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theodore ‘i’d let the world burn for you’ nott

mattheo ‘i’ll make the world burn for you’ riddle

i don’t make the rules. case closed.

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more sweetheart!reader with mattheo

You’re sitting on the chair next to Mattheo, a chair that once belonged to Theodore Nott who was now sitting off to the side with Enzo and Blaise as they watched you lean all your body weight on the hand that rested on Mattheo's desk.

"Did you do something different with your hair?" You ask, peering up at him through your eyelashes.

"Hmm?" He looks down at you.

"Your hair, it looks a bit different." You watch in adoration as he runs his fingers through his hair, only for his curls to fall perfectly back in place.

"Good different?" He smirks.

"Very good different." You say quickly, making him laugh.

The two of you don't hear Theo, Blaise and Enzo snickering at you a few seats away.

"That is a girl in love." Pansy says, frowning at her friend, “It's almost hard to watch."

"Mattheo is going to break the poor girl's heart." Blaise says, always amused.

“I wouldn’t be so sure.” Theo chuckles, "the other day, I was talking about some movie and he casually says 'yn loves that movie'."

"So? That's normal. By now, they’re friends, aren't they?" Enzo asks, Theo rolls his eyes.

"Okay, first of all, Mattheo isn't friends with girls." He points to Pansy. "Unless they're his friends' girlfriends or whatever."

Pansy grins, and throws her feet on Blaise's lap.

"And secondly, Mattheo knew her favourite. movie." Theo emphasises.

The group nod and gasp in agreement.

“You’re kidding! I’ve known him for 3 years and he still can’t remember my birthday!” Enzo complains.

“Sorry, Enzo, you’re not his girl.” Blaise snickers.

"Should we be worried that they can hear us?" They turn their attention to the pair sitting a couple seats away.

You were in a fit of giggles over something Mattheo was saying, his entire presence making you giddy. Their focus was set on you two, your focus was set on each other.

"Yeah, I don't think we have to worry about that."

to the two people who sent me asks - they’re in my drafts!! coming so soon, i promise. i have so many drafts of situationship!mattheo i might just skip this awkward “friends” stage

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Taylor Swift, August

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Good Luck, Babe!

Pairing: Pansy Parkinson x Reader (Draco x Pansy in the background)

Reader: she/her pronouns, no mentioned house, artsy

Warnings: Heartache, they don’t make up, not proof read

Category: Angst, songfic, one-shot,

Summary: In which you call off a two year secret kind of love affair.

Author’s Note: Just realised that this song isn’t even in an album and it’s giving me anxiety on where to put it 🤣

Word Count: <2k

The great hall is already buzzing when you arrive. Students chatter hum in the background, gentle music plays on a record player on the stage, and the scent of syrup and bacon wafts through the air. You tuck your sketchbook under one arm, and catch the sight of Pansy as she sits with her usual squad.

Her black bob hair bounces like they always did when she laughs too hard. Her boyfriend - the infamous only child of Lucius Malfoy - tosses his arm around her shoulder like she was a trophy.

It's fine, it's cool. You don’t flinch. You’ve rehearsed this a thousand times by now.

Pansy looks up.

Your eyes meet.

One second.

Two.

The corners of Pansy’s smile wavers. She blinks and turns away. Pansy leans into Draco, then kisses his cheek.

You pull your gaze away and keep walking. Past the first years doing their homework. Past the swirl of her perfume.

Flashes of memories hits you like tidal waves…

Warm breath, candle lights dimmed, Pansy’s pinkie hooking around yours at the back section of the library. A whisper of “no one can ever know.” A kiss that tasted like nerves and rose lip gloss.

Jasmine scented letters sent by different owls, poetry written in longing, playlists shared that are filled with confidential desire. A moving picture of kisses on cheeks. A coded message signed at the back of ‘My Baby’.

Hand holding in empty corridors, stolen moments in broom closets, brushing of fingers in passing. An after class excuse of ‘I have tutoring’. A tiptoe back into dorms late at night.

You don't wanna call it off.

But she doesn't wanna call it love.

So this is the way it has to be.

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Potions class first period is the kind of awkward you could cut with the blunt pencil in your hand. You sketch the frown lines of the head of Slytherin house on a loose sheet of parchment paper. He’s grumpier than usual, must’ve had the Gryffindors the previous period.

Professor Snape announces that you are to work in pairs. When he reads your name and Pansy’s, the class goes still for half a second too long. You don’t react. You sit on the stool beside Pansy. No words are spoken between you at first. The cauldron between you both remained empty.

Pansy swirls her pen between her fingers. Then she bites her fingernails. A tell tale sign that she’s nervous. You want to place

Your eyes are drawn to her lips. Guess you’re the fool. No matter how much it makes your heart heavy, when you can’t be affectionate in public like you have done numerous of times in the shadowed corner of unoccupied classroom, you still love her. Even she hasn’t said those three words back to you.

A loud pop behind you jolts you back to the present moment and makes Pansy’s pen fall to the floor. You pick it up and hand it over. Your fingers brushed.

Pansy pulls back too fast.

“Thanks.” she said, softly.

You just nod. “Anytime.”

The rest of the lesson, you’re both giggling and talking nonsense. Feels nice interacting like this out in the open.

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It’s been long a day and you were walking past Pansy’s locker. Since there weren’t anyone significant around, you decided to leave her a little note saying ‘I missed you today. Meet at our usual?’ You’re cliché, who cares?

It's still a kind of love affair that brings butterflies to your stomach and also ties it into knots.

You walk to the divination tower. It’s a quiet place after school time. No one comes here. They all rush to the library to study, or the courtyard to relax or to save a spot in the astronomy tower for an evening date. You take out your sketchbook and scribble soft features of the girl that you met here.

Smiling to yourself, you recall the day you found Pansy singing quietly as she uses a brush to paint bright colours on her eye lids.

“That suits you,” you complimented. You didn’t know what came over you. You don’t usually talk to students you don’t know. But she looked gorgeous sitting there, joyfully being creative.

“Thanks,” she turned to look at you, “You’re the one who sits in front of me during charm always drawing.”

“Yeah.” You said sheepishly.

“What’s this?” Pansy snaps.

You look up. Her eyebrows scrunching, and her hand clasping a piece of paper in front of your face. As she waves it around, you catch a glimpse of the ink and handwriting.

“Well babe, I just wanted to see you. How else do I let you know to come here? I don’t understand why you look so mad,” You take a step towards her silent pacing body, “Babe. What’s wrong?”

“This. You can’t be leaving things like this in my locker! I’ve told you before not to give me anything so publicly.” Pansy throws the note. Your heart hurts as if it’s the one absorbing the impact as the paper hits the floor.

