouth to one side.

She knew him well enough to know something was up. “What’s going on, Theo? What are you up to?”

“Nothing,” He puts on his helmet, hiding the grin he’s sporting. “I can’t be happy to see my girl?”

She narrows her eyes again before putting on her own helmet. Theo climbs onto his bike and waits for her to do the same.

“I suppose…” She's only halfway convinced. Despite that, she decides to let it go for the moment, fully aware that she'll revisit the topic later, perhaps after their first pit stop.

Silently, he waits for her to mount his bike. It's a routine they've repeated a dozen times, exploring the city and venturing into the mountains together. The scenery never fails to amaze her, and the sheer excitement of speeding down the road with the wind in her hair never loses its thrill.

Theo glances back, keeping a watchful eye to ensure she doesn't struggle while swinging her leg over the bike. Earlier, he had suggested she wear a flowy skirt for their evening ride. It was normal for him to request certain clothing items from her. However, as she attempts to arrange the ends of the fabric under her legs on the seat, she's already regretting the choice. The skirt proved to be a bit of a challenge for a motorcycle ride. Mindful of avoiding any unintentional flashing to passers-by, she took her time ensuring every part was neatly tucked in.

Theo was patient and waited for her to tap his shoulder to indicate she was ready since the helmet muffled her voice.

Tonight's plan was to take a ride along the meandering roads leading toward the mountains just as the sun began to set. It had been some time since they last took this route, and she was excited to see the breathtaking views again.

Once satisfied with her modesty, she tapped his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his waist.

Theo braced the bike and the engine roared to life. Nestling her face into his black leather jacket, she inhaled the familiar oaky fragrance that mingled with the metallic scent of the open air, creating a comforting warmth in her chest. With her knees snug against the back of his jean-clad thighs, she readied herself for acceleration.

A thunderous rev echoed as he zoomed down the street, sending her heart racing with adrenaline. She smiled wide from ear to ear as he picked up speed.

In the blink of an eye, her neighborhood vanished, and they found themselves on the expansive open road. The sky painted in hues of blues, oranges, and pinks washed over the landscape. He took a right turn and then they were off on the long stretch toward the mountains where he picked up speed.

She held on to him tight, keeping her weight on the bike's center. Her hands idly rubbed his chest while she enjoyed the surrounding scenery—countless trees and valleys on one side and massive mountains on the other.

At a red light, Theo reached up to his chest, gently intertwining his fingers with hers. Hugging him from behind, she showed her affection through 'I love you' squeezes. He reciprocated, squeezing her hand in return.

They entered the mountain roads, speeding past forests and lesser-known hiking trails, with no car in sight for miles. It was nice getting away from it all, leaving behind the stresses of the week as they sped past streetlights gradually illuminating their path.

Beneath her, the bike hummed pleasantly, the absence of her usual thick denim pants allowing her to feel the vibrations more intimately. Then Theo revved the engine, and the sensation escalated to something pleasurable. The vibrations surged through her like an electric current, causing a blush to creep across her cheeks.

The only thing between her clit and the seat was her cotton panties. She breathed through it and tried to relax against his back.

The engine revved higher and her fingers dug into his chest. She held him in a vice grip and shifted in her seat. The bike wavered and Theo turned his head for a moment to look back at her. He quickly moved his gaze to the road and continued the ride.

The bike seat’s vibration felt even more incredible. She shifted minutely, trying not to make the bike come unbalanced but the assault on her clit was becoming too much.

He sped off down the mountain road, but she wasn’t paying attention to the beautiful scenery anymore.

Her legs were shaking and her stomach muscles clenched as shockwaves rippled through her core. The orgasm hit her like a bus. She gasped and clung to Theo, fighting the urge not to rock her hips for some delicious added friction.

The pleasant release was quickly thwarted when the bike's unrelenting vibrations assaulted her now oversensitive clit.

She couldn’t stop the moans that escaped her as another orgasm was pulled from her. Her thighs clamped down on the bike as her body pulsed. Her cries of pleasure were audible in the wind as one orgasm melted into another and another.

The seat and her panties were soaked from the wetness making it harder to stay on. She felt herself sliding, but the death grip she had on Theodore kept her centered.

She must have been knocking the air out of his lungs with the strength of her grip but there had been no reaction from him at all, even when she screamed in pleasure.

The vibrations changed slightly giving her a break from the strong ones she’d been accosted with, and the orgasms finally stopped. She was sweating and gasping for breath.

She smacked his chest and could feel his body rumble with laughter. She smacked him again and he revved the engine higher and, oh, fuck… he was doing this on purpose.

Her clit throbbed to the point of pain as her body responded to the higher vibrations. She was on the brink of madness as more orgasms piled on top of one another.

She started paying attention to her surroundings again when the bike began to slow, striking gravel. Her panting was more audible without the motorcycle engine and wind whipping past to drown her out. Rapid breaths fogged the visor of her helmet.

The bike came to a stop on the side of the road next to an impressive view of the mountains and forested valley below.

She was limp against his back as the bike came to a halt. Small tremors ran through her body with every breath she took. He cut off the bike but her body hummed with the ghost of the intense vibrations.

Theo waited a moment before carefully peeling her hand off his chest. The kickstand came down and he slid off the bike. Removing his helmet revealed his messy brown waves. He spit out his gum onto the gravel and set the helmet down carefully.

As he walked around to her, he wore a shit-eating grin.

She glared at him, but it wasn’t effective with the helmet on her head. She yanked it off and Theo carefully took it from her, setting it on the ground next to his.

Her hair was a mess sticking to her sweaty forehead, her cheeks sporting a deep red blush, and her lips plump and swollen from biting them.

“You did that on purpose!” She spat, placing her hands in front of her on the seat to hold herself up.

He lifted his brows with a smirk.

“How many times?” Theo asked in a cool tone.

“What!?” She huffed, still glaring at her boyfriend.

"How many times did you cum on my bike? How many?" He took off his sunglasses and hooked them in his back pocket. He wouldn’t need them again tonight as the sun was setting. She could see the spark of excitement in his eyes.

"I…. I don't know.." she adjusted in the seat and felt how slick it was.

She was in a state and wanted him to be just as much of a frazzled mess as she was.

Her legs were like jelly as she tried to stand. She would not be embarrassed by the wetness she left on the seat, she refused.

Before she could get off the bike, Theo crouched down and looked at her at eye level.

His eyes looked almost predatory as his finger slid over her bare thigh. Her skin ignited with his touch as he moved up and up, pushing her skirt the farther he went.

She could feel the slickness all over her thighs and knew her panties were absolutely done for.

“How many?” His tone was serious, sending shivers down her spine.

She held her breath as his fingers reached the soaked fabric. He pushed where her clit was and her body jerked.

“I-I don’t know! …I lost count.” She trembled under his touch and gaze.

He hummed and a small smile tugged at his lips.

“Get off the bike, amore mio.” He raked his hand through his messy hair as he stood and waited for her.

She tried again but her legs were trembling so much it took her a moment. Her skirt was sticking to her thighs and she looked a mess.

Theo helped her, placing his hand on her waist and guiding her off the bike. Her feet slid on the gravel as he pulled her against his body.

“You made a mess of my seat.” His lips twitched in a smirk.

It was very obvious just how much of a mess she’d made thanks to the state of the dehydrated leather.

The world tilted and her chest was pressed down to the wet seat, ass in the air. She braced her hands on the bike to hold herself up.

Theo flipped up her skirt and tugged her panties down to her ankles. Then his mouth was on her and she gasped. He licked her wet slit eagerly, pushing her thighs apart to go deeper, to lick more of her. He latched his lips on her clit and he sucked hard.

She fell apart, legs trembling as she gasped his name. She ached, but the release by his toungue was well worth it.

He lapped at her until she was soaked anew, making her aching cunt quiver. She was a blubbering mess, writhing in the firm grip he had on her thighs. She hissed as he dug his fingers into her leg, pressing harder, keeping her in place. He held her apart and ate her out more lively than she’d ever seen.

Theo moaned against her pussy and she arched her back. His tongue felt like sin and she couldn’t form words.

"The way you taste…" Theo didn't comment further. He just hummed a satisfied sound.

A cool burst of air struck her dripping heat and she groaned at the loss of his mouth.

She faintly heard the sound of a zipper over her own hysterics. Then the thick head of his cock pressed against her wet aching hole and her whimpering became begging.

“Oh! Yes, please!”

“Gods,” He murmured

Theo pressed in and the blunt head of his cock popped inside her tight entry.

He took far too long to press his cock into her. She wanted to be filled, she was begging for it, dammit!

He sucked in a breath and grabbed her hips firmly. He pulled her body, forcing her to take him to the hilt as he stood completely still.

It was a snug fit and he waited a moment, lightly rocking his hips while her body accommodated him. Her feet slid on the gravel trying to find purchase.

Theo angled himself and then struck that one spot that counted. He wasn’t gentle with her, his thrusts were hard and fast as his fingers dug into her hips.

“I have every intention of fucking you until you scream.” His voice was gruff as he slammed home over and over.

She knew what he was capable of. He would absolutely fuck her until nothing else existed but his hand digging into her hips, his cock filling her pussy, and her voice horse from screaming in pleasure.

Thank fuck they were in the middle of nowhere on a lesser-known road. She wasn’t capable of caring a single bit if a van full of camera-caring tourists drove by at this moment and watched. She wasn’t herself and neither was Theo. He fucked her primally, rough and hard.

She had no idea how the strength of his thrusts hadn’t tipped over the bike, she certainly wasn't helping matters. Her walls fluttered with the relentless pleasure and Theo hissed. She could feel it… she was right there yet again.

“Cum,” He growled. He panted as he yanked her hips back in tune with his thrusts.

It was like a switch was flipped and she was flying, screaming, cuming so fucking hard around his cock. Her whole body shook from the force of the orgasm, the bike and Theo’s vice grip being the only things to keep her upright as he continued to fuck her.

His strokes were long and gentle as she rode out the last of her climax. She was almost sobbing, moaning in pleasure, and feeling the pain of just how overworked her poor pelvic muscles were. She was going to be sore for days.

She whimpered, catching her breath, and finally looked up to see the gorgeous view before them. Gods, she wished she cared, she really did, but he was picking up speed again. The wet sounds of skin on skin and her cries echoing were the only noises around.

She pressed her forehead to the seat and hung on for dear life. He pulled her hips to meet his thrusts and she was grateful. Her legs were so weak, there was no possible way she could do it on her own. She lived for the soft grunts that escaped him, his small moans and heavy breaths as he used her body to seek his own pleasure.

He squeezed her hips again, digging his fingers in hard. She couldn’t possibly cum again, but he reached around and started teasing her clit, and… fine! She guessed she could cum again, and, gods, it hurt so fucking good.

Her vision went blurry and her eyes filled with actual tears.

Theo's grasp tightened one final time, his hips meeting hers with a resounding slap. A moan escaped him, and he pressed his chest against her back, his heart racing as he gently rocked his hips.

Tears fell from her eyes and she tried wiping them off on her sleeve. It was too much from the start. All that was left of her mind was a ball of mush.

He panted into her hair as he caught his breath. Her heart pounded against the seat, blood rushing and throbbing behind her eardrums.

Finally, Theo released his bruising grip from her hips and rested his forearms on the seat, caging her in with his arms.

A quiet moment passed over them as they caught their breath. Theo began leaving soft kisses all over the back of her neck. He nipped behind her ear, making her tremble once again.

Wetness started cooling on her thighs as they settled there. She wanted nothing more than to be back at home in her bed with him, curled up and falling asleep in his arms.

Theo exhaled and stood up, pulling out of her more carefully than usual. She nearly fell to her knees but he caught her. He chuckled, pulling her close, his arm wrapping around her waist as he glanced down at her. His chest rose and fell rapidly, a smile playing at the corners of his lips.

She adored the way his brown waves clung to his forehead, and his cheeks displayed a delightful rosy hue. While he wasn't as disheveled as she was, it was still satisfying to see.

“Think you can survive the ride back?” He gently kissed her forehead.

“Do NOT do that thing again!”

He laughed and picked up her helmet off the gravel. “Fine, fine.” He smirked.

“How did you even figure something like that out!?” She took her helmet from him.

“One of the guys mentioned that a bike could rev at just the right frequency for-”

“Okay, okay,” She cut him off. Of course it was his friends. They were always giving him the most insane advice. She glared at him for good measure before putting her helmet back on, making sure it was the last thing he saw.

He threw her a rag from his back pocket for her to clean herself, then picked up her panties from the ground, swiftly tucking them into his jacket pocket.

Theo smiled wider and kissed the forehead portion of her helmet before placing his back on.

“…So romantic,” She said in a monotone voice, taking the rag to her thighs then to the seat.

He observed as she cleaned up, resting his arms on the bike handles before pointing to her inner thigh. “Missed a spot.”

She smacked his arm away. “Start the bike, Asshole!”

His laugh rumbled from under the helmet, then the bike roared to life.

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A|N: I like how the first words she says are the entire theme of the fic. That was a total accident.

Thank you for reading!

If you recognize the story, I wrote this for Seb a while back as well. It’s also inspired by a fic I read 5 years ago.

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[soulofapatrick]

I See You - Theodore Nott x Reader

Summary: Theodore steps in when Draco corners you Words: 1.8k Warnings: fluff really Notes: I blanked while writing this as I've had Theodore Nott brainrot recently so don't mind me if I post a few Theodore stories

Y/N’s POV

Today was meant to be a peaceful day with Harry still at Hogwarts with Remus and Ron and Hermione off giggling like a lovesick couple. Hogsmead is ever so pretty covered in a blanket of snow and the bustles of students here to have fun and buy each other last minute Christmas gifts. But, of course, I can’t have anything nice as I round the corner from where I left Ron and Hermione in The Three Broomsticks I bump into a familiar blond. 

The sneer ever present on Draco’s face as he shoves me away from him, causing me to stumble and before I know it I’m on my ass in the not so pretty snow. I just shake my head, pushing myself up from the snowy ground, brushing the cold flakes clinging to my jeans. Draco’s mocking laughter fills the air, eyes narrow with distain as he looks down at me like I’m dirt under his shoe.

“Well, well, if it isn’t the Weasley girl,” He sneers, tone dropping with derision, “As expected, stumbling through life like your family stumbles through poverty.” 

I take a deep breath, refusing to let Draco’s words bring me down, his little jabs always hurting but I’m never gonna let him see it so instead I meet his gaze with a defiant glare, sneering back, “Does your mother always look at you like she’s stepped in shit?” 

A flicker of something flashes across his face, but before I can decipher it he quickly regains his composure, “Watch your tongue, Weasley. You may think you're clever, but you'll always be just another insignificant blood traitor," he spits. 

I stand my ground, refusing to back down. "Oh, Draco, I would rather be a blood traitor than a heartless coward who hides behind his family name and pure-blood arrogance," I shoot back, my voice filled with determination. "At least I know the value of true friendship and the strength that comes from standing up for what's right. Something you'll never understand.” 

It all sounds so cliche and stupid but the surrounding students watching the exchange have mixed expressions, some wearing smirks of satisfaction at my words while others hold their breath, waiting to see how Draco will respond. But before he can retort, a tall figure steps forward, silently wedging himself between Draco and me. It's Theodore Nott, his typically enigmatic expression softened with a touch of resolve. Without saying a word, he calmly places a hand on Draco's shoulder and pushes him away, creating a safe space for me to stand. However, he may have pushed a little too hard as Draco stumbles backwards, momentarily taken aback by one his best friends apposing him let alone standing up to him. 

Draco is tall but Theodore stands taller, an undeniable air of quiet confidence surrounding him. His raven black hair, somehow perfect tousled, frames his striking features, drawing attention to his piercing blue eyes that hold a depth of mysteries. There’s an intriguing allure about him, an enigma that seems to follow his every move. 

With a subtle gesture, Theodore motions for Draco to dare take another step closer, the weight of his actions speaking volumes. The surrounding students, captivated by the unfolding scene, exchange whispers and glances filled with admiration and surprise. 

Draco, shaken by the unexpected opposition from one of his closest friends, regains his composure. His pride wounded, he attempts to mask his disbelief with a haughty glare. However, the cracks in his facade are evident. It's a rare sight to witness someone challenge Draco, and the students relish in the spectacle, some fighting back grins of satisfaction and with one final sneer Draco turns on his heels and struts away. 

There’s a flicker of concern behind Theodore’s piercing blue eyes as they shift their focus to me, a genuine care that sets my heart at ease. With a gentle smile, he takes a step closer, his voice resonating with a warmth that catches me off guard. 

“Are you alright?” Theodore’s voice, smooth and velvety, reaches my ears like a soothing melody. I think it’s the first time I’ve truly heard him speak, and there’s a captivating timbre to his words - a perfect harmony of confidence and tenderness. I find myself momentarily entranced by his presence, the way he effortlessly brushes a bit of snow out of my hair, his touch sending a gentle shiver down my spine. 

With a grateful smile, I reply, “Thank you Teddy, let me buy you a drink to make up?” The air around us seems to hold a certain electricity, a shared moment that lingers in the wintry atmosphere.

Theodore’s eyes widen slightly and I’m not sure if it’s at my offer or the fact I called him ‘Teddy’ without thinking about it, but either way, surprise mingles with the lingering warmth in his gaze. A hint of a smile plays at the corners of his lips as he considers my proposition and after a moment of silent contemplation he’s nodding and accepting my invitation. 

“Teddy?” He asks quietly, almost shyly, as we turn back and head towards The Three Broomsticks, the thoughts of Butterbeer already warming the chill working its way into my bones. A soft blush creeps up my cheeks as I meet his gaze, finding comfort int he genuine warmth radiating from him. 

“Yes, Teddy,” I respond with a gentle nod, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips, “If that’s okay with you? It feels right.” The admission carries a sense of vulnerability, as if I’m opening a door to something new, embracing the familiarity that seems to have effortlessly blossomed between us. 

A genuine smile spreads across Theodore’s face, eyes crinkling at the corners as he mumbles, “I like it.” There’s a softness in his expression as he speaks, a subtle shift in demeanour that draws me closer both physically and emotionally. I’m bumping shoulders with him lightly as he pushes open the door to The Three Broomsticks for me. 

The air is thick with the aroma of freshly brewed Butterbeer, mingling with the comforting scent of wood and fireplaces. The low ceiling is adorned with an array of floating lanterns, casting a soft, golden glow that dances upon the polished wooden floors. The walls are adorned with aging tapestries and moving portraits that I still can’t get used to, having been introduced to the magical world when the Weasley’s adopted me just after my 9th birthday. 

The tavern is filled with a harmonious blend of laughter and chatter, the clinking of glasses and the occasional burst of magical fireworks, probably from some new toy Fred and George have created, punctuating the joyful atmosphere. The patrons, a mix of Hogwarts students and locals, gather in small groups at the wooden tables, engaged in animated conversations or enjoying a game of Wizarding chess. 

Madam Rosmerta moves with grace behind the bar, effortlessly serving Butterbeer and other magical drinks. Her warm smile and friendly banter create an inviting atmosphere, making everyone feel right at home. 

We make our way to the small table indicated by Madam Rosmerta, and as we settle down, Theodore takes the seat beside me. His presence is comforting, his arm casually draped over the back of my chair. It's a subtle gesture, yet it carries an intimacy that sends a thrill of anticipation coursing through my veins. As he lean in closer to hear me other over the lively ambiance of the pub, Theodore's head ducks down, his voice a soft murmur that tickles my ear. The proximity between us feels both exhilarating and comforting, like a secret shared between kindred spirits. In the midst of the bustling crowd, we create our own little world, cocooned in the warmth of our connection. The laughter and conversations of the other patrons blend into the background, fading away as our focus rests solely on each other. 

“You’re so beautiful.” The pads of his fingers brush lightly over my jaw, sending my face aflame as it’s something so unexpected and something so right. His voice is deep and full of genuinely which isn’t expected from Slytherins. Before either of us can say or do anything else Madam Rosmerta approaches with our drinks, a tray of steaming Butterbeer and a mischievous twinkle in her eye, Theodore’s hand moving away from me, his touch fleeting, but it sends a jolt of electricity through my fingertips, leaving me craving more. With a grateful smile, we accept our drinks, the frothy liquid adding a touch of sweetness to the atmosphere. The taste of the warm Butterbeer dances on my tongue, mirroring the warmth that spreads within me whenever Theodore's eyes meet mine. 

With Madam Rosmerta’s retreating figure a sense of anticipation lingers in the air. I feel Theodore’s gaze intensify, his eyes fixed on mine with a mixture of tenderness and desire. Without a word, he captures my jaw between his thumb and forefinger, guiding me gently toward him. 

Time seeming to stand still as our lips meet in a surprising yet delicate kiss. The world around us fading away, leaving only the soft press of his lips against mine, the warmth of his breath mingling with mine. It’s a kiss filled with unspoken promises and raw vulnerability. It has me melting into his strong presence, my body instinctively leaning closer. His touch both electrifying and gentle, as if he’s holding me with the utmost care. The taste of butterbeer lingering on his tongue adds to the intensity of the kiss, drawing an embarrassing sound from me. 

As the kiss comes to an end, both of us breathless and wide-eyes, a hint of surprise flickers across Theodore’s features. He stammers, voice laced with a touch of flustered apology, “I’m sorry, I… I didn’t mean to…” 

But, before he can finish his sentence, I’m silencing him with another kiss, my lips pressing against his with a mixture of urgency and tenderness. It’s my way of telling him that he doesn’t need to apologise, a soft sigh escaping me when he brings a hand up to cup my jaw as the kiss ends just as sweetly. I’m whispering softly, voice a blend of relief and affection, “I’m glad you like me Teddy. I’m surprised you even see me.” 

“Oh sweetheart,” His vice is low, eyes searching mine, a myriad of emotions swirling within them, thumb caressing my cheek as he leans closer, lips barely brushing mine and he murmurs four words that leave me speechless: 

“I’ve always seen you.” 

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I COULD NEVER NOT LOVE YOU — theodore nott x f! slytherin! reader

CONTENT WARNING: none, does mentioning sex need a warning??

SUMMARY: theodore nott is a self sabotaging selfish bastard. he jumps to conclusions too quickly and is too hot headed for his own good. you never thought you would ever be one to experience it first hand. yet, despite it all, you could never find it in you to truly hate him.

A/N: i vanished off the face of the planet and here i am back again. i was already planning to write a fic like this when i looked through my ask box and found this request. it doesn’t follow it exactly to a t, but i hope this is a good read nevertheless. also, i felt like it’s important for me to say that i always write my reader with as few physical attributes as possible. growing up, most books i read were of white females and it didn’t make me feel represented. as such, i try to be as inclusive as possible, and sometimes write taboo topics as well. anyway, tangent aside, if ur seeing this, i love u and u matter.

*not proofread cus im lazy but i’ll do it soon

WC/ AVG. READING TIME: 4562 words/ 23 minutes

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YOU COULD ALMOST feel a pair of eyes on you as you woke up that morning. peeking an eye open, you realised you were right.

‘hey, handsome,” you grinned cheekily and theodore, who was looking at you with a glint in his eyes, supporting his body by resting on his elbow, gave you a soft smile in reply.

you shifted between the sheets and turned your body to the side to have a better look at him, propping yourself up in your elbow like he had and resting your head on your hand.

“staring, aren’t we?” you teased him.

theodore groaned as you noticed the tip of his ears go red. he buried his face between the crook of your neck to hide his blush.

you had slept over in his dorm room after last night’s activities since only you could visit his dorm and not the other way round.

ever since you and theodore started shagging as ‘just friends’, you had created a list of rules of sorts to prevent any conflicts from rising between your purely sexual relationship.

you and theodore had been close friends for years and you didn’t want anything to jeopardise that.

however, there was once when you were far too tired to make the trek back to your dorm and just slept over out of convenience. but one night led to another and here the both of you were, saying a big fuck all to the stupid rules you created months ago.

theodore picked his head up from your neck, “hey, doll?”

“hmm?” you hummed.

“d’you want to stop seeing other people for a while,” theodore suggested, a look of anxiousness on his face.

“yea?” you raised an eyebrow, the smile on your face relieving some of theodore’s nerves.

“yea,” he whispered lowly.

his eyes trailed from the hairs framing your face down to your chapped lips.

“okay,” you replied in a whisper as well, not wanting to ruin the peacefulness that had settled in the dorm room.

you jut your lips out as a silent request for a kiss and theodore met you in the middle. it wasn’t lustful like the kisses the previous night had been.

the kiss was sweet and you never wanted it to end. however, it was quickly short-lived when you were interrupted by the door of the dorm swinging open.

in walked in adrian pucey, a towel around his bare torso and his hair damp, presumably from the shower he had just returned from.

and yea, sure theodore was well fit, but adrian pucey was absolutely ripped.

your eyes naturally scanned adrian’s body as he walked into the dorm room, shutting the door behind him.

theodore immediately noticed this and placed his hands over your eyes, “oi! pucey! put a bloody shirt on would ya?”

adrian rolled his eyes with a knowing smirk and waved theodore off, putting his uniform on.

“bloody knob,” theodore muttered under his breath which resulted in you letting out a chuckle, knowing that theodore and adrian were best mates and this was just the way they were.

you grabbed onto theodore’s wrist and pulled his hands away from your eyes, kissing his palm as you did.

“pucey’s ugly anyway, you’re better looking,” you assured him in a teasing manner.

“hey!” adrian picked his head up from his crouching position where he had been going through his trunk for his textbooks for the day.

“the missus had spoken, sorry pucey,” theodore flipped adrian from across the room.

“alright, i best be off now. i’ll see you in the dining hall?” you swung your legs over theodore’s twin bed and slipped on your shoes.

theodore nodded his head and walked you to the door, his hand on the small of your back.

“bye,” you said, pressing a kiss to his lips before making your way towards to steps that led to the common room.

theodore shut the door with a dopey smile on his face.

“awh mate, you are pussy whipped,” adrian shook his head, which earned him a pillow to the face.

that was thursday and it was now saturday. you were having breakfast with theodore and adrian in the great hall.

