#House: Ravenclaw

[stillundefeated]

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Ravenclaw Aesthetic for @hopkirks

wit beyond measure is mans greatest treasure

[wordsarelife]

—gorgeous

pairing: mattheo riddle x fem!reader

summary: being in love with your best friend might be a bad idea, but drowning your sorrows in alcohol might be your worst one yet

warnings: underage drinking, partying, no usage of y/n, a few suggestive remarks

notes: this is my official entry for the hogmarch challenge of @thatdammchickennugget using prompt 2: “are you speaking parsletongue or am i really that drunk?”

the night was rushing fast away in front of your eyes, easy chatter, at the start of the party, quickly turning into drunken singing and shouting along to the music that was drowning out everything else.

the dim blue light that was shining through the ravenclaw common room did it‘s best to worsen the drunken state many of your classmates were in.

mattheo was sitting on a couch, wearing his usual cool demeanour and being surrounded by his friends. they were known for getting a bit drunk, but never making an embarrassment out of themselves through loud singing or obnoxious dancing.

and normally you were known for sitting right next to them and doing the same.

even though it was dark, you could see mattheo's head turn and his eyes searching the crowd for you. you had excused yourself to get something to drink. that had been over ten minutes ago and you were really debating to just go to bed.

the night had turned out differently than you had expected and you weren't really in the mood to act like it hadn't.

"someone is looking for you" a voice behind you said and you turned around startled.

"harry" you said relieved when you recognized the boy.

it wasn't like the two of you were friends, after all you were coming from vastly different groups, but since a project in astronomy you had become acquaintances, sometimes sharing a few nice words at parties.

"why are you standing here all alone? why aren't you with your friends?"

"why aren't you?" you shot back, making harry quirk an eyebrow.

"well played" he complimented and smiled "i was trying to get away from dean and ginny making out"

"ouch" it wasn't really a well known fact that harry fancied ginny, but you had noticed it right away a few parties ago and he had been able to read you well enough to know that you had known.

"it's alright" he shrugged "i just don't want to sit next to it"

"who would?" you asked sarcastically as you eyes fell on the couple, hungrily making out on the couch, successfully pushing seamus off.

it seemed that a few people felt way too comfortable in the ravenclaw common room.

"oi, it's no fun with these two" seamus complained, sympathetically hitting harry's shoulder on the way to the table with the drinks.

"back to you" harry grinned, seemingly uncomfortable with talking about his secret crush on ginny weasley more than necessary "why are you avoiding riddle? i thought you two were the best of friends"

"i'm not avoiding him" you said defensively, taking a big gulp from the vodka in your cup to prevent yourself from saying any more.

harry took a moment to study your facial expression, before he sighed in a tone that almost made you tear up "oh"

"no" you shook your head "no 'oh', stop looking at me like that, potter"

harry laughed dryly "too late" he shrugged "so, being the best of friends is your actual problem, huh?"

you didn't answer his question, but took another sip from the cup. immediately regretting it.

harry cringed "if you continue drinking at that rate you won't be able to speak a coherent sentence in a few minutes"

"maybe i don't want to speak coherent sentences anymore"

"so we're already at the point of drowning our sorrows in alcohol?" he raised his cup and took a sip "no, you're right, it doesn't look like you're unluckily in love with riddle at all"

you sighed "okay, fine, you're obviously smarter than you look" you rolled your eyes.

"well, ouch" harry said offended, but you could see a hint of mischief in his eyes. "am i allowed to join your little club of self-pity?"

"sure" you nodded "the more the merrier i guess"

"there's no better way to spend a party than drown yourself in self-pity with the girl you're kind of on good terms with"

"yeah, totally" you grinned "but i think if we continue talking at that rate we will be able to call each other friends in an hour"

"deal" harry laughed, before he grabbed the bottle of vodka on the table behind you, filling both your own and his cup back up. he put the bottle back and held his cup in your direction "to unrequited love" he said dramatically.

you grimaced, but raised your cup to clink against his. "to unrequited love" you toasted "and unexpected friendships" you added.

