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M.R. || Take me back to the night we met

Summary: Years after leaving London, Mattheo returns accompanied by his girlfriend, Catherine, only to be confronted by a past he believed he had overcome. An unexpected reunion at the Nott's house brings up intense memories and unresolved feelings, while he faces the new life of a love that was left behind. Between dialogues full of tension, unexpected revelations and the weight of past choices, Mattheo needs to decide if it is still possible to move forward or if he is condemned to be a prisoner of his own memories. Warnings: None, just some broken hearts. - word count: 4.4k

If you were to define your love life in a few words, maybe you would say that time, kind and ruthless, was both a curator and a sculptor. He resignified the wounds, turning them into scars that today carry stories, and not pain.

You will always love him, always. Mattheo was undoubtedly the love of his life.

But there is something about these loves that no one warns: sometimes, the love of your life doesn't make you the love of his life. Confusing, but real. And now, years after that sudden breakup on a cold night in the communal, this truth echoed in you. It was like a distant note, but still capable of making an impact.

The pain of that moment was inevitable. The end came without warning, between a mixture of tension and an almost unbearable weight, just before the great war. Time, however, fulfilled its promise. He didn't erase the past, but he smoothed its edges. The painful memories gave way to something kinder: the good moments, the laughter, the intensity of a youthful love that seemed infinite, but was as fragile as a glass.

Mattheo, on the other hand, moved on as he could. For him, the process was no less complicated. Your absence was a shadow that he had to learn to get around. Life, as you learned, didn't expect anyone. And the choices they made shaped them, even if they were separated.

And so, another day began. You, in your routine, walked to the cafe near the Ministry, the same one where you always bought your favorite candy before work. The typical London rain created a constant rhythm outside, while the aroma of fresh coffee filled the room.

Mattheo was also in London. He had returned that week to introduce the wizarding side of the city to his girlfriend, Catherine. She was everything you would expect from someone coming from Beauxbatons: graceful, with an almost unreal beauty and that air of natural sophistication. He walked next to her around the small center near the Ministry, describing school stories with a hesitant smile. As much as he was there, a part of Mattheo seemed distant, wandering somewhere that not even he knew for sure.

So, chance - or maybe fate - interfered. When Mattheo entered the cafe with Catherine, his eyes immediately caught something familiar. A silhouette that he would recognize in any crowd, even after years.

You were there, analyzing the sweets in the window, unaware of his presence. The attendant smiled at you as he did every day.

- You'll want the usual, Miss. Nott?

- Well, I think so. I just can't decide... - you answered with a light laugh, the same joy that used to enchant you in the past.

Mattheo was paralyzed. His body didn't move, while his mind seemed to run in circles. Catherine, without realizing his internal conflict, advanced, analyzing the sweets with curiosity. He couldn't say anything, but his eyes never left you.

When you finally turned to leave, it happened. His eyes met his. And the world stopped for a few seconds. The coffee was still full of murmurs and movement, but for both of you, everything disappeared. He looked different, more mature, but there was still something so unmistakably "Mattheo" in him.

His eyes showed surprise, but soon softened into a smile. That smile that made him relax, even without realizing it.

- For Merlin, what are you doing here? - you asked enthusiastically, approaching for a brief hug, but loaded with a nostalgic heat. The touch, no matter how fast it was, reignited memories that Mattheo had been trying to bury for years. - How are you?

- I... I'm fine. - He finally managed to answer, still processing the moment. - I brought the...

- Does Theo know you're here? - you interrupted him, excited, your mind already running to the reunion with the friends from Hogwarts. - We need to get everyone together again!

Before he could answer, Catherine appeared next to him, interrupting the moment. She was so different from you, and yet, so present. With perfect blonde hair and striking green eyes, she looked like she was out of a painting. He held Mattheo's arm naturally, a gesture that did not go unnoticed.

- Oh, sorry! I'm Catherine. - She said, offering her hand to you. The French accent was charming, but somehow you felt the impact of what it represented before you even touched it.

- Nice to meet you, Catherine. I am... - you started, but she interrupted you with a sweet smile.

- I know who you are. - The statement sounded casual, but there was something almost calculated in her tone. - Matt told me about you and the Hogwarts group.

The word "Matt" fell like a stone on his chest. It was small, but heavy, because it sounded so intimate coming from her. However, you kept your composure.

- Oh, of course. - You answered naturally, looking back at Mattheo, as if you wanted to find some explanation in his eyes. - You should go to our house today. Theo would love to see you.

- As long as it's not a nuisance, we don't want to get in the way. - Catherine said, with her impeccable politeness.

- Not at all. - His voice was gentle, but there was a sincere firmness in his words.

Mattheo just nodded, uncomfortable, while Catherine smiled next to him. You noticed the discomfort, but decided to put it aside.

- Well, I need to get back to work. See you at night, right? - you said, looking back into his eyes.

- Of course. - Catherine answered before him.

- Great. Our house is at the same address as always. - You addressed Mattheo, hesitating for a second before adding: - I hope you like it here, Catherine. It's not as sunny as France, but I swear there's something special in the rain.

You waved and left, opening the umbrella from the outside. Mattheo remained motionless, watching you cross the street. He couldn't look away. The rain blurred the glass, but he still saw you with absurd clarity. It was as if, for a moment, nothing had changed.