“doll, d’you want to go to hogsmeade later?” theodore asked.

“oh…no thank you, i’ve got arithmancy homework to catch up on,” you shook your head sorrily.

“that’s alright,” he kissed the side of your head and kicked adrian under the table to get his attention, “butterbeer later?”

“nah, i’ve got detention with snape. you could ask bletchley and them lot?” adrian suggested and theodore agreed, deciding he would check in with the rest of the quidditch members if they wanted to visit the three broomsticks together.

miles, theodore, terry, and graham downed their drinks and chatted about school and whatnot.

“hey, you lot mind if we go to spintwiches? i need new gloves,” miles asked the table and the other three boys agreed.

the four boys made their way to spintwiches and walked through the aisles. they paid for their shopping respectively and began the walk back to the assembly area to take the carriage back to the castle.

“ah shit, i left my wand spintwiches,” theodore patted his pockets and realised that he had left it by the till of the shop, “you guys go ahead, i’ll hurry back and go get it.”

when theodore was walking towards the sporting goods shop when he saw you through the windows.

you were talking animatedly to someone. he was confused at first as to why you were in hogsmeade considering how you said you were busy but he brushed it off as you having finished your homework early.

he smiled to himself as he saw you throw your head back in a laugh, thinking how that must be the most adorable sight he has ever laid his eyes upon.

as he walked down the cobbled pavement closer to the shop, he realised that the person you were talking to was none other than adrian.

he saw you hold adrian’s hands in yours before dropping it and flinging your arms around his neck to pull him into a tight hug.

at your affection towards his best mate, all theodore saw was red. he couldn’t believe his eyes.

he could almost scoff at how the two people he cared most about the world would betray his trust like that.

never would he have thought that you would go behind his back and fuck around with his best mate of all people.

and never would he have thought that adrian, his friend of seven years, would go about and mess with the only girl he had ever felt this deeply for.

you and theodore had even agreed to stop seeing other people this morning.

theodore’s jaw ticked as anger and hurt surged through his veins.

fuck you. and fuck adrian pucey.

if only theodore had stepped into the actual shop, where he would have found out that you were actually talking to two people, and not just one. the other person you had been talking to was not visible as they had been standing behind a stack of boxes by the front windows.

theodore’s birthday was tomorrow and you were stumped on what to get him.

you then remembered that he had been complaining about how he was sick of using the school-issued brooms.

as such, you decided that you would gift him his own broom for his birthday.

but if you wanted it to be a surprise, you couldn’t get it if you were out with him. thus, you had to come with with a half-arse excuse on why you couldn’t visit hogsmeade with him that saturday.

you left the castle and hopped onto one of the last few carriages leaving hogwarts, less you run into him and ruin your planned surprise since most of the students would have returned to the castle by now.

you discreetly made the way to spintwiches and whilst paying for the broom and discussed with mr turner, the owner of the shop, how you wished for the broom to be wrapped, the bell that was attached the the entrance chimed.

you and mr turner turned your heads towards the entrance and you saw adrian and charlotte walk in, hand in hand.

“hi!” you waved to the couple and walked towards them.

charlotte, adrian’s girlfriend of almost two years now, was in hufflepuff. they both had the mutual decision to keep their relationship to themselves to save the hassle of the backlash they knew they would receive for their interhouse relationship. especially since how both of them were on their house’s quidditch teams.

in fact, you weren’t even supposed to find out. you had been doing your prefect rounds for the night when you had caught them in a very languid kiss by the courtyard. the couple trusted you in keeping their secret and you were honoured to be the only person who knew.

you kept that secret with your whole heart, not even telling theodore.

“hiya y/n,” charlotte waved back.

the couple told you that they too, had caught the last few carriages since they knew that was when hogsmeade was the least busiest. charlotte was due of new quidditch socks and that was why they found themselves in spintwiches.

you then told them how you were purchasing theodore’s birthday gift, hence why you had lied about not being able to visit hogsmeade with him today.

“we’ve been together for ages and never once have you gotten me a broom. i would look good on a firebolt wouldn’t i?” adrian teased charlotte.

rolling her eyes, charlotte whacked theodore in the back of his head.

you threw you head back as you laughed at the interaction.

as charlotte placed her hand back towards her sides, you noticed the glittering of a ring on her finger.

“no…” your jaw dropped as you quickly grabbed charlotte’s hand, inspecting the diamond ring.

“no fucking way…” you dropped charlotte’s hand and picked adrian’s up to look at the silver band on his left hand.

“you guys!” you squealed and flung your arms around adrian’s neck hugging him tightly. after letting go, you turned to charlotte to give her an equally loving hug.

“oh my god!” you squealed once more for good measure, “when did this happen?”

you and charlotte chatted all the way back to the castle, you forcing her to tell you everything about how adrian proposed and how they planned on hacing their wedding in december after you graduated in june. poor adrian was stuck lugging both of your shopping as he trailed behind you two.

theodore wasn’t anywhere to be found during dinner and you were utterly confused.

but as you scanned the rest of the slytherin table, you realised that none of the boys theodore had gone to hogsmeade with were at dinner either.

you guessed that they have gone for some extra quidditch practice, since it was not uncommon for them to do so.

you walked back to the dorms with your friends hoping to catch theodore on the way back or in his dorm room.

much to your dismay, even when you had briskly walked past the empty quidditch pitch and knocked on his dorm door only to have graham tell you that they hadn’t seen theodore since he separated from them at hogsmeade, you still had not found theodore.

it was getting rather late and you decided to turn it for the night so you could wake up early tomorrow and surprise theodore with his birthday gift.

you woke up on theodore’s birthday bright and early, freshly showered and dressed with the handwritten card in one hand and the nicely wrapped broom in the other.

you knocked on theodore’s dorm door excitedly and was greeted by montague.

“y/n?” graham furrowed his brows and the greeting sounded more like a question than a statement, “aren’t you there..?” the brunette pointed to theodore’s bed.

you were too excited and barged into the room that you hadn’t registered what graham had said.

the commotion had woken theodore up, he rubbed at his eyes and leaned against his headboard. his sudden movement caused the y/h/c girl laying next to him to shift awake as well.

the moment your eyes laid upon the disheveled girl in theodore’s bed who was definitely not you, you dropped the gift and card onto the floor the wind knocked out of you.

your lip quivered and hot tears filled your eyes, “what the fuck, theodore?”

theodore frowned at you and stood up from his bed, a scoff leaving his lips.

“you don’t get to fucking cry and throw a pity party y/n. you were the one who was fucking around with pucey behind my back first. fucking slut.” theodore spat with more hatred laced in his voice than you had ever heard.

not once had he spoken to you in this manner and it felt like lacerations burning onto your skin as you were put on the back end of his tone.

“w-what are you talking about?” you croaked.

“don’t play coy, doll,” the usage of the pet name would’ve made butterflies erupt in your belly if it weren’t for the sarcasm in theodore voice, “i saw you with pucey at spintwiches yesterday after you lied to my fucking face. do you take me as some type of joke? am i stupid to you?”

“what? adrian and i-we aren’t-” you spluttered, trying to explain what really happened but you didn’t want to out charlotte and adrian, it wasn’t your place to do so.

“fuck off y/n. fuck you.” theodore sneered.

your eyes drifted to the girl in theodore’s bed as she let out a loud laugh at theodore’s words.

you dashed out of theodore’s dorm in a heap of tears.

adrian, who was leaning against the open door frame had witnessed the whole interaction.

“mate, what the fuck? adrian shoved theodore in the shoulder.

“fuck you pucey,” theodore went in for a punch when adrian quickly stopped it, since he was physically bigger than theodore after all.

theodore struggled against adrian’s grip but he was far weaker to break out of it.

“you done?” adrian glared and when theodore was too tired to resist, pucey pushed theodore back onto his bed so that he was sitting on the edge of it.

adrian snapped his fingers at the girl who was still laying amongst the green accented sheets, “out,” he demanded, pointing towards to door.

adrian was usually a respectful gentleman. but he was so annoyed at the way theodore had berated you that the girl that theodore had shagged last night was the last thing on his mind.

“you’re a dickhead, you know that?” adrian scolded as he dug through his nightstand and pulled out what he was looking for.

“yesterday, my fiancée and i were at hogsmeade when we ran into y/n and spintwiches. she was congratulating us.” adrian held the wedding band in front of theodore’s face, “y/n was the only person who knew about charlotte and i and she did a damn well job keeping the secret for our sake.”

“y/n was there trying to get you a broom to surprise you today with. but you were too far in your head being a grade a asshole and made a stupid assumption.” adrian shook his head disappointedly, “i don’t even know who you are anymore.”

adrian threw on his jumper and left the dorm, making the effort to slam the door behind him.

“oh, lovey,” charlotte consoled you and ran her hands down your hair soothingly.

you had been running through the corridors when charlotte had spotted your red eyes and hunched figure. she pulled you into a more secluded corner of the corridor.

in broken sobs and a heaving chest, you explained what had happened with theodore.

you felt like your heart had been torn out of your body and stomped on.

you thought that theodore would have trusted you enough to not jump to conclusions that quickly. not only that, he had betrayed you trust.

you didn't think you could ever forgive theodore for what he had done.

the next few days, charlotte and adrian took turns looking out for you since they didn't want to be seen together.

theodore had been harassing your dorm mates and your slytherin friends but you had begged them not to tell him of your whereabouts. luckily, they were more trustworthy than theodore by the tenfold.

you also hadn't returned to the slytherin common room to prevent running into theodore. since most of the students in your year were either gryffindor or slytherin, it meant that charlotte's dorm had multiple unoccupied beds.

the hufflepuffs didn't seem to mind your presence in the hufflepuff commons either. damn their naturally good-hearts.

she had nicely offered you a space in her dorm which you accepted with no hesitation. your dorm mates had kindly packed your things for you so you had clothes to change into and the proper books for your lessons.

the hardest part of avoiding theodore was during lessons. luckily, theodore was not in most of the classes you had chose to taken, save for potions and charms since they were the two most common subjects.

you would purposefully enter the classroom a few seconds before the class started to prevent theodore from trying to talk to you. and once you were dismissed by the professor, you would stuff your books and parchment in your book bag and rush out the classroom where adrian or charlotte would already be waiting for you.

despite your fruitful attempts, there was once when adrian was held back while in transfiguration by mcgonagall and you had to walk to your next class alone.

you ducked your head and weaved through the crowded corridor of students when you felt someone tug on you wrist, halting your movements.

"y/n, please," the familiar voice begged.

you let out a sigh and turned around, trying to pull your wrist out of theodore's grip.

your eyes were averting his gaze as best as you could, theodore's askew tie suddenly the most fascinating thing in the world. the last thing you wanted was to look into theodore's hazel eyes.

truthfully, that was the reason why you had been avoiding him like the plague. you knew that just once look into his soft eyes that you would forgive him in a heartbeat.

you had always harboured feelings for theodore since you had first became friends in first year but he was such a close friend that you always dismissed it as just a schoolgirl fancy.

becoming friends with benefits with theodore allowed you to connect with him in the most intimate way humanly possible. you got to see a different side of the brunette that you had never seen before.

and fuck, you found yourself slowly falling for him on a deeper level.

"i'm sorry, i'm so fucking sorry. i didn't mean what i said, what i did i just-"

"stop, just...stop," you cut him off before you could continue. the tremor in your voice was enough for theodore to let go of your wrist and reluctantly let you walk away from him.

the last time theodore attempted to talk to you was a week ago when you had walked away from him and he willingly let you.

he was losing sleep over the guilt that was festering in his soul.

theodore hadn't opened the present you had gifted him nor had he read the handwritten card. he just couldn't bring himself to.

theodore sat on the edge of his bed leaning forward with his forearms resting on his knees, the card you had written in his hands.

with a deep inhale, theodore opened the card and read your neat penmanship that littered the inside.

if there was anything theodore did not do, was cry. theodore nott was not a crier. he never cried. in fact, not counting when he was an infant, theodore nott had only cried twice in his life.

once, when his mother had passed in his fourth year and the time he fell down the steps in his home and landed on his tailbone. (not that he would ever admit to anyone that he cried after falling on his bum)

and despite theodore nott's seemingly inability to express his emotions through tears, here he was, crying like a little bitch over your card.

he cried over the guilt of it all. he cried over how you were the most perfect thing in his life and he had let you slipped through his fingers.

it was evident that you had poured your heart in the card, your words as sweet as the kisses you would wake him up with. your words filled with as much passion you put into everything you do.

in his world full of chaos, other than adrian, you were his stagnant. not once in the seven years you had been friends had you ever done anything to theodore for him to think otherwise.

theodore had no idea what made him jump to the conclusion that you had been seeing adrian behind his back. maybe it was feeding into the insecurity that everything good in his life would always come to an end (his mother's death was what started it), not that that was an excuse for his actions.

if he could take back what he had said to you and never slept with what's-her-name, he would in an instant. the heartbroken and crestfallen expression on your face during that morning on his birthday was enough to haunt him for the rest of his life.

sure it was selfish for him to want to earn your forgiveness, but theodore nott was a selfish bastard through and through.

that was how he found himself by the hufflepuff common rooms, knowing that was where you had been staying.

"y/n!"

you had heard someone shout for your name from the inside of charlotte's dorm. at first, you had thought you were hearing things. but after the third of fourth yell, you stepped out of the dorm to see what was going on.

there theodore nott was, in all his stupid, dumb, handsome, glory, trying to tumble up the stairs towards the female hufflepuff dorms.

each time theodore managed to barrel up the third step, the stairs turned into a slide and he would slip back into the common area.

the ruckus of his actions were clearly bothering the other hufflepuffs that were trying to study. as much as they were trying to hide their annoyance towards you, it was clear that they were starting to regret ever letting you enter their common room.

wanting to save yourself from being exiled from the hufflepuffs, you skipped down the steps two at a time and pulled on the hood of theodore's cloak.

"what it wrong with you?" you shoved theodore in the shoulder harshly.

"i'm sorry y/n, i'm so sorry. i fucked up, i'm sorry. shit, i-i love you."

"what?" you stared at him in disbelief.

"i love you, y/n. i should've never done what i did. i was an asshole to you and fucked it up like always. i love you so much.”

“i hate you,” you shoved him in the chest once, twice, and a third time for good measure.

“i hate you, i hate you, i hate you,” tears brimmed your eyes at theodore’s confession as you barrelled your fists into his chest.

theodore, being much stronger than you, barely flinched at your actions, “i know my love, i know. i’m sorry, i’m so sorry, i’ll never do it again.”

your punches became weaker as you sobbed, crumbling in theodore’s arms as he held you by your forearms.

“y-you can’t just say you love me and make everything o-okay.” you hiccuped, tears damping theodore’s tie and shirt.

“i know, my love.” theodore pulled you further into his chest, one hand wrapped around your shoulders while the other cradled the back of your head.

“i hate you. i h-hate that i love you. i hate that…that even after what you said—w-what you did, that i still love you.”

theodore kissed the crown of your head as he let your sobs subside, guiding you to sit on one of the benches by the elves’ quarters.

he kneeled down in front of you in between your legs, holding your cold hands in his.

“i’ll do anything to make it up to you, to show you that you mean so much to me—because you do. you mean the absolute world to me. i know we said months ago that we could see other people but there hasn’t been anyone else-”

you frowned, about to pull your hands away because no, there has been someone else. that girl you had caught him in bed with the morning of his birthday. theodore noticed you apprehension and held onto your hand tighter, but not tight enough to hurt.

“o-other than her. but it’s always been you, y/n. it will always be you. i’ll do anything, i swear. anything…” he trailed off, almost in a beg, kissing the back of your knuckles delicately.

“i didn’t like the way you made me feel that morning. i never want to feel that type of hurt anymore.”

“and you never will, i promise you. i’ll treat you like a goddess.” theodore rambled, relieved by the insinuation that you would let him into your life again.

“i don’t need to be treated like a goddess, theodore. i just want to be treated that way i deserve.” you corrected him.

“you deserve the world and i’ll do everything i can go make sure i do.” theodore affirmed.

all your resolve had dissipated as you stared into his warm eyes filled with so much love.

you nodded and thought about what you wanted to say before settling on “but we can’t just pick up where we left off. we start right at the beginning, friends first.”

“friends first.”

read y/n's card to theodore here

A/N: so…what do we think? i was so tempted to leave this angsty but i couldn’t do that to you guys.

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[ksanara]

Theodore and his Imagination

(NSWF)

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Hot hot hot

The bathroom was empty. Water dripped from the tap, and the sound of the drops hitting the cold stone irritated Theodore to the point of grinding his teeth. He quickly walked, burning with anticipation, to the outermost booth. He entered, closed the door, and pushed the latch. Glitter adhered to the surface of the glass Sofia drank from at the party. Theo licked it greedily, felt the chemical berry taste... Her lips were the same, only warmer and softer, plumper than those of the other girls at school... Theo bit the plastic rim and it cracked under the pressure: he squeezed his white fangs too hard.

"What are you doing to me, my Hufflepuff precious... You're inducing a representative of a noble family to masturbate! Come on baby... Spread your legs for me."

Rolling his tongue around the lip mark, Theodore lowered his pants and grunted as his hand wrapped around his cock. He threw his head back and smiled at the pleasant sensations. This was not the first time he had replayed a porn film in his mind, where the main character was such a desirable but forbidden drug with blue eyes. From a satisfied smile, fangs appeared, he closed his eyes, and continued to hold to his face something that a healthy person would, without hesitation, throw into the trash bin. But Theo was sick. Seriously, desperately. He loved his illness...

The hand slid over the rod slowly, gently... She would have wanted it that way... She would have liked him to take his time with her. The princess hardly knew how friction felt inside a woman's body.

And she is certainly not ready for twenty centimeters of Nott’s flesh. Theo leaned his hips forward, pushed into the tight fist and hissed martyrically. The moment of deflowering, appropriation, primacy... He wanted this more than the Dark Lord wanted to get his scar-headed classmate. Theo wanted to taste her lips, not plastic, wanted her to kiss him warmly, as if he were the best man in the world. He imagined that she loved him so much that she was ready to throw herself into the ocean and drown...

From author: English is not my first language, so...

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[avalynlestrange]

Theodore Nott

Masterlist

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Tone: ♡ Fluff ♥ Angst ❥ Suggestive Themes

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✿ Foolish One | x reader with Draco Malfoy x Reader | ♥ One-Shot Short Story 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.

✿ In My Head | x reader | ♥ ♡ One-Shot Songfic | Requested |

Summary: In which Theodore Nott is the man of your dreams. Literally. Who is his?

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Summary: In which Theodore surprises you with Eras Tour tickets.

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Theme: the four seasons and Taylor Swift lyrics

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[mastermindmiko]

The Malfoy sister (Part 2)

Pairing: Harry Potter + fem!reader

Word count: 4771

Summary: You and Harry meet up again after the events of the previous night, and you begin the events of your sixth year after a turbulent summer.

Part 1 , Part 3 and my masterlist

Trigger warnings: mentions of violence, mentions of public humiliation, smidge of anxiety, kissing, threats, hickeys, slight choking, grinding, oral sex, hair pulling, cum eating, mentions of Azkaban and Umbridge, jealousy, slapping (not the sexy kind). 

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The next day, you woke up with someone shaking your shoulders and screaming, “WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?!” That shout was enough to make you wake up. You rubbed your eyes as your vision focused on Draco with a furious look on his face. You yawned as you stretched your arms above your body. You looked at him angrily for disrupting your sleep, you were about to punch his nose when he added, “You kissed Potter!”

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion and you questioned “How do you know that? I told Peeves I’d give him as much pranking equipment he wanted to shut him up.” Draco rolled his eyes and he finally dropped your shoulders. He sat on your bed as he looked at you like you were the dumbest person alive. It was five am, your exam still hasn’t started. You looked around the room and you noticed that none of your dorm mates were there and you noted the mug filled with energizing potion on your night stand.

“Of course that wouldn’t shut him you idiot! He can make equipment out of thin air, you think that would shut him up!” He screamed in your face, and you wondered what was up with all these boys screaming in your face. You started drinking from your cup as you processed what Draco was saying. “How did you find out about that?” You asked cautiously.

“He spray painted it on the doors of the great hall-” He put his hands in the air to motion a big sign and he added “Potter and Female Malfoy kissing in the astronomy tower!” You gaped at his words as a wide gasp left your mouth. You put your head in your hands. You could barely think of anything but this mess. Will your parents find out? Of course they will! What will they do when they find out? How will Theo react ? What will Draco say? How will Slytherin house treat you now? How is Harry reacting?

“Don’t worry, I’ll sort things out.” He said and he put a hand on your shoulder. You hugged him. This was a rare occurrence, you never showed any affection ever. You sometimes gave your mother hugs but you almost never did with anyone besides her, Draco and Theo. He hugged you back after a few moments and you mumbled a thank you. He replied, “Don’t mention it, just act as if nothing happened. Okay?”

You nodded as you slipped away from his embrace. He left the room and you were sure that he was going to fix this mess. You knew that if it had to lead to that, he would obliviate every student in Hogwarts. You trusted him and you felt a little relieved. You got ready, making sure that you brought your History of Magic notes to revise.

You entered the Great Hall and everything was the same. No one said anything besides the usual and you sat between Draco and Theo as you did almost everyday. You whispered good morning to both of them as if Draco wasn’t just shaking the life out of you a few minutes ago and you pecked Theo’s lips, just like every morning. Nothing was different, and you acted that way. Draco patted you on your shoulder to say good job. You started eating and then Theo whispered in your ear “If the entire school wasn’t terrified of Draco, they sure are now.”

You looked at him, confused. He smirked and then explained, “He came down here and he screamed at everyone that if they uttered a word about you and Potter, he’d twist their body inside out. Then he ordered Carbbe and Goyle to clean up the paint on the wall. Then he told every Slythein that if a single thing was uttered to your parents, he’d kill them.”

You were shocked and you turned to Draco. He had the biggest smirk on his face, he was so proud of what he had done; and honestly, why shouldn’t he be? You turned back to your breakfast and then Theo asked you “Is it true?” You didn’t need any clarification, so you just nodded. You didn’t know what Theo would do or say.

“Was he a better kisser than me?” He asked, skeptically. You snapped your head towards him and you said “That’s the first thing you ask me! You’ve got to be kidding me!” He chuckled and pulled you closer by your waist. He started planting kisses on your neck towards your lips. “Come on, love. I just have to know if I need to up my game or not.”

You melted against his touch as you put your arms on his chest. “You’re both great-” He pushed his lips against yours roughly, he wanted an answer. “He’s just shy, and you’re anything but that.” You kissed him back and you could tell that he was trying so hard for you to tell him he’s better. You pulled back and you whispered “Theo, I’m not going to say anything other than that.”

He pulled away and he looked at you sternly, you couldn’t help but have a fond smile on your lips. You knew he wasn’t actually angry. He looped his arm around your waist and then you heard loud clattering. You lifted your head up and saw Harry walked out of the Great Hall. He was really angry. After years of taunting him, you knew how to read his body very well; and after yesterday you knew how to read him well in other situations.

Theo looked at you with sympathy and you just shrugged your shoulders indifferently. Some people looked at you and you tried to look stoic, they didn’t get enough time to look at you with Draco glaring at them and almost taking his wand out of his pocket. Theo knew better, he knew that you were hurt. He was the only one who listened to you while you kept going on and on about how much you love Harry. You knew he wouldn’t judge so you never held back about your feelings.

You finished your breakfast and you tried to keep Harry out of your thoughts as much as possible. It didn’t work, but you had to focus on the exam you had. So, you asked Theo to quiz you on some of the facts that you still weren’t very good at, and also to keep you in check whenever your thoughts drifted. You truly didn’t know what you’d do without him. He’s the only reason why you weren’t mad at your parents about how they arranged a marriage for you without your consent. You were four when it happened, but they still could’ve asked you. Theo gave you a thumbs up and you were sure that if you didn’t think about Harry the entire exam, you’d have a guaranteed Outstanding.

You walked out the Great Hall earlier than everyone else, you wanted to make sure you entered class early before the exam to ask Professor Binns about some random stuff. Almost no one was out in the hallways, and you smirked at how dumb they all were. The hallways were going to get crowded, so they’re guaranteed to come to class late. Not to mention that it’s very early in the morning, so they’ll already be walking slowly.

You had just excited the Great Hall when you were pulled against a wall. You gasped as you saw Harry standing in front of you. His hands were next to your head, caging you to the wall. “Pathetic! You really are just pathetic. Kissing two guys in less than eight fucking hours!”

You looked at him like he grew two heads, and you just decided to annoy him, so you said, “Did you wait for me all this time outside the hall?” You added a pout and you feigned an innocent look. He hated it when you did that. You could see his cheeks redden so you tilted your head to the side slightly and you added, “doing nothing, you just waited; for little 'ol me.”

He was radiating anger and he leaned his head closer to yours as he whispered venomously, “I bet you had so much fun, didn’t you? Kissing him while you knew you had me watching. For the first time in five years you didn’t look at me once during breakfast, and you snogged me for an hour last night; but then-” He trailed off as his hands went to your neck and tapped on the places where Theo was kissing you. He left hickeys and you didn’t notice. He was very subtle, even Draco didn’t notice. “You let Nott leave those on your neck.”

He tightened his grip on your neck and you repeated from yesterday, “You’re just jealous that it was Theo and not you.” He could’ve denied it, but it was painfully obvious. He knew he wasn’t that good with feelings, but it was clear. He burst out of the Great Hall, now everyone knows that he’s jealous of Nott. He hated that nickname, he hated that Nott had one and he didn’t. He had some like scar head but he could just picture how Nott felt whenever your pretty lips uttered that nickname. Theo, Theo, Theo. The name kept going through his head again and again and again. His blood continued to boil as he whispered “Damn, right.”