“I didn’t sign it. I didn’t write my name. They could just think we’re friends. So please stop worrying.”

“No! But what were you thinking? No. You weren’t thinking. Draco could’ve found this! Others could’ve seen you place this in there! I told you that no one can find out about us,” Her voice in a whisper but message so loud, “for this to work, we need to keep this a secret.”

Tears start to trickle out your eyes. You only wanted to see her privately. You didn’t want to wait for hours on end like you usually do, hoping Pansy comes here of her own accord or that you’d have to look for her in the library, perhaps even find her in other nooks and cranny hiding from the pressures of the world.

“What even is this? What are we?” You know the answer, so why did you ask?

“Together!”

“No. You and Draco are together. You and I are just a shadow of that.” You’ve had conversations like these before and you’re getting tired of it.

“Is that why you wrote to me so publicly? Huh? To let people know? What is wrong with you? You get off from outing me?”

You cry, “That’s not fair. I just need a little loving.”

“Well I just need a little air” Pansy storms off, leaving you.

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Pansy stumbles upon a drawing of her under the seat pillow of the divination classroom. Her heart beat racing when she sees your signature at the bottom right hand corner. She neatly fold it in half and stuff it in her book bag. Maybe she was too harsh on you last night.

When you ignore her wave during third period charms, she decided she’ll make it up to you with a picnic at your usual meeting room. Gestures like that normally patches things up between the two of you.

Little does she know that whilst Pansy plans this in her head, your mind is thinking you’re going to call it off. Even if she apologises for being sharp with you. Even she calls it love. Even if it carves out a large portion of your heart. You just had to survive the day without bumping into her. Else you might change your mind.

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After dinner, you climb the ladder leading to Professor Trelawney’s classroom. The room is lit with floating candles. Your hand scrapes against the wood as you pull yourself upright.

Pansy is sat on a blanket sprawled out with a basket and glasses of what seems to be either red wine or blackcurrant juice. Her favourite drinks. A feeling within your chest stings deep down, but you clench your teeth with the resolve you have from earlier today.

“Hey,” Pansy calls out softly.

You don’t respond.

Only when you don’t move further does Pansy continues, “I brought your favourites.” She smiles and motions towards the set up on the floor.

One second.

Two.

The corners of Pansy’s smile wavers.

“I also found this.” She opens up a folded page, and reveals a sketch of yours you thought you had lost. You had a panic looking for that very paper the other day, in fear of someone coming across it and calling you or Pansy out, before deciding it must have been buried under all the paper pile in your room.

“I really like it.” She says, patting the pillow next to her. You are surprised at her reaction of finding the drawing, you feel a pang of guilt and anxiety that Pansy must have found it somewhere out in the open. That’s when it clicks in to place. You shouldn’t have to feel like this.

“I can’t,” you start.

“You can’t what?”

“I can’t do this anymore. I just wanna love someone who calls me ‘baby’.”

“You are my baby.”

“Only in here. Only confined in small spaces or hidden amongst the dusty corners.”

“You don’t understand-“

You interrupt her speech, you’ve heard it all before. How she has to keep up appearances for her family’s sake. How awful she feels about keeping you a secret. How she’s suffering too. You understand but you can’t bear it any longer.

“I do but you don’t understand it from my point of view. You talk about feeling guilty not meeting your family’s expectations and that you have to be with Draco for appearances sake, but I don’t think you’ve ever thought about how that makes me feel.”

“But-“ Pansy tries to interject but you continue.

“When you cancel plans because Draco suddenly made last minute dinner reservations. Or when you’re harsh with me about leaving you gifts and notes. He doesn’t love. He just parades you around like a medal he won for just participating.”

“You don’t realise how much this hurts me. Not being with you. If you hadn’t love me, none of this would be this messy!” She says, teary eyed.

“ I don’t want to be with someone who thinks of me as an afterthought or makes me feel guilty for loving her. I think we should-“

“-Don’t do it,” She pleads, “Don’t say what I think you’re going to say. I just have to stay with him a little longer.”

“How much longer? It’s been 2 years Pansy! We’re graduating in the summer! You said it yourself, that he’s planning on proposing to you at the end of the graduation ceremony! What then?” You cry out.

“I… I…” Pansy stutters. You know what her answer will be when he pops the question.

“Years from now, when you wake up next to him in the middle of the night, with your head in your hands, you’ll be nothing more than his wife. And when you think about me, all of those years ago, you’re standing face to face with ‘I told you so’ but I won’t be there.”

You can tell by the way her eyes dart around the place that she’s looking to make a new excuse, another stupid reason. Before she can say a word, you wish her aloud, “Good luck, babe.”

You have to stop the world just to stop the feeling within you of love and heartache. But this is a good place to start, leaving her.

To The Library (Main Masterlist)

To The Kitchen (WIPs)

To The Room of Requirement (Creative Masterlist)

To more Pansy Parkinson

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fwb!Mattheo that tells you he doesn't want you fucking other guys during you're arrangement

fwb!Mattheo who drops anybody he was talking to in favor of you, after all, it's fair since he asked the same of you

fwb!Mattheo who talks dirty to you 90% of the time and the other 10% is trying to get to know you better without being too obvious

fwb!Mattheo who won't admit it, but get jealous over anyone talking to you and especially making you laugh but won't actually do anything about it but glare

fwb!Mattheo who suddenly starts having more gentle sex with you and taking his time worshipping every part of you he can reach

fwb!Mattheo who suddenly starts letting you stay the night and makes excuses why he can't leave if he's at your place

fwb!Mattheo taking up much more of your time than at the beginning claiming it's because he's just horny but really he just wants to see you but he'll never admit that

fwb!Mattheo who randomly starts taking you on dates without calling them dates, just spaced out enough to not cause much questioning from you and if you do he'll just say something like "What? I can't hang out with my friend just because we're fucking?"

fwb!Mattheo who casually tells you to take over a drawer or two at his place so you don't have to leave as much, but tells you it's for convenience and he isn't using them anyways(he was but cleared out the drawers out of frustration the weekend prior after you left)

fwb!Mattheo who won't start the conversation himself, but if you ask anything along the lines of "what are we?", he'll be quick to say "my girl/boyfriend" before trying to play it off at first, but eventually admitting his feelings if you start questioning him.

fwb!Mattheo that turns into boyfriend!Mattheo

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Franz Kafka diary

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Short n’ Sweet Anthology

Masterlist

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Back to The Library (Main Masterlist)

To The Kitchen (WIPs)

Send me an owl post if you have a fic request based on any of the songs below (even the ones that already have a fic!)