Outside, you also felt the weight of the meeting. As much as time had transformed the wounds into scars, some still throbbed, remembering that certain loves leave marks that not even time can erase.

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Your family's house, the one you and Theodore currently shared, was almost as Mattheo remembered, but now there was a different touch, a warmth that didn't exist before. Still, every corner seemed loaded with memories that came back to his mind like a flood. He always knew that this house was part of you, but now, when he entered again, he felt as if he was stepping on a territory that was both familiar and strange.

The cold marble of the entrance hall still reflected the lights that floated gently in the air, but something was different. The wooden hanger next to the door now supported not only an umbrella, but also a scarf of yours and a bag, objects that made you realize that you had transformed that place in a subtle way, making it more yours. It was an inhabited, lived house, full of history. Nostalgia squeezed Mattheo's chest. He couldn't ignore the echo of the teenage steps he used to take there, running furtively to his room, while waiting for no one to notice his presence.

In the main room, the photos caught his attention immediately. Delicately ornate frames decorated the main bookshelf, showing a timeline of you and Theodore. In one of them, you were sitting next to Theo, Draco and Astoria in front of a perfectly decorated Christmas tree. The image seemed to exude a calm and cozy joy, but for Mattheo, it was also a cruel reminder of what he lost. He should have been in that photo.

There were also portraits of smaller events: birthdays, trips... Mattheo delayed his gaze on each of them, unconsciously looking for traces of himself that were not there. The absence hit him unexpectedly, as if those frames also enclosed a piece of his life that he had left behind.

Catherine seemed fascinated by everything around.

- What a beautiful place. - she commented, genuinely enchanted. - It seems so... full of history.

The dining table was another example of the care you had put into that space. A simple floral arrangement adorned the center, accompanied by scented candles on silver supports. The hand-embroidered towel looked like something inherited from past generations, and the dishes were perfectly arranged, as if they were for a special occasion.

Theo received everyone with his usual charm. He hugged Mattheo warmly, without hesitation, before shaking Catherine's hand.

- I hope you're hungry. - he joked, guiding them to the table. - Dinner prepared by magic hands. Literally.

You tried to disguise the slight tension throughout dinner, but Mattheo didn't. He couldn't look away from you. The way you smiled, the sound of your laugh - everything seemed exactly as he remembered, and at the same time, new. He saw you in a new light, someone who had grown and changed, but was still the same person he loved years ago.

While Catherine got involved in Theo's stories, Mattheo got lost in memories. He could imagine you sitting at the table, still a teenager, laughing at something Theo said. He remembered going up the stairs in silence, feeling his heart race as he entered his room. The smell of your perfume still seemed to be impregnated in some corner of the memory, as well as the sensation of your touch.

After dinner, everyone gathered in the living room. It was a smaller and more intimate space, with shelves crammed with books, a comfortable sofa and an armchair that Theo occupied while serving whiskey to everyone. He lit a cigarette, and the strong aroma of tobacco mixed with the air already heated by conversations and laughter.

Catherine was completely at ease, laughing while Theo narrated compromising stories about Mattheo.

- For God's sake, how did you get rid of these things? - she asked, between laughs, looking at Mattheo, who looked away, embarrassed, but amused.

- For some reason my father didn't kill him. - Theo replied with a mischievous smile, blowing a cloud of smoke. - Not that there was a lack of reasons.

- But what were you doing so wrong, Matt? I'm curious. - Catherine insisted, excited.

You, who were next to Theo, tried to divert the conversation:

- Theodore is exaggerating. - You start, with a light smile. - Our father was not the kindest person in the world and he never needed reasons not to like someone.

However, his brother excited by the drink, let go without thinking:

- Oh, right. Let's pretend that Dad thought it was normal to find Mattheo's pants in his room.

The silence fell like a rock in the room. Mattheo looked at you, visibly uncomfortable, while Catherine processed the information.

Before the tension in the room could suffocate everyone, hurried steps echoed through the house, cutting the charged air like a cruel warning. A male voice, firm and distant, sounded in the distance:

- Slowly!

A little girl appeared at the door, her messy black hair framing a radiant smile. She ran directly to you with the purity of someone who did not know the weight of a past.

- Hey, how are you? - His voice came out so sweet and natural, as he took it easily and raised it in his arms, as if that gesture was part of his daily life. You laughed, a sound so light that it made Mattheo's chest hurt, as if that laugh was something he could never claim again.

- Hi, Uncle Theo! - The girl waved to Theodore, pulling a warm smile from the man who always seemed to be at ease, even in the most uncomfortable situations.

But Mattheo was frozen. The world around you seemed to be reduced to a blur, while only one question hammered in his mind: did you have a daughter?

His heart, which already seemed overloaded, took an empty leap, as if it was unable to process the possibility that you had built a life so far from what he still secretly imagined.

And before he could organize the fragmented thoughts, the door to the room opened again.

A man came in. Tall, impeccable, with a perfectly aligned suit and a posture that exuded confidence. He looked out of a painting - with striking features, deep eyes and a magnetism that made the environment revolve around him. But it was the way he looked at you, with intimacy and possession, that crushed Mattheo.