"yeah that too" he smiled before you both took a big sip from your cups.

"vodka is fucking disgusting" you complained and harry nodded, making a face that would allow the assumption that he had been thinking the same thing.

"at least it does the trick"

you and harry spend the next hour recklessly sipping vodka, while you were telling each other ridiculous stories. the vodka had a quicker effect than either of you had thought, making the both of you dance and refer to each other as friends sooner than you had predicted.

just as 'dancing queen' began to play and you were twirling on the dancefloor, did you notice the empty spot on the couch occupied by your friends. there was only one of them missing. before it could really register in your brain who exactly was missing, a voice rang out next to you.

"make room, potter" you and harry both turned around, looking surprised at the arrival of mattheo riddle.

"matty" you laughed after the few seconds it had taken you to recognize your best friend.

mattheo's arm darted to the side, catching you before you could fall to the ground. you had made the attempt to hug him, missing his body by a few feet. you had been closer to hugging cormac mclaggen who was standing off to the side.

"there you are" mattheo noted, gently taking your cup out of your hand, sniffing the contents and grimacing at the strong sent of vodka, mixed with a bit of orange juice.

"do you want some?" you slurred, grinning up at the boy, who's arm was still holding you steady.

"how many of these has she had?" mattheo asked harry, thinking he would be a little less wasted than you.

"like thirty-four thousand?" harry answered before him and you broke into simultaneous laughter.

"had to have been a lot" mattheo muttered, noticing the way you were laughing with the chosen one, gripping his arm, like you were old friends.

he let go of you, taking harry's cup as well, emptying the both into the bucket under the table with the drinks. he came back right in time to witness you saying goodbye to harry with a dramatic hug, kissing both his cheeks and lastly his forehead.

"yeah, that's enough" mattheo said, dragging your body back against his when he noticed you going in to plant more kisses on harry's face. he looked bad enough, the red lipstick you were wearing leaving marks all over his face.

harry smiled before he waved at you and turned around, stumbling through the crowd of students probably in search of his redheaded best friend.

mattheo rolled his eyes. "you're absolutely wasted, darling"

you turned around to look at him and unconsciously bring a bit of space between the both of you "is it that obvious?" you asked.

mattheo watched with a smirk, how you tried to balance yourself out, to just be able to stand. your arm ended up stabilizing your own hip and you almost fell full on to the side, when you moved your leg.

"not really" mattheo grinned "come on, baby" he softly gripped your waist on either side, guiding you in the direction of your friends. you closed your eyes, leaning your head against his shoulder, letting him walk you through the room willingly.

"have i ever told you how gorgeous you are?"

"i am?" he asked laughing.

"so gorgeous that it hurts"

"you're flattering me" he smiled, nudging your arm. "but maybe you should concentrate more on walking in the right direction"

he was right. it was taking you way too long to cross the room, thanks to your inability to still walk in a straight line, even with his help.

"hey" mattheo greeted, making the eyes of his friends turn on him. "i'm bringing her to bed"

"already?" enzo asked skeptically, checking his watch "it's only two a.m."

"hey guys!" you greeted when your eyes snapped open. you bend forward, plastering a kiss onto enzo’s cheek. "how the party you doing? good? good!" you smiled, nodding as your eyes fell closed, as you leaned back onto mattheo again.

"what?" theo laughed at your slurred words that had not made the slightest bit of sense.

"yeah, i get it now" enzo nodded understandingly, trying to rub your lipstick off his cheek.

"she's only been gone for an hour" blaise said unbelievingly "how did she get that drunk?"

"she's had approximately like more than a thousand vodka-o's according to potter" mattheo chuckled.

"potter?" draco repeated disgustingly "what has she been doing with potter?"

"harry and i are best friends" you gushed, giving draco an angry look. he rolled his eyes in annoyance, but without questioning your answer.

"let's not get ahead of ourselves, love" mattheo argued, a bit of jealousy in his voice.