Tone: ♡ Fluff ♥ Angst ❥ Suggestive Themes

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✿ Taste

✿ Please Please Please

✿ Good Graces

✿ Sharpest Tool

✿ Coincidence

✿ Bed Chem

✿ Espresso

✿ Dumb & Poetic

✿ Slim Pickins

✿ Juno

✿ Lie to Girls

✿ Don’t Smile

✿ Needless to Say

✿ Busy Woman

✿ 15 Minutes

✿ Couldn’t Make it Harder

✿ Bad Reviews

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The Rise and Fall of a Midwest Princess Anthology

Masterlist

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Back to The Library (Main Masterlist)

To The Kitchen (WIPs)

Send me an owl post if you have a fic request based on any of the songs below (even the ones that already have a fic!)

Tone: ♡ Fluff ♥ Angst ❥ Suggestive Themes

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✿ Femininominon

✿ Red Wine Supernova

✿ After Midnight

✿ Coffee

✿ Casual

✿ Super Graphic Ultra Modern Girl

✿ Hot to Go!

✿ My Kink is Karma

✿ Picture You

✿ Kaleidoscope

✿ Pink Pony Club

✿ Naked in Manhattan

✿ California

✿ Guilty Pleasure

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Current what?

Pairing - Theodore Nott x Gf! reader

Summary - Your little prank was not tastefully timed.

Warnings- Bad language, smoking. This is Theo x the current bf tiktok trend lol. No one asked for this it was just in my head. Established relationship ofc, angsty teddy but he does get his comfort dw <3

WC: 1K

Dating Theodore Nott meant never being alone.

Not that he didn’t give you space – no, he cherished his alone time. Only that alone time had recently been spent tastefully lurking wherever you went. 

Instead of reading in his usual dungeon nook or the deepest corner of the library, he did it while following you. Or he’d casually ask your detailed plans for the day, your favourite shortcuts, anything to give him an inkling of your location.

It wasn’t in a creepy way — ish —, but in an ‘I'd die if anything happened to you; I always need to make sure you’re safe’ way.

And though you loved him more than anything, you couldn’t help but feel suffocated at times. He had this way of knowing everything you did to the point that you wondered if he had a mic on you.

So you and your friends decided to conduct a little experiment; talking at a relative volume in the middle of the empty courtyard. “He’s my current boyfriend, that’s it.” Little did you know that his entire friend group was just around the corner, having a smoke. Theo was furthest from the corner, laughing about something with Mattheo, lungs full of happiness and smoke, when Blaise tapped his bicep.

“You’ll never guess what your girl just said.”

Nott raised his eyebrows without much interest and took another draw of his cigarette.

“'He’s my current boyfriend.'” 

Enzo jumped in right after Zabini, taking Theo’s cigarette. “'That’s it'” He brought the cigarette to his lips, wearing that stupid smirk he always had on when gossip was about.

Theo’s eyes widened. “What—”

Matt threw his arm over his best friend’s shoulder, ruffling his hair. “You’re just her sex toy.”

“Get the fuck-” He somehow freed himself from Mattheo’s hold and stormed past his friends – not without stealing his cigarette back from Berkshire and flicking it into the grass.

There you were. Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as ever, giggling with your friends with the face of love’s young dream, like you hadn't just ripped the rug out from under your boyfriend.

He stormed over and unceremoniously grabbed your hips from behind, picking you up. You let out a surprised yelp, hands instinctively reaching back to hold his shoulders. He placed you down after a few steps, spinning you to look at him – his pout.

“Current boyfriend?” He spat lowly, looking down at you like you’d just ripped out his heart and cut it into pieces with a rusted butter knife.

You resisted the urge to laugh in his face – how did he manage to keep such close tabs on you? – but held it in for the sake of his overly fragile state. The lines on your face smoothed as you schooled your expression, feeling his bruising grip on your waist.

You wanted to laugh and tell him that it was only a joke, but the hollowness of his face made you rethink that.

Theo’s mouth was slightly parted in exasperation. He was on the edge of insanity, and you looked like you were about to piss yourself laughing. “Per l'amor del cielo – is that all I am to you?” For the love of God.

The dark circles under his eyes and the tight grip his bony hands had on you were telling. You really shouldn’t have pulled this stunt just a few hours before he got his potions test back. 

“No, no!” You reached up to cup his cheeks, thumbs brushing over the smooth, shaven skin. “It’s a joke, Theo.” You're an idiot — this really was not the time to pull a juvenile prank when he barely slept last night from anxiety.

He swallowed, looking down at you with distrust but leaning into your touch nevertheless.

"I'm sorry, baby." You murmured; in your mind, you were on your knees for the carnal sin of hurting your teddy bear's feelings.

Your boyfriend wiped his runny nose — he also has a cold currently; life has been kicking him in the balls recently — and slouched despite himself.

The watery, self-deprecating laugh that escaped you was inevitable from the way he was looking at you – adorably exhausted. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

His head dropped to the crook of your neck, a loud, annoyed sigh against the warm skin. “You're not forgiven." He spat in a tender whisper that contradicted his words.

The sigh that escaped you was weary, guilty, and sad. Your fingers scratched at the nape of his neck in the way that made him purr like a kitten, feeling his grip on you tighten but relax.

"The joke was that you're my current boyfriend, 'cause you're my future husband." Your lips brushed his ear with a timid, regretful tone that made you think maybe it wasn't as clever or entertaining as you thought it was.

That made your boyfriend shut his eyes, his hands snaking under your jumper to feel the warmth of your bare skin.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, letting his neck droop — like it lost its will to stand straight — so your foreheads pressed together. His eyes seemed to have gotten the tiny sparkle you always provided, his breath soft.

You smiled weakly with tight-lipped apology, cupping his face, feeling the unkempt stubble brushing your soft hand.

Theo melted into a puddle of emotion, and every bit of worry and anger inside him morphed into soft, luminescent admiration.

Then suddenly, you were on your tippy-toes, pecking his lips, stained with nicotine that you're now addicted to — inadvertent genius from Nott.

He let the corners of his mouth turn up in exhausted affection, and when you pulled back and nuzzled into his chest, he pressed a kiss to your crown.

You breathed him in silently, noting his lack of cologne for today and appreciating his natural musk that you preferred to any expensive scent.

Theo smoothed down your hair with a careful hand, murmuring into it with a growing smirk. "How soon do I get to make the future husband thing a reality?"