- Hi, dear. - The man's voice was soft, but every word sounded like a blow. He approached you with a sharp familiarity, depositing a brief but intimate kiss on your cheek.

You turned to him with a smile - that smile - and, as if the universe had chosen that moment to destroy any remaining hope in Mattheo, you said:

- Tom, these are Mattheo, an old friend from Hogwarts, and Catherine, his girlfriend.

Thomas stretched out his hand with the naturalness of someone who had no idea of the impact of his presence. Mattheo squeezed her, like a mechanical reflex, while his mind was spinning. So, you finished, casual, without noticing that each word was like a dagger:

- This is Thomas, my fiancé.

"Getroved"...

The word ricocheted in his mind like an endless, deafening echo. He felt the ground give way under his feet. Like an automaton, his eyes sought his hand, and the brightness of the ring on his finger seemed to mock him, a cruel reminder that he was too late.

Catherine, noticing the tension, tried to intervene, smiling kindly:

- Is she your daughter?

You laughed, a quiet laugh, and exchanged a look with Thomas before he answered:

- No, she's my niece. But he loves spending time here.

The explanation should have brought relief, but the knot in Mattheo's chest just tightened. It was more than the child. It was the man next to you. That's what he represented: a future that Mattheo didn't have by his side.

The little girl, oblivious to the charged atmosphere, pointed to the glass on the table.

- Aunt, what is this?

You smiled, still so light, and answered without hesitation:

- Apple juice.

- Can I drink?

- This one is hot. Let's go to the kitchen to get a very cold one. - You got up with the girl on your lap, moving away from the room, but not before adding, with a caress that seemed so natural: - After that, you go to bed, agreed?

Your voice disappeared as you moved away, and Mattheo remained motionless.

Everything around seemed to fall apart inside him. It was a suffocating mixture of longing, jealousy and a pain that he didn't know he could feel again. He wanted to move, he wanted to breathe, but the air seemed too heavy. You were everything he had wanted - everything he still wanted.

But now, he felt like a shadow, a spectator of his happiness. And as the sound of his steps moved away, something inside him broke irreparably. Mattheo's heart finally accepted what his mind already knew: he was looking at the life that could have been his, but would never be.

He looked away to the window, to the cold night outside, and for the first time in years, allowed himself to feel the weight of what he had lost - and what he would never have back. Feeling the weight of everything that would never be his, a new wave of pain hit him, more subtle, but still devastating: guilt.

He felt the overwhelming weight of having been so deeply shaken by you, by your new life, while Catherine was there, by your side, full of confidence in what they had together. She didn't deserve that. Catherine was good, kind, full of enthusiasm for life.

And yet, there he was, unable to look away from your memory. Unable to silence the storm inside you.

He hated himself for that. He hated the fact that a part of his heart - a part he thought he had buried a long time ago - still belonged to you, even with Catherine so close. Her smile was real, her intentions were pure, and yet he couldn't match everything she offered.

He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to gather strength to mask the whirlwind inside him. When he opened them, he forced a smile to Catherine, who looked at him curiously.

- Is everything okay? - she asked softly, the concern tinging her voice.

Mattheo nodded, the lie stuck in his throat.

- Of course, it's okay. - he replied, his voice sounding distant even to himself.

But he knew everything wasn't okay. And the weight of that would consume him long before the end of that night.

Thomas returned to the living room alone, walking with controlled but firm steps, as if he were perfectly at home. He removed the suit with an almost automatic movement before looking around and announcing:

- She went to put Amélie to sleep. - Her voice was low and well modulated, and there was an almost rehearsed tone in softness.

Mattheo hated it. He hated the way Thomas looked so natural there, as if that space was as much his as it was yours or Theodore's. It was a visceral feeling, almost childish, but he couldn't ignore it. Thomas was the stranger, the intruder, and yet he was the one who was by his side now, who was part of his life.

Thomas approached the armchair that was previously occupied by you and sat down casually, crossing his legs while pouring more of the amber drink in the glass you had used before. Catherine, always friendly, leaned slightly forward with a polite smile.

- So, Thomas, do you also work in the Ministry? - she asked curiously.

Thomas looked up at her, the smile he answered seemed polite, but calculated.

- Yes, I work as a strategic advisor in the International Cooperation Division. - He folded the sleeves of the white bed to his forearms while talking. - It's an interesting position, but also very stressful.

Theodore let out a slight laugh, leaning against the arm of the sofa.

- Believe me, this is nothing more than an elegant way of saying that he deals with annoying people all the time.

- Something like that. - Thomas replied, a skewed smile appearing on his lips.

Mattheo, until then silent, finally manifested himself. His voice was low, but loaded with something he himself didn't know how to name:

- And how did you meet her?

The question seemed innocent, but the look he gave Thomas carried an intensity that neither Catherine nor Theodore could ignore. Thomas did not hesitate, but the brightness in his eyes seemed to change slightly, as if he was calculating the impact of each word.

- We met during a conference in Paris, at the International Division. - he began, with a polite tone, but something darker seemed latent. - She was presenting an alliance proposal for the British section. Intelligent, articulated... - He paused, as if savoring the weight of the next words. - I confess that it was fascinating to meet her. She... seemed to have a lot to overcome, even though she was so young.