He crashed his lips against yours, and it was feverish and angry. You could tell that he was seeing red and he wanted you to feel it. He moved his lips against yours quickly and roughly. It was as if he was trying to get Theo off you. You remembered how you called him a shy kisser but this was anything but shy. He had his hand on your neck, not as tight as you wanted so you said, “He asked me who was a better kisser.”

He let out a sound that almost sounded like a growl and you smirked. You didn’t have time to let him see it because he had his lips on yours and it was even rougher. In a few seconds of kissing, you could already feel your lips start to bruise. He pushed your body against the wall again with his other hand and he tightened his grip on your neck. That’s it, you thought. He silently asked what you replied, and you replied “I’m not telling you.”

Harry looked at his watch and there was still forty five minutes till your exam. He pulled you over his shoulder and he led you to an abandoned class room near professor Binns’ class. He ignored the way you kept hitting his back and asking loudly “where are we going?” “Where the hell are you taking me Potter?” “Put me down right now!” “I swear Potter, if you don’t put me down right now, I will hex you!” All of which he replied with a strong and stern “Shut up.”

He closed the door and placed you on the ground in front of him. Your hair was messy and your lips were bruised. He saw the bruises on your neck again and he pressed his lips to your neck. He started sucking on the exact spots that had the bruises. Your skin was sensitive in those areas from the already existing hickeys. You were a whimpering mess. The sounds were heaven to Harry. He licked the bruises and bit them, replacing them with darker ones. He added more to your jaw and your neck.

He pulled away to admire his creations. He hummed, satisfied at how your lips were red and hickeys were littered all across your neck and jaw, without mentioning your messy hair. He was very hard, and he was even harder when you whimpered “Harry-” as you pulled him closer by his collar to kiss him. The first time you ever said his first name to him and he was spiraling.

“Say it again.” He whispered. He put his hands on your waist and you asked “What?” he pulled you by your neck and he pressed your lips against his. “My name, say it again.” You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion so you said, questioningly, “Harry?”

He shook his head and grinded his hips against yours, making sure that your heat was directly over his cock. “Not like that.” He huffed, roughly. He wanted it to come out as a sigh, as a pleading moan, as a helpless whimper. He kept putting your entrance on him, so that any word that comes out of you can’t sound normal. “Harry-” You repeated, and it was the hottest thing he’s ever heard.

“Again.” He ordered, and he picked up the pace of his grinding. You held onto his shoulders as you kept saying his name. After hearing it several times, he seemingly became satisfied; so he silenced you with his lips. He looped his hand under your thigh and wrapped your leg on his hips. He pressed his cock onto you harder and you let out a moan, he added at the same time “I love the way you say my name.”

“What? Scarhead wasn’t sexy enough for you.” He didn’t even let you finish as he grinded onto you. You were sure that reply with ‘I love you’ wouldn’t have done you any good. You couldn’t get over the fact that you were dry humping the boy you’ve liked for the past three years in an abandoned classroom, and that you were almost going to cum from just that. You were very turned on and very wet, and you knew if he kept this up, you’d cum very soon. You put your hand on his chin and you ran it up in a straight line to the bridge of his nose, and till his forehead. He was very confused, you knew that. So, you flattened your palm and hooked the hair that had fallen on his forehead with your fingers. You quickly, and roughly pulled his hair to the back. “I love your hair.”

He groaned at the force and your words. He kissed you again and again and again. He wondered how he didn’t kiss you earlier. If he knew you’d feel like this, make him feel like this; he wouldn’t have waited a second regardless of everyone else. He loves your lips and your taste. He heard your breath hitch and your legs shake so he held one of your legs up for you. You were close, he acknowledged.

You pulled away from him and took off your underwear. It was lace, and green. You resumed back to your original position. The pleasure had increased because of the lost fabric that was between you two. You were moaning loudly and when you were just on the edge of release, he stopped his motions. You sucked in a breath, and you didn’t even give him a reaction as you started to trail your hand to your clit. He grasped your wrist tightly and he went down on his knees. Your eyes widened.

He put your leg on his shoulder and he started kissing and licking you. He licked the trail of wetness that had run down your thighs. You threaded your fingers through his hair again and you kept pulling on it. You released with a loud moan, and he didn’t waste one drop. He ate you out through your release, and you kept moaning. Once you were finished, he stood up and continued to grind on you. You were whimpering this time because of how sensitive you are. He had to hold you up tighter. You could faintly hear him whisper “You tasted like heaven.”

You replied, “Let me taste then.” You knew how you tasted, you just wanted to kiss him. He kissed you and explored your mouth with his tongue. He grinded against you and you kept whimpering. His breaths were heavier so you fiddled with his belt, since he was about to cum. “Wouldn’t want you going back to the common room with your pants soaked, now do we?” You said as you finally unbuttoned his pants and they fell to the floor.

You took off his boxers and you sucked in a breath at his size. You felt that he was big but without the materials constricting him, he was just…wow. You heard him chuckle at your expression, and you pulled his hair. He groaned and his head fell on your shoulder. You started to stroke him with your hand. “You like that huh?” You chuckled and you felt him twitch.

“Oh-” You said and you added, “You like me talking to you like the pathetic needy boy you are.” He groaned. Merlin! You were so infuriating. “You can’t even reply to me.” He was close again, and he was getting loud so he bit your shoulder. He cummed all over your hand, and you kept stroking him. His moans turned into whimpers. When he finished, his cum was all over the floor and some of it was on your fingers. He pulled away from you and he looked at you. You took that chance to insert your fingers into his mouth.

“Suck on it. It’s only fair if you taste yourself too.” He sucked your fingers, and he tried as hard as he could not to turn exactly that, hard again. You pulled your fingers out of his mouth and he started to pull you to kiss you, but then he looked at his watch. “Your exam!” He said and you were brought back to earth.

Your eyes widened and you started to fix your hair and straighten your clothes. You started to look around for your underwear, and Harry was handing it to you. You saw this as an opportunity and you said “Keep it. Maybe then you’ll actually touch yourself thinking about me better.” He flushed and you winked at him as you left the classroom. Once you left and Harry could no longer see you, you started running towards your exam.

***

Brilliant. That was one way to describe their exit. You weren’t clapping but you wanted to. Draco and the rest of the inquisitorial squad were standing furiously. They were far away from you trying to help Umbridge recover from the shock. You were pulled quickly and kissed, you pulled away to find Harry looking distressed. You looked at him questioningly, you looked around and no one was looking at you due to the chaos of the Weasley twins’ exit. Granger and Weasley, however, looking at you two from a far enough distance. “I’m leaving.”

You furrowed your eyebrows and you asked, “What do you mean? There’s still twelve days until school ends.” He cupped your face and he shook his head. You understood that he was leaving now. He pressed his lips to yours and you wondered when he became so in touch with his feelings, let alone his feelings for you. “I want to see you in summer.”

Butterflies erupted in your stomach at his words but you rolled your eyes at his stupidity. “Yeah right.” You scoffed. He leaned closer to you and he started stroking your cheeks with his thumbs. “I want to see you.” You really wanted that, but honestly when, where and was he actually thinking that it could happen. “My place or yours.” you laughed slightly, once again using humor as a coping mechanism.

“I like you and I like you a lot. So much that I can’t stay one summer without seeing you.” Harry was shocked by what he was saying and by your expression he was sure that you were too. How could he be so certain of his feelings that changed in less than 48 hours. In hindsight Hermione and Ron knew it was coming for a long time. Last night, while he was laying in his bed, he realized that he’s liked you for a long time. Honestly, her stupidly perfect smile! He was an idiot for not seeing it before. Hermione called out his name and motioned for him to come, and he remembered Sirius. “I’ll find a way!” He pecked your lips and he ran off. The next day, you read the daily profit and you read what happened.

***

This summer was the worst one yet. Since your father was put in Azkaban, the dark lord wanted someone to have the mark to assure the Malfoy family’s loyalty to him. It was either you or Draco. He wouldn’t have let you get the mark, so he got it himself. He cried that night, and you held him tightly. You helped him with the mark, it burned him and it stinged. Despite Draco’s efforts the dark lord found out about Harry’s affections for you, but not yours for Harry. You still don’t know if it’s better this way than the other way around or not. To make it clear, the information that reached the Dark Lord was that you and Harry kissed, not other news. Just what all of Hogwarts knows. Some Slytherin told their parents about it and because of the Dark Lord’s ability to read minds, he found out.

So you had a task as well, distract him; and if you can get information. You hated it. What you hated even more, is the amount of letters that Harry’s sent to the manor; but what really stung is how all of them were unanswered. He put your father into Azkaban and he expected you to reply to his letters like you were pen pals or something.

What you didn’t know is that Harry was told by Dumbledore to do the exact same thing. For the first time in his life, he wasn’t going to do what Dumbledore told him. No one knows that. He couldn’t tell anyone, everyone else thought it was a brilliant idea. What was he going to say? Oh, I can’t do that because I think I’m starting to fall in love with her! He was waiting in his compartment along with Ron and Hermione.

When he saw you walk outside their compartment. His heart leaped from his chest, and Hermione said “Don’t Harry.” His eyes only flickered back to them quickly, he stood up and he said “I’m just going to do what Dumbledore said to do.” Hermione knew better than to think that it was the only reason.

He opened the door and looked for you. He saw you walking quickly towards the Slytherin compartments, but he also noticed you were near the toilets. They were unoccupied. He picked up the pace of his walking and he grabbed your waist. He swiftly pulled you into the toilet with the door shut behind him. As soon as the door closed your wand was at his throat and he was stiff. He saw you register who pulled you into the toilet and you dropped your wand.

He had the goofiest smile on his face and you didn’t like how it made butterflies shoot all over your stomach. “Hi.” He said, as if he did nothing. As if you had actually replied to his sixty two letters all summer. You folded your arms and you looked at the floor. His smile dropped, you couldn’t see it; but you knew it did. He put both his hands on your shoulders and he added, “I missed you.”

You didn’t reply. “I don’t know why you’re mad, but I know you are. I sort of picked up on that after the first thirty letters. I just want to say that whatever I did, I didn’t mean to-” You scoffed and he noticed that but he continued, “Just talk to me we’ll sort this out. Did you forget that I like you? Just give me a reaction, say something.”

You slapped him across his face.

He was gawking at you as he gently massaged his cheek. “You have some nerve saying all that shit Potter! First of all, sixty two letters, are you bloody insane? Did you forget that I like you-” You said the last part in a poor imitation of his voice and you continued, “Oh, and you didn’t mean to. You didn’t mean to put my father in Azkaban?-” You watched as his face changed in understanding, “Tell how does someone accidentally put another person, let alone the girl-” You added air quotes as you said in a high pitched teasing tone, “you like so much that you can’t spend a summer without seeing her-”

“I lost your underwear.”

You blinked at him quickly and you said “What?” He started fiddling with his fingers, he was nervous. It was cute and you hated it because you were mad at him. “The one you gave me, before I left. I had it in my trunk and I made sure it was safe and everything. Then one night back in summer, I was um-” A red tint covered his cheeks, and he added, “I was using it to touch myself and I know you’re going to make fun of me for that, but I did. Then it got messy and I tried to put in the laundry, but Aunt Petunia found it. She didn’t let me have it back, because how filthy it is for me to have your underwear. Dudley annoyed me all summer because of that. I’m sorry about that and about your father. I wasn’t the one to put him behind bars and I didn’t do it willingly, I promise. I was just trying to save my godfather. You’re also the first girl I’ve ever really really liked and I don’t want to mess it up, so will you forgive me?” He sucked in a deep breath, and he looked at you with pleading eyes.

He added a please for good measure and you rolled your eyes as you said, “Fine. I forgive you.” He had a bright smile on his face and he puckered his lips and started to lean towards you. You put your hand up and he ended up kissing your palm. He furrowed his eyebrows and his lips turned to a cute pout. “But I can’t be with you.”

The sadness you saw in his eyes is something you’ll never be able to erase. He knew why so he didn’t bother asking. Draco was still a death eater and a monologue in the train toilet wasn’t going to change that. He didn’t know this, but there were still plenty of other reasons why you two couldn’t be together. He nodded his head and he whispered looking at the ground. “Can I at least kiss you, just this once?”

Once wouldn’t hurt, right? You stepped towards him and you tiled his chin towards you and you pressed your lips against his. It felt even better than the last time. He pulled you closer and your head was lost because you couldn’t stop kissing him and he couldn’t stop kissing you. You pulled away for the third time to catch your breath, you tapped his shoulder twice; and he understood. He pulled away from you and looked at you with a look you couldn’t quite understand. He quickly pecked your lips and he then added, “I’m sorry. I just couldn’t help myself.”

You stepped away from him because you knew that if you didn’t, you’d steal a kiss from him. “You should get out, I’m here might as well change into my robes.” He nodded and excited the toilet. No one saw him. He leaned against the door and he sighed. He loves you, he realized that because it wouldn’t hurt this much if he just liked you. He didn’t know why but to contradict his new revelation, he entered the Slytherin compartment looking for the other Malfoy.

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A/N: cliché? ik but, first few might be like this but you can always request ;)

house: slytherin(hello fellow slytherins) year: 4 probably

Finally, I am free. I have been with Harry, Hermione and Ron for like the whole evening. Now, you may ask a SLYTHERIN with GRYFFINDORS that too with the golden trio...how? Well long story short, we met on the train during our first year and since then they are my best friends. Yes, they were a bit skeptical at first after me being sorted in slytherin but eventually came along. Oops,sorry forgot to introduce myself. I am Y/N Y/L/N, a pureblood slytherin with parents just like the Malfoys in wealth. But, neither my parents nor me care about blood status. That's why I am friends with almost every one in our school AND girlfriend of the one and only ferret boy a.k.a Draco Malfoy. We have been dating since last year. Friends with golden trio and girlfriend of draco malfoy. Surprising? I know.

Anyways, back to the story. I was with the golden trio because today the champions were chosen and Harry was one of them, hence causing him and Ron to lash out at each other whereas me and Mione were just sitting there watching the show, waiting for the golden moment when they will finally shut up. Sadly for us, that moment never came and so we had to tear them apart from each other. Hmph..tiring it was. So, now I am on my way to my handsome, loving, caring boyfriend's dorm because i am exhausted and want nothing more than to cuddle him.

When I reached his dorm, I heard him talking to someone, Blaise to be exact. "Finally, I got atleast one day free from her, one day without her stuck up to my side. ", said the voice of my boyfriend. "But mate,isn't she your girlfriend?", said blaise. Oh!so they were talking about me... I couldn't help but listen as to why they were talking about me. " I know but sometimes she is just so clingy. You don't even know. She just wants to be around me all the time, follows me everywhere, doesn't even let me hang out with you guys without her there. But today I finally got to get my own time because of Potter." ...wait what? I thought he liked being around me. Now I couldn't help the tears forming in my eyes. " For once in my life I am grateful to Potter even though I wouldn't admit it to myself even."

ouch! He didn't like my company that much, I didn't know that.

"Fine, I have to agree with you there, she is always there." (wow, thanks zabini, was I under the impression that you were my friend?yes)

"I know right. She doesn't even let me go to the bathroom without her asking where I am going. When she sees me in the morning-kiss, when we finish breakfast-kiss, when i go to my class- kiss, when i meet her in the corridors-kiss, lunch-kiss, dinner-kiss, go to sleep-kiss and even after all this she follows me everywhere. It's annoying really, like I can't even get sometime to myself."

"You should go now blaise, she will be coming to see me soon and probably ask to cuddle her."

The tears that were forming have now started falling. I couldn't bear to listen anymore so I ran to my dorm and cried. Good thing I didn't share a dorm with anyone because I wasn't in a mood to talk to anyone. After sometime, I pushed myself up and got changed into my pyjamas and got ready for bed but couldn't sleep because of the questions that raced my mind. 'Was I really that clingy? I mean he wasn't wrong, I am always with him but I didn't know that he felt that I was clingy. What if he breaks up with me because of my clinginess? Does he even love me anymore?' Tears started to fall again and I cried myself to sleep deciding that I will, from now on, give him his space.

The next morning I woke up with a slight headache, probably because of all the crying from last night. I got up and got ready. I wore my uniform and robe and put my hair in a ponytail. Usually I braid my hair but I decided to style it different today because why not? Thankfully, I know a beauty charm to hide my red and puffy eyes.

I walked down to the common room and saw Draco there. I walked up to him with a smile and he smiled back. "Good morning Draco." "Good morning darling!", he said with a smile and hugs me although I didn't hug him back as tightly as he did. We pulled away from the hug and out of instinct I leaned in and almost kissed him until we heard a voice- Theo's. I quickly pulled away and remembered what I promised to myself- to give Draco space

Theo is my best friend from slytherin.

"Hey draco! Hey doll!", I turned around and met with Theo's over enthusiastic face. "Well well, woke up on right side of bed today?", I asked as he hugged me and we both chuckled. "I don't know, just woke up in a happy mood today I guess." "any particular reasons?", I raised an eyebrow. He shrugged and I sighed. "Well then, let's get breakfast, I am starving", I exclaimed. "Yep, let's go", said Theo. We both turned towards Draco. "You coming?" asked Theo. "I am waiting for Blaise" "Oh! well then, see you at great hall?" I asked. He raised his eyebrows probably because whenever he used to wait for his friends, I used to stay with him. He quickly recovered from the shock and nodded. Theo put his arm around my shoulder and led me to the great hall.

DRACO'S POV

I was in the common room thinking why Y/N didn't come to my dorm last night to cuddle when she came down from the girl's dorms. Y/N and I both greeted each other with a hug but something was odd. Her hug was not as it usually is. She leaned in to kiss me but suddenly Theo came and greeted and hugged her. They both agreed to go the great hall for breakfast and asked me if I was coming. I told them that I was waiting for Blaise and Y/N told me to meet her at the great hall. I was surprised, she usually waits for my friends along with me... Nonetheless, I nodded and Theo put his arm around her shoulder and led her out of the common room. I was shocked. She neither kissed me today nor waited with me for my friends. But soon recovered as Blaise came down from the boys staircase.

YOUR POV

I managed to avoid Draco till the lunch break. When I arrived in the great hall for lunch I looked over at the gryffindor table and waved to the golden trio and they waved back, though Harry seemed a bit tense. I furrowed my eyebrows and went straight over to Harry without even looking towards the slytherin table. I sat down beside Harry and put a hand on his shoulder.

"What's wrong Harry? You seem a bit...tense" "Oh do I?" I slapped his arm and spoke sternly, "Tell me what's wrong." He sighed. "I know what the first task is..." "And...?" I asked "I-Its d-dragons" "WHAT?". I yelled catching the attention of a few other students. I lowered my voice and told him that its gonna be okay. Well, more like I was telling myself that its gonna be okay and hugged him which seemed to reduce his tension a little bit. I felt someone burning holes into the back of my head and turned around and met a pair of icy blue-gray eyes which seemed to be glaring at me and Harry. I sighed and told Harry that I was going to sit at the slytherin table which he nodded at. I sat beside Draco and he smiled and kissed my cheek. I smiled back and engaged in a conversation with Theo and Pansy. It was so hard not to hug or kiss him when he was right beside me. It hurt but if this makes Draco happy, I'll do it.

DRACO'S POV To be honest, I miss Y/N and her kisses. She hasn't kissed me all day and I feel like my day is incomplete. I now feel guilty of ever thinking that she was clingy. I wanted to know why she didn't come to my dorm so I decided to ask her. I put my hand on her thigh to gain her attention but she didn't even look at me. What happened to my girlfriend? This isn't the Y/N I know and love. "Hey Y/N, you didn't come to my dorm last night. Why?" "Oh yeah, I got pretty late and exhausted and thought you'd probably be sleeping so I didn't want to disturb you." "But you know you can come to me any time right?" " Yeah, of course" She smiled and kissed my cheek and I smiled back. This was the first time I got any attention from her since morning.

YOUR POV

Draco put his hand on my thigh but I didn't look at him. He then asked why I didn't come to his dorm last night and I quickly came up with an excuse. I then kissed his cheek and smiled. It was so hard not to kiss him on the lips. -------------time skip---------------- I managed to avoid Draco for the rest of the day successfully and it was now time for dinner. I sat down at the slytherin table beside Draco. As soon as I sat down he put his hand on my thigh again and this time I looked at him and he smashed his lips onto mine. I was surprised because usually I am the one who kissed him but still kissed him back but pulled away shortly-much to Draco's dismay. He pouted (A/N: imagine draco pouting) and kissed me again but I pulled back. "Draco, we are in the great hall, calm down." He just huffed and got back to eating his dinner and I sighed.

DRACO'S POV

Why was she acting this way? Usually I was the one who pulled back first but this time it was the opposite. She hasn't kissed me all day and now when I kissed her,she pulls back. I have to talk to her after dinner. Dinner is soon over and Y/N stands up and starts heading towards the exit with Theo. That should be me. She always exists the dinner with me. I huff and stand up and catch up with them. I put my arm around her waist and she looks at me and raises her eyebrows. I simply shrug in response. We arrive at the common room and sit down at the couches beside the fireplace and talk. Soon, the common room becomes empty with only me and Y/N. She is sat down beside me reading a book but I grab her waist and place her on my lap. She turns towards me and asks "What's up?", her eyebrows furrowed. I say nothing and bury my face into the crook of her neck and sigh in relief. "Draco? what's up?" she asks again. "why have you been avoiding me?" I spoke into her neck. "What are you talking about?" "You haven't kissed me all day and you didn't even sit beside me in potions and you haven't cuddled me since yesterday" I spoke as I pulled away and my grip on her waist tightened. She sighed and said,"isn't this what you wanted?" I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion and she sighed again. "I heard your conversation with Blaise last night. Isn't this what you wanted? To give you space because I am clingy?" By now, she had tears in her eyes. I widened my eyes in realisation. I didn't really mean what I said yesterday. I was just so angry that Potter got selected and Y/N went up to him instead of comforting me when she knew that I wanted to take part in the tournament so bad. "Darling, I am so so sorry. I didn't mean any of it. You aren't clingy." "But then why did you say so when you didn't mean it?" tears streamed down her face and it broke my heart. "Its just that yesterday I was a bit angry and uh..jealous that you went to Potter instead of coming to me." I looked down to avoid eye contact with her. "Really?" " Yes, I am so so sorry love, I didn't mean any of that. Please forgive me?" I said and hugged her and buried my face in her neck and started planting light kisses there. "Please love, I was just so frustated and everything seemed to get on my nerves. I am sorry, I didn't mean any of it. " "Its fine Draco, I am sorry too. I should have come to you first", she sighed. I pulled away and smiled at her and she smiled back. I wiped away her tears and quickly attached my lips to her and passionately kissed her. "I-missed-you-so-much." I said in between kisses and felt her smile against my lips. We then went to my dorm and cuddled. "I love you so much darling" "Oh is that so?" She teased. "Oh why don't I show you how much i love you?" I smirked.

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[slytherinslut0]

Theodore Nott. | that’s what i said.

info: your boyfriend was telling you about his day, when he began speaking fluent Italian, knowing damn well you only knew select words. when you asked him to repeat it, he had you come sit on his lap and ended up doing a little more than just repeating it.

word count: 3k

tags: 18+, literally pure smut. pure lorenzo italian daddy type smut. lots of italian translation (apologies to all my italians out there if they’re a little off) lots of praise, riding, piv, dirty talk.

Reclining across from you, Theodore Nott your lovely boyfriend, exuded an air of relaxed confidence while seated comfortably on the expansive leather couch in his dorm room. His legs were stretched wide, one arm casually draped over the armrest--each of his current mannerisms acting as physical testaments to the ease with which he inhabited the space.

As he delved into the narrative of his day, you, nestled in the love seat opposite him, eagerly absorbed the symphony of his voice. It was a melody that effortlessly traversed between English and Italian, a linguistic dance that had always held a special place in your heart.

His words held an irresistible charm, each syllable cascading like liquid honey off his tongue. The profound rasp of his voice, entwined with his seductive Italian accent stirred something indescribable within your body. The prospect of listening to him like this every day for the rest of your life fueled your anticipation, a certainty that the allure would never lose its magic. It was a sensation you eagerly anticipated, knowing that the richness of his voice would forever remain a timeless delight.

Yet, within the fluidity of his storytelling, Theodore suddenly shifted into Italian, weaving complete sentences with a gaze that lingered through half-lidded eyes, as if this linguistic transformation were the most natural thing in the world. Ordinarily, you might have interrupted him, gently reminding him of your language limitations, but today, well, you just couldn't bring yourself to do so.

You were almost in awe, unable to deny that there was an enchanting quality to the way the words curled off his tongue. That, coupled with the intensity of his stare, seemingly compelled you to stay silent, as if under a trance. You found yourself captivated, clinging to every indecipherable syllable, a familiar heat beginning to kindle between your thighs.

It was as if he momentarily lost himself in the labyrinth of his thoughts, forgetting, if only for an instant, that your understanding of the language was confined solely to select phrases and words. This linguistic detour left you with a quizzical frown, a silent plea for translation in the midst of his enchanting monologue, and finally, noting your confusion after what felt like ages, he paused, cocking a charming eyebrow at you.

"Something on your mind, Bella?" he teased, leisurely spreading his legs further as his gaze meandered from your eyes to your lips, only to return, locking onto your gaze once more. "You appear a touch...lost."

"Theo, I must confess--I haven't the slightest idea what you just said," you admitted, a playful pout gracing your lips. Your eyes sparkled with a blend of curiosity and mischief. "And I know you're well aware that was far beyond my linguistic expertise."

"All this time, and you still haven't mastered my language, Bella Mia..." Theo, with a dramatic flair, feigned a hurt expression, his stormy eyes widening ever so slightly. "You're truly breaking my heart."

Smirking, you teased, "forgive me, amore..."  your fingers traced an absent pattern on the armrest, a subtle invitation. "Please, feel free to repeat it--I love the way it sounds..."

A mischievous glint sparked behind his irises, a playful confidence dancing in their depths. With a self-assured grin, he patted his lap invitingly, his messy brown locks falling effortlessly over his forehead.

"Why don't you come over here," he suggested, his tone velvety, "and I'll gladly repeat it for you?"