Theodore Nott m.list

i hate this but i don't give a fuck because i lost the original

and do not ask me how i managed to yap what was meant to be a 400 word minific into 1k - jesus girl take the keyboard away

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Bellatrix: I guess I'm too tough to cry

Narcissa: Just today you were crying about snakes

Bellatrix: They don't have any arms!

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I’ve missed being here 🥰

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Hair tie, Necktie - T.N💚

NOTES: 

Setting is so that the Yule Ball is now annual, and it takes place in the story.

Reader has glasses, doesn’t have contacts

Credits to @avalynlestrange for a part of her mood board, not mine.

“Y/N! Wait up for a second!”

You sighed, not out of dread, but slight amusement. Though you were a Ravenclaw, Pansy tolerated just one person outside her house, since you both have known each other your whole childhood.  You adjusted your glasses, moments before a disaster that would probably knock them off.

Despite your calm attitude, you laughed as Pansy tackled you in the vast courtyard, and you both stumbled on the cobbled stone footpath leading to different chambers. Once your glasses fell askew on the bridge of your nose, Pansy adoringly fixed them. You could identify her friends from Slytherin behind her. Though you all were in 5th year already, you were yet to be introduced to any of them, save for Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini, to whom you nodded in recognition, and had the gesture reciprocated.

“Honestly, Pansy. You might let the poor girl breathe for a second. She already seemed rather dazed as is. Maybe the expectation of being a decent Ravenclaw prefect is getting to her already?” A snide yet pretty voice spoke up. Daphne Greengrass, you believed. 

You bristled at her remark, yet tried to hide it for the fear that you’d lose control, instead opting for using your words. “I see we haven’t officially met, Greengrass.” You held out your hand like a mature person, expecting her to shake. She accepted your hand, and challengingly squeezed it, her emerald green nails pressing in your skin.

You squeezed her hand back, until you heard her knuckles crack. “I see that I cracked your knuckles for you. My bad, it might bloat a little. The carbon dioxide will cause gas bubbles under the skin, the area where it got released.” You tauntingly smiled, letting go of her hand, which seemed to slightly bruise where you touched it.  Daphne gasped at the sudden shock of pain, wrenching her arm away from you. 

You heard soft laughter behind her. Theodore Nott, Mattheo Riddle, and Lorenzo Berkshire, heartthrobs of Slytherin, perhaps the most handsome to be admitted into Hogwarts in a while. Many girls, especially those in Gryffindor, said it was a shame that their looks had been wasted into Slytherin.

You tried not to linger your gaze on them for the fear that they would find out about a small crush you have on a certain man with the initials T.N.

You couldn’t care less, in your opinion, what house they were in, anyways. Your eyes raked over them before glancing back at Pansy, who was smirking at your introduction to Daphne Greengrass. “Y/N over here, is probably the strongest and smartest person I know,” Pansy walked behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist and comfortably leaning her chin on your left shoulder. “She’s a black belt in 4 martial arts and she’s a topper, higher than that mudblood Granger.”

You cringed slightly at the insulting slur used to one of your friends, behind her back. 

Though your expression was disgruntled, you let her lean on you for her being one of your best friend’s sake. “Well, it was nice meeting you all. Well, most of you.” You glanced at Theodore, Mattheo, Lorenzo, and Astoria. “Just say Episkey and the ‘injury’,” you quote unquoted with your hands, “will disappear, if it even was there from the start.” you addressed Daphne, who was still in a rather sour mood. You say goodbye to Draco and Blaise before walking out of the courtyard.

Pansy decides to walk with you to your common room, leaving behind her group of friends. 

You could feel someone’s gaze lingering on you. When you turned around, you saw none other than Theodore Nott staring at you. When he noticed that you caught him, he adorably grinned, a dimple showing up on his right cheek. He waved to you, and once you waved back(smiling like an idiot), he jogged back to Mattheo, who waited for him. 

You saw Mattheo slap Theodore’s back, as if he was congratulating Theodore on something. Theodore sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, and you could make out his red neck and ears from across the courtyard. You ducked your head in embarrasment when he looked back at you. God, you were so mortified he caught you looking at him. You pushed up your glasses carefully with your index and middle fingers, as if you could hide behind them.

Pansy noticed this and smirked, initiating the subject that's been on everyone's minds the past few days.

“I wanted to ask you about the Yule Ball. D’you have anyone to go with?” You shook your head. “Dunno, Pans. It honestly seems like a big waste of time. Besides, I’d probably only say yes to one person, and he’s always flocked by girls.”

Pansy’s eyes widened in shock. “You like someone?” You laughed, glancing at the bewildered excuse of your best friend. “It’s a secret.” Pansy had a smug grin slapped on her face. “I already know who it is. It’s most definitely Theodore.” Your eyes grew to the size of saucers. Were you really that obvious? Pansy giggles at your expression. “Don’t worry, N/N. It’s obvious he has a thing for you too.”

You shrugged. “As if he does. If he asks me out for the ball, I’ll tell you.” Pansy groaned loudly. “UGH, Y/N. HE SO OBVIOUSLY LIKES YOU. Why else would he wave at you before leaving?” You reddened at the realisation that she saw you both. “Pansy, I’m telling you. He doesn’t like me.

As you neared your common room, you answered the riddle, and before you stepped through the door, you turned to look at Pansy.

“Instead of worrying about my relationship problems and ball dates, maybe ask Draco out before he gets taken by Astoria or Millicent Bulstrode, hm?”

Then, you entered the common room and shut the door behind you, leaving a blushing Pansy.

The next few days were uneventful, in which you noticed. At least until Pansy and her friends sat with you at lunch in the Great Hall. You glanced up warily at Daphne, Astoria, Blaise, Draco, and Pansy, who sat in front of you. 

“Where’s the rest of your little clique?”

Draco chuckles at that, pointing to one of the entrances near the left wing of the castle, where the three heartthrobs were being bombarded with confessions and proposals to take the fluttering girls out to the ball. You knew you shouldn’t be disappointed that Theodore Nott was smiling warmly and kindly as he apologetically refused every girl.

That smile was to die for anyways.

Pansy caught you eyeing him and gasped. “N/N, is it who i think it i-” You slapped a hand over her mouth before she spoke any further. “Shut up. Not a word.” Blaise and Astoria glanced curiously, but didn’t mention anything.

Daphne was also glaring at the girls surrounding Theodore, twisting her auburn locks with her signature emerald nails. “I hope they realise that  by the end of the day, he’s mine.” she said, referring to Nott. Pansy sharply said, coming to your defense, “He’s not yours, Daphne. Shut your fat mouth if you’re only going to spew nonsense.”