The silence that followed was dense. Mattheo narrowed his eyes, and Theodore, perceptive as always, turned his gaze from Thomas to Mattheo, capturing the subtle change in his friend's posture.

- She's good at it - Theodore intervened, trying to ease the mood, but sounding uncomfortably aware of the tension. - It always was.

Mattheo didn't answer immediately. He knew that Thomas knew more than he was letting it show. That last sentence, "she seemed to have a lot to overcome", was an indirect, almost a provocation.

Thomas tilted his head slightly, the smile on his face more contained, but still with that touch of provocation that Mattheo began to recognize.

- But what about you, Mattheo? - Thomas asked, his voice low, loaded with intentions that he didn't need to hide. - What have you been doing since you ran away... sorry, did you leave London?

Mattheo looked up slowly, a look that masked the whirlwind inside. There was something lethally controlled in his posture, like a stretched rope about to burst.

- Just living my life. - The answer came coldly, each word deliberately measured. He took a sip of his drink, as if that was enough to swallow the discomfort. - Sometimes, leaving London is the best thing you can do.

Thomas smiled almost imperceptibly, as if he knew exactly what was happening under the surface. The silence hovered for a moment, heavy and sharp, until Catherine, always insightful, intervened with a polite smile, trying to dissipate the suffocating tension.

- So, have you already scheduled the wedding date?

Thomas turned to her, and his smile seemed to gain a warmer air, but still calculated, as if each word had been carefully rehearsed.

- Oh, yes. Actually, it will be next week. Something small, intimate, but, of course, you are invited. We couldn't leave out old friends.

Mattheo squeezed the glass in his hand, his knuckles turning white as he processed that. The idea of you marrying Thomas seemed like a low blow, even though he knew he had no right to feel it anymore.

That's when you returned to the room, the steps echoing softly while your gaze carefully evaluated the scene. There was something in your eyes, a glow of caution that suggested that you knew the atmosphere was loaded.

Mattheo straightened his posture, as if his presence had taken him out of the torpor. He put the empty glass on the table with an abrupt movement and got up, fixing his coat with slightly trembling fingers.

- Dinner was great, but it's already late. - he said, his voice firm, but low. He avoided staring at you directly, giving Catherine a brief look. - We'd better go.

You nodded, offering a little polite smile that seemed loaded with unsaid words.

- It was good to see them. - You said moments before hearing the phone ring in another room and going to answer while they left that room.

Theodore accompanied them to the lobby, where Mattheo, already eager to leave, noticed something that had previously gone unnoticed: a wall covered with magical photos.

His gaze was immediately captured by a particular image. It was you and Thomas on a beach, illuminated by the golden sunset. Thomas lifted you up easily, a sincere smile on his face, while you laughed, his arms around his neck. In the sequence, the photo showed you two running back to the water, the brightness of the foam captured in the constant movement of the image.

Mattheo stopped for a moment, unable to look away. That scene was not just a static memory; it was a glimpse of a life that seemed so distant from him now, a happiness that he knew he could never have given you.

Catherine lightly touched his arm, her soft voice breaking the moment.

- Shall we go?

Mattheo took a second to answer, forcing a brief smile and waving to Theodore.

- It was good to see you, Theo.

He took one last look at the photo before turning and leaving, each step heavier than the previous one. As he and Catherine appeared away, the snap echoed through the night, but the silence that remained behind seemed to speak more than any word he could have said.

Inside the house, Thomas stood in the same place for a moment, watching the door through which Mattheo and Catherine had left. A half smile curved his lips, loaded with the certainty of someone who knew exactly what he had provoked. There was something almost triumphant in the way he released the air, as if silently celebrating a won battle without raising a wand.

You entered the room soon after, your gaze immediately capturing Thomas' face and that smile that, although contained, brought an enigmatic air.

- Have they ever gone? - he asked casually, trying to ignore the persistent feeling that he had left something unresolved.

Thomas nodded, approaching you with calm steps, his hand landing on your waist with the familiarity of someone who knew exactly where it belonged.

- Yes. - He took a brief look at the corridor before turning his attention to you. With a subtle gesture, he began to guide her towards the stairs. - Who was on the phone?

- Your sister. - you answered, letting out a light sigh. - Asking if Amélie had already slept.

Thomas let out a short laugh, full of affection.

- Always so worried... - He dramatized with a playful smile, his hand still on your waist as you began to climb the steps.

The sound of the steps echoed softly through the environment, and the weight of that night seemed to finally give way to fatigue. But as his feet followed the usual path down the stairs, his mind wandered for a moment into the past.

Mattheo's face, the way he looked at you during dinner, the way he seemed to carry so much on his shoulders - as if the weight of the years had transformed him into something you barely recognized - all this throbbed in his mind. It was like opening a chest that you swore never to touch again, only to be enveloped by the dust and memories that had accumulated.

But when you looked at Thomas, who guided you with a gentle smile, reality came back strongly. He was the constancy you never had, the gift you chose to build in the midst of the ruins of a war that had taken you so much. Mattheo, as important as it had been, now it was just a shadow of what it once was. The past, he realized, was a place where you no longer belonged.

Meanwhile, outside, Mattheo walked silently next to Catherine, the darkness of the night swallowing every thought he couldn't control. Thomas' face, the ring shining on your hand, the happiness that seemed to emanate from you - all this corroded him, but nothing affected him as much as the feeling of guilt.