Your grin widened, a flicker of anticipation igniting within you as you slowly rose from the chair, not needing a second thought. His burning stare followed your every move as you veered closer to him, an intensity in his eyes that set your senses ablaze without effort. As you approached, a slow, deliberate stride, the air thickened with a tangible tension, your pulse thumping in your throat.

No matter the duration of your relationship with Theo, each touch remained an electric encounter, perpetually reminiscent of the initial spark. His reverence for your body endured, a devotion that unfolded afresh with every caress, as if every moment were a new discovery for his hands and eyes.

Stalling in front of him, you giddily pulled your lip between your teeth as his hands found yours, guiding them to his shoulders as he pulled you down to straddle his lap. The warmth of his embrace enveloped you, his hands finding a natural place on your hips.

"Mm," he purred, burying his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling a sharp breath as his fingers dug into your skin. "So beautiful, Bella..."

You stifled a mewl as he pressed careless kisses along your neck, the playful banter giving way to a charged silence as his teeth softly grazed your pulse--the unspoken language between you both pulsating with desire and connection. The messy brown waves of his hair framed a face now tinged with a sultry charm, and the mischievous glint in his eyes promised a shared secret in the language only you two understood.

As if completely instinctively, you rolled your hips against his crotch, head falling back as his hands slid around to your ass, groaning against your neck as he aided your movements, guiding you back and forth against his growing bulge. You could already feel him throbbing beneath you, your cunt clenching in need for his touch as the only thing separating your heat from his groin was your thin layer of underwear, rubbing against his trousers.

"Ho voluto scoparti tutto il giorno..." he murmured, the same phrase he'd said earlier, the one in which you didn't understand. "...sei tutto ciò a cui riesco a pensare."

Your brows furrowed, about to question him, but exasperation quickly took over as he sank his teeth into your neck. He left vivid, possessive marks on your skin, his hands sliding up and under your skirt, tracing the supple contours of your ass. As you continued to move against him, a whirlwind of desire engulfed you, and you quickly lost yourself in the intoxicating rush.

"You're so fucking sexy," he breathed, his voice a low, deep murmur, reverberating a shudder of desire down your spine, his tongue trailing a flat stripe up the side of your throat. "Ho bisogno di te, mia bellissima piccola troia." (I need you, my beautiful little slut.)

"Theo..." you whimpered, your hands entwining in his hair, fingers weaving through his tousled auburn locks. His mouth ascended, planting tender, moist kisses along the ridge of your jawline. "Please-please-"

"Mm, you like that don't you, principessa?" His voice was a seductive purr, the words wrapping around you like silk as he pulled back a hand and gave you a sharp smack on your ass, eliciting an immediate squeal from your throat. "Tu ami grinding that dolce piccola figa on me like this, hm?..." (you love)(sweet little pussy)

In response to his words, an unabashed moan escaped your lips, louder than you had initially intended. Theo responded with a low growl, his free hand moving to your jaw, cradling it delicately as he guided your lips to his. The ensuing kiss spoke a language of its own--one of desire, need, and an unfiltered passion that surpassed any linguistic expression.

Your hold on his hair intensified as you pressed against him more urgently, the rhythm quickening. His tongue boldly slipped past your teeth, exploring your mouth with fervor. Simultaneously, his hands glided to the hem of your blouse, lifting it along your stomach. The kiss briefly broke as he encouraged your arms upward, swiftly pulling your shirt over your head and discarding it on the floor.

"Così bella..." he praised, his eyes fixated on your chest adorned by the delicate, lacy fabric of your white bralette. The intensity in his gaze felt scorching, as if it could sear your skin to ash. "Così, così bella, amore mio..." (So beautiful)(so, so beautiful, my love...)

His words took your breath away, slamming your chest like a fifty pound brick, the worship in his tone enough to render you speechless. You writhed in his lap, seeking friction, more friction that what you were currently experiencing--wanting him; needing him in every possible way. You captured his lips again, rolling your hips harder, the deep moan that escaped him found itself muffled by your mouth as you worked at the buttons on his shirt, fervently popping them free as quickly as you could.

The second his chest was exposed, you scoured it like a starved animal, the skin-on-skin contact sending a desperate clench to your cunt. You mapped his muscles to your memory as though it was the first time you'd ever seen them--the strength of his biceps, his strong, powerful abdomen, all of it hot and vibrating with need--you were breathless at the sight of his beauty under your palms, a feeling that had never once even partially faltered, no matter how many times you fucked him.

"Are you going to tell me what you said, Teddy..." you murmured, a playful smile dancing on your lips as your fingers skillfully moved to his belt, assisting in its release. "That was the whole reason I came over here, was it not?"

"Words can wait, amore," Theo muttered, his voice husky with desire, his gaze locked onto yours as he undid the zipper on your skirt, watching with blaring eyes as you tugged it off, along with your panties and tossed them to the floor. "Actions speak louder, don't they?"

"Mmfh," you moaned as he pulled you back against his mouth, his tongue running along your teeth as your bodies rocked together, his fingers gripping and caressing and squeezing every bit of your body that they could.

Pulling away, he met your eyes, heavily panting for breath as he gazed at you with a hunger that matched your own. His hands shifted, urging you to back up for a moment as he pulled his pants and boxers midway down his thighs--growling low in his chest as his thick, throbbing length sprung free, glistening with precum as it smacked against his chiseled stomach. You clenched.

He pulled you back against him, gliding you in slicking your soaked cunt along the length of his cock, his eyes burning wounds into your flesh as he watched you, lost in pleasure, lost in your need for him.

"Lo vuoi, amore mio?" (You want it, my love?) His voice barely rose above a whisper as he posed the question to which he damn well knew the answer. "You want this fucking cock inside that pretty little cunt?"

You shuddered, clenching hard in anticipation, nodding as you leaned closer, grazing your lips against his, panting heavily into his mouth.

"I want to hear you say it," he growled, one hand sliding up beyond your shoulders to grip the back of your neck, locking your gaze onto his. "Beg me to fuck you."

Your nails dug into his shoulders, entire body vibrating. "Please-Theo, please fuck me..."

"No, no," he playfully clucked his tongue, delivering a sharp smack to your ass with his free hand. You instinctively clenched again, the sensation electrifying. "In Italian."

"Gods," you groaned, his ceaseless teasing consistently pushing you to the brink of physical exhilaration in all the most delightful ways. Fortunately, this was a phrase he had taught you from the very beginning, a linguistic lesson that lingered since day one. "Per favore-per favore...ho bisogno di te..." (please-please…I need you.)

He exhaled, grunting. "Good girl."

It was a combined effort--he fisted his length, angling it at your core, your hands clutching his shoulders as you sank onto him, his thick girth stretching you wide with ease. You both collectively groaned, your walls pulsing and clenching around him as you took a second to adjust to his length, before rocking your hips in a slow, erotic rhythm; working yourself open on his cock.

Theo's eyes were glued to yours, watching your every movement as though he was afraid he'd miss something if he looked away. With a grunt, his big hands found your tits, palming and groping at the soft flesh with primal urgency, brushing his thumbs against your nipples, teasing them with soft circles. Your eyes rolled, your head falling back on your shoulders as you increased your pace, soft moans slipping past your lips.

"Esatto, piccola angioletta...così perfetta..." (That's right, little angel... so perfect) he murmured, his voice low, torn with husk. "You're so goddamn tight...squeezing me so good...così buono."

"Gods, Theo..." you whimpered, relishing in how deep he was, how big. "You're so fucking big."

Your boyfriend's hands shifted again, finding your hips, sharp fingernails digging into your skin as he thrust upward to match your movements, his cock hitting all the right spots. Your own fingers burrowed into his shoulders while you throbbed around him, lungs desperate for air, and he snarled, increasing his movements, setting a brutal pace that you couldn't match.

Cries fled you, pushed from your lungs by the carnal force of his hips, and Theodore consumed you--lips sucking at your neck, hands bearing bruises into your ass. His dick stretched you wide, fucked you deep, wracking your body with its punishment, breasts bouncing, his breath coming in ragged gasps against your skin.

You tilted your head back, his fervent mouth tracing down to your collarbone, claiming his territory across as much of your skin as possible. His cock pumped into you, beckoning an orgasm from the bottom of your brain--and as if sensing your clit screaming for attention, his hand snaked between your legs, fingers smoothly gliding over it. In response, you squealed, digging your nails into his shoulders with enough force to shatter the skin, body awash with pleasure.

"That's it, amore..." he groaned, breathless, teeth nipping at your earlobe, free hand gripping your ass with enough force to batter the skin. "Ride me like the good little whore you are."

"Fuck-fuck yes," you cried, your hips moving faster, chasing your orgasm as Theo's fingers rubbed tighter circles against your clit, increasing their relentless pursuit in bringing you over the edge. "Don't stop, Theo-fuck, please don't stop..."

"I won't, my love," he murmured, lips pressed against your ear, breathing the words into your eardrums. "Wouldn't fucking dream of it."

Theo's fingers worked magic on your clit as he thrust up into your cunt faster, harder--his cock hitting your g-spot with each aggressive movement. You could feel the pressure building inside your core, your body coiling like a tightly wound spring as he worked you closer and closer to the edge.

"Theo-" you gasped, your voice practically a scream. "I'm going to-I'm going-"

"Going to what, principessa...hm?" He implored, his voice a low, husky whisper escaping through his teeth; your entire essence pulsating, trembling amid his passionate pursuit. "Verrai per me? That tight little pussy going to cum on my cock?"

You wailed, head falling back, chest swelling for air. "Yes!...Theo-please!"

"Fallo. Cum for me." He graced your ass with another harsh smack, placing wet, sloppy kisses against your jawline. "Let me feel you."

With only a few more strokes, you came undone, cunt clamping around his cock, your whole body shaking as your orgasm washed over your entirety, blazing through every nerve ending and every fucking cell. Theo's fingers continued to rub you through it, prolonging the pleasure until you were left gasping for breath, nothing more than babbling nonsensical moans and pleas leaving your lips in the aftermath of his wrath.

Theo grunted, finally peeling his hand off your clit once you were whimpering and squirming against him, gripping the back of your head and drawing your mouth to his, meeting your lips in a sloppy wet kiss, each of you sucking in sharp breaths through your nostrils as you continued to ride him, your walls tingling in post orgasmic rapture.

"Brava ragazza," he moaned into your mouth, his body shaking with the force of his impending release. "So fucking good, bambina."

His movements grew erratic, hips bucking hard as he struggled to hold off his own orgasm, the force of his pace bordering on violent. You gasped, squealed, held onto him for dear life as you rode him, attempting to match his pace, but he was possessed, starved, breaking the kiss to lean back, both hands gripping your hips, holding you steady.

"You want my cum, little slut? Hm?" He gritted out, forehead glistening with sweat, his pupils blown wide with lust. "You want me to fill up this tight little cunt?"

You gasped, nodding frantically. "Yes! Please-please!"

"fuck...I'm gonna cum..." his lids fluttered, dark eyebrows pinching in concentration, his face contorting into a scowl of effort. "Cristo-you feel così buono-shit.."

With a final thrust, he growled, groaned--his movements slowing, breath sputtering from his lungs as he exploded, pumping once, twice, three times--all before coming to a halt, cock twitching inside you as he drained his hot cum deep into your pussy. Sweat beaded each of your foreheads, bliss buzzing between your bodies as you kissed him softly, panting into his mouth as you each worked silently to come back down to earth, pulses pounding in ruthless rhythm.

Spent and fully sated, Theo cradled the back of your head, pulling you into him, his free arm snaking around your back. You wrapped your arms around his neck, keeping him inside you as you two stayed like that for a moment, relishing in the intimacy between your bodies as he softened, his lips placing tender kisses on your shoulder.

"Ho voluto scoparti tutto il giorno..." he murmured softly, a hint of amusement in his tone as he repeated the words he knew you had no idea of their meaning. "sei tutto ciò a cui riesco a pensare."

"Stop teasing me." You huffed, burying your face into the crook of his neck. "It's not very nice of you, Theo..."

He chuckled, a low hum from deep in his chest, smirking against your skin as he tightened his grip around you, brushing loose strands of hair behind your ear.

“I wanted to fuck you all day...” he murmured, lips brushing your temple. “You’re all I can think about..."

You pulled back, meeting his stormy eyes. "Is that-"

"Yes." He interrupted you with a gentle kiss, smiling against your lips. "That's what I said."

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[willowbleedsonpaper]

All Wounds Heal

Theo Nott x gn! Reader, Draco Malfoy x gn! Reader

W.C.: 12,320.

Requested. Inspired by the song Happier by Ed Sheeran.

A/N: This is my first time writing a fic for gender neutral reader. I hope it's fine but please let me know how I did it and if you have any advice or there is something that I could correct. Please share and comment, it is literally my motivation to write.

Warnings: Cursing, drinking, eating, cheating, angst, fluff, toxic relationship, alusion to drugs use. I might be missing something, please let me know if there is smothing else to add.

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The music was numbing the moment you stepped inside the Ravenclaw common room. It was impossible to walk inside the wide space without feeling the sweaty skin of the people dancing against your own, the soft fabrics of loose sleeves or the velvety feeling or tight dresses. You couldn’t hear your own thoughts, escaping the caging of couples dancing against one another, it was impossible to ask them to let you through without forcibly pushing them out or your way. They probably thought you were dancing with them. No one seemed in their right mind, too happy and loose with breathless laughs and out of sync singing. You suspected the smoke that covered the entire room had something to do with it.

It was a Saturday night after all. The school year at Hogwarts had just begun, with friends reuniting after a long summer break and no homework to care for yet, the blue-wearing students were on planning duty the moment the first weekend of September arrived. They certainly did not disappoint. You could be certain your entire year was there, no colours to differentiate them or to keep them from one another. Probably no one would remember that night, not names at least.

“Excuse me.” you muttered tiredly for what felt the millionth time only in the last five minutes. The girl in front of you smiled mischievously at you, taking your hand in hers as she twirled you on the spot, changing your places as she swayed her hips at the rhythm of the song. Her stretched arm brought you back to her, her free hand on your shoulder as she leaned to your side with a low chuckle.

“Have fun, pet.” she said through the loud music, her words clear on the shell of your ear as she moved to place a chaste kiss on your cheek, letting go of your hand as she turned around, arms swaying in the air as she became one with the crowd.

With a breathless chuckle and heated cheeks you turned back to keep opening your way through the sea of people, hoping Draco had not seen the exchange you just had with the girl that the crowd behind you was probably cheering on. Your boyfriend could become the jealous type in the blink of an eye, especially if it involved pretty girls.

At last you located the distinct all black clothing of Draco, his hair standing out against the dark blue tapestries of the constellations behind him and the armchair he had claimed as his. Not only that, his own low amused chuckle reached your ears like only you could provoque of him, yet you weren’t with him.

You had to push someone with your elbow, moving them from blocking your view as you stood at a good enough distance to not be perceived by him.

His hair wasn’t the only one standing out from the tapestries behind them.

A girl you recognized from the choir sat on his left leg, her fingers playing with her hair as she laughed softly, placing her hand against his chest. Draco seemed amused enough from what you could see from the side of his face, the corner of his mouth lifted in his characteristic smirk as he looked up to the girl, moving her hand from her hair as he brushed the long strands off her shoulder, following the line of her neck until he was cupping her cheek, already pulling her towards him.

You had seen enough.

“Fuck off, sweets.” you hissed to the girl as soon as you reached the side of the armchair. Her eyes widened as soon as she saw you standing there, struggling to her feet as she rushed away with a lowered head, muttering under her breath. Your attention shifted to the boy now standing in front of you, the burning tears pooling on your eyes as you looked up to his panicked gaze. “You have some fucking nerve, Malfoy.” you muttered, pushing him from his chest as he stumbled back a couple of steps, “Don’t follow me.” you warned, turning sharply on your spot.

The crowd seemed to sense your energy, all that saw you moving out of your way or getting pushed by you as you made it to the entrance and out to the Ravenclaw tower. The calls of your name were ignored as you rushed down the stairs, his following steps only fueling you to run.

“Would you stop for one second?” he called frustratedly, his hand connecting with your arm as he turned you on the spot, your hand taking hold of his wrist as you forced his hand off you.

“For what?” you asked with a hardened look on your face, a temporary mask to get you to the safety of your pillow where you could bury the tears. “What can you say that can make this better?”

He looked you up and down, his panicked state gone as a steeled practised look took over. Typical. “You don’t know what you saw.” he established with the raise of his hand, a calming movement that had no effect on you now, “I can explain it all.”

“Really?” you asked, nodding fervently as you crossed your arms over your chest, sniffling softly while leaning on the wall behind you. You turned your face back to him when the anger inside you started bubbling. “So I definitely didn’t just see you getting a little too comfortable with that girl back there? She’s from choir, right? Martha, is it?” you asked, tilting your head as you ran your tongue on the inside of your cheek.

He breathed out, his eyes casted down to his feet. “I don’t know.” he murmured.

You made a sound, his face suddenly annoyed as he looked back at you, the sarcasm dripping off of you, “Well, go ask her.” you said with fake care, placing a hand on his shoulder while you looked for his eyes, “We wouldn’t want her to think you're anything but a gentleman.” Three pats on his shoulder and your hand was heavily dropped on your side as your entire face hardened again.

“It doesn’t matter.” he said, following you as you started to walk, “Nothing mattered, she was really drunk. I was trying to get her away from me.”

You laughed bitterly, not stopping once as you walked out of the tower stairs and into the halls. “You put up a really good fight.” you said, turning as the bitter taste in your tongue increased, “You know what?!” you hissed accusatory, “It’s even worse when you think about all the times that you have pushed me away because I’m being too much. Gotta hold up your mean reputation, right?”

“It’s not like that.” he said tiredly, rushing his steps as you started to practically run from him. He groaned, reaching for your hand as he stopped you. With ease he pulled you against his chest, letting go of your hand as he cupped your face, his fingers running all the way to your hair as he held you close to him, connecting your foreheads.

You were struggling against his hold, trying to push him away as he closed his eyes.

“I’m sorry, okay.” he whispered, the words so soft you barely heard them. But you did and that was worse. “I’m sorry.”

Your body felt as if it was hanging from a thread, numb but still standing. You stared at his closed eyes, shakily waiting until he opened them.

“You gotta hold up the lie, Draco.” you murmured, the caring look in his eyes gone the moment the words left your lips, “A couple more days and I would’ve believed you. You just admitted what you did.”

“No-” he blurted out, the words gone as you pushed him with all your strength.

He called your name again, making you walk backwards as you held up your middle finger in his direction, “And if it wasn’t clear, we’re done.” you said, finally turning from him as the first tear rolled down your cheek.

The lack of echoing steps confirmed he wasn’t following you, letting the tears flow freely as they blurred your vision. The soft voice in your head told you to go back, reasoning that he did not do anything and she was a person that did not know the definition of personal space, that Draco was telling the truth and was just apologising because he upset you with what you saw. However the other voice in your head was louder, screaming and cursing his name as it burned all the memories with heartbreak songs playing in the background. Your mind was housing two teenagers, one with a soft voice that was trying to run back to Draco and the one sitting on her tears while cutting in halves all the pictures you had together. The angsty one was louder and therefore right in your eyes.

You didn’t even realise when you reached the entrance hall of the castle, only the cold night air signalling it as you used your sleeve to clean the tear stains from your cheeks. You ignored all the laughter and chatting coming from the stairs that led to the dungeons, following the castle path to the courtyard.

You didn’t hear Theo calling your name.

“Y/N?” he asked as soon as he thought he saw you walking past him, your face hidden in the crook of your arm. He thrusted his hands in the chest of the person beside him, “Hold this for me, mate.” he said, letting his cup with them as he jogged to the outside of the castle, turning in all directions to look for you. “Y/N!” he called again when he saw movement going down the stairs, starting to run after you as he recognised the back of your head and the way only you could walk when upset, holding your fists close to your chest as if you were getting ready to start a fight. “Are you crying?” he asked, doubling his body over the railing of the stairs as you were already at the bottom of them. He ran after you, almost taking two steps down at a time when he almost clashed against your back, your frame shrinked to the ground as you sat down on the last step.

He took one silent step next to you, lowering to sit beside you as he became aware of the small spots where tears had fallen on your jeans. Worry took over him, staying silent as he waited for you to let it all out, to say something first before any stupidity he would come up with left his mouth.

The two of you sat there for over an hour in silence. Sometimes when he thought you were more calm he got himself ready for the fatal news you must have learned, watching as your breath became deeper only to see it all fall with the shaky flow of air out of your mouth, breaking down in sobs again.

At some point he had taken hold of your hand reassuringly, then you leaned on his shoulder. When you started crying heavily again, he wrapped his arms around you with soft words muttered in your direction and you threw your arms around his neck, hiding in the spot where his neck met his shoulder as he softly rubbed your back. The moon light was shining brightly over you when you found your head resting on his lap, dry from all your crying as the pads of his fingers danced over your scalp in a calming manner.

“I just broke up with Draco.” you murmured hoarsely when you felt like you would no longer break down.

He closed his eyes, a breath leaving him as if he had been punched in the stomach, “Merlin, I was not expecting that.” he said, almost painfully. “And it’s only the first week of sixth year.” he whispered, looking down as you turned to look at him. “Sorry,” he said apologetically, “Do I wanna know the details?”

“No,” you groaned, lifting your body so you could sit, “Maybe one day.” you corrected.

It took five minutes of chatting for you to confess the ten minutes that have ruined what felt like your entire life.

“He didn’t.” he whispered with wide eyes, hoping for you to start laughing and pat your cheeks with a triumphant smile, Draco bursting out of whatever place he was hiding to reveal he had fallen straight into their prank.

“He did.” you confirmed miserably, throwing a rock into the lake, “His apology confirmed it.”

He sighed, tilting his head as he looked at you, “I’m sorry, darling.” he said, giving you a sad smile. “I’ll hex him as soon as I see him.”

With a brief smile you shook your head, “I’ll just ignore him.”

“We’ll ignore him.” he assured you, “Two weeks if I completely ignore him. And raise that to a month if I have to talk to him in class or in the dorm.”

*******

Theo Nott made sure you got to your bed safely that night. He did not care how many locks he had to pick, how many people he had pushed out of the way or how many rules he broke, he made sure to stay by your side until you were tucked away in the safety of your dorm. He said his goodbyes to you shortly after, kiss placed on your forehead as you thanked him with the last seconds of consciousness you had before drifting off to sleep.

After he closed the door to your dorm, he turned with one destination in mind. The walk to his own dorm was short, his long steps and unstoppable anger rising within him blurred everything from his mind until he found himself bursting through their door.

“C’mon.” he muttered bitterly, standing just a couple of steps from the foot of the bed of Draco Malfoy, a glass loosely hanging from his hand.

Blaise stood from the chair next to the bed as soon as Theo took two steps, blocking his way with one hand raised in his direction. “Leave him be.” he asked patiently, side glancing at the blond behind him.

“Leave him be?” Theo asked in annoyance, taking one step back to look his friend in the eye. “That stupid asshole just had the best thing to ever happen to him crying for hours just because he didn’t know how to say no to the next pretty thing who threw themselves at him.” he accused, pointing his hand in Draco’s direction as his eyes burned over his pale skin.

“You saw them?” Draco asked, lifting his head for the first time since Theo had entered the room. His grey eyes popped out with the new added redness to them, turning something inside Theo in the wrong way, making the skin in his fist burn hotter by the second.

“Like you care.” Theo spat, turning his back to them for a brief second, hands running through his hair.

“He made a mistake,” Blaise intervened, standing between them with a neutral stance, “He’ll make it right to Y/N. Tomorrow you’ll look for them-”

“Like hell he’s going anywhere near them anytime soon.” Theo cut in, turning back to face Draco, “You’re lucky I promised not to do anything to you. If I had it my way, you’d barely be making it out of the Black Lake.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Draco asked, his glass hitting the wood of his night table too harshly.

Theo scowled in his direction, “You can make up your own conclusions.” he muttered, walking closer to him, “What were you thinking?” he asked tiredly, for the first time making it past Blaise's protective stance.

“I wasn’t.” Draco admitted, taking his glass on his hand again and staring at it, taking a big gulp of it.

Clearly, Theo thought, staring at his friend with disappointment.

“Were they…” Draco began to ask, running a hand down his face, “Are they alright?”

Theo scoffed, taking the glass from Draco’s hand as he downed the rest of its content. “Let’s see, mate. They just saw you with a girl on your lap, getting a little too friendly. When they saw you you tried to deny everything and then turned the entire story and started apologising.” Draco was biting the inside of his cheek, jaw clenched as he listened, “I’m sure they just continued the party in their room like another fucking Saturday.”

“Alright, he gets it.” Blaise said, placing a hand on Theo’s shoulder, “No need to make him feel worse than he already does.”

Theo pushed Blaise���s hand harshly, standing. “He deserves to feel like shit, alright.” he said to Blaise, clear enough for Draco to hear.

“It didn’t happen like that.” Draco defended himself, looking up to his friends, “I tried to explain but they wouldn’t let me and then- Where are you going?” he asked when Theo walked to their bathroom, turning to him just before he closed the door.

“Getting ready for bed.” he answered, “I don’t care about your side of the story and you just ruined saturday night for everyone. Hope it was worth it.” he said, slamming the door shut before anyone could say anything else.

Draco just scoffed, looking frustratedly to his empty glass when he tried to take a sip from it. “Isn’t he supposed to be my friend? Why is he so upset?” he asked Blaise.

“Theo’s known Y/N since they were both starting to talk. Their first words were probably each other's name.” Blaise stated matter of factly, arching one eyebrow, “And for the record, you did fucked up bad. You are an idiot.”

Draco glared at him, lowering his gaze with no words to defend himself.

“You’re our idiot of a friend.” Blaise said, cocking his head in the bathroom's direction, “Give him a couple of days to cool down, you’re our friend but Y/N is Y/N to him.”

“I know.” Draco muttered miserably, “He’s like a bloody guard dog, reckon he threaten me when I first asked Y/N out.” he said with a breathless chuckle, placing his glass down for the night, “Guess he’s not good at keeping promises.”