Daphne scowled, but shifted faces immediately as the three boys finally made way to you and Pansy. As Nott and Riddle sat on either side of you, Berkshire next to Riddle, Pansy smirked and wiggled her eyebrows a little like an idiot. 

“Are any of you going to eat?” Theodore spoke up, his voice deep and baritone. Your heart palpitates, hearing the tremor in it. You’ve never heard his voice before, and your blood pressure spikes abnormally. You clear your throat and butter some toast, goosebumps traveling up your arm as his hand brushed yours. Before you start to eat, you normally tie your hair back.

However, your hair tie was missing. You look for it in your pockets before sighing. “Does anyone have a hair tie I can borrow?” You mainly addressed the question to Astoria, Daphne, and Pansy. So what a shock it was when none other than Theodore Nott handed you one. It was sparkly yellow, like the cheap ones you might find at a dollar store. 

You glanced up confusedly at his oh so handsome face, and looked right back down before you turned red, which would alert Daphne and give Pansy a chance to tease you.  “Why-” He cuts you off.

“My little sister loves yellow. She normally ties her hair but always forgets her hair tie, so I keep extras on my wrist. Eventually, it became a habit, I suppose. You can keep it.” He offered a warm smile, and you immediately averted your gaze, shyly if anything. “Thank you,” you said, tying your hair back and eating your toast quickly. As everyone starts into idle chatter, Theodore asks you another question.

“Have you been asked to the Yule Ball yet?” His voice, god, his voice, was mellow, casual. 

You looked up, your cheeks stuffed like a hamster with bread, before shaking your head yes. Once you swallowed, you answered, “Two people, but I turned them down because I’d only go with one person. I might not even go to the ball, since that person is really popular and would never look twice at me.”

Theodore’s breathe hitches, looking down at you. Your e/c eyes seemed to pierce into his grey-green ones. They captivated him, for some unknown reason. “Well, if he is that untouchable, would you like to go to the ball with me?”

Your eyes widen, your lashes long and pretty. They were rather distracting to Theodore, who started turning slightly pink. Whoever wouldn’t say yes to you would probably be one of the biggest idiots that he’s ever heard of. Theodore caught his thoughts before they drift too much for his own good.

He comes back to his senses after hearing Pansy shriek and grab Daphne’s hair, the said blonde leaning across the table to yank yours. Theodore’s quick to intervene, snatching you away from Daphne’s grasp and into his chest, not realising the sudden slightly intimate notion that he initiated. “What the hell?” He’s shocked at the raging monster of his friend.

“That bitch thinks that she can go with you to the Yule Ball? Has she gone mad? You’re mine!” Daphne shrieks, causing many onlookers to gaze at your little group. Theodore silences her with a look. Why does she hate someone that she doesn’t even know? 

You look up, noticing you’re in Theodore’s arms, and blush slightly, detangling your body away from his. “If she doesn’t want me to go with you, I can just let you go with her. I don’t want to cause any problems.” You cast a blaming glance at Pansy, who shrunk a little under your gaze and offered a sheepish smile. “Besides, you guys are closer anyways, I assume.”

Theo shook his head, quick to deny any thoughts you might have of him and Daphne being involved romantically. Why did he care so much about what you thought? “Are you sure? I’ll go with you, if you really mean it.” Theodore nodded. “I’d really like it if you’d go with me. Please?” 

You nod, bashfully hiding your face, and you push up your glasses nervously. You hugged Pansy goodbye and said your farewells, hurrying off from the table before causing any further drama. Theodore rushes after you.

“Wait!” 

You pause, turning to face him, his hands running through his hair, flexing his arm veins. You reddened slightly and looked at your feet, scowling. “What happened?” He huffed, slightly out of breathe from sprinting after you.

“I’ll pick you up 15 minutes before the ball starts, yea? I’ll wait outside your common room.”

You nodded. “Alright. Do you want me to get a dress in a specific color to match with you or anything?” To this query, he shook his head. “No, I’ll be wearing dark grey. Just wear whatever you like.” A pause occured, as if he’s debating to say what’s on his mind. “...you’ll look pretty in anything.” With that, he left you blushing in a crowded hallway, walking away with hands in his robe pockets.

You smiled to yourself. The Yule Ball was tomorrow, and you couldn’t wait for your date.

Unfortunately, you forgot the annoying part was letting Pansy, Cho Chang, and Astoria into your dormitory to glam you up for the ball. While you didn’t mind makeup, nor dresses, it was a bit overboard. Astoria did your hair, Cho your makeup, and Pansy fitted your dress to your body.

The bodice was lacy and red, fitting to your curves. The dress was slightly v-necked, and corseted at the top. The skirt flows in a beautiful bell, red ruffles cascading layer upon layer. The straps were off shoulder, and rubies adorned the neckline and waist stitches, forming a belt of some sort.

Your makeup was simple, but stunning. Cho had done an excellent job at it. Your glasses were switched for thin, ruby wired frames, encrusted with mini ruby gems at the rim in the corners. Meanwhile, Astoria did your hair so it flowed in loose curls, highlighting the shiny parts. A red ribbon twisted through one lock near the front. 

To put it simply, you were drop-dead gorgeous.

The other girls were too. Though Cho didn’t get along well with Astoria and Pansy, they were complimenting each other’s dresses too.

The others leave first, whispering good luck to you, giggling about how Theodore will be flabbergasted at your beauty. Those remarks weren’t as reassuring as they were worrying, because what if he thought your glasses were weird? What if your hair wasn’t how he hoped it to be? You pushed those thoughts out of your head. The girls said you looked beautiful, which was all you needed. 

You mustered up the courage to go downstairs, and stepped out your door, where Lorenzo, his stunning Hufflepuff date, and Theodore were waiting. The girl gasped and immediately complimented you, to which you returned the word to her. When you turned nervously to Theodore, his cigarette was on the floor, his hand limp with shock. His lips were parted, as if he wished to speak but couldn’t find the words.

“I— you— wow. You— look gorgeous.” He was wearing a dashing suit, and his hair was in loose curls. For some reason, he looks especially handsome at this moment. His suit tightened around his biceps when he shifted his arm and put out his cig. You averted your gaze, blushing. His necktie was loose, so once Lorenzo and his date left to go to the ball early, you stepped closer to Theodore. 

“Theo. Can I fix your tie?” you quietly ask, unusual to your normally bored and rude demeanor. Theodore flushed at the name, but nodded. You brushed your hands carefully around his neck, adjusting the necktie till it was snug and proper into his suit. The hair tie he gave you was on your wrist, contrasting to your red dress, which he noticed and smiled softly.