He cast a brief look at Catherine, who walked next to him with a serene expression, apparently oblivious to the storm inside him. The guilt grew, overwhelming. It wasn't just the weight of still feeling so much for you; it was the fact that, by drowning in the past, he had neglected the woman next to him.

Catherine deserved more than the shadow of a man attached to something he could never be again. And while the click of the apparatus took them away, Mattheo knew he needed to choose: continue carrying the ashes of what it once was or finally learn to leave them behind.

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✧˖*°࿐ Love Letters | d.m

Draco Malfoy x f!reader, fluff

Summary: In which Draco tries to find the girl who sends him love letters, unaware to the fact that it’s you.

W/C: 1.5k

Draco’s fingers traced over the writing on the pink envelope once again. His mind was not able to rest as he tried to piece together who left the note on his bedside in the middle of the night. Delicately opening it once more, he reread the words inside;

Draco, 

I hope you can learn to see yourself the way that I see you, with love and acceptance. You are what makes everyday worth it. Constellations are named after you, and each day I can’t help but to be thankful for the sun breathing on you once more. You are my light.

He carefully closed the envelope and placed it inside his bag. ‘They like me.’ the boy thought to himself, ‘someone actually likes me.’ 

It’s not that the boy was a stranger when it comes to love, but never once has he been perceived as something more than what he truly is. He’s always been Draco Malfoy, heir to the Malfoy throne, son of Lucius, and most importantly a Slytherin. For this reason, he constantly rejected any advances that came from the female students around him. While his rejections came off as rude and cold-hearted, the other students failed to see that Draco, just like everyone else around him, was human too. He was scared of being hurt by the one feeling that he craved the most. 

The walk to class was almost unbearable, he couldn’t stop thinking about the letter. He wanted to know the poet behind those beautiful words, the ones that kept repeating over and over in his head as he tried stirring potions or taking notes. You are what makes everyday worth it. He became hyper aware of his surroundings, assuming that he would know when he sees her, but he failed to realize that she was not someone that could be so easily spotted. She came exactly when you needed her to, not by desire alone.

—-

“Draco,” his friend Blaise called to him, “focus.”

“Oh, right.” Draco replied, trying to get his thoughts together as he walked back to his seat. It was the middle of the school week and his mind was only getting more crowded with the thoughts of her. As he sat back down, his friends swarmed him with questions as to what it was that he smelled in his amortentia, assuming that this would be the first step to finding her.

“I can’t describe it.” He sighed, running a hand through his platinum hair in defeat. “She has me going crazy and I don’t even know her.” 

“Well,” Pansy spoke up, “I suggest maybe moving on? I mean, if she wants to be anonymous it may be for a reason. Plus, you have hundreds of other girls that would kill to be with you, Draco. Maybe try your luck somewhere else.” She flashed him a sincere smile before going in to hold his hand, but her efforts were cut short as the boy suddenly stood up. 

“I don’t want to be with anyone unless it’s her.” He sneered, shaking his head as he turned around and started heading straight to the door. He said a hushed goodbye to his friends before exiting into the crowded hall.

Why couldn’t his friends see that he didn’t want anyone else? He didn’t care about her wealth, status, or looks, all that he wanted was someone that could love him in full. Love him in a way that can’t be tamed, a love that lives long after they do. This was something that he knew he wasn’t going to find any time soon, for as long as he was at Hogwarts he could only be Draco Malfoy.

His hopes were on her.

He walked through the hall, pushing through students that stood in his way as he asserted dominance with a ray of confidence and high ego. Students glared at him but none had the guts to say anything, this fear that Draco instilled was not one that was going to go away any time soon. It was one that he brought upon himself and now had to live with. Somewhere in between his daydreams and the crowded corridor, he felt someone bump into him. Their shoulders collided as his books fell to the floor. The stranger mumbled a quick apology before running off.

In the midst of his anger, he froze. He smelt it. That same scent that clouded him only a few minutes before. There it was, it was her, but just as quickly as he smelled it, she was gone. Only seeing her hair as she turned at the corner of the hallway. 

He quickly got up and chased after her, pushing and shoving anyone that got in his way. This was his chance, he was finally going to meet the girl that’s been making him mad, the one that he’s been dreaming of. His heart was pounding as he ran faster and faster down the hall, students staring at him in confusion as he was passing them by, quills and journals flying out of his bag –  but he didn't care, he couldn’t let her get away.

Once he turned the corner, he couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sensation of defeat. His heart crushed as he stared into the empty hallway.

—- 

Two weeks have passed since the day that Draco and her collided. He sat in his bed, holding a brand new letter. The same shade of pink as the one before, with the handwriting that he’s fallen in love with. 

“Draco, 

I’m sorry for not writing to you. I’ve been thinking of you every day, and I just can’t bear to keep dreaming of you without letting you know that I’m sorry for bumping into you in the hallway. The truth is, I’m scared, Draco.

I’m scared you aren’t going to like me for who I am. I’m scared that writing to you was a mistake. I’m scared that the only way you will ever see me is through these letters. I see you every day, why can’t you see me? 

You’re always in my heart, shining above me every night, my constellation. If we remain strangers forever, just know that I’ve never come to love someone like how I love you.”