“Maybe not to you.” Blaise said, jumping to his bed as he closed his eyes, “But he is good at keeping his promises to Y/N.”

*******

You loved your friends. You really did, but after spending years with them every single day of the week you knew them like the back of your hand.

You could tell Pansy was actually interested in something when she leaned forward but didn’t hold her head in her hand or played with her hair.

You knew Blaise was a gossip, probably learning it from a young age from his mother, and he would always be in at least three conversations at the same time, he shifted his weight to the voice he felt the most interest, and he usually tapped his fingers against any surface when he was scanning the room for something worthy to listen to.

Daphne was notoriously the most caring of all of you, but as caring as she could be, everything needed balance and she didn’t have to use her words to let anyone know her opinion. You would never forget how she dragged the entire wardrobe of the boys before the Yule Ball in your fourth year with one single look.

So when you entered the Great Hall Sunday morning, immediately walking to the opposite side of the table you would normally do and saw the bright smile on Daphne’s face, you knew they knew.

“Shut it.” Daphne hissed, holding her smile as she held her arms open to you. Blaise had been talking when a sudden hit made him jump and lose all his words, making Pansy turn with a glare that instantly fell as she saw you arrive. “Come sit next to me, Y/N.” Daphne moved to her left, her side flushed against Pansy as she made the space for you. Her hands landed on your shoulders, holding you in place as she greeted you with a kiss on each cheek.

You gave her a soft smile, thankful to sit next to her as Pansy acknowledged you with a graceful nod. Her smile was not as bright as Daphne’s, if you could even call it a smile. Her lips were lifted at the corners but with the look on her eyes, you thought she looked like a villain.

“How did you sleep, darling?” Daphne asked you, placing a cup in front of you, immediately pouring you some tea.

“Fine,” you answered shortly, looking at her and over her shoulder to Pansy, “I woke up and you were gone, had something to do early in the morning?” you asked.

Pansy shrugged, taking the butter knife from her plate, “Just some catching up.” she answered flatly, taking the strawberry jam and spreading some on a piece of toast.

You nodded softly, narrowing your eyes as you turned to Blaise, calling his name. His eyes found yours, focusing on you. “You told them, didn’t you?”

“Told them what?” he asked, playing dumb.

You looked at him knowingly, holding his gaze for a few seconds before he sighed in defeat, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Have them knock your door down at six in the morning on a Sunday and you’ll say anything, especially if it’s her doing the knocking.” he said, glaring in Pansy’s direction as she sarcastically smiled at him.

Daphne turned her body to you, brushing her hand along your cheek, “We lost you at the party last night. We got back late but when we saw you your face was all puffy, just like when you cry and we knew something had happened. So we went immediately to bother someone else and let you sleep instead, and who better to ask for answers than Blaise? I’m sorry we weren’t there, darling.”

“Not as sorry as Draco will be,” Pansy muttered, dropping the silver knife on her plate, “Who does he think he is anyway? Wait until he gets here, that cocky shit.”

“It’s fine,” you said to Daphne with a sad smile, “Theo found me and stayed with me after… well after everything.”

“What about me?” Theo’s voice rang as he dropped on the bench next to Blaise, nudging his side as a greeting as he took a moment to look at each of you in front of him, his eyes staying on you at last.

Daphne was about to say something, her body surging forward as you quickly cut in, “That you, Theodore Nott, are a great friend.” you said with a smile.

His fingers fumbled with the toast he was reaching for, a soft smile forming on his face as his eyes froze briefly on the food in front of him. He’s cheek felt warm, the smile only growing as he took a more secure hold on his breakfast. “Full name and all, huh?” he said slowly with a breathy chuckle.

Blaise discretely kicked Pansy under the table, his amused smile matching hers as she scoffed with a knowing look. Daphne gave them a warning look, keeping the conversation with her two oblivious friends.

However the mood shifted as soon as they all saw Draco enter the Great Hall. He looked as fresh as it was to be expected, not a sign that anything had happened to him, a confident stance and cool expression on his face. He neared your area of the table without second thought, missing or choosing to ignore the mix of feelings sent in his direction.

You limited yourself to press your lips together, eyes casted to the side as you started to talk to Daphne.

Draco was about to sit in the only free space right in front of you when Theo slid his body to the right, “Seat taken, mate.” he said, patting his previous seat, “Here, just for you.”

Draco stared at Theo for a moment, biting the inside of his cheek as he sat down silently. He didn’t acknowledge a thing, not one look directed at him, moving right into serving his breakfast like any other morning.

“Hey, Draco.” Pansy called, looking at her nails as she stretched her hand in the air, “How come you’ve never kissed me?” she asked, lifting her eyes from her hand.

“Pansy.” Daphne hissed, turning to her with a warning look.

Draco’s movement slowed as he heard the question, jaw clenching. “What is that supposed to mean?” he asked flatly.

Pansy mockingly smiled, raising her eyebrows in Blaise’s direction as she leaned on her elbows, “I heard that’s how you treat all your friends. Just last night at the party with Liliana, at least that’s what she told us.”

You glanced at Pansy, the wink she sent in your direction as she felt your eyes on her enough to make you look away, seeing just from the corner of your eyes as Daphne sighed, covering her face with her hand.

“And who’s Liliana?” Draco asked, making you go wide eyed with your attention shifting to Theo sitting in front of you. For some reason, he looked as uncomfortable as you felt.

“Ouch,” Pansy said, “I don’t think she’s gonna like that. But stop avoiding the question, where are my kisses?” she asked, gasping dramatically shortly after, “Better yet, can I take classes sitting on your lap? That’s what good friends do.”

Draco looked up in annoyance, glaring at Pansy as her amusement fell from her face. “What did you tell them?” Draco asked Blaise, turning to him.

“Nothing they wouldn’t find out sooner or later.” he answered.

“What is it?” Pansy asked coldly, “You didn’t want us to find out? I bet you didn’t expect some of us to find out about it.”

Draco held her gaze with the same intensity, “Find out about what?” he asked, mirroring the tone of her voice, “Nothing happened.”

Your eyes snapped from Theo’s and the small conversation you two were keeping, all words gone from your mind as you stared at Draco for one second before you abruptly stood, leaving the table when you managed to blink your eyes away from his gaze.

Daphne called your name, stumbling as she tried to go after you and turning to Pansy and Draco, “See what you’ve done.” she muttered accusatively, “Y/N!” she called again.

“I’ll go.” Theo said, standing from the table as he looked at Pansy, “Give him hell.” he asked, looking down at Draco.

Pansy only smiled, putting her hands together in front of her face, “Gladly.”

Theo jogged out of the Great Hall, following the path he knew you took as if your steps had been burned on the stone floor of the castle and then outside on the grass. He rushed down the stairs, walking down the hills until he reached the tall tree, looking around as he was certain you’d be there. But taking only a couple more steps forward, walking past the tree and right to the shore of the lake where the grass turned to plain dirt that went into the water, there he found you. You sat down, chin resting over your bent knees.

And just like the previous night, Theo went to sit down next to you, not once minding the wet grass or the dirt that stain his trousers.

“It’s like he doesn’t even care.” you murmured, eyes casted in the distance, “He says things like nothing happened or goes around doing things like he did last night, as if he completely forgot he had a girlfriend.”

Theo sat facing your side, resting his weight on his hands just behind his back, looking at you with a willing ear and nothing but genuine care. He knew he needed to say nothing, not at the moment.

A bitter laugh surged from you, lifting your head to the sky for a second, “I know it’s not the first time this has happened,” you confessed, letting your subtle tears roll down freely without trying to push or hide them away. “I’ve heard the rumours plenty of times, but I chose to trust him when I first asked him about it, when he denied it all and told me I was the only one.” When your voice broke you paused, casting your eyes down to your hands hugging your legs, taking a shaky breath in, “It’s different to see it, though. To wonder what would have happened if I hadn’t seen him or if I had just left? Would it have been another rumour people would whisper behind my back and that I chose to ignore? Would I still have a boyfriend that at least acknowledged my presence? Someone who didn’t give up on us so easily?”

Theo pushed himself to sit properly, taking a more serious turn. “You deserve better.” he said, holding his arm out as a silent request. You moved closer to him, his arm wrapping you in a reassuring hold.

“You know what’s worse?” you asked softly, resting the back of your head against his arm. He knew you weren’t looking for an answer but for an outlet, turning his face to you. “I was happy.” you said with a sad smile, “I was happy with him, and it hurts to be wrong about someone. To think you were done looking for the one only to find you weren’t theirs. Not the only one.” you laughed sadly, the last of it coming out as a cry, “Merlin, I’ve met his bloody parents and they like me! Narcissa invited me to spend winter break with them this year. Lucius Malfoy approved of me, he greets me politely and with no scowl. Even that disturbing aunt of his complimented me once. Turns out he’s the one who doesn’t want me.”

“He does want you.” Theo assured you, even if his voice sounded hesitant.

You turned to Theo, finally breaking your gaze from the lake and looking at him with tears pooling and falling from your eyes. “But does he love me?” you asked, your sad smile falling as you bit the inside of your cheeks, shakily moving on his hold, “I know I did.” you cried, your soft cries turning more loud and evident.

Theo’s face fell completely. He didn’t have any words, not any that would offer some comfort to you. He couldn’t say he had ever heard Draco express something that hinted his love for you, he knew he cared, but did he love you? Theo had no answer. He could say Draco did and mend your broken heart for the time being, but what if he didn’t and he sent you to a loveless relationship? You had said you were happy and he supposed it should be all that mattered. It wasn’t all that mattered to him, he meant it when he said you deserved better, and being in a relationship where ignorance and turning a blind eye were key points was not enough to him for you to have. He could confirm what your worst fear was and say Draco didn’t love you, starting your healing by forcing you to face the hard truth. He had no right to speak what he didn’t know, especially in such a cruel way that would hurt you even more. Truth was he wished he knew what his friend felt for you so he could reassure you in any way, he wished to march to Draco and force him to confess if he ever loved you, to put a stop to your suffering so he never had to see you cry. In the end, Theo could do none of those things, so he did the only thing he had been able to do for you since the moment he first met you when you were just two kids with scraped knees in the garden of his house. He sheltered you with his arms from the outside world as you let yourself feel.

*******

“What’s going on with you?” Daphne asked you from her bed, her hands busy with Pansy’s hair as she only glanced at you for a fraction of a second.

“Nothing.” you answered with a side smile, holding the mirror for Pansy as she stared at her reflection and the working hands of the blonde girl behind her. Pansy grinned at your answer, raising both her eyebrows in your direction when you noticed the look on her face. You turned hesitantly back to Daphne, your eyes remaining on Pansy to the last second until the question left your lips, “Why do you ask?”

Daphne shrugged nonchalantly, reaching for the hairbrush to her left, “No reason.” she said, her eyes meeting Pansy’s through the mirror as Daphne shook her head.

“You seem happier lately.” Pansy said, raising her face to look at her chin when Daphne pushed her head back down, hands still working on her hair. “Maybe too happy.” she teased, wiggling her eyebrows.

You frowned, lowering the mirror. “I can’t be happy now?” you asked sarcastically, rolling your eyes playfully.

“Of course you can,” Daphne intervened, smiling as she placed a bobby pin on Pansy’s hair, “We were just wondering if maybe those smiles and early mornings to get ready have a name written on them.”

You shook your head, chuckling, “Early mornings? I wake up at the same time as you do.” you said.

Daphne rolled her eyes with her characteristic soft laugh, “We know, darling. But after three months of waking fifteen minutes before breakfast with only your sports clothing on because You have Quidditch training,” she mocked you, doing air quotes with her fingers.

“I do have training!” you argued with a high voice, pointing your hand at her.

“Yes.” Daphne shushed you, giving you a knowing look, “But recently you carry your Quidditch gear on a bag and get dressed up nicely, like you used to. You wake up now and don’t drag your feet or look like you came back from the dead. Merlin knows you only looked presentable because we took the liberty of making sure you did.”

“Rude.” you murmured, looking between them girls as they stared with expectant eyes. “There is no name to give, alright?” you established firmly. “You would know if there was.”

Pansy hummed, taking the mirror from your hands as she held it up in front of her face, motioning Daphne to change something on her hair, “So we are certain this has nothing to do with Mr. Thedore Nott?” she asked, putting on her best, most elegant voice as she said his name.

You almost spit your drink all over her, turning to the side as you started coughing. “Theo?” you asked with wide eyes as you turned back to them, getting a positive hum from them both. “No.” you said, shaking your head with pressed lips. When they each gave you a knowing look and equally bright grins, you dropped all your weight on the floor, “No?” you asked unsure, your mouth slowly opening, “Why? What do you know?”

“We’ve been very observant lately.” Pansy said, nodding at Daphne through the mirror as she placed it down. “You spend eight out of seven days of the week with him. He’s at the library? You’re there too. If you’re training you just need to look around the bleachers to find the boy. You say you’re cold, Theodore casually isn’t or says he has an extra sweater, which is a bloody lie. If he wants tea, you pour him a cup. You’re nowhere to be seen? Theodore knows where you are.” she listed, starting all excited until her patience slowly wore down, “Honestly love, you don’t need Trewlaney’s big ass glasses to see it.”

You stared at her, frozen in place for a second before you laughed nervously, taking a sip from your drink to refresh your dry throat. “We’re just friends.” you spoke inside your glass, smiling tightly as you took another big gulp of the drink, downing it in one go.

“You and I are friends.” Pansy chuckled, “I remember your birthday because I like a good party and it is an excuse for us to dress up more than normal, you know I’ll chop off heads for you just as I know you would give me the answers to any test we’re taking. But for Salazar Slytherin, I would never sit through a whole three hours of training just because you're my friend.”

“He does that for me,” you said, snapping your eyes at her, “You think he feels something for me?”

Pansy grinned, “So you’re in denial,” she said, making a face, “We’ll work on that then.”

“Denial? No!” you said with a groan.

“Just face it, darling.” Daphne said coming out of the bathroom in a baby blue dress and white boots, “You two have grown closer since the start of sixth year. Theo is not the type to get interested in someone he doesn’t really know. He likes his alone time and his space, why would he sacrifice that?”

“Because we are friends.” you argued, going to sit on your bed, hugging a pillow to your chest.

“You were friends before.” she said, going to sit next to you, “This is different.”

“How?” you whined miserably, “I just broke up with-”

Pansy gasped, turning on her spot as wore a smirk on her dark lips, “Theodore’s like an evil mastermind.”

The pieces started to fit inside your head. The rushing of your heart at seemingly random times, your cheeks getting warm at certain phrases or mentions that brought back specific memories, your mood being more cheerful lately, having more energy and motivation to just be.

Theo had not only helped you remain afloat during a rough time in your life, but he had replaced the rotten pieces of your heart with new ones, using his own pieces to mend yours.

“Think about it,” Daphne said, placing a kiss on your cheek, “You may not feel the same but he definitely feels something for you.”

“We’ll be back soon,” Pansy announced from the door, letting Daphne out, “Go have some fun while we’re gone.” she said with a wink.

You had planned to go and spend some time with Theo, now it didn’t seem like such a great idea.

*******

Your conversation with Pansy and Daphne had left nothing but a curious feeling inside you. For a moment you thought the conversation would change something in you, make you want to run and hide from Theo, avoid him at all cost to save you from the truth. That couldn’t be the case.

Theo had a pull on you that you couldn’t help even if you wanted to. You hadn’t felt like that in a long time and you wondered when it had come back. When did the face of that feeling change?

If anything, being in the presence of Theo became easier, you enjoyed it more and gave in to the subtle flirting with glee. You didn’t try to run from it and instead showed your interest openly, enjoying the reactions it provoqued on Theo as he too became aware of the change. Whether he had help or not, you didn’t care.

All was well again. Or at least you thought.

The library was a place of learning and silence. Given the space as such it also gave place for stares and secrets, making it the more notorious when it happened.

Liliana had left quite an impression on you, a bitter one to say the least, but you couldn’t put the blame on her. Since that night on the first weekend of September, you had learned to notice her presence in different places. She was a Gryffindor in your same year, sharing some classes and watching her in the choir on most evenings. Her voice had a distinct sound, giving you a headache for the first month every time you heard it, now only rising a slight annoyance you could tune out if you wanted. It was no different when she whispered, marking the source of her voice the minute it reached your ears only a couple of tables down the hall.

You didn’t mind, she had the right to be wherever she wanted, no amount of harm done to you allowed you to kick her out, even if you wished you could sometimes. You refused to be the one to leave just because she was there. So you stayed and ignored her, until your name was spoken in that annoying voice.

Your mind was immediately disconnected from the words in front of you, staring at the dark wood of the table with a blank image in your head as you focused on the words leaving her mouth.

“Johnny, a kid in my house, told me he heard some older students talking. He heard them say that Y/N, the one over there, made a show of Draco and me at that party at the beginning of the year just so she could have an excuse to break up with him.” The entire table broke into a fit of whispers, some getting louder than others, “Draco did nothing wrong, he was just trying to mend his broken heart because he found out they were cheating on him.”

“Do they know who they were cheating on with?” Another girl asked.

Liliana nodded, almost looking pained, “I think that’s the worst part,” she admitted, “They say it’s that friend of theirs, Theo Nott.”

You slammed your book shut, packing your things on your bag as you marched to their table, eyeing her up and down from where she sat. “You should really learn to be more discreet, sweets.” you murmured lowly, threateningly. “Who told you all that?”

“Maybe you should learn to stay out of other people's conversations.” she said in a mimic of your voice, “Or at least do it right. Didn’t you hear? A kid from my house told us,” she said, running her tongue over her teeth with a smile, “Me and a bunch of other people.”

You hummed, placing your palm flat on the table as you lowered your face to be eye to eye with her, smiling at the way she backed away immediately. You straightened your back slowly, staring down at her, “I can’t take you seriously when you’re shaking like a boiling cauldron.” you scoffed, turning on your place as you left the library.

You didn’t stop until you were down on the dungeons, making your way inside the Slytherin common room while breaking the spells preventing girls from walking to the boys dorms. No one even tried to stop you, too familiar with your presence there or seeing the determination set in your face. Your wand was held up surely, walking to the right door and knocking like a mad woman.

Blaise greeted you with a frown, holding the door so only his body was visible, “Y/N,” he announced, more to the people inside than to acknowledge you.

“Is Draco here?” you asked immediately, glaring at him as you heard shifting inside the room.

With a step forward, Blaise held the door closed behind him, “I don’t think he-”

“I’ll take that as a yes.” you said, looking at the door as you motioned him to move, sighing heavily as he didn’t budge, “Let me in, Blaise.”

“I don’t think he wants to see you.” Blaised warned, stepping aside as you walked past him. Looking around the room until you spotted him, sitting like a king on the armchair closest to the small chimney in their dorm.

You stared, glaring at him while letting the anger that had gathered from your walk to the library to where you stood now sit deep within you. He didn’t grace you with one glance, not even a side look as he passed the page on the book in his hands.

“Why did you do it?” you asked with a dead voice, staring at the unfaced side of his face.

“I’ve done a lot of things,” he murmured, “You’ll have to be more specific.”

You felt all the pain slowly making it back to the surface, the wound that had healed leaving a soft feeling scar that was itching you. “Nothing weighing on your conscience recently?” you asked.

He looked up, staring at the stone wall for a moment before he closed the book and placed it on the table in front of him. “Not really. Why? Are you looking for advice?”

He shut you up momentarily, your mouth slightly open, “So it was you.” you said in a low voice. “You started those rumours.”

He shook his head angrily, finally looking at you as he pointed an accusatory finger in your direction, “Those aren’t rumours.” he said firmly, “How long has that been going on?”

“You were always jealous of him.” you whispered in disbelief, a dirty kind of pain bubbling in your veins as you glared at him, “You can call me whatever you want, say all you can come up with and tell the entire school about it, but you will leave Theo out of it.”

“Of course you would defend him.” he scoffed.

“He does not deserve your anger.”

“You’re both equally guilty,” he said, eyeing you up and down, “Look at you now.”

“Guilty?” you asked angrily, head turning to the ceiling as you ran a head down your face, “Guil- And to think I felt ready to forgive you.” you said, turning your back on him and missing the way his jaw clenched, casting his eyes down to the low fire in the chimney. You turned sharply back to him, “What about being fucking selfish?” you asked him, looking for his eyes. You rounded the room, going to stand right in front of him, “You can’t see me move on and be happy, can you? My happiness is either with you or with no one else.”

He moved his eyes up, staring as you motioned your hand to your chest, looking at you before he focused over your shoulder, lifting his chin.

“Spread all the rumours you want.” you said harshly, “You know they’re not true and deep down it’ll eat you inside because you know I did nothing but love you, and you threw it away like it meant nothing.” One step forward, his grey eyes focused on yours again, void of anything as angry tears pooled on yours, your hardened look making him lose all words. “I bet you thought I wouldn’t move on. Well, I did. And now you’re going to watch as I build everything we could’ve had together with someone else.”

“With Theo?” he asked in a whisper, arching one eyebrow.

You looked down at his face, taking one step back to put some space between the two of you, “Yes, with Theo.” you said, ignoring the skip your heart missed as the words were spoken out loud by you, “At least I know he cares about me.”

He tilted his head, “You thought the same of me.”

Your lower lip trembled, stumbling back slowly as your face turned to the look of pure pain. “You’re an asshole.” you spat, “But I’d like to think you did at least care for me once.” you said, voice breaking in the end as you turned on your spot, opening the door wide as you slammed it behind you.

You turned sharply to the hall, a gasp leaving with your soul as your body clashed against another one. “Blaise,” you breathed out, as his hands settled you firmly on the ground, your eyes then falling to your opposite side. “Theo.” you whispered the name, both panic and relief washing over you.

He snapped his head up to look at you, his head that had been permanently looking to the steps beneath his feet now looking at you.

“We didn’t mean to listen.” Blaised excused the both of them, “Theo insisted on going inside and I felt like I needed to stop him.”

“It’s fine.” you said softly, eyes trained on Theo as Blaise walked back inside his dorm, placing a hand on your shoulder as he left.

Theo looked at you, “We really didn’t mean to eavesdrop.” he said, “I was in the common room when I saw you walk in.”

You blinked slowly, the gears turning inside your head as you nervously looked at him, “How much did you hear?” you asked.

He looked away, running his hand through his hair on the back of his head, “All of it.” he admitted apologetically.

“All of it?” you blurted out a little too loudly, making you both flinch as he took your hand, leading you down to a place that wasn’t the door of his dorm.

“Yeah,” he said, the corner of his mouth lifting as he fought his own smile. “Did you mean what you said there?” he asked, and you didn’t have to ask which part he referred to.

Your heart felt strongly against your chest, the heat of your cheeks spreading all over your face, as you lowered your eyes to the hold he kept on your hand. “Wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t.”

His smile instantly widened, a breathy laugh leaving his mouth as he turned to the side, “I’m sorry to say this right now but this is turning out to be the best day of my life.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” he nodded, turning back to look at you.

“Mine's turning out better.” you said.

His eyes shone with a new found light, dancing between your eyes and your lips before he knew what he was doing. His hands went to cup your cheeks, pulling you flush against his chest as he crashed his lips against yours.

*******

10 years later

The bell to the small coffee shop rang softly all over the closed room, the chatter in different tables never ceasing, the people serving the tables never stopping, the smell of freshly brewed coffee mixed with the walls. Not one person turned to look at the tall man walking in, his entire demeanour out of place with the cream colored wallpaper and old looking drawings of flowers on it. He wore all black, making his skin look even paler against the heavy looking dark green scarf around his neck; his cheekbones were sunken but if you looked at him for more than one glance you could tell it was just the way his face was.

One of the girls serving the table noticed he remained still on the door, walking to him as soon as he got the order from the table she found herself at. “Hello, sir.” she said, getting his focus over her, immediately making her feel small, “Are you looking for a table?” she asked.

He shook his head, going back to scanning the place, “I’m meeting someone.” he told her in time to hear the callings of his name.

“Draco!” he heard, moving his head to the side to see Daphne waving at him from the back of the shop. The girl motioned for him to go first, following him until they reached the table.

She offered him a menu, one Pansy quickly returned, “One black coffee, love.” she said, “The man doesn’t know how to drink anything else.”

“Right away.” she said with a nod, leaving the table with a small skip to her feet.

“How are you, Draco?” Daphne asked, taking a bite from the cake in front of her.

“We saw each other last night.” Draco answered with frown, muttering a Thank you to the girl as she placed his coffee in front of him. “Not much happened during the night.”

Daphne just scoffed, turning with a glare at him, “One day I’m not gonna ask anything about you, and you’ll miss it. I’m just trying to be a good friend.”

“Don’t mind him, Daph.” Pansy muttered, running her finger through the frosting of her cupcake, “Draco didn’t learn his mother’s politeness and etiquette. He’s like a caveman when it comes to socialising.”

Draco turned to glare at Pansy, making her smile grow, “Where is Theo anyway?” he asked, turning to the door as Blaise walked in as well, walking straight to their table with a confident look.

Pansy shrugged, smiling at Blaise as he hugged Daphne, “We were the first ones here.”

“Have you seen this?” Blaise asked, placing the paper on the table as the pictures showed Ginny Weasley on the cover, “Y/N got to go see the Holy Harpies play and do an interview.” he tapped the picture, “She took it.”

They all leaned over the paper front page, reading quickly over the lines as at the end of the article all credits went to you.

“That bitch.” Pansy whispered, “I never doubted she could do it but she actually did it.”

Daphne turned to Pansy smiling as well, her cheeks hurting from it, “Our girl has her own successful newspaper.” she cheered.

The bell rang again, going unnoticed by all as they gushed all over your new success, your newspaper was popular among all ages and of interest to the wizarding world. You had managed all, mainly on your own, so you could now open a small office and hire some other reporters. It had been your dream since you graduated and now it is a reality.