A shiver ran down his spine, as your fingers grazed his bare neck, and he slowly lowered his hands to your waist. Your breathe hitches, but you say nothing until your job is done. Theodore holds out his arm, and you take it with ease. 

As you both enter the ballroom, whispers start. The main heartthrob of Slytherin, with the beloved Ravenclaw who was everyone’s friend? No better chance to start rumors.

You got a little flustered, and leaned closer to Theodore. “Theo. D’you want to go to Pansy and Draco? They’re waving us over.” You smile and wave to Pansy, who looked half drunk as she excitedly waved back at you. Theodore couldn’t help but think you look so pretty, in your attire, and with that beautiful smile adorning your face.

Why hadn’t he introduced himself to you sooner?

After mingling with Pansy’s friends and briefly with your friends, you drag your poor date onto the dance floor, as a slow dance song plays. You looked up, entwining your hand in his, and placing the other on his shoulder. “Theo, can you dance?” Theodore smirked, placing a large hand on your waist and nodding. 

“Of course I can.” His voice made you melt, and you blushed furiously. Honestly, you were going to become a tomato permanently if this continued, especially with how much you’ve blushed the past few days. Theodore seemed to notice his effect on you, and grinned, leaning down to your ear. “Does my voice make you red?”

You scowl, and slap his shoulder jokingly. “Shut up.” You nudged up your fancy red glasses, gazing into his eyes. “I can’t help it.” Theodore shivered at your intense gaze, his throat bobbing up and down. You also noticed this and laughed as he twirled you around. “You also have a weak spot, Theo.” The way you said his name ignited something warm in his chest, something inexplicable.

He smiled, brushing his thumb over the hair tie he gave you. “Everyone has something, Y/N.”

You leaned your head on his chest, right under his necktie. “Don’t I know that.”

You could see Pansy hyping you up, and Mattheo, Draco, Lorenzo, and Blaise smirking and whooping at Theodore, who buried his face in the crook of your neck. “Hide me, please.” You laughed and moved the hand from his shoulder into his hair, combing your fingers carefully. 

He looked away, lifting you with ease to the beat. You looked so pretty, as if you were floating in the air as he lifted you. His arms tightened around your waist, and as the song came to an end, he was hugging you, and you were hugging him with your arms around his neck.

“Forget the school for now, Y/N. Right now, this is our moment.” he whispered.

[avalynlestrange]

Love Story

Theodore Nott x Reader

Reader: she/her pronouns

Warnings: None I don’t think? I didn’t proof read

Category: Fluff, Modern Timeline AU, One-Shot, Songfic

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

No Sneak Peaks 😋

Request: @lucywritess requested based on @annaisabookworm ‘s post

Author’s Note: Hope you enjoy~ <3 This was really fun to write

Word Count: 1k

To The Library (my masterlist)

To The Kitchen (my WIPs)

To more Theodore Nott fics

To Fearless TV Anthology

You were quite upset when you couldn’t buy tickets to Taylor Swift’s Era’s tour. You had your boyfriend, Theodore, wait for the tickets during his work at the ministry whilst you were at home on a day off. However, neither of you managed to get any tickets.

Pansy didn’t get any tickets either, so she planned on throwing an era’s party instead at her family’s summer house. The theme, ofcourse, is to dress as an era.

“I’ve nearly finished my outfit!” You squeal. Theo slides his office chair to peep in your office.

On the tailor’s dummy was a blurple body suit inspired by Taylor’s Midnights Costume. The sparkles brings you so much joy but not as much as Theo’s coupling outfit.

“That looks gorgeous, sweetheart.” He eyes the outfit up and down.

“And you’re going to look fantastic next to me in your chair t-shirt!” You grin at him.

The doorbell rings and you jump in excitement.

“That must be my matching dress shirt and boots!~” You sing as you sprint to the front door.

Meanwhile, Theodore walks to the garage to place something in the boot of the car. He smiles to himself and sends a text to Pansy.

Theo: ‘Make sure to text her that your party changed venue to the one near the stadium so she doesn’t suspect us driving near there.’

Pansy: ‘Duh! I got you dude! I can’t wait for you two to get back from the concert!!!!’

Theo: ‘Thanks. I hope it goes well.’

“Babe! The beads are here we gotta make some more bracelets! Pansy said she’s invited a lot of people!” He hears you shouting from the kitchen.

“I’ll be there in a minute.”

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The day of the party is the same day as the concert. Pansy told you she set it up that way since she knew a lot of Swifties that were in the same position as the both of you. You were even more thrilled when she mentioned she managed to book a venue near the stadium so that you can hear Queen Swift herself through the echoes of the speakers of the concert.

You stayed up all night to make bracelets and finish off your body suit. It was all worth it. Theo suggest that you can always nap on the way to the event and that’s what you did. He brought you a pillow and placed your to-go make up bag in the glove compartment so you can touch up beforehand.

When you arrived he gentle wakes you.

“Darling, we’re here. I couldn’t find a parking space near the venue but I luckily found one in the stadium.” He lies but you are still prying your eyes open to realise.

Whilst you applied some make up to correct smudges, Theo goes to the boot of the car and places items in his jacket pocket. He walks to your car door and opens it.

“Ready my sweet?” He offers you a hand that you gladly take. He starts leading you towards one of the entrances of the stadium.

“Where are you going? Isn’t the venue the other way?” You ask, puzzled. Still you allow him to walk you closer and closer to entrance.

“Maybe we can go in and buy some merch before we go to the party?” His hand is firm in yours ensuring you don’t detour back to the opposite direction.

“Babe it doesn’t work like that.”

“Oh well then good thing I have these.” He takes out two V.I.P. lanyards.

You are speechless as he puts one of them on you. When reality hit you, you jump up and hug him.

“I can’t believe you did this for me!” You sniffle.

“Hey hey! Save your tears for Miss Swift.”

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Nothing could beat this feeling.

You are standing in front of the stage. Your Theo had bought you both front standing tickets. It is all like a fever dream. You exchange your bracelets with other fans and they appreciate your couples costume so much that some even asked to take photos with you.

And to add even more delight, Theo brought a muggle polaroid camera to capture your experience.

The countdown clock hits 5 seconds and the lights dim.

🎵 It’s been a long time coming 🎵

You, along with thousands of fans scream at the top of your lungs. Theo smiles and captures a photo. Jumping and singing throughout the concert. Slow dancing with Theo during ballads.

Theo swears the twinkle in your eyes is shining brighter than anything on the stage. Even brighter when the first notes of your couple song plays.

🎵 We were both young when I first saw you 🎵

You had met in first year of Hogwarts on the boats leading up to the castle. He saved you from falling off it when you thought you saw a mermaid tail swimming near the surface.