"you don't have to be jealous" you softly touched his cheek "you know i love you more than anyone, honey"

blaise let out a loud whistling noise "seems likes she's your girl after all, riddle"

"oh shut up" mattheo said at the same time as you said "of course"

"better bring her to bed now" theo advised and you could feel mattheo nod next to you.

"i'll be back in a few minutes" mattheo promised, as he softly turned you around to be able to walk you in the direction of the door.

"no he won't" you slurred, turning your head in the direction your friends, gripping mattheo's neck and winking at them.

enzo hollored and theo laughed, while blaise repeated the whisteling.

"cheers to that" even draco was amused about you, as he raised his cup in your direction.

"i'll be back" mattheo assured again, pushing you forward.

"no you won't" theo shook his head, smirking as he watched his friend roll his eyes and gently guide you through the crowd.

"how about a shot of tequila?" you suggested to mattheo, perfectly awake again. there was no hint of the tiredness that had consumed your body only a few minutes ago.

maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was the sound of a familiar voice indicating the beginning of the song 'whatta man' by salt-n-pepa, which was now booming through the boxes.

"no, no more alcohol" mattheo shook his head, suddenly being the kind of responsible he had never seen himself to become.

"oh my god!" you gushed when you finally reconized the song "that's my favorite song! let us dance, matty!"

he was distracted by two hufflepuff boys almost running into him, when you saw the perfect opportunity to escape his hold. stupidly enough, that was the only thing you could see, as you had promptly gotten lost in the crowd of people.

mattheo was at your side only a second after, making you realize that you had in fact just turned around, without moving more than a feet away from him.

"if you don't come with me on your own accord, i'll have to carry you" mattheo warned.

you giggled, clasping your hands around his biceps "let us dance" you pleaded, completely ignoring what he had said.

mattheo furrowed his eyebrows, still waiting for you to reply to what he had said, but you were busy watching a few ravenclaws and hufflepuffs downing shots. "or we could down some shots" you mumbled.

mattheo took that as answer enough, clasping one of his hands around your forearm and the other around your leg, as he bend down to throw you over his shoulder.

"matty" you protested, as he began to walk you out of the common room. you gave up arguing and continued to sing along to the chorus of 'whatta man' as mattheo walked you both through the crowd of people.

as soon as the door to the ravenclaw common room fell close behind the two of you, you slumped down on mattheo's shoulder, the tiredness hitting you immediately.

"do you want to walk on your own now, baby?" mattheo asked, but he could feel you shake your head. "can you use you words?" he was growing a bit concerned at your sudden mood shift, trying to make sure that you were still somewhat alright.

"no" you pouted "i don't want to use my words"

"you just did"

"i never let a man tell me what to do" you slurred and mattheo had to chuckle.

"clearly" he muttered under his breath.

he walked through the halls of the castle quickly, making sure that you wouldn't be discovered by one of the teachers. you would probably kill him if one of them saw you like this. you never really got that drunk often, so it was on mattheo to make sure that no one found out about it now.

he should've searched for you immediately after you hadn't come back. he shouldn't have waited an hour. but he was scared of annoying you. you were always together and he had taken your absence as a sign for you needing some space.

if he could, he would follow you around all the time, preferably holding your hand while doing so. maybe in another universe you would want him to do that.

"when are we there?" you asked, your hand wandering across his shoulder, before it finally found it's place in his hair, gripping it tightly.

"any second now" mattheo was trying to make sure not to shake your body too much, as he quickly walked down the steps to the dungeon. he wouldn't want you to throw up. "do you feel sick, sweetheart?"

"no" you muttered "i just want to sleep"

"i know, i know" mattheo patted the back of your leg "we're almost at the door"

he hadn't lied. it only took a few more seconds, before he whispered the password and the door to the slytherin common room opened, revealing the familiar green lighting as he walked you both inside. he crossed the room, climbing the stairs to your dorm.

he took his time to set you down on your bed, making sure that no quick movement could make you feel uncomfortable. he unfolded your blanket, spreading it across your body.

he was ready to leave the room, before you called him back.