“Oh, so you have seen it?” Theo asked with a smile as he rounded the table, placing a kiss on the girl's cheek, and then moving to pat Blaise and Draco on the back before he sat down, “Well, one thing less to say then.”

“And where is Y/N?” Draco asked, looking at the door hoping to see you walk inside.

“Yeah, where is your better half, Theodore?” Pansy whined, turning her head back as well with a pout, “I like her better.”

Theo smiled softly, looking down at his lap as he rearranged his chair to sit closer to the table. “She won’t be joining us today.” he said, looking around the table to confused looks.

“Theo, we love you, but from now on if you don’t bring Y/N with you you are no longer invited.” Daphne said with her hand on his shoulder.

“What-”

“Don’t listen to her, mate.” Blaise said, “I actually want to see my friend.”

The table turned to a debate, everyone shouting their own arguments about how they preferred you over Theo, and how Theo had managed to steal you from all of them seeing how it wasn’t fair he got you all to himself. As much as Theo enjoyed the little chaos created at the table, he had the time ticking against him.

“I’m asking Y/N to marry me.” he shouted, managing the table to fall to a complete silence, all heads turned to him with their words stuck to their tongues.

“What?” Draco asked in a whisper.

Theo turned to his friend with a smile, a soft chuckle coming out of his lips, “I’m asking Y/N to marry me.” he repeated.

The table burst out in cheers, Daphne throwing his arms around Pansy as she laughed in glee. Blaise congratulated Theo, standing to hug him as Theo gladly took him in his embrace.

It was only Draco who remained seated, not a clap not a cheer out of him as he stared at his friends in a cold shock. He felt as if all sound around him went away, the feeling numbing but still he was there, present. He could see Daphne bursting into tears of joy as she stood to hug Theo, see Pansy and Blaise hugging as well. He could not move.

“You alright, mate?” Theo asked, putting his hand over the blond shoulder.

Draco blinked, swallowing hard as he stood from his chair and opened his arms for Theo, “I’m really happy for you.” he breathed out.

Theo hugged him, tighter than the other, “Thanks, Draco.” he said to him and him only. “It really means a lot.”

Draco limited himself to hum, hoping Theo could not feel the shake of his hands on his back.

*******

“Honey, I’m home!” you sang as soon as you kicked the door to your flat open, barely making it inside as you carried all your bags and coats on your arms. The door closed behind you with a soft click and no answer came back from the inside. “Theo?” you called again, placing your keys and bags on the table by the entrance.

When you walked to the living room you gasped, covering your mouth with both hands, “Merlin’s beard,” you whispered, “You dress up nicely, Nott.” you complimented as he sat on the armchair facing the entrance.

“Thank you.” he said, standing as he turned you in your place, “So do you, we do it greatly. Enough reason for you to take a shower while I bring you some clothes and things you need.”

You let him push you around the flat, leading you to your bathroom. “Did you buy me some new clothes?” you asked teasingly.

“Uh- nope.” he admitted, placing a kiss on your cheek as he handed you your towel, “But you’ll get to wear something nice you have been wanting to put on for a long time. Then, and only then, you’ll get your surprise.”

“Surprise?” you asked, suddenly aware that he was being serious, “What surprise?”

“You didn’t think I'd miss your big interview with Ginny Weasley, did you?” he said while pecking your lips, blocking the door with both arms extended to the sides of the doorframe, “But you’ll see, love.”

You looked suspiciously at him, a small smile on your lips, “Fine.” you agreed, “Better choose something nice, otherwise I’ll change.”

“I promise it is nice.” he shouted behind the door, leaving you with a growing smile on your face.

*******

“Theo, is not funny to apparate with your eyes bandaged.” you whined, but then you felt the air hit your face softly, the sound of the city surrounding you in a lovely manner, not noisy or annoying, just alive. “Theo?” you called.

“Keep them covered!” he said, never feeling when he had left your side and ran off into the distance. But then his distinct warmth was next to you, the feeling of his chest against your back familiar, “Ready?” he asked in a whisper.

You chuckled nervously, nodding your head. “What are you doing?” you laughed, the scarf tied around your eyes coming off as soft lighting made it to your eyes, the blurring of having your eyes covered fading as you blinked.

It looked like a piece of paradise had made it down to earth and you were in it. “It’s beautiful.” you said in a whisper, walking slowly around the rooftop you found yourself in. The edges of the building were covered with small plants and vines that grew down the building, the natural plants kept there offering colour in shades of red and white, with some of the petals from the flowers thrown on the stone floor. On a small table on the far end across from you were lit thousands of candles, lighting the space warmly and welcoming.

“All this because of the interview?” you asked, turning to him with your hand outstretched to him.

“It is a massive achievement and I’m so proud of you for it.” he said, taking your hand in his, “Truth be told, I’m hoping we can celebrate two things tonight.” He took your free hand, placing it on your shoulder as his other hand went to your waist.

“What’s the other thing?” you asked, placing your chin over his shoulder.

“You’ll see,” he whispered in your ear, swaying you softly. “Do you know what happened on this day ten years ago?” he asked.

You thought about it, doing the maths in your head as a low chuckle escaped you, “We were back at Hogwarts, so probably some mischief.”

He chuckled at that, nodding his head, “Something like that.” he offered, “Ten years ago today I kissed you for the first time.”

You drew your head back, looking at him in surprise, “Really?” you asked.

“Really,” he confirmed, letting go of you as his hands went to cup your cheeks, “Just like this.” he murmured, connecting your lips in a soft kiss, slowly melting against one another. He touched your forehead with his, eyes opening to stare into your shiny ones.

“Each day to your side has been a gift I don’t deserve, but you made me feel worthy of it, of you. Every night I ask the sky what I did to be here with you and every night I go to sleep with no answer. I’ve finally found my answer, and it’s you. You are the answer to every question, every fear or joy. Because I did right by you, I’m happy and you’re there, even I get scared and you’re always there. I’m scared, I’m scared that one day our time will be over because these ten years have gone by in the blink of an eye and I’m not ready for it to be over, nor will I ever be. So, if you’ll have me, I’d like for us to be eternal.”

He held your hands at arm reach, taking a shaky breath as he kissed your knuckles and let go of your hands. Reaching inside his pocket as he pulled out a small dark green velvet box.

“Theo.” you whispered shakily, watching as he gave you a small smile as he looked up at you on one knee.

“Will you, Y/N Y/L/N, have me for the rest of your days as your husband?”

You broke into a joyous sob, nodding your head eagerly, “Yes.”

With a teary smile, he took the ring from the box, sliding it into your left ring finger as he stood up again. You jumped to his arms as soon as the ring was on your finger, placing a thousand kisses on his face until you finally landed on his lips.

Like a crashing wave, the door to the rooftop burst open, loud cheering and fireworks shooting from wands lighting the sky as all your friends step out from their hiding place.

Draco watched as you gazed at Theo with unbreaking joy. No one else existed but the man you held in your arms, not even the one who longingly stared at you from the side.

*******

Narcissa Malfoy walked through her home with confidence and peace like no other. Her shiny heels clicked against her marble floors as she made it to the main entrance of the Malfoy Manor. She stood like the proud face of the Malfoy family and with deserving rights. Lucius had fallen in the minds of the wizarding community since he spent time in Azkaban and Draco was just a young soul, not one fitting to face society in their name.

However, as she stood at the entrance of her living room with a soft smile, all pride vanished from her face as she saw the state of her son.

“Merlin,” she muttered, walking inside and taking the glass from his hand as she placed it out of reach, “Your aunt Andromeda will be here any minute now and look at you, Draco. Have some self respect and change into fresh clothing, brush your hair and for my sake, stop drinking.” she ordered kindly yet firmly.

He looked up at her, standing from his seat, “I’ll be in the study.” He excused himself, moving to the hall when his mother called again.

“No, you will not.” she said, “Sit.” she ordered, sitting herself on the arm rest of the sofa, “I’m not wrong to say Y/N and Theodore’s engagement has you in such a mood.”

He glanced at her with tired eyes, not agreeing nor denying her words. “Honestly Draco, I thought you had come to accept the situation as it is.”

“And how is that?” he asked hoarsely.

“You made a mistake when you were young, mistakes that hurt Y/N and pushed her from you and right into Theodore’s arms. Your attempts to fix your mistakes were useless. What makes you think annoying a girl will make her come back to you? Just like your father, really.”

“Are you saying this is my fault?” he asked.

“It is your fault, Draco.” she said firmly, “You must own your mistakes and the consequences just like we have done all our lives. If you care for her and Theo, because he is your friend, you will support them as such.”

He pondered over his mother’s words, twisting the ring on his right hand, “What if I don’t want to be the bigger person?” he asked, fearing the answer but not enough not to ask and know the inevitable result of his future actions.

“Then you lose her, forever.” she stated, standing from her seat, “Now, pull yourself together.”

*******

If Draco Malfoy didn’t believe in any higher being, he started to believe in one the moment the doors opened to reveal you behind them.

You carried a glow to yourself, like suddenly paradise had decided to take a human form and you had appeared on this earth, right in that moment in the same place he stood now. Dressed in all white, your face broke into the definition of happiness when you saw him, nudging Blaise to get him to start walking you down the aisle. Blaise chuckled, leading you in his direction as the room full of people you chose to share this day with stodd from their seats. The violins started to play heavenly on the back, the echo in the old building only giving it a more dramatic feeling as it flowed in between the fabrics of your clothes. If music had a physical form it would dance around you, following you close and delicately in flickers of silver and gold. Yet nothing would move your eyes from the one you longed for, the one you assured was your soulmate.

Blaise helped you up the small step, holding your hand in his as he placed a chaste kiss on your knuckles, turning with a firm nod as he delivered your hand to him.

See, Draco Malfoy started to believe in a higher being right there and then because no other could be so cruel.

Who else could be so cruel to assure him a place one step from where he wished he could be? Draco had been given a front line entry to farewell the one he loved. He had a clear view of you for the ceremony, looking over Theo’s shoulder as he had done for the past ten years. Nothing broke him more than knowing he had looked at you the entire time and you had not looked at him once.

The cracks in his heart cut deeper as you swore your love for Theo before everyone you held dear to your heart, how you retold your and Theo’s story with tears in your eyes and soft laughs. His own eyes burned as he cursed himself for wishing it was your story you told with deep emotion in front of the world, for wishing it was his hand the one that wiped the fallen tears from your cheeks.

He wished he had the courage to step in and tell you Theo could never love you like he did.

When he woke up from his daydream it was too late. Everyone in the room stood cheering as the newly wed couple sealed their union with a kiss.

He realised too late he didn’t clap nor smiled, something he did not regret. He didn’t feel like doing those things.

Now, with the moon starting to truly shine in the sky, the party and the wizard and witches there were full of life. The time for the guests to dance with each part of the new couple had arrived, and the line was dearly long. However, Draco planned to keep you up to your word, having the first dance after the groom.

He strode along the dance floor, the soft candle light reminiscent of Hogwarts above you, showing his shadow as he stood beside you. “May I?” he asked, offering his hand at you as he looked at Theo.

Theo smiled softly, placing a quick kiss to your lips as he placed your hand in Draco’s. “Sure thing, mate.” he said, turning on his heel. “Has anyone seen Blaise?” he called, opening his arms as your taller friend ran into the dance floor.

You gazed at them with a smile, finally turning completely to Draco as you swayed close to him. It was a comfortable silence you had fallen into, your head rested against his as you closed your eyes, only his voice bringing you back.

“You look beautiful.” he said softly.

“Thank you.” you answered in a soft sigh, “You look very handsome yourself.” you told him, moving slightly back from his hold to get a look of him, taking him in. “Tell me, who’s the lucky one you brought as your date?” you asked.

He smiled, the action actually filling his face with emotion, “I didn’t bring a date.” he said.

“What?” you gasped incredulously.

He shrugged softly, “Didn’t feel right.” he murmured, moving his eyes away from you for a second.

You chuckled, tapping his chest with your hand to bring his attention to you. “What do you mean it didn’t feel right?” you asked with a smile, “You came here to hunt for my single friends, didn’t you?” you teased, wiggling your eyebrows as you turned around, “Well, there’s Daphne’s sis- No! Wait, there with the dark hair? That’s Rob-”

“Y/N,” he called in a low voice, making you look in his direction with a frown at his sudden change.

He saw your face, pictured your voice, your reaction at what he had to say.

“Just listen to me, please.” he would’ve asked, “I know I screwed up and that I hurt you, but I never stopped loving you. I thought I could- fuck it, maybe I can, but I don’t even want to try. Theo is all that’s good for you and I’m happy for you two. But he’s not me, you’re not us. Not what we used to be. I’m sorry if saying this is selfish but I can’t keep it to myself. I’m not going to try and ruin what you have but I want you to know I will always be there for you. If something happens, I’ll be there to catch you.”

He said none of those things. He didn’t want to.

“I brought my mum.” he said with the arch of his eyebrow, pointing his head to his side as you saw the characteristic black and white haired woman, holding a glass in her hand.

You awed slowly, turning to him with a soft look, “You brought your mum,” you repeated, tilting your head to the side, “Wait, I invited your mum.”

“You did?” he asked with surprise.

“Of course.” you told him slightly offended, “She is very important to me.”

He frowned, giving her a glance, “She said nothing to me.” he murmured. His attention shifted abruptly as Pansy strode her way to them.

“I owe my best girl a dance.” she said, popping her hip to the side as she stared Draco up and down.

“If you ask nicely.” Draco said, turning your back to Pansy.

“Move away, Draco.” she said, standing taller with her chin up.

He shook his head, turning to you with a peaceful look, letting go of your hands as he engulfed you in his arms. “I’m so happy for you.” he whispered, making you hold him tighter.

“Thank you.” you whispered, moving back as you placed your hand on the side of his arms, “Dance with someone?” you asked, putting on your best pleading look.

He scrunched up his nose, “Maybe another night.”

You sighed, letting go of him with a more hopeful look on your face that quickly turned to a break of giggles as Pansy practically threw herself to you.

Draco couldn’t help himself and chuckled, hearing the loud laughter of his friends behind his back as walked to stand to the side of the dance floor, seeing as Theo still had to let go and dance with someone other than Blaise.

“She looks beautiful, doesn’t she?” Someone asked to his side, probably catching him staring for a little too long in your direction.

He nodded, “Yes, she does.” With curiosity, he turned to his side to see the person beside him, finding dark hair in a high- too perfect- ponytail.

“I’ve never met her before tonight, but she looks like she could light up an entire room.” she noted with a kind smile, taking a sip from her tall glass.

“She can.” he confirmed, taking a glass himself from the tray of a passing waiter.

“You know her?” she asked curiously, turning finally to him, her smile falling for a brief second before it went back to normal.

Draco chuckled, “I’m one of her best friends, Theo’s best man too.” he shared, even if it was common knowledge.

She nodded happily, “Sorry, I don’t know anyone here except my sister and her girlfriend.” she said, pointing her hand into the crowd to probably show him her sister, he could not place her.

He changed his glas from hand to another, offering his now free one to her, “Draco Malfoy.” he introduced himself.

She raised her eyebrows in his direction, considering his hand before she slowly took it in a firm shake, “Astoria Greengrass.”

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enemies w/ tension. | slytherin boy headcanons

author's note: feralism inside. readers be advised. eighteen plus.

- your enemies reaction to you bending over in front of them.

Draco Malfoy.

Draco Malfoy, as your enemy, was an absolute arsehat.

He’d purposely go out of his way to make your life a living hell whenever he bloody could.

The teasing and pranking was relentless; from accidentally spilling a particular shimmering potion on your white uniform blouse, rendering it perfectly see-through and exposing your bra to everyone in potions class, to pulling out your seat when you weren’t looking; he’d done it all.

He was an absolute menace, but you also knew there was something more to it than that, something possessive, something obsessive.

And you thought this for a multitude of reasons, but the main one being that he admitted he was into you while drunk at a common room party. which of course he denied the next day, and every other day since, choosing instead to be as annoying as ever.

but on this particular late evening, assigned as partners for a class project, you found yourselves alone together; the tension high and the banter relentless.

“Draco, please stop acting like a bloody child for five seconds.”

He’d roll his eyes, fighting a smirk. “Pleading for mercy are you? How adorable.”

You’d huff, staring at him with your arms crossed out of frustration as he held your quill above his head, just out of your reach.

“No, I’m pleading for you to stop being so goddamn insufferable. Give me my quill.” You’d hiss, entirely irritated.

Of course he’d just laugh, wetting his lips as he analyzed your frustration, revelling in the fact he’s so clearly gotten you going.

“Here.” He’d sneer, all before tossing it half-way across the room. “Go fetch.”

by this point, your blood was boiling, but you wouldn’t miss the glint in his eyes, the one that told you he was enjoying this a little more than he should be.

With a frustrated sigh, you pivoted sharply, seizing the perfect opportunity. As you closed in on your quill, a deliberate hair flip cascaded over your shoulder. Slow and sensuous, you bent at the hips, hands trailing down your sides, tracing the subtle sway of your body reaching for the quill. Picking it up achingly slow, on the ascent, you locked eyes with Draco over your shoulder, a sly smirk playing on your lips.

Draco’s typically poised demeanor faltered as he watched, an involuntary pause freezing his features. His steely gaze, usually cloaked in arrogance, softened into a momentary bewilderment.

The realization hit him like a revelation, and before you could even process it, he was up and out of his seat, one hand gripping the back of your head as he loomed over you.

“What the fuck was that?” His voice was torn, shredded. “Quite the fucking tease, huh?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You blinked, grinning. “I simply picked up my quill.”

His grip on the back of your head tightened, his pupils blown wide with lust. All his restraint was gone.

“You’re a fucking filthy little thing “ he leaned in closer, wetting his lips as he glimpsed yours. “Do that again and I’ll fuck you right here, right over this desk.”

Blaise Zabini.

Blaise fucking Zabini. Your enemy? You guessed you could call him that.

Mainly because all the guy ever did was sabotage your bloody love life. Every single damn chance he got.

And not even in a traditional asshole type of way, like by scaring dudes off or threatening their livelihoods--oh, no.

he scared them off by just being himself.

You’d known Blaise since first year, being that the two of you are from the same house and share the same friend group,

but, all the two of you have ever done, since day bloody one, was banter and bicker like a pair of fucking first years.

But as you matured, that friendly banter slowly transitioned into something more, something that neither of you seemed willing to acknowledge.

Something that you knew was about to boil over, at any given moment. and perhaps, that moment was today.

you sighed in frustration, watching as the guy you’d been talking to all night began to make his way through the crowd, finally taking the hint and excusing himself after Blaise had just ever-so-kindly invited himself into your conversation.

“Why do you have to ruin everything?” You took a sip of your drink, glancing at a smirking Zabini through narrowed lids. “Do you not want me to find love? Do you truly hate me that much?”

“I did you a favour, trust me,” he’d quip, flashing those perfect pearly teeth at you. “Dude would have bored you death.”

“The great Zabini, doing me a favour?” Your eyes widened, and you’d stifle an amused scoff. “Sure you’re feeling okay?”

As Blaise was poised to respond, you fumbled with your wand, inadvertently dropping it onto the wooden floor of the common room. Acting on instinct, you bent down to retrieve it, sensing Blaise's eyes lingering on your backside for an unnecessarily long moment as you slowly straightened up.

And when you finally looked over, you watched as he brought a hand up to his mouth, attempting to hide his grin as he shot you a knowing, wide-eyed glance, his body tensed as though he was fighting to restrain himself.

but after only a few seconds, he’d step closer, his hand grazing your arm as he leaned in.

“Excuse me miss, but I think you’ve made me drop something,” he’d pause, watching your eyes as you met his.

“I’m sorry?” You snorted. “what are you-“

he’d pull you closer, bringing his mouth toward your ear. “you made me drop my fucking jaw…”

you’d blink, caught off guard. “Blaise-“

“That ass is fucking perfect,” he murmured, wetting his lips. “cant hide it anymore, princess…i want you bad.”

Lorenzo Berkshire.

“Enzo-earth to bloody Enzo,” you emitted an audible groan, sinking back down into the chair beside him.. “can you please at least fucking attempt to help me?”

Enzo was uninterested in your pleas, truthfully, he was uninterested in anything you had to say. Paying no heed, he sat slouched, head nestled in his arms on the desk, seemingly oblivious to your presence.

you sighed. this was going to be a long damn class.

“Enzo, please? you can sleep after class-“

He grumbled softly under his breath, neglecting to raise his head from the desk. However, he pivoted it towards you, his bleary brown eyes meeting yours.

“can you knock it off?” his voice was a shredded rasp. it was clear he was exhausted. “don’t you ever get tired of hearing your own voice?”

You scoffed, irritation evident on your face. This was the typical Enzo conversational experience--a constant exchange of snark and jabs. It baffled you how a man so fucking attractive could also be so damn daft at times.

“i don’t, actually,” you huffed, trying to keep your composure. “but i certainly get tired of your ignorant attitude.”

that managed to get at least a chuckle out of him, even if it was a half-assed one.

“spicy today, i see.” his lids fluttered back closed as he muttered, “bite me, darling.”

“you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” you teased, your voice taking on an arrogant tone. “masochist.”

Enzo emitted a snort, a hearty chuckle escaping from his chest in response to your suggestive jab. Progress was evident, and you sensed the need to elevate things to the next level if you intended to secure his assistance.

Making sure his eyes remained closed, you slyly nudged your quill, sending it tumbling off the table and onto the floor. A mischievous smirk played on your lips as it hit the ground, and Enzo's eyes snapped open, fixing on you.

Maintaining the intense eye contact, you slowly leaned over in the chair, letting the seductive sway of your movements accompany your reach for the fallen quill.

you could feel Enzo's gaze following your every movement as you retrieved the quill with a lingering touch--all while a subtle, suggestive smile danced on your lips.

the second you straightened out, Enzo sat up straight, clearing his throat, tongue darting out to moisten his lips as he fought to collect himself.

“what’s the matter, Enz?” you quipped, unable to control yourself. “thought you were tired?”

“don’t play with me, angel.” he muttered, leaning closer. “please, Merlin, don’t fucking play with me.”

you’d snicker. “help me with this assignment and i’ll let you touch it.”

“deal.”

Mattheo Riddle.

you and Mattheo were enemies for one reason, and one reason only--his suffocating arrogance.

perhaps you were the only girl in the school who called him out on his bullshit, perhaps you were the only girl in the school who didn’t fall flat at his feet anytime he simply breathed.

and Mattheo, well, he wasn’t used to this type of treatment. and he certainly wasn’t keen on the fact he couldn’t get you in his bed with a mere second long glance.

of course, you were fully conscious of the fact he was hot as fuck, but your self-respect and dignity outweighed your sexual desires, which in turn, created fiery spats every-time the two of you were near each other.

And so, here you were, paired with him for a research assignment; the two of you alone in the library on a Sunday night, while he was totally hungover. And as insufferable as ever.

“Mattheo, give my fucking textbook back.”

He’d groan, rolling his eyes as he tucked the book under his arm, hugging it to his chest while seated sluggishly.

“Come and get it back, then.” He’d utter, smirking. “I promise I don’t bite…hard.”

You fought back a scoff. “You won’t be able to bite at all if you don’t cut it the fuck out…it’s almost ten o’clock we need to start this.”

Mattheo rolled his eyes, again, his tongue piercing the inside of his cheek as he pulled the book out from under his arm, and stood up, moving over to the bookshelf behind your chair.

With suffocating snark, he knelt down, shoving the book onto one of the shelves lowest to the ground, all before turning back around and smirking at you, crossing his arms over his chest and shrugging casually as he cocked an eyebrow.

“You told me to give it back.” The arrogance in his tone was nauseating. “You didn’t specify where.”

“First of all, that’s the wrong shelf,” you’d mutter, watching his eyes follow you as you pushed up from the chair, veering closer. “And second of all, you’re not funny.”

Mattheo poised for a sharp retort, ready to counter with his usual biting wit. However, his words stumbled into silence as he observed you drawing near.

With a swift, almost calculated movement, you bent at the hips to retrieve your book beside him. The fabric of your skirt dared to venture higher up your thighs than convention allowed, leaving Mattheo momentarily entranced and rendering his intended response obsolete.

But the second you straightened out, meeting his eyes, lips teasing a knowing smirk, he was on you.

Your back slammed against the shelf as he grappled your hips, shoving you back. he towered over you, his lips pressed directly against your ear as he growled;

“You shouldn’t be bending over like that in front of me,” his voice was torn, shredded, and he finished the sentence off with a sharp “ever.”

your heart was hammering. “Why not, Matty? Didn’t enjoy the show?”

“You have no idea what that ass of yours does to me,” he groaned, his grip on your hips tightening. “Every fucking day I imagine railing it--I imagine fucking the attitude right out of you…you should know better than to tempt me.”

Theodore Nott.

“Look at that,” Theodore quipped, his snarky grin practically evident in his tone of voice. “top of the class again. how does that L feel, huh?”

you grumbled, rolling your eyes so far into the back of your skull that you were seeing white.

“don’t get cocky, Nott.” you nearly snarled, the frustration seeping from your lips like breath. “it’s not a good look on you,”

theodore merely chuckled, knowing that was a complete fucking lie.

cockiness was an infuriatingly good look on him, and that was solely due to the fact that the objects of his arrogance were damn impressive achievements that could make anyone green with envy.

the man was unfathomably smart for an arrogant jock whose life was dedicated to being the best quidditch player to ever exist.

clucking his tongue, he’d shoot you a knowing glance. “you sound jealous, bella. what’s your grade?”

as he tried to lean over to glimpse your mark, you pulled your paper away from him, scowling. “how about mind your own business, hm?”

he’d chuckle. “never been known for that, have i?”

Before you could formulate a response, Theodore snatched the paper from your hands, leaning away to sneak a glance at your mark. Your groan of irritation resonated, signaling your exasperation with his antics.

Annoyed, you reached over to grab your paper back, your low-cut blouse exposing more of your chest than you’d intended.

As soon as Theodore’s eyes fixed on your chest, noting your breasts practically spilling out of your shirt, he paused; his fingers involuntarily releasing the paper without further fight, his lips parting and eyes darkening.