He was getting restless. Constant possibilities of who it could be running through him, he even considered the possibility that this could be a prank, but no amount of doubt could prevent him from finding her, his hope overpowered all the fear that he had.

Draco sat up once more and started getting ready for dinner. Brushing his hair and straightening out his tie, he needed to look presentable for the off chance that he could be meeting her today. 

He headed down into the Great Hall and that’s when he saw it. A pink envelope in the hands of a girl he’s never talked to, but not just any girl, it was you.

He shouted out into the void, but he wasn’t quick enough. “Hey wait!” he called out, as you quickly grabbed your things and ran off once more. He couldn’t see you like this, it wasn’t the right time. Your face flushed red as you ran, your breathing quickening as your legs started to grow tired, but you could not let him find you. 

Draco chased after you, he was only a few feet behind but with enough determination you knew you could lose him. As you sprinted through the maze of halls, you started to grow light headed, you knew that if you didn’t stop soon you would faint. 

But it’s not the right time 

You stopped in front of a random classroom, rushing to open the door before he could catch up to you, but it was too late. He crashed into you, both of you falling to the ground with a loud thump, his hands landing on either sides of you as you laid in between him.

He finally found you. 

“Who are you?” He asked, not wasting any more time to get to know the girl who stole his heart. You stared into his eyes, feeling a frog in your throat as you mustered up the courage to finally talk to him.

“M-my name is (Y/N).” You whispered, neither of you breaking eye contact. He smiled, grabbing hold of your hands as he went to pick you both up. You were both nervous, too scared of saying the wrong things, but wanting to say them all regardless.

“(Y/N),” he repeated, looking at you with a face full of love and adoration, “I’m Draco.” 

He brushed your hair with his fingers and went to pat the dust off your shoulders. You didn’t know what to say or do, but you didn’t have to.

This was the right time.

 “Come along then (Y/N),” Draco smiled, interlocking his hand in yours before leading you back down to the Great Hall, “we have a lot of catching up to do.”

[handledwithgloves]

healing…

[beegomess]

Dark Paradise || Theodore Nott

Don't forget to watch the previous chapters

19. Birthday gifts

The festivities of return to classes were many, the communal ones, for example, began their organization for the first clandestine party of the school year. And coincidentally or not, Draco and Y/N's birthday was in the first week of September, being always celebrated twice, once at a formal dinner and another at school, without their parents knowing about the latter.

I was still in the first week of school when this was interrupted by the formal festivity of the Malfoy brothers. Y/N, Draco and his friends went to his family's big mansion at the end of the week for the then birthday. For that night not to be so boring, the plan was to go back to Hogwarts and make the most of the clandestine party that took place in their communal in celebration of the beginning of the school year.

At dinner all the family friends were present again, which perhaps gave some sleep in Y/N. The conversation was definitely not interesting, since she and Draco were obliged to show all their gratitude for the presence of people they never heard of. However, the boredom on Y/N's face broke down when he saw Lorenzo enter the place accompanied by his family. The girl excused herself and addressed him with a cheerful smile.

- Enzo, you're back! - She hugs him, and maybe she didn't realize that that was the first time she hugged him. It was beaten for her, but for Lorenzo it might be a sign that she missed you. - I thought you were going to extend the trip for a few days.

- I wouldn't miss your birthday. - Y/N and he leaves the hug, finally being able to see each other's face clearly. Definitely Berkshire had been a little different since the last time you saw him, a different good. Maybe even more beautiful, if that were possible.

- To be honest, you wouldn't be missing anything too much. - She jokes.

- But it's still a chance to see you. - He says in a more serious tone, but soon continues to soften and make her smile. - Even if it's in a boring event.

Y/N would answer him in the hope that the conversation would continue, however, it was interrupted by the approach of both families in another boring conversation.

Her mother's request that she leave her circle of friends a little that night was the reason why the girl had not yet talked to them. A little anxiety hung over Y/N's mind when he saw Theodore arrive with his father, the boy had not yet returned to Hogwarts because he was accompanying his father on a business trip.

At a certain point during the night, Narcisa noticed the boredom open on the faces of her two children when they heard her parents' conversation with two other friends, and decided to make an exception for the two.

- All right, say hello to your friends and their families, but I don't want to see them piled up at all, do you understand me? - Y/N and Draco nodded quickly like children and with a hopeful smile and walked away before the woman changed her mind.

The two brothers approached families that didn't seem to be talking to other people so as not to disturb the conversation, so Y/N subtly searched for Theodore, but saw him and his father with their backs to Laila's parents, which made her automatically look again to make sure she wasn't going crazy. His blood boiled at the thought that his mother had invited a girl she doesn't even want to like.

- Merlin, why is she here? - Y/N asks his brother who seemed distracted looking for the Greengrass.

- Look around, Y/N. If this party was really about us, this here would be practically empty. - Draco says sincerely what makes Y/N reflect and come to the conclusion that his wills really didn't matter in the eyes of his parents in most situations.

- Y/N! Draco! My congratulations on the party and well, on the birthday, of course. - Pansy's mother had a gentle smile as she approached and gave each one a quick hug.

- Thank you, Mrs. Parkinson, but I must confess that the merit in the preparation of the party is all our mother's. - Draco said kindly, which even sounded strange to Pansy and Y/N's ears.