"matty" you cried and he perked up, walking back to the bed. you threw the blanket to the side dramatically, revealing your trousers and shirt. "i can't sleep like this"

"oh" mattheo said dumbfounded "do you want me to take them off?" he asked slowly, gripping the waistband of your trousers.

"are you speaking parsletongue or am i really that drunk?" you giggled at the joke with your eyes still closed.

"you're really that drunk" mattheo answered, rolling his eyes at your unseriousness "and it's not funny"

"it's a bit funny" you opened your eyes and giggled at his facial expression "why are you so serious, matty?"

"i should've kept an eye on you" he answered "you don't like to be drunk"

"i can make my own decisions" you argued, crossing your arms.

"obviously" mattheo nodded "should i take them off?" he repeated his question from earlier, but the tone of his voice made you sober up immediately, well at least a bit.

"are you really angry at me right now?" you asked surprised.

"i had to leave the party to bring you to bed"

"that's not the reason you're angry" you said, knowing him well enough to see through his lie.

"okay, fine" he sat down on the bed and you sat up, drawing your knees to your chest and hugging them with your arms. "maybe i'm a bit angry that you would rather spend your evening getting drunk with potter than speaking to me"

"matty"

"no, it's fine" he shook his head "i shouldn't be angry about how you choose to spend your time. goodnight" he stood up from the bed, walking to the door quickly, so voice rang out before he was able to twist the doorknob.

"can you please just stay?" you asked and he turned around in surprise.

"what?"

"maybe i chose to spend time with harry, but i'm choosing to spend the night with you. isn't that more important?"

"that's not how it works"

"okay, fine" you said, tired of arguing "do you want to know the truth? spending time with you is super hard while i'm madly in love with you" even though you were a bit more sober than before, he could still recognize the drunkness in your voice, especially because you were never that bold.

"madly in love with me, huh?" mattheo repeated surprised, his signature smirk immediately replacing the frown on his face.

“it’s embarrassing, i know” you buried your face in your hands, hiding your rosy cheeks from his eyes. he softly took your hands in his, freeing your face of them.

"don't hide from me" he smiled "and it’s not embarrassing, because the truth is, that i'm madly in love with you too"

you smiled up at him. “can you kiss me then?” he smiled at your question, but shook his head.

“no more kisses tonight” he muttered, softly stroking your hair “we can do that tomorrow, as often as you want to, when you’re sober again”

“okay” you nodded.

he gently helped you to exchange your trousers for pyjama bottoms, before he took of his shirt and climbed into bed next to you. you cuddled close to his chest, your hair tickling him whenever you moved.

"blaise was right" you said finally "i'm your girl after all"

"you always were" mattheo whispered back, softly kissing your forehead, before the both of you fell asleep, holding onto each other.

[incorrectquotesharrypotterv]

Draco: Can I have a bite of your food?

Y/n: Absolutely not!

Theo: Wow. Some great couple. She won’t even share her food.

Y/n: It has avocado on it. He's allergic to avocado. Are you so jealous of our relationship that you want Draco to die?

Theo:

Theo, murmuring: Yes.

[monyokami]

Beatrice and Clora (My Mc/ Oc with @choccy-milky 's Mc)🐉

I hope you like the drawing, it's the first time I draw someone else's character. Thank you very much for your permission

[ashdashcrash]

winter at hogsmeade ☃️✨

[sativariddle]

PLAN GONE WRONG ꒰ t.n. ꒱

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ navigation. (9.6k+ words)

WARNINGS: insecurity, cheating!george, nipple play, instances of bullying, suffering with body image + struggles, and strong language.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: if you don’t enjoy my content, there’s no need for you to stick around. i’m not responsible for what you choose to engage with.