“merlin,” he’d breathe, his voice torn. “you trying to give a lad a fucking heart attack, wearing a shirt like that?”

your cheeks grew warm, his eyes not once breaking from your chest as you straightened back out in your chair, adjusting yourself.

“it’s rude to stare, Nott.” you’d say, fighting a grin. “didn’t your mommy ever teach you that?”

Theodore let out a low groan, edging his body closer to yours. His lips dangerously neared your ear, and he couldn't resist sneakily glancing down your shirt, unable to control his wandering gaze.

“it’s rude to tease, Bella,” he’d purr, his voice a dark murmur. “and truth be told, i can’t quite help myself…”

you huffed, unable to stifle your smirk. “sounds like you need a refresher in manners.”

“Oh, principessa,” he’d retort, his voice laced with need. “you can refresh me in anything you want as long as i can see more of those perfect tits of yours.”

Tom Riddle.

Tom Riddle was an absolute brilliant genius;

a good man. a private, by-the book type of student.

and if you were being completely honest with yourself, this was precisely why the two of you didn’t quite get along.

it seemed as though Tom had it out for you, as though he had some sort of personal vendetta to make your life a living hell.

At every opportunity, he wielded his prefect powers to land you in trouble for something. Perhaps, in all fairness, you should have known better than to sneak into the restricted section of the library or prowl around the castle late at night,

but, gods. couldn’t he just cut you some bloody slack for once?

Admittedly, you were afraid to cross Tom. You weren't eager to be on his bad side, but at the same time, you weren't prepared to entirely abandon breaking the rules and having fun just because you were aware he could catch you.

so instead, you learned his schedule, where he’d be and at what times, knowing how to effectively avoid him.

the man was a cunning genius, you knew he could effectively destroy you if he so pleased.

but, on this particular night, he was set to be patrolling the dungeons for at least another two hours, giving you plenty of time to sneak into the library and do a little research.

and everything was going extremely well, hidden in the restricted section, blanketed by the nights encompassing darkness, when you noticed your shoelace was untied.

Bending down to address the matter, a peculiar sensation tingled through your senses as you completed the task. A subtle shift in the atmosphere hinted at an approaching presence, and just as you straightened up, the hushed cadence of footsteps drew closer.

Before you could pivot to face the intruder, their looming silhouette materialized behind you.

A towering figure, their breath, warm and palpable, brushed over your ear as they leaned in, setting your nerves on edge.

“you shouldn’t be bending over like that in public,” the voice was a deep, dark rasp in your ear, the arrogance in the tone unmistakable. “some people might think you’re a little slut.”

heat rushed you, your thighs clenched. “and what if i want some people to think that?”

immediately understanding your suggestive remark, Tom wasted no time before grappling your hips and spinning you around to face him, one hand slithering around your lower back and grasping a palmful of your ass.

“filthy whore,” he’d growl, his voice shredded now, barely restrained. “breaking the rules and showing off that perfect ass for anyone to see…calls for punishment i’d say.”

his teeth found your neck and you whimpered, clutching onto him. “i’m-“

Tom pulled back, meeting your eyes. “bend over the desk, now.”

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Why Not Both.

PAIRING: Mattheo Riddle x Reader x Theodore Nott

INFO: Lucius Malfoy, fueled by disdain for your family's wealth and competitive Pureblood status, makes an unwanted advance at a public event. Fortunately, two old friends from your Hogwarts days come to your rescue, and grateful for their intervention, you seek a meaningful way to express your thanks.

TAGS: 18+, THREESOME. complete filth. slight sexual aggression/unwanted touching, violence, an ungodly amount of flirting, SMUT, fingering, hickeys, drug use, mentions of blood, throat fucking, oral(mrec), piv, degradation kink, praise kink, italian!theo.

"Please, for the love of all things magical, conduct yourself appropriately tonight, figlia."

Hidden behind the obscurity of your tinted black sunglasses, you executed an eye roll so pronounced you half-expected your eyes to vanish into the depths of your skull. The subtle percussion of your tongue against the back of your teeth preceded the moment as you composed yourself enough to deliver a response.

"I already told you," you retorted, curtly. "I'll play nice if he does."

Your father reciprocated the eye roll, reclining back against the supple leather of the limousine seat with an irritated huff. His gaze lingered on you, a silent calculation etched across his face, contemplating what tempting offer might sway you into comportment. He knew that you were not going to make it out of this gathering alive if you let your attitude get the best of you.

"What's the price tag this time, hm?" He tutted, fingers deftly adjusting his tie while sharing an anxious glance with your mother, perched nervously beside him. "A new purse? Some shoes, perhaps? Or are we gunning for another car?"

Suppressing a smirk, you lowered your sunglasses down the bridge of your nose, casting a pointed gaze over their rim at him.

"Are you seriously resorting to bribery, padre?" The feigned disbelief laced your voice, but your mother's glare sliced through it like a knife--a silent command to hush, one you chose to disregard. Adjusting your glasses, you exhaled a theatrically exasperated sigh. "Your lack of faith in me is genuinely disheartening. I assure you nothing but the epitome of professionalism from me tonight."

"Stronzate," (bullshit) your father snapped back, his eyes smouldering with a frustration intense enough to sear through your facade, clearly fed up with your antics. "Last time you peddled that line, you ended up with Lucius Malfoy's hand around your throat during what was supposed to be an informal business dinner."

You scoffed, a smirk playing on your lips before you could restrain it. "Not my fault that lunatic can't handle the damn truth. Would you prefer I let him take advantage of you? Step on you like a fucking cockroach?"

"Listen to me," he shifted to the edge of the limousine seat, his elbows finding a perch on his knees, hands firmly clasped together. Leaning forward, his gaze locked onto yours, his serious demeanor demanding your full focus. "Just because we have money doesn't mean I will bail you out if you happen to land yourself behind bars tonight. Do not fuck with the Malfoy's, figlia, I mean it."

"You sound afraid of him," you fired back, your expression a stoic mask, unruffled. "I wonder how your esteemed associates would feel about that...one of the wealthiest Pureblood wizards...intimidated by a bleached blonde-"

"Enough," he exhaled, weariness tainting his tone as he implored, "For Merlin's sake, behave your age for once--just tell me what you want."

Pouring a measured amount of champagne, he lifted the glass to his lips, the subtle clink echoing a blend of frustration and reluctant acceptance in his gaze. You huffed, reaching into your purse and retrieving your lip gloss and flip-open mirror. As you leisurely applied it, your thoughts raced, contemplating what might rein you in.

"I want him to stop mentally undressing me in front of his wife," you declared bluntly. "It's just plain rude."

Tossing your lipgloss and mirror back into your purse, a ripple of annoyance traversed your father's features, his countenance ready to unleash a torrent of reprimands in Italian, ones you'd heard a countless number of times before. It didn't take much to get under your father's skin.

However, before the first word could escape, your mother intervened with a firm, "Cut that out, figlia--just answer the bloody question."

Her intervention carried the weight of both authority and exasperation, effectively halting the imminent linguistic storm your father was about to unleash. With another dramatic eye roll and a matching huff of irritation, you straightened out against the leather, flattening the fabric of your tight black dress out against your thighs.

"Fine," you ground out through clenched teeth. With your chin defiantly raised, your gaze flicked back and forth between your parents. "Bags. A new Fendi, a replacement for the Christian I lost, and another Prada."

Your father grumbled something discontented in Italian, the disappointment clearly etched across his features as he parted his lips to respond; his brows pinched so tight it looked painful--until your mother swiftly raised a calming hand, quelling the potential storm.

Turning her eyes to you, she wore a wry smile and declared, "Deal."

A devilish smirk played across your lips as you nodded in agreement, satisfaction colouring your calculated arrangements. Handbags were hardly a necessity, considering you already owned more than you knew what to do with--but, if your father was determined to buy your silence, to keep you from retaliating against the biggest assholes in the entire wizarding world, one of whom was intent on tearing down your family's name out of sheer jealousy--then the price wasn't going to come cheap.

As the limo glided to a stop outside the opulent venue, you composed yourself, aware that tonight meant facing a sea of influential figures. Pureblood wizards--from the Nott family to the Riddles, the Malfoys, and the Berkshires--were all gathered at this prestigious ball, amongst many others. You knew tonight carried immense importance for your family, and you harboured every intention of keeping your opinions in check, and keeping your mouth shut.

But you couldn't say the same about your legs.

Stepping gracefully from the limousine, the resonance of your red stilettos hitting the cobblestones beneath them echoed in sophistication. A subtle adjustment of your dress against your thighs preceded your purposeful stride toward the entrance. Cameras relentlessly flashed from all angles, rendering the protective shield of your sunglasses almost futile against their blinding onslaught.

Squinting, you ascended the velvet stairs, only to feel a sizable hand rest on the small of your back, accompanied by a honey-like drawl in your ear.

"Easy there, Bella...we wouldn't want that perfect ass meeting the cobbles, now would we?"

You scoffed, your smirk undeniable. Turning your head, you caught a glimpse of the charming Italian boy you hadn't seen since graduation. The desire to fling yourself into his arms simmered within, yet you reserved such greetings for the more private confines indoors.

"Gods, how I've missed that sexy voice of yours," you teased, a pleasant warmth enveloping you at the sight of him. Clad in a crisp black suit, his hair styled to perfection with light stubble grooming him nicely--he looked even better than your memory served. "Remind me to grant you a proper kiss once we're inside."

"Missed more than just the voice, I hope," he quipped, a smug grin playing on his lips. Adjusting his suit jacket with a casual flair, he leaned in, his voice a low murmur. "Inside or outside, Bella, I'm not one to decline such tempting offers."

"Believe me, I'm keenly aware," you retorted, a sly grin playing on your lips. "You never were good at resisting temptation."

"Can't resist the irresistible, principessa,"  he replied, his tone laden with a provocative confidence. "I'd take your ass right here if you asked."

"Aren't you as bold as ever," you quipped, a grin playing on your lips as you finally reached the grand double doors. Theo's hand reluctantly left your back as he positioned himself behind you, gently ushering you forward. "Perhaps you could at least buy me a drink first?"

He huffed. "Anything you want--it's yours, angioletta."

Theodore graced your ass with a subtle smack as the two of you glided into the grand ballroom, its excessive expanse pulsating with the energy of wizards and witches converging from every corner of the globe. The occasion? A celebration for the new Minister of Magic--a matter that scarcely held your interest. The real allure? A night to revel in intoxication and reconnect with the charming Slytherin boys you'd wanted to see since graduation.

And here you were, the night only just unfolding, already engaged in a provocative exchange with one of the men you'd been yearning for. His hand rested tantalizingly low on your back, skillfully guiding you through the bustling crowd.

You drew nearer to Theodore as the two of you continued weaving through the crowd, lowering your voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "My parents gave me strict orders to steer clear of the Malfoys tonight, specifically Lucius."

"Huh, can't say I'm shocked," Theo chuckled, his grin stretching across his cheeks. "After that little incident at the meeting, I'm surprised they're letting you share the same room with him."

"So you heard about that." A flush warmed your face as you peeked at him over the edge of your sunglasses. "Was I really that terrible?"

He cast you a sidelong glance, his eyes twinkling. "Let's just say, your mouth has a reputation for getting you into quite a bit of trouble."

"Maybe," you quipped, your gaze confidently drifting towards the bar across the room. "Then again, it's also been known for getting me out of a fair bit of trouble."

Theo slipped behind you as you navigated through a cluster of witches, their dazzling diamond necklaces almost blinding, even through your shades.

"Mm, I wouldn't doubt it," he husked, the audible smirk in his voice. "That mouth of yours has its own set of skills, Bella...some men just can't handle it."

"Well, lucky for me, I prefer those who can handle a little challenge," you purred, turning to shoot him a sultry glance over your shoulder. "I intend on staying far, far away from him tonight."

"As much as I want to take your word for that..." he replied with a sly grin, cocking an eyebrow. "We both know how you are."

As the two of you finally reached the bar, a dazzling array of diamond bottles adorned the shelves against the wall. The counter, a masterpiece of ornate gold foiling on a white marbled surface, beckoned with an air of opulence. Theodore leaned over it, flashing a cheeky grin at the bartender.

"Two glasses of Dom Pérignon champagne," he requested smoothly, the words gliding off his tongue like silk, "per favore e grazie."

"Dom Pérignon?" Your jaw fell open, and you drew your sunglasses down the bridge of your nose to look at him. That champagne was over three hundred dollars a fucking glass. "Are you trying to get me to fuck you, or fall in love with you?"

He choked, snorting at your bluntness. "Why not both?”

Your grin was untameable as Theo's laughter resonated through the bustling room. Collecting himself, he accepted the glasses from the bartender, presenting one to you with a deviously charming grin. His eyes sparkled with desire as they traced the curve of your lips, before falling to observe the way your red-manicured nails delicately wrapped around the crystal glass.

Shaking himself from his reverie, he met your gaze again, his smirk growing wider. "Not to burst my own bubble or anything...but if it weren't for my parents picking up the tab, we'd be toasting with sparkling cider."

A soft laugh escaped you at his cheeky admission, and you raised your glass to meet his with a playful clink. "To your parents' tab."

As you toasted, you couldn't help but savour the familiar charm that had always intrigued you about him. Despite the magnetic connection and your undeniable attraction, the boundary between friendship and something more had remained uncharted territory throughout your school years.

You had every single intention of changing that, tonight. 

As the liquid elegance glided down your throat, leaving behind a lingering warmth steeped in opulence, you held Theo's gaze as you lowered your glass, acutely aware that his eyes had yet to stray from yours. Taking a measured step closer, you tilted your head back slightly, maintaining the captivating connection as you closed the distance between your bodies.

"I believe there's still something I owe you, hm?" you purred, your voice a sultry whisper. "And perhaps...given the circumstances," you gestured to the expensive champagne in your hand, moistening your lips, "I might now owe you more."

Theo's response was a low, husky chuckle as his free hand found its place on your hip. His fingers pressed into your side with a possessive grip, while the hand clutching the glass tightened, threatening to shatter within his fingers.

Spurred on, you continued. "Unless, of course, we consider it a mere indulgence on your parents' generous tab...either way-"

"Oh no, no," he interrupted with a knowing tut, his gaze piercing through half-lidded eyes. "My parents appreciate repayment just as much as I do...consider me their collector."

"Mm," you breathed, red fingernails on your free hand trailing up his chest. "I suppose I better get to work, then, hm?"

His response was a low huff, a smouldering spark in his eyes. "Dio mi aiuti..."

A smirk played on your lips, a rush of heat colouring your face as his teasing plea to God sent a surge of desire through your thighs. Gliding your fingers higher up his chest, you seized his tie, drawing his mouth down to yours in a deliberate, unhurried kiss. With no sense of urgency, you explored his mouth, savouring the moment for all it was worth.

Until, abruptly, a curt voice sliced through the charged air, instantly extinguishing the flames that had been blazing between you and Theo. The sound made you want to vomit near instantly, the feigned niceness in its tone grating on your nerves like nails on a chalkboard. You knew there was only one fucking man a voice that sickening could ever belong to.

"Well, isn't that just adorable...young love in all its glory," he sneered, and as you and Theo reluctantly pulled away from each other, you released your grip on his tie, taking a measured step back. "...never thought you'd be able to find someone who would put up with that attitude of yours...colour me shocked. "

As your gaze met the tall, arrogant blonde man peering down at you, you bit your tongue hard enough to taste the metallic tang of blood. His eye twitched as he shamelessly scanned your body, tracing over every curve and inch of body that his evil gaze could find. You were grateful for your sunglasses now more than ever, as they perfectly concealed the intense eye roll you were directing at him.

And then, just as you were poised to respond, you caught sight of his son, Draco Malfoy, and his nephew, Mattheo Riddle, two more of your old housemates. Draco, accompanied by his wife, Astoria Greengrass, sauntered up beside his father. Each of their eyes widening in disbelief at the unexpected sight of you.

As Mattheo Riddle approached, clad in a crisp black suit and tie, his curly brown hair framing gleaming dark eyes and a strong jawline, your body ignited once more. The charm he exuded brought forth a desire you had worked extremely fucking hard to suppress during your school days, now resurfacing with an intensity that left you breathless.

"Holy shit," Mattheo breathed, moistening his lips as his dark eyes roamed over you from head to toe. He pulled you in for a hug, the smell of his cologne filling your nostrils and making your head spin without effort. Against your neck, he muttered. "Now that's a fucking sight for sore eyes."

Heat flooded your veins, spurred on by the sight of him and his compliment. You let your hand rub tender circles into his back, feeling the taut muscle tense beneath your touch.

"Flattery will get you everywhere, Riddle," you purred against his ear, your grin impossible to conceal, the warmth of his embrace intensifying the heat that flooded your veins. "I see your charm hasn't lost its touch...surprised you're not locked down yet."

"Never been more glad that I'm not," his hand slid lower, finding the small of your back, calloused palms catching on the fabric. "You're leaving very little to the imagination, wearing this..."

"Little something to fuel those late-night thoughts," you murmured, your voice a sensual drawl, heat rolling off your tongue, overflowing your veins. "Better enjoy the view while you can."

"Mm," his hand found your ass, giving it a harsh squeeze. "Don't doubt that I will."

As Mattheo finally pulled away, stepping over toward Theo and embracing him in a bro-hug, Lucius peered down at him in disgust. The atmosphere was filled with the low hum of conversation as Theo, Draco, and Astoria were deep in discussion.

Lucius was busy rambling on to Theodore's father, who had now also joined the group, seemingly oblivious to the tension simmering beneath the surface--but then abruptly shifted his attention to his nephew.

A wry huff of arrogance escaped him. "Do you possess any self-control?"

"Some, on a typical day," Mattheo replied, undisturbed, and with his gaze drifting back to you, he smirked. "Currently, almost none.”

"Right." Lucius' voice was flat, devoid of any emotion as he turned back to you. "Where are your parents? I've been needing to discuss some things with your father."

"They're around," you replied flatly, taking another sip of champagne, determined to deflect his probing. "I'm sure you'll run into them eventually; no one would ever dare ignore you, Lucius."

"A compliment from you? How peculiar." Lucius tilted his head slightly, a malicious glint in his eyes. "Similar to your father's recent behaviour...I must say he has been raising a few eyebrows lately."

"And how is that any concern of mine?" you retorted, your tone laced with partially-restrained irritation. "I don't keep tabs on my father's every move. Perhaps you should address him directly with your concerns."

"Perhaps." He smirked, his gaze lingering on you as he stepped closer--Theo, Mattheo, Astoria and Draco lost in their own conversation now. "But I believe you're easier to talk to, more...amenable."

Your eyes narrowed at his implication, but you maintained a stoic exterior. "I have no interest in entertaining conversation with you."

As he closed the distance, his gaze briefly shifted to the boys beside you, ensuring they were sufficiently distracted before refocusing on you.

"You should," he murmured, an insidious charm lacing his words. "You should want to hear what I have to say."

"Your arrogance is outstanding." Through gritted teeth, you practically snarled at him, "Get to the point."

"Your father has been dabbling in rather dubious dealings of late. It reflects poorly on me and those associated with him." Lucius leaned in closer, his voice a low murmur filled with calculated venom. "If something doesn't change, I'm going to have to take matters into my own hands."

"I try my best to stay out of my father's business," your pulse quickened, a surge of anger coursing through your veins, the air around you growing tenser with each passing second. "But, if I'm being honest, Lucius, I don't appreciate the way you're running your mouth. My parents-"

"Ah, ah," he raised a hand, silencing you. "You'd do well to remember your place, little witch." Lucius's eyes glinted with a sadistic satisfaction, and a smirk played on his lips. "Though I do suggest you start caring about your father's affairs; it might save you from the consequences of his foolish actions."

"I never asked for your advice," you hissed, the thread of restraint in your voice now frayed. "But if we're trading favours, I suggest you leave me the fuck alone before this gets ugly."

Lucius eradicated the remaining space between you, his imposing presence sending a shiver down your spine, the strong scent of whiskey enveloping you. Your gaze remained locked with his, refusing to yield, but as he leaned in, your body tensed. His lips brushed your ear, and you swallowed, fighting the discomfort.

"Women shouldn't curse, little witch, it isn't very ladylike..." he sneered, his voice dripping with vindictive amusement, the words crawling over your skin. "Perhaps your parents failed to teach you that? Amongst other things, it seems..."

You fought the urge to retch. "Get fucked, Lucius."

He huffed, his touch ghosting your hip as he muttered, "I just might."

The moment you felt his fingers graze your body, your hand rose instinctively, before you even had a chance to process it--delivering a swift slap to his cheek, making his head whip to the side, blonde locks flinging upon impact. A moment of tense silence hung in the air as you watched the anger seep into his features, witnessing his eyes darken with fury. Mimicking a move he'd pulled on you before, he seized your jaw, forcing your back against the edge of the bar.

But then, before he could utter a word, the scene unfolded like a rapid, chaotic dance. Strong hands forcefully grappled his shoulders, ripping him away from you within an instant.

"Keep your fucking hands off of her." It was Theodore's voice. Followed instantly by Mattheo's. "The fuck is wrong with you."

In the blink of an eye, Theodore was in action, hooking his arms around Lucius to restrain him, while Mattheo, fueled by raw anger, threw a powerful punch that landed square on Lucius' jaw. The room buzzed with gasps and whispers, the unexpected altercation taking center stage in the glamorous event.

Your stomach fell dramatically. There goes the handbags you'd bargained for.

As Lucius seethed with fury, he forcibly pulled himself out of Theodore's grasp, retaliating by landing a punch on his nephew. The impact split the skin over the bridge of Mattheo's nose, but undeterred, Mattheo swiftly retaliated with another punch, forcing Draco to step in and restrain him.

Sensing the escalating tension, you rushed forward, attempting to break up the skirmish. However, Draco hissed at you, his arm darting out to halt you, eyes narrowing in warning, "Just get out of here. You've done enough damage."

"Are you kidding me?" you snapped back, the clink of your glass punctuating your frustration as you discarded it on the bar. "You've always been a sickening little daddy's boy--wake the fuck up, Draco. Your father is an absolute asshole."

Before Draco could respond, the voices of your parents, entwined with Mattheo and Theodore's parents, resonated through the room, silencing and halting every single one of your collective movements. Your father unleashed a barrage of reprimands in Italian, while your mother shook her head in utter disappointment. She gripped your arm with enough force to make you groan.

Her words were no less than a snarl in your ear. "You had one fucking job tonight. One."

"I didn't do anything--he started it," your heart pounded, vision tinged with red as you spat back, uninterested in the ridicule. "He fucking touched me."

Lucius, now somewhat composed, turned to the security guards standing amidst the commotion and pointed decisively at you, Theodore, and Mattheo, his stern tone leaving no room for negotiation. "I want them removed. Immediately."

Your mother's grip on your arm loosened, her voice now softer as she said, "We'll talk about this later."

The security guards seized you, Mattheo, and Theodore by the arms, forcefully guiding you away from the group. Under the intense scrutiny of Lucius' gaze, you were pushed through the concealed back exit, leading to a row of valet cars waiting in the shadows. The door slammed shut behind you, leaving the chilly night air to greet you as the security guards swiftly retreated back into the vibrant chaos of the celebration, leaving you, Mattheo, and Theodore standing alone in the dimly lit alley.

Without missing a beat, Mattheo smoothly extracted a small container from his pocket, revealing a blunt that he quickly found a comfortable spot for between his teeth.

An irritated huff escaped you as you yanked off your sunglasses, shoving them into your purse. "What an insufferable prick."

The night air became tinged with the scent of both smoke and potent weed as Mattheo exhaled, Theodore hastily loosening his tie around his neck as Mattheo passed him the herbal offering.

"He's got his eyes set on you," Mattheo stated matter-of-factly, the words casually hanging in the air as if discussing the weather. "Not exactly discreet about it either, especially when his wife's not around."

As Theodore passed the blunt to you, you took a long, slow drag--the bitter taste of the weed lingering on your tongue as you mulled over Mattheo's words.

"He’s just looking for another thing to hang over my father's head." A sardonic smirk curled your lips, and you passed the weed back to Theo. "I'm not interested in anything he has to offer...there’s nothing he can give me that I can’t get myself.”

Theo smirked, the dim light casting shadows across his features as he took another drag of the blunt.

“I'll have to admit, it was quite the sight watching you slap Lucius bloody Malfoy..." he purred, smoke twirling around him as he paused, passing it back to Mattheo now. "Not many would dare."

“Well, he had it coming,” you chuckled, the tension of the evening dissipating slightly. “...I'm not one to back down."

"Oh, we know." Mattheo laughed, smoke escaping between his lips, wiping the blood off his chin with the back of his hand. "Your bad ass is always stirring up trouble, don't think that'll ever change."

You smirked, the corner of your lips curling with a hint of mischief. "What's life without a little trouble, hm?"

Theo chuckled, practically a scoff. “A little?"

"Please," you teasingly nipped at your bottom lip, head tilting in a seductive manner. "You know you love it."

Stepping closer to them, you sensually reached out, your fingers making deliberate contact with the fabric of their suit jackets, covering the strength of their strong arms. Moving slowly and deliberately, your touch trailed upward, both of their eyes locked onto every nuanced movement, captivated by your enticing grace.

"I believe I owe you both a special thanks for coming to my defense back there...my heroes." Your voice dipped lower, a sultry edge creeping in as you trailed your fingers upward, grazing their shoulders. "How could I ever repay you for such...courageous acts..."

"Sexy little damsel in distress…" Mattheo smirked, the blunt dangling from his lips as he leaned in, eyes dipping over your lips before falling lower, tracing your curves. "I can think of a few ways you could show your appreciation.”

Theo's grin mirrored Mattheo's as he added, "I think we'll have to discuss those options somewhere more private...back at my place, perhaps?"

"Mm," your stomach leapt with excitement, your stomach tightening in anticipation, you slowly withdrew your hands, stepping back. "Lead the way, boys."