- Happy birthday to you, including. - Pansy said to her friend while her was talking to the blonde next to her.

- Thank you. - She answers distractedly, still paying attention to Nott and Laila's interaction. - What do you think they're talking about?

- About a wedding, of course. - Pansy said simply and Y/N looked at her scared.

- What? But so soon?

- I'm just kidding, Y/N. - Pansy hides a laugh with her hand when she sees her friend's reaction, but soon she regains her composure. - But one hour the subject will be this if you don't do anything. - Pansy warns and Y/N looks at her confused, however, decides not to continue with the conversation. He would be exposing himself with any answer he gave.

[...]

Few people were still in the Malfoy Mansion at that time, the end of the party was already a reality and most of them went back to their homes, including their friends' families. Pansy, Blaise, Mattheo, the Greengrass and Theodore sisters were just waiting for Y/N and Draco, who were still saying goodbye to some guests.

- I promise we're going, I'll just say goodbye to a few more people and I'll be right back. - Y/N said to the friends who were thrown on the chairs of a round table, all bored with her delay.

Y/N moves away again, but with the emptiness of the hall, it was still possible to see her. She and Draco said goodbye to the Berkshires, which meant that no friend lost a movement of the situation if you want. The girl laughed with her brother at some joke told by her father.

At a certain point, Lorenzo takes out a small black box with a pearly bow wrapped in one of the pockets of his pants and handing over the Y/N, who looks at him with some surprise.

- It's very beautiful, Enzo. Thank you. - She ran her fingertips with a small smile over the thin silver bracelet with small diamonds decorating it.

- I'm glad you liked it. - The boy replied without taking his eyes off his reaction for a second if you want. - Can I? - He referred to dressing her with the accessory.

- Yes, please. - She holds the box with the other hand while Lorenzo takes the object, closing it around the stretched wrist of his right hand.

The small touches of Berkshire's fingertips on the girl's wrist made her throb quickly, which seems not to have gone unnoticed by him, who looked at her immediately, smiling without showing his teeth and looking back at the object he was handling.

- It was perfect. - Narcisa's voice reaches Y/N's ears, taking her out of the daydreams that gradually washed away her memories with Theodore.

And then, the farewell ended, making Draco and Y/N go in the direction of their friends again.

- Let me see the bracelet. - Pansy asked, curious to see the accessory more closely. Y/N just reached out for her and her friends to analyze.

- Merlin, he really has good taste. - This time Daphne had a silly smile when she said, Theodore and the other boys just rolled their eyes in response.

- Can we go? - Mattheo gets up already a little impatient for more comments.

Everyone followed him without even answering and Y/N did not react to any of the comments made about him or Lorenzo. Well, you can say that his mind wandered for his concern about Theodore and Laila.

[...]

The friends were rushing through the dark corridors of Hogwarts Castle after disappearing in the black forest. The laughter between them was audible as they approached the entrance of Slytherin's communal.

What broke the smile on Y/N and Theodore's face was the vision of Laila waiting at the communal door to be let into the party as well as the others. The friends came in and Laila, who followed them inside, was just waiting for Theodore inside now. However, she was completely ignored by him and the others of the Elite Slytherin.

Y/N went to the improvised bar made with magic in the corner of the room, while she was stopped from time to time to receive a suggestive happy birthday from some boy, who only received a "thank you" in response and nothing else. The loud music and the dimly lit place gave the last characteristics of a party full of people from other houses.

Theodore was looking for her with some anxiety, he hadn't been alone with her since he arrived, and well, maybe he had a gift for her too. The boy dodged people directing to Y/N, who was still drinking with Riddle next to him, when suddenly Nott feels a pull on his arm and looks back ready to curse whoever it was.

- Theo! - But he avoided a curse when he saw it was just Laila who called him. - Can we talk? - She said loudly for him to hear.

- Can't it be later? - Theodore tried not to look rude, but it was in vain.

- Please, it will be quick. - She insists and he accepts just going to a corner, but a little closer to Y/N, who seemed to have fun with Mattheo in the middle of the other people while they danced. - So, I was thinking about what you did some time ago and... - Theodore tried to pay attention to Lufana, but quickly turned his gaze directly to Y/N dancing while Laila explained why she had forgiven him for getting his name wrong during sex, the interesting thing was that he never apologized, an asshole attitude if he really stopped to think.

- Great, Laila, that's good. Now I have to go. - Theodore said as soon as he realized that she stopped talking and walked away from her, leaving the girl confused and a little disappointed with the reaction.

Theodore walked to the place where Y/N was, but she was no longer there, however, luckily for her she was just further ahead, this time talking to Daphne.

- Y/N, I was looking for you. - He said a little panting, maybe he let his anxiety shine through.

- It was, wasn't it? - Daphne said with a suggestive smile and Y/N just looked at him shining to know that he was looking for her.

- Can you come with me? - This time he went to Y/N, who asked Daphne for permission following him.

- See you tomorrow! - Daphne was visibly altered, she was never very scandalous.

Y/N followed him throughout the community and in the corridor she began to feel an unusual heat, mainly because she was in the dungeons and it was not very common to feel heat there. Maybe this feeling at the foot of the belly was given by the memories of the last time they were together and how much she used this memory to touch herself during the time they were away.