🎵 You were Romeo & you were throwing pebbles 🎵

Literally happened in fourth year. Theo on his broom throwing rocks at your bedroom door during summer holidays when he was missing you. Your family weren’t very happy with the broken window but did find it very sweet. Young love.

🎵 Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone 🎵

You both focus on each other than the crowds and the performance. Bodies swaying together, Theo twirling you, and kisses during music breaks in the song.

🎵 And my daddy said stay away from Juliet 🎵

Flashbacks to when your family disapproved of Theo when his father was sent to Azkaban. But you both fought for your love and here you were now.

🎵This love is difficult but it’s so real 🎵

Your family eventually embraced him when they saw how he protected you throughout the second wizarding war. Not a scar was on you. He made sure of it.

🎵 Is this in my head I don’t know what to think 🎵

Theo kneels down and pulled out a ring and mouthed the words to you.

“Yes yes yes!” You cry out as he places the ring on your finger.

He picks you up and swirls you. You were wrong earlier. This is the best you’ve felt in your life.

[avalynlestrange]

Bellatrix: Live fast, die young, and leave behind a pretty corpse. That's what I always say

Narcissa: You should say something else

[avalynlestrange]

In My Head

Theodore Nott x Reader

Reader: She/Her Pronouns, no house mentioned

Warnings: None I don’t think? Please let me know if there is any I should put here. I haven’t proof read this so please kindly point out any grammar or spelling mistakes.

Category: One-Shot, Angst?, Fluff?, Songfic, Unrequited Love, Mutual Pining, No use of y/n

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

No sneak peaks 😋

Request: anon requested

Author’s Note: I wanted to write a few more daydreaming scenes but this felt like the right amount. Hope you enjoy! 😊

Word Count: >2k

To The Library (Main Masterlist)

To The Kitchen (WIPs)

To more Theodore Nott fics

To Maisie Peters Anthology

Heartbreak Saturday nights, you are in your bedroom twirling a quill in your hand. You tap it against your notebook. Instead of working on another paragraph of the dream diary Professor Trelawney has assigned, you fantasise about sweet things. Lately both nighttime and daytime dreaming were filled with scenarios of one Theodore Nott…

You were getting ready for the winter ball. Floor length gown sparkling and the colour picked to match Theodore’s tie and pocket square.

You put on every perfume. You make sure you smell like his bedroom when you were in it. It drove him crazy. You danced all evening and he never let goes of your hand. Oh how you wish it could on forever.

You stay in this scene all night…

His touch sends goosebumps all over you as he sways you to the music. Laughing and talking until the moon goes to bed. Not caring about the classes that will be missed that morning.

You sigh. This is all in your head so you continue to write last night’s dreams in your diary. Of course you don’t mention his name in the assignment. After all you were to share this with your class group in which Theodore was in so that you can discuss some interpretations. Your cheeks are red just thinking about what he would say if you mentioned they were about him.

“Darling I was dreaming of you all this time too.” He smiles and you gaze into each others eyes longingly. “Will you be mine?”

“Theodore, I’m yours.”

But this is all in your head.

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The next day was a Hogsmeade visit and you had plans at the three broomsticks with your friends for the evening. The sun was shining so you are wearing a cute frock. You imagine a moment in your pretend relationship timeline before you were his…

You are wearing the dress you wore when you met him and sent him spinning in the great hall during breakfast. He was on a date with another girl but caught up with the group afterwards. He doesn’t compliment you or pay any attention to you at all.

You see him send glances your way and you flirt with his friends. But it's a beggars revenge cause she's with him again. Theodore shakes his head towards the exit to and you try to look away.

He isn’t very patient and pulls you away outside. He leads you to

“Shouldn’t you be with your date?”

“I told her I couldn’t see her again. I want you.” He confesses.

“Theodore, I’m yours.”

But alas this is all in your head.

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The three broomsticks is stirring and brimming with students. A cover band fills the pub with their rendition of Weird Sister’s ‘Blood Sucker’. You find yourself bobbing your head to the music.

Glasses on your table are in need of refills and you offer to buy more. The bartender asks what you want as they reach for some stuff in the cupboard under the counter.

“I’ll have a…” A voice overlaps with yours. “Please can I…”

He apologises. “I didn’t see you there.”

You have the urge to pinch yourself because you can’t believe whose voice you are hearing.

He helps you bring the drinks over to your table and your friends fawn over the fact that your boyfriend is such a gentleman. Theodore has his hand in your thigh throughout the night.

And when it’s time to go home, the snow starts to fall like a fairy take. Your dress’ too nice for a jacket, so you’re freezing. Theodore notices you shiver. He takes off his coat and places it on your shoulders.

He’s walking past to the carriage and leads you inside. You sit next to him and on habit, you lean in on his shoulders as you journey back to the castle.

“Say that you’re mine again.” Theodore kisses your head.

“Theodore, I’m yours.”

But once again this is all in your head.

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The time for lunch is nearly over and you had divination next. It was your favourite subject - well only because you were sat next to your crush. The circumstance was a blessing and a curse. You tend to stumble over your words and not pick yourself back up, and sit in silence the rest of the lesson.

You take your seat and Professor Trelawney instructs you all to share your dreams and talk over possible meanings. Whilst Padma and Parvati gossip about the Yule Ball instead of the assignment across you, you notice that Theodore is squirming in his seat more than usual.

“Is everything okay?” You ask, and you desperately want to reach for his hand as he is so close to touch. He is like a magnet and your fingers draw closer until they are on his. He shifts in his seat slightly cause you to move your hand to your lap. “I’m sorry. You just look a little upset.”

“No it’s okay. I just can’t stop thinking about my dreams.” He grasps his dream journal tightly.

“Why don’t you share and we can unpick it together?” His ears turn a shade of red at your suggestion, but he doesn’t say no.

“There’s this girl. She keeps popping in my dreams. We’re always together in each one.” He fiddles with the corner of the diary cover and when you catch his eye, he quickly looks away. “Sometimes we’re not dating and I get tongue tied about asking her out but mostly we seem happy.”

In the corner of your eye, you see the Patil twins turning their heads towards Theodore.

“This girl must be very important to you. Are you together in real life?” Padma asks as she rests her chin on her arms. Parvati leans in.

‘Please say no’ You plead with your eyes. You feel like half of you is missing but there's no hope. Even if he says no, this girl is literally the girl of his dreams.

“No. I-“

“But you clearly want to be if you’re dreaming about her this much.” States Parvati. Her sister nods in agreement.

He picks at the strands of his quill. “I do but-.”