Without needing to hear another word, Mattheo and Theo exchanged a knowing glance before they began to move toward the valeted cars, Mattheo's eyes scanning the line until they landed on a sparkling blacked-out Range Rover. Discarding the blunt with a casual flick, he turned back to you, a smirk playing on his lips.

The night air shimmered around Mattheo's dark pools as he confidently asserted, "We can take my car."

A casual wave set the valet into motion, retrieving his vehicle for him within an instant. The driver expertly guided the sleek black Range Rover to the forefront, its glossy paint reflecting the ambient lights. Mattheo opened the back door with a flourish, gracefully sliding in and making himself comfortable on the far side. A sly grin danced on his lips as he gestured for you to join him.

"After you," Theo's purr accompanied a playful smack to your ass, forcing a slight squeak from your throat, and you tsked at him before obliging.

As you settled into the lavish embrace of the Range Rover's spacious backseat, Theodore smoothly slipped in next to you, closing the door behind him. The interior exuded opulence, the cold leather meeting the warmth of your thighs. Mattheo leaned forward, parting the partition to share Theodore's address with the driver, his cologne enveloping you in an intoxicating embrace.

The air crackled with anticipation as he ended the conversation and slid the partition shut, reclining back against the seat with a provocative spread of his legs. Loosening his tie, he extracted a small bag from his pocket, revealing a white powdery substance within its confines.

"Fuck sakes," he grumbled, catching Theodore's attention. You both met his eyes. "Any chance you've got a mirror in that purse?"

"Who needs one when you've got her?" Theo huffed, snaking an arm around your waist, pulling you snug against his chest. His lips hovered over your ear, and he added, "She's got more than enough to work with, hm?"

As Theo's lips brushed your earlobe, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine, you couldn't ignore the electrifying sensation that danced across your skin. Mattheo's intense gaze fixed on you, adding to the palpable tension in the air as he waited, seemingly holding his breath for your response.

"Mm." Your voice came in a breathless, shuddering whisper, "go on then, Riddle."

Mattheo's eyes darkened with a mischievous glint as he inched closer. Unhesitatingly, he tapped a sprinkle of white powder delicately above the neckline of your dress, right on the edge of your chest. Theodore pulled you even closer against him as Mattheo leaned in, his head lowering to quickly sniff up the line of powder. A cascade of goosebumps erupted across your skin, and your back instinctively arched.

After he'd finished, lingering tingles traced along your skin, intensifying by the millions as Mattheo sensually licked up the remaining powder. His tongue danced against your skin, brushing the delicate tops of your breasts, provoking a series of deeper breaths from your lungs. Your thighs clenched involuntarily, all while Theodore chuckled softly into your ear.

Mattheo pulled up, his lips dangerously close to yours as he whispered. "You want some?"

When you shook your head, Mattheo shrugged, moving to pour more onto your chest--your heart racing as you watched him, eyes dark, jaw tensed. On instinct, you tugged your dress down a bit further, offering him better access. Arching your back into him, your breasts spilled out as you tugged the fabric a little too far, now nearly entirely revealed, nipples just barely covered by the black fabric. At the sight, Mattheo sucked in a sharp breath, jaw falling open.

"Fuck me," he murmured, his hand instinctively coming up to grope the one not covered in cocaine.

Theodore groaned against your ear, watching the entire show with just as much exasperation as Mattheo. His hold on your waist tightened, fingers digging into the fabric of your dress as through he was trying to tear it apart within his grasp.

"That's what you've been keeping from us...." Theo's voice rumbled with dark lust, the words almost tangible in the air as his lips grazed your skin. "…for all these fucking years."

The tender caress of Theo's lips on your neck elicited a soft whimper, matched by Mattheo burying his face in your chest, sniffing up the rest of the drugs, his fingers tightening their grip on your breast, kneading it with a primal urgency. Theo's initial gentle kisses on your neck evolved into hungry bites and passionate flicks of his tongue, sucking vibrant welts into your skin.

Your body wrestled with conflicting waves of sensation, not knowing which to focus on first--blood pooled beneath Theo's teeth as he broke the vessels and marked you violet, inspiring an electrifying surge between your legs, growing more desperate with each passing second. Each touch and graze intensified the sensitivity of your skin, leaving your mouth slightly agape, head tilted back, giving both men easier access.

Mattheo groaned into your chest, a primal sound echoing desire. His rough hands moved lower, finding the hem of your dress and sliding beneath it with urgency, hiking the fabric higher up along your thighs. Your legs willingly surrendered, drawn onto his lap as he pulled them there. His nails dug into your skin as he shifted his mouth higher up your neck, capturing the side opposite Theo, working his teeth along your pulse as he too began marking your skin, sucking purple possession marks to life.

A low, sensual moan escaped your parted lips, a delicious shudder rippling through your spine. As Theo pulled his lips from your skin, you turned your head toward him, drawn by an irresistible force. The moment your eyes locked, an electric charge sparked between you, and in an instant, his lips claimed yours--a blend of sweet champagne, the faint taste of cigarettes, and the lingering hint of weed creating an intoxicating mixture, dizzying your head even more than it already was.

Mattheo's grip tightened around your thigh, a deep, primal groan escaping him, reverberating against your neck. You gasped against Theo's mouth, your fingers moving to find Mattheo's big hand, squeezing him tightly, conveying a silent, unspoken urgency--inviting him to go higher.

Taking the invitation, Mattheo's fingers crawled upwards, pushing your dress further up your thighs until your thong was nearly visible. Theo's hands left your waist, curling around your stomach before moving higher, cupping your breasts and tightening his hold on them; palming and groping and squeezing as much of the supple flesh as he could.

As you whimpered into his mouth, he groaned in response, bucking his hips against you as his long fingers worked to tug them free, exposing your entire chest to the thick, heated air within the Rover.

"Fucking hell." Mattheo muttered, instantly stalling his movements, his plush lips glistening with saliva as his eyes hungrily took in everything you'd just exposed to him. "Now this is fuel for my late night thoughts..."

Lowering his face to your chest again, taking one of your nipples in his mouth without hesitation while Theo gently rolled the other one between his fingers, their collective movements causing you to whimper and squirm against them, eyes rolling back as they each panted against you; lips and hands and teeth claiming as much of your body as they could.

Mattheo's palm slipped higher, grazing your heat over the fabric of your panties, the pads of his first two fingers catching your clit through the thin layer--immediately causing your hips to buck toward his touch as he swirled his warm tongue around your nipple, sealing his lips around it, teeth giving it a gentle tug before he released it with a wet pop.

You moaned, entire body shuddering with need as Theo's teeth tugged on your bottom lip. Breaking the kiss, his mouth moved to press hot, moist kisses against your cheek before falling to your jawline and softly nipping at the ridge. You met Mattheo's gaze, his face flushed with lust, his eyes drilling into yours as he teased you, rough fingers ghosting over your slit, catching on the hem of your panties, watching every single subtle ministration of your face as he did.

"Please," you whispered, the desperation in your voice palpable. "Stop teasing me, Riddle."

"Eager little slut..." Mattheo huffed, amused, and you could feel Theo smirk against your skin, each of their grips hardening to iron. "Look at you...spoiled little rich girl--fuck...you need to be finger fucked in the back of my fucking Range, don't you?"

A guttural groan escaped you, your head falling back against Theo's shoulder. He huffed in your ear, and there was a shared satisfaction between the two of them as they reveled in the newfound ways they had you wrapped around their fingers, surrendering to them in ways you had never dreamed of before.

Mattheo exhaled, a visible effort to rein in his self-control, brushing his thumb against your clit, his free hand coming up to grip your jaw, redirecting your eyes back to his.

"You wanna make a mess all over my expensive fucking leather, huh?" His voice was torn, shredded, a snarl past his teeth. "Tell me."

Theo's hand inched lower, his teeth nipping at your earlobe, and you nodded, swallowing the knot of lust clogging your throat. "Yes-fuck-I do-please."

"Say it," he muttered, voice low, leaning closer to you as he brushed your clit again, sending a burst of electricity through your veins. "I want to hear you fucking beg for me."

Theo's hand found your thighs, slipping between them and pulling them further apart, his heavy breathing washing over your ear.

"Mattheo, fuck-please," you grumbled through a heavy breath, lungs hitching as he teased the band of your thong, slipping under and trailing down to your mound, pausing there. "Please stop being insufferable."

"Oh, Bella...wrong fucking answer..." Theo chuckled, nails biting into your thigh. "Try again."

You groaned, attempting to inch your pelvis forward, attempting to coax his hand further, but Mattheo was unyielding, instead choosing to shift his hold on your face, forcing your jaw apart with your thumb.

"Did you forget that we saved your pretty little ass back there, hm?" His thumb pressed on your tongue, eliciting a gag, his dark eyes taunting you, revelling in your vulnerability. "Drop the fucking attitude or I'll do it for you."

You nodded against his hand, tongue fighting him to no result. His fingers jabbed into your skin, craning your head back, forcing the back of your skull to rest against Theo's shoulder. He relieved your mouth of his thumb, quickly shifting his hand to your neck.

"Tell me you need it." He commanded, tightening his grip, partially obscuring your airway. "Tell me how bad you fucking want it."

"Please," you gasped, spit leaking from the side of your mouth. "I need it so bad, I need you to make me fucking cum-fuck-please..."

"Look at that...much better bambina..." Theo murmured against your ear, his warm breath inspiring a rush of heat to your cunt. "Who knew the spoiled little rich girl could beg."

You rolled your eyes, and Mattheo caught it, returning his thumb to your mouth while simultaneously rewarding your obedience. The pad of his finger drew slow circles around your clit, warmth flooding your body, your lids fluttering in relief. Your hands shifted, one clutching Theo's thigh and the other wrapping around Mattheo's shoulder, thrusting into his hair as Theo pulled your thighs further apart.

"Mm, you're already fucking dripping..." Mattheo growled, rubbing faster in response, sending shocks of pleasure through you, your hips bucking. "Filthy little bitch."

His words, accompanied by his movements, made you groan--and Mattheo huffed, craning your head back further. You were looking into the ceiling--not that it mattered. A haze of pleasure was clouding your vision, drool spilling from your mouth as he massaged your tongue with his thumb.

You felt Theo's fingers creep lower, tugging at the fabric of your panties before slipping under, slicking two of his slender digits in your wetness, teasing over your throbbing entrance. You mewled against Mattheo's thumb, causing him to retract it; and he shushed you with his mouth, capturing you in a slow, breathless kiss, long lashes fluttering shut as he increased the pace on your clit.

Theo's chest was rising and falling against your back as he slowly thrust two fingers into your wet cunt, provoking a restrained squeal as your entire body jerked in response, your cunt clamping hard around him. He growled against your ear, curling his fingers inside of you, scissoring you open as he began to pump them in and out.

"My fucking God, principessa..." Theo husked in your ear, his voice torn. "Such a tight little cunt...so fucking wet..."

As Mattheo pulled back, lips falling to attack your jawline, you were working hard to stifle your moans, spreading your legs wider, hips bucking toward their touch. Their movements were frantic and unyielding, as though they were trying to drive you toward orgasm as quickly as possible, your eyes rolling back and your chest reaching for oxygen it failed to find.

"You want to cum, don't you?" Mattheo muttered, his own voice cracking. You bobbed your head frantically, chewing on your lip hard enough to make it bleed. "Let's hear you say it, pretty little whore..."

"Please," you whispered, your voice shredded, trying your best to keep your voice down as Theo increased his pace, the slick sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of you filling the heated silence within the Range. "Please-please-please-"

"Please, what?" Theo husked, his voice breathless, driving his fingers deeper into your cunt.

"Let me cum," you pleaded, eyes squeezing shut, unable to stop the tightness coiling in your core, unable to slow your impending release. "Please, please let me cum."

"Mm," their response was a collective groan, Mattheo's lips trailing back up to find yours as he murmured against your lips. "Cum for us."

Theo grunted, working a third finger into your cunt, rolling his wrist, and Mattheo increased his pace, the two of them collectively dragging you over the edge--and without being able to control it, you wailed, hips bucking and walls pulsing as you came around their fingers, your ears ringing and your heart pounding as the results of their overwhelming, cumulative movements wracked through you, drowning you in a sea of pleasure.

"There we go..." Theo cooed against your pulse, the deep husk of his voice rolling through your body like thunder, your orgasm wracking every nerve, every cell. "I feel that little cunt squeezing me...fuck-I need to get inside you..."

"Oh Gods...oh fuck-" you whimpered, gasping and trying to catch your breath against Mattheo's mouth as the two of them continued to run their fingers along your slit, switching places as Theo brushed his first two fingers over your clit, and Mattheo thrust two of his own into your still sensitive cunt.

Your nails dug into Theo's thigh, the other gripping Mattheo's curls with force. "Fuck-oh...I can't--Theo-Matt...Gods-"

You broke open, moans flowing from your lips like water, unable to keep yourself quiet, unable to take the onslaught of pleasure that was encompassing you. Still sensitive, you were squirming, whining, whimpering into Mattheo's mouth, and they both shushed you, cooing softly as they increased the pace on your cunt.

Mattheo's free hand kneaded your tit, muttering against your lips. "Come on, little slut...you can take it..."

"We know how much you like to be spoiled, principessa..." Theo husked, lips pressed to your ear. "Don't pretend to be shy now...

You whimpered, squirming as you fought through your overstimulation, and this only seem to spur them on as Mattheo grunted before moving back to the side of your neck, hungry to consume any inch of your skin his eyes could catch.

With another groan, he latched on to you and sucked broken capillaries to existence, littering you with his possession. His hips rocked into the side of your thigh, the bulge between his legs becoming more insatiable with every passing second, electrifying the already unfathomable sensations sweltering inside you.

The atmosphere in the car was quickly changing, the two of them becoming far more aggressive, far less patient. You were flying, heart hammering in your chest, every single inch of your skin buzzing and shaking with pleasure. You knew it wouldn't be long before you broke again, your body screaming and begging for more.

"Such a pretty cunt..." Mattheo purred, curling his fingers inside you, jabbing you deep, rocking his wrist in ruthless rhythm. "You like that, little slut? You like letting us make you cum like this?"

"Yes-fuck-" the response was immediate, involuntary. "I love it-I fucking love it..."

"We wanted to do this years ago, bambina..." Theo purred, his voice like a soothing melody in your ear. "All those years in Slytherin...seeing that fat ass in the common room every fucking day..."

"Complete fucking torture." Mattheo added with a groan, the strain in his voice palpable. "I'm going to fuck the life out of this tight little cunt...fucking cum for me, slut."

You whined, your thighs quaking with the onset bursts of ecstasy, Theo moving his fingers over your clit in short, rough strokes--wetness seeping from between your legs and moistening the leather beneath them.

And as much as you tried to keep it together; to not crumble so fucking quickly, the two of them were too skilled, knowing your signs too well, and began to increase their paces, thrusting you deep under the surface of bliss once more--eyes lolling back as your body shivered in wake of your second orgasm.

"That's right." Theo purred, praise lining his lips. "Good girl... così buono.”

Gasping, you swallowed, noting the drool that had began trailing down your chin, and once you were squirming in sensitivity, they both pulled off--conveniently synchronized with the moment the vehicle's movements slowed, before finally coming to an abrupt stop. A discreet knock on the partition signaled your arrival at the destination.

As you readjusted your dress in an attempt to regain some form of decency, Theo popped open the door, gripping your hand and practically dragging you out of the car. Mattheo's palm lingered on your lower back, holding you steady and guiding you until you stood upright, each of them waiting until you'd regained some form of composure before moving. The two of them led you towards the villa, with Theo's firm grip wrapped around your wrist and Mattheo's hand planted securely on your lower back, your heels clacking off the stones with each step.

They ushered you into the opulent house, a stunning display of luxury that stole your breath. Mattheo swiftly took your purse, carelessly placing it on a polished bench by the entrance, shedding his jacket as he disappeared down a hall. Guided by Theo, you marveled at the plush furnishings and elegant decor as he led you toward the kitchen, his grip on your wrist tight enough to bruise.

The second you entered, the atmosphere shifted, the air becoming charged with anticipation as Theo's lips crashed onto yours once again, hungry and urgent and unyielding. He shoved your back against the marble counter, his hands gripping bunches of your dress and tugging it up your thighs, stomach, chest, before urging you to raise your hands--tugging it off and tossing it to the floor beside you.

His eyes widened, tongue darting out to wet his lips as he took in your exposed figure, inch by inch. "Oh mio Dio..."

A mischievous smirk played on your lips as you took hold of his tie, pulling him closer. Your lips collided passionately, and with a sense of urgency, your fingers worked swiftly to strip off his suit jacket and move toward his belt. The desire for release consumed you; you needed him now.

"Fuck, you're so hard..." you murmured against his lips as you'd undid the clasp and grazed your fingers over his throbbing length, wasting no time before tugging his pants down, revealing his black briefs. "Does this make us even?"

"Not quite, but it's a good start," he groaned, his words a breath past his teeth. "You one time inside that little pussy can settle a fucking three-hundred dollar debt?"

You huffed, biting back your smirk. "Only one way to find out."

In a swift, intense motion, Theo seized your hips, spinning you around and forcefully pushing you against the cool kitchen counter. Your breath hitched as he pressed his body against yours, hard cock grinding against your ass as his hands deftly hooked around the band of your panties, smoothly sliding them down your trembling thighs.

As soon as the fabric hit the floor, he groaned, knocking your legs further apart with his knee. His rough palm caressed the curve of your ass, before following it with a sharp spank, making you yelp, jolting forward as pleasured pain rang out over your skin.

Instinctively, you clenched, and from the border of your vision you noticed movement--Mattheo joining back in from where ever the fuck he'd ran off to, his tie removed and the first of his buttons undone.

Bringing himself to the side of the counter opposite you, his eyes traced your form, bent over, breasts pressed against the cool marble, Theodore looming behind you as he began to tug down his boxers, his thick length springing free in relief; tip glistening. The part of the counter you were bent over was not very wide, giving Mattheo the perfect position to loom in front of you, entangling his hands in your hair as he leant down, softly pressing his lips to yours.

"You want this, puttana?" Theodore cooed, teasing your cunt with false thrusts as he slicked himself along your slit, palm caressing the burning flesh of your ass. Before you could even think to respond, he spanked you once more, your flesh quaking from his power as you whimpered into Mattheo's mouth. "You want to take this cock like a good little slut?"

Mattheo pulled back, allowing you the ability to speak--his dark eyes boring into yours as he murmured. "Answer him."

You swallowed, yelping as Theo whacked you again. "Yes! I want to..."

"What to, what?" Mattheo purred, the sadistic nature of his voice drawing heat from your veins. One free hand shifting to palm his crotch.

“I want to take your cock..." you groaned, and Mattheo cocked an eyebrow, a silent gesture telling you to finish the sentence. "...like a good little slut."

"There we go..." Mattheo murmured, leaning in to kiss you again. "Such a good girl."

"Mm-so fucking wet," Theo groaned, teasing you with the head of his cock. "Shit..."

With his hand on your hip, he plunged into your warm, wet cunt, choking on his breath as you whined and pulsed around him, enveloping him to the base. Fuck--he was big--his thick girth stretching you open, the sweet sting causing you to moan helplessly into Mattheo's mouth.

"Fuck..." Theo cursed under his breath, hissing your name as you clenched around his length, head slamming into your cervix with the very first thrust. “Porca puttana…you're so tight..."

Mattheo pulled back, straightening out and smirking down at you as he fumbled with his belt, undoing the latch before pulling out his throbbing length, your stomach instantly doing a cartwheel at the sight of it. He was just as big as Theo, and equally as fucking needy--cock pulsing as he wrapped his fist around it, pumping himself a few times as he eyed your body--took in the sight of his best friend fucking you against his kitchen counter.

And then, Mattheo's hand resumed its place in your hair, yanking your head back as he directed your eyes to meet his. He leaned in slightly, dark gaze burning wounds into your skin. "Open that filthy mouth...stick out your tongue."

Moans were flying from your lips as Theo quickened his pace, pulling out and slamming back in, pinching your hips between his fingers, cursing under his breath in Italian. Through the haze of pleasure, you obeyed Mattheo's command, jaw dropping open before sticking out your tongue.

Mattheo leaned in, closer, and spat into your mouth. "You want to suck this cock?”

Your eyes rolled back, quickly losing yourself in the hurricane of pleasure Theo was providing you with, a deep growl leaving Mattheo's throat as he tightened his grip on your hair.

“Yes, please-“ you whimpered, scalp stinging. “Please let me suck your cock.”

With an approving groan, Mattheo moved closer, guiding his twitching length past your lips, using the hold on your hair to crank your head back, the angle allowing him a long, deep stroke into your mouth, and you groaned, gagging around him.

"Shh," Mattheo purred, head falling back, lids fluttering. "Relax your throat for me."

You choked, drooling and panting as he overwhelmed your throat--but he was so far gone, so encased in fogging fizzles of lust that he didn't even put anymore thought toward your struggles, his groans growing louder with every thrust.

"Fuck..." he breathed, tightening his fist in your hair, tugging the strands with force. "That's it," pushing further, he released a moan when your neck bulged, swelling with the invasion of his cock. "Choke on it, whore."

He snapped his hips, pushing deeper, and you gurgled against his dick, but it only caused him to increase his pace, adjusting your head back as he started fucking into your throat. Every thrust brought a noise from your mouth, and every noise he ignored, fingers scraping your skin as bliss overwhelmed his senses.

Your body was throbbing, desperately fighting off its third orgasm, tears stinging your eyes as Theo fucked you deep, stretching you wide, your wails being suffocated by Mattheo's thick cock, your body physically convulsing in overwhelming, toe-curling pleasure.

"She likes this," Theo breathed, his hand snaking under your hip, fingers connecting with your clit, and you wailed against Mattheo's cock, eyes rolling back in your skull as you drowned in pleasure. "…she likes being used like a piccola troia del cazzo.” (little fucking slut)

"Mhm," Mattheo breathed, voice hoarse with pleasure. "Yeah she fucking does."

Delight resonated at their words--you were so drunk on the euphoria of being fucked that you could only moan helplessly in agreement. You were close, your orgasm a quickly rising tide, ready to crash over you at any given moment. Your body was trembling, near convulsing, cunt clamping down around Theo, pushing him dangerously close to his own peak.

"Fuck-" Mattheo choked, lungs sputtering--Theo's fingers swirling your clit harsher, quicker. They were both close, you could tell. "Fucking pretty little mouth feels so good wrapped around me..."

As your eyes fluttered, dangerously close to reaching your own peak, both men stalled, pulling out abruptly. You almost wailed in protest, almost chewed them each out for abandoning you so fucking close to orgasm like that, until they moved, switching places as though it was a silent understanding, as though they communicated without you hearing it.

Theodore stepped around to your side of the counter, quickly fisting your hair and forcing your mouth to his cock. You whimpered, tasting your own juices on his thick length, but before you could even generate a thought in your head, Mattheo sank into your wet heat, sucking in air through his teeth as it swallowed his heavy, hard length.

"Fucking hell..." he groaned, hands sliding up your sides and finding your tits, cupping them as he began pummelling your cunt. "Fuck-this pussy was worth the wait...so fucking worth the wait..."

You howled in ecstasy, moaning and gagging simultaneously as Theodore fucked your throat with no mercy, thrusting in and out with an animalistic pace. Mattheo slid a hand down your stomach, trailing over the mound of your pussy, connecting with your clit and rubbing vigorous circles against it. The reaction was immediate--your whole body jolting and withering under each of their massive frames, your lungs gasping and panting for air.

"Fuck-you're squeezing me so hard-I'm gonna cum in this tight cunt..." Mattheo breathed, free hand giving your swollen ass cheek another harsh smack. "Fucking slut-shit..."

You whinged, your climax fast approaching, and Theo jerked your head further back, meeting your glossy eyes. "You want to cum, huh?" He muttered, fucking deep into your throat. "You want to fucking cum for us?"

You nodded, or tried to anyways, and Theo grinned, gracing your cheek with a playful smack. "Go on then."

Body obedient out of habit, you snapped, pleasure storming through your raw, shredded nerves, stripping them of any control they had left, legs twitching and lids squeezing shut while you screamed onto his dick. He cursed in satisfaction, his hands squeezing fistfuls of your hair while he held off his own peak, fucking into you until you began to struggle for breath, your lips and jaw going numb.

"Fuck me,” Mattheos voice was shredded, physically in pain, free hand whacking your ass. "She likes cumming on my fucking cock…sexy little bitch-fuck-“

Theo groaned, the sound doing unspeakable things to your body as Mattheo pulled his fingers off your clit and returned to clutch your hip. You knew they both were close, their movements turning erratic--Theo's chest sputtering with each breath until as you felt his hot cum shoot down the back of your throat, you mewled--swallowing every last drop.

You must have blacked out, you must have disconnected from your own body for a moment, because when you came to--all you knew was you could feel Mattheo's climax rupturing through him--you felt the violent fucking into your cervix, the hitching, stuttering of his hips, felt him silence himself against your back while he poured jets of cum into your cunt, felt him throbbing at the hilt as he stopped, wiping the sweat from his brow as he pulled out, tucking himself away.

The room was silent, and for a few moments you were paralyzed, focused on trying to bring breath back into your lungs, focused on trying to return your heart rate to a normal pace. At this point, you weren't sure what was intoxicating you anymore--wether it was the alcohol or the buzzing, overwhelming lust that was slowly fizzling off your skin--but you knew that you were spent, your body nothing more than a limp, exhausted, sweaty mass of flesh.

Mattheo gripped your arms, tugging you off the counter. Theo passed him his white dress shirt, and Mattheo aided you in slipping your arms inside before wrapping his arm around your waist--walking you over toward the couch, plopping down and lying back along its length. Theodore joined in, moving to your other side, the both of them nuzzling up against your exhausted body as the three of you worked to come down from your highs, worked to return your pulses back to a normal pace.

After a moment, once your head had stopped spinning, you flicked your gaze over the both of them, smirk teasing your lips. “Round two?”

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