- May I know why we are going to your dormitory? - She asks in a suggestive tone, which makes Theodore smile in response.

- Your gift is there. - Y/N frowned confused if this was some kind of double meaning or if she was misinterpreting the signs. - And I had no way to take it to you.

They entered the room, and Y/N cared little if it was what she expected or not, she was very in need of him to wait for whatever it was. So, as soon as she saw Theodore turning to her again after closing the door, she brought their faces closer and took her gaze directly to the boy's mouth, who reciprocated.

- I see you've missed me. - Y/N shuddered when she heard him say that even better than she imagined. The girl hung her hands around his neck, then lowered one of her hands to rest on her chest.

- I don't know... - She had a malicious smile and a nebulous mind to have him so close again. Theodore really had a gift for her, but that would be for later, he wouldn't postpone one of the opportunities to have her just for him once again, after all, he also felt it. - But you I'm sure you felt it, wouldn't you?

Theodore decides to stick his mouth to hers once again, taking his hands directly to the waist of the girl dressed by the thin fabric of the dress she wore. Y/N sighed heavily when he felt the boy's hands on himself again, which made him smile during the kiss. Nott lifted her on his lap, running his hands under her clothes and putting them on top of the desk. The boy went down the kisses all over her neck and collarbones, like a complete needy. Y/N let out low moans and slow sighs while biting her lips, and for a moment she thought she was in heaven. Merlin, he was hot.

- Teddy. . .- However, Y/N thought he heard a different noise and ignored it, but the noise was repeated, but Theodore didn't seem to hear anything since he was too busy already running his mouth through her apparent thighs. - Did you hear that? - She pushed him away and he looked confused. Y/N jumps off the table and tries to listen again.

- What...

- Shh! - They are in complete silence, when the noise is heard again.

Now easily identifiable, the cat meow came from inside the closed bathroom. Theodore gets up and heads to the door, opening it and bringing a box in his hands. The meood that came from her only increased as he got closer.

- Happy Birthday. - He leaves the box on the bed and Y/N approaches with curious eyes, smiling big when he sees the little black kitten inside the box.

- Merlin, Theo. - She takes the animal on her lap carefully, and as she caresses his little neck he purrs and stops meowing in complaint. - I can't believe it. - Y/N was visibly happy with the animal in his arms while sitting next to Nott on the bed. - He's so cute. I loved it, Teddy. How did you know I wanted a kitten? - She asks without taking her eyes off the cat who was already starting to close his eyes on her lap.

- You told me in one of your letters. - Theodore watched her happily for getting the gift right. It was a sweet moment that he would never forget, not even Y/N. - What name will you give him?

- I already had a name for a black kitten in mind even before I had one. - She said with some pride. - Your name will be Toast.

- Toast? - Nott laughs lightly with the name, and Y/N throws him a fake indignation.

- Well, he's a little toast that passed the point, isn't it, Toast? - Theodore admires her even more for the affection for an animal that has so much indifference to the human being. - Tomorrow I'll go to Hogsmeade to buy several toys and beds for you.

Y/N may have never won such a significant gift like this. The two spent the rest of the night caressing the cat and learning how to please him, when Riddle caught them sleeping again, Y/N was hugging Theo, while the little cat was curled up on Nott's chest, Mattheo couldn't avoid the proud smile that insisted on leaving. This time he decided not to wake them up.

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draco and 'study' session 🫦🙏🏻

“sit down. we’re not done yet.” draco commands with a serious and stern tone, his narrowed eyes not leaving his book as he leans back on his bed. “well… i think we are.” you respond, a mischievous smirk on your face as you move towards your boyfriend on the bed. he tries to ignore it, to pay you no attention because he knows how easily you can distract him from his work, so he wisely flips through the pages, trying to seem busy and unbothered. unlucky for him, you know exactly what he’s trying to do, as you see right through him.

“i said, sit down. you must finish studying first.” “but i need you. now.” draco lets out a defeated sigh, knowing it’s hard for him to resist you— his beautiful, stunning girlfriend who seductively crawls towards him on the bed, giving him a perfect view of your tits almost spilling out of your shirt. you enjoy the challenge, a naughty spark in your eyes as you bite your lip, “and uh, you don’t seem that convincing when you have a… tent in your pants, love.” you grin amusingly, eyes darting towards the throbbing erection in his tight pants, having taken you only a minute to get him hard as a brick.

draco rolls his eyes, evidently annoyed not only at you, but also at himself for not being able to withstand your seduction. “you’re going to give me a bloody headache.” he mutters, his eyes meeting your tantalising ones for the first time and his brows furrowed as you gaze back at him with an amused smirk on your face, knowing all too well you’re about to get exactly what you want. “but fine. you can ride me— but be quick!” “oh, don’t worry about that pretty boy. i’ll make sure you cum in less than a second.”

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[stangergorya]

I reread Harry Potter every six months. My most comfortable fandom.

[lyrablack1883]

To dance with you.

An illustration I did to celebrate 2k on Twitter :D. Ahaha no one is leading the dance, they just hold hands, swinging around and Draco desperately holding Harry so he doesn’t fall, while Harry having the time of his life. look at Draco, he’s just helplessly falling deeper in love.