“You should ask her to the ball!” The girls giggle. “Yes that would be so adorable!”

“But I don’t know if she feels the same way.” A crushing weight is in your chest as you hear him say these words. That is one lucky girl.

“I think she’ll be lucky to be asked out by you.” You hear yourself say aloud.

Theodore’s head sharply looks up to stare at you. His cheeks matches his pink ears.

“You think so?” He smiles. You melt under his gaze.

“What about you? Tell us about what you’ve been dreaming about.” Padma taps your notebook.

“I’ve been having similar dreams I guess.” You mumble.

“Say that again?”

“There’s this one guy who’s been appearing every night.” You glance and take in a view of a frowning Theodore.

“Sounds like you need to fess up to your dream person too.”

And when you don’t elaborate, the sisters go back to their whispers about their gowns and dates. The remaining minutes of the lesson compromised of scribbles and a huffing Theodore.

You want to pour out your emotions. Scream at him, ‘I’m hurting and I’m here. You’re still not looking at me. I’m real and I’m yours for the taking.’

He, however, is occupied with writing and frowning. You conclude that he must be deeply in love with his dream girl so as you look out the window…

At the end of the class, you were the last one out. You had a question for Professor Trewlaney and now you are walking out of the divination classroom.

Theodore stops you at the door frame.

“Walk you to the next class?” He asks and takes your bag off of you.

“Oh thank you.”

There was an uncomfortable silence shared between you. Both of you itching to find out who was in the other’s dream. Theodore calls you to stop and you do.

“Don’t go for him.” The tips of your shoes touch as he steps toward you.

“What do you mean?” You look up. His face merely inches away from yours.

“Forget the guy in your dreams and be with me.”

By his collar, you pull him for a kiss and call him an adorable idiot.

“Theodore, I’m yours.”

“Hey!” A voice snaps you out of your daydreaming.

“Hey Theo.” He smiles at the nickname.

“Walk you to the next class?”

All you could do was nod as your lips seems to be sealed shut.

Unlike your dreaming, the silence was comfortable. It was the air that jolted you ensuring you that this isn’t a dream. Is it?

“Would you meet me at the clock courtyard after dinner?”

Nothing looks or sounds strange. However, this can’t be real. Your lips are still stuck and can’t reply.

Theo stops in his tracks. “It’s okay if you don’t want to. I under-“

“I’ll meet you there.” You turn your head so he doesn’t see your pink cheeks.

Is this all in your head?

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What did Theodore want from you? You frown in front of the mirror. Have your delusions gotten the best of you that you’re meeting him tonight?

You pat the creases of your dress. If you were going to meet him and he was really there then you might as well put on an outfit that you see yourself in every fantasy. You tell yourself that you should know better but you can’t forget how things were in your head and if this was a vivid dream you’ll take what you can get.

And he’s there. The moonlight shining on his form. Theodore stands when he sees you. There isn’t many students around. He stands by the fountains and you sit on the ledge.

Water splashes you slightly making you jump. He immediately takes off his coat and puts it around you. A gentlemen in real life too. You thank him and the pair of you stare upwards to the sky.

“You wore that dress when I first got the chance to talk to properly. It was first year and you were sitting on this spot with your friends.”

You can’t bear to look at him fearing he’ll disappear within seconds.

“The wind was blowing in your hair. I wished I could talk to you the previous night.” He chuckles at the memory. “I actually threw a sickle in this fountain. I read about it in a muggle book once. That day you dropped something out of your bag on the way in and I thanked Merlin for granting my wish.”

Your eyes widen and you start playing with a loose thread on this coat.

“Too bad that was the only time I got the courage to talk to you outside class. I wasn’t sure if you liked me enough to be my friend. You never spoke to me except for classes.”

His gaze burns your face. Hot red.

“But I watched you everyday. You were always away with the fairies, grinning at yourself and laughing when your friends caught you.”

You gather enough courage to look his way. Eyes piercing through you and the arrow hits your heart.

“Listen. I don’t know who this guy is in your dreams but I want you to know you are the one in mine. It’s torture and a pleasure to have you in my head but I want you to know that I want you to be mine in real life.”

You fish out a sickle out of your pocket. One you were going to use incase he didn’t come to your meeting.

“I guess I won’t be needing this.”

Theodore takes it out of your palm and tosses it into the fountain. He cups your cheeks and leans his forehead against yours. You couldn’t wait any longer and you press your lips to his. You feel complete. When you both pull away to check the other still exists, you breathlessly whisper,

“Theodore, I’m yours.”

You hold his hand in yours and for once it’s not in your head.

[avalynlestrange]

Foolish One

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Word Count: 6k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t know.”

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

“I don’t know.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Theodore groans.

And chances are you will talk yourself to sleep again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You okay?” Theodore asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“This seat taken?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And Theodore can’t say no to that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He reaches for his robes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“When can I see you next?” You ask.

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

“I’ll let you know.”

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

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

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

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

“Sure.” The boy replies.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why didn’t you like Daphne with Theodore?

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Teddy you can’t do this to me.”

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

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

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

And you can’t say no to that.

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

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

“Draco, what about your secret girl?”

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

You halt just before the entryway.

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

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

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

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

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

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

And maybe now you will finally learn your lesson.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You hear a knock on the door.

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

The door creaks open.

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

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

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

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

“I’m not ill.” You assure him.

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

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

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

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

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

“I really am okay.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He grabs your hand and pulls you to the side.

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

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

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

That’s when he releases your hand.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You shiver slightly and Theo quickly unwraps his scarf.

“Teddy I’m fine!”

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

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

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

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

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

“Of course.”

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

You are kissing Theo under the mistletoe.

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

Thoughts pull you back to reality.

You are kissing Theo under the mistletoe.

Stepping back, you stare at him wide-eyed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You never said anything.” He states.

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

“You never said anything.” You echo.

“Yeah, we were just under a mistletoe.”

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

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

“I’m not.”

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

“I’m not.”

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

“Maybe I want more.”

“What do you mean?”

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

“Your father would never approve of me.”

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

You stare at him wide-eyed.

“I have to go.” He says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All signed off as:

Yours,

Teddy

Could he be? Yours?

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

“Have you seen Theo?” You interrupt them.

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

He can’t. Be yours.

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

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

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

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

“This. This is what’s wrong.”

“Look I…”

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

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

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

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

You blush at the memory.

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

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

“Hear what?”

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

“Say what?”

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

He beams for a second and then frowns to ask,

“What about Draco?”

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

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

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

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

“No, she just wasn’t the one.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Just open it." He excitedly insists.

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

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

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

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

I welcome any feedback or criticism.