SUMMARY: after theodore gets into a fake relationship with a ravenclaw to make daphne jealous, he finds himself tangled in something far messier than he anticipated.

theodore nott had it all — the looks, the intelligence, the friends, the money. and when it came to girls, he never faced a challenge. it was always effortless for him. but theodore nott wasn’t seeking heartbreak. i repeat, theodore nott was not looking for heartbreak.

but heartbreak found him anyway.

friday night, just after curfew: he took a walk through the abandoned astronomy tower. he hadn’t been looking for trouble — he wasn’t the type to seek out unnecessary drama.

but as he approached the shadowed nook near the entrance, the unmistakable sound of moans and groans caught his attention.

and then, a voice he knew too well.

daphne greengrass.

something in his chest twisted. it wasn’t like they had sworn undying loyalty to each other — theodore wasn’t naïve. but there had been something there, hadn’t there? some unspoken agreement between them, a mutual understanding that despite their lack of labels, she was his in a way she hadn’t been with anyone else.

apparently, at the obvious looks of it, that was all in his head.

because as he stepped closer, he caught a glimpse of her — pressed up against the stone wall, fingers tangled in the robes of some faceless, nameless guy who sure as hell wasn’t theodore.

for a second, he couldn’t move. couldn’t speak. just stood there, frozen, as something cold and heavy settled in his stomach. before he could stop himself, he cleared his throat.

daphne was startled, her body tensing as she pulled away from her mystery lover. blue eyes going wide with something that looked like guilt — but that couldn’t be right, because daphne greengrass never felt guilty.

"theo -" she started, but he was already turning on his heel, walking away before she could spin some pathetic excuse.

how can he be so clueless? after everything he did for her, you'd think the witch would finally see things clearly and not end up with some random no-life guy.

theodore didn’t go back to the slytherin dorms right away. he ignored all the portraits muttering at him, questioning why he looked so angry. instead, he found himself storming into the common room couches, his jaw clenched so tightly it ached.

he was halfway to the fireplace when a familiar voice drawled from the opposite of theodore. "rough night?"

blaise zabini, the absolute perfect picture of relaxation, was sprawled across the leather couch, watching theo with an infuriating smirk. on the other side of the room, malfoy sat by the chessboard, silver eyes flicking up with mild interest.

"she cheated on him," pansy parkinson supplied from her spot near the fire, where she was busy painting her nails black. she didn’t even look up. "saw the whole thing."

of course she had — pansy thrived on drama like it was her lifeblood. she was so nosy about his business that, at times, he almost wished the blood curse upon her. though, he always knocked on wood immediately after, just in case.

theo exhaled sharply, dropping into an armchair. "who was he?" he shouldn’t care. he shouldn’t care. he doesn’t care.

"does it matter?" draco arched a bushy brow. "the point is, she played you."

theo’s veiny hands curled into fists. "i don’t care." mattheo absentmindedly tossed a stress ball — stolen from one of his many hookups — between his hands, rolling his eyes every time theodore repeated that he didn’t care.

"right," blaise said. "which is why you look like you want to murder someone."

pansy finally looked up, the sway of her bob barely skimmed her shoulders, sharp gaze scanning theo’s expression. "you want revenge."

it wasn’t a question.

theo didn’t answer, but something must have flickered in his expression, because blaise clapped his hands together, looking positively delighted. "perfect. i have a plan."

from the tone of his voice, you’d think zabini had been waiting his entire life for this moment, his handsome smile curling at the edges with satisfaction.

“blaise, i just found out the girl i’ve been speaking to has been seeing other people behind my back minutes ago. how the fuck do you already have a plan?”

draco leaned back in his chair, smirking like he had been waiting for this moment. he had. “put it this way; we never exactly trusted daphne.”

”- could say… we planned for this,” berkshire added smoothly from his spot, finally speaking up as he tossed pieces of chocolate into the air, catching them with his mouth.

theodore stared at his friends blankly, processing their audacity. it should have pissed him off. but, if he was being honest? he was intrigued.

”…hurry the fuck up.”

blaise’s own grin widened. "we find you a new - fake - girlfriend. someone completely unexpected. someone who will make daphne lose her mind."

theo scoffed. "and who the hell would agree to that?"

no one in their right mind would willingly agree to this — if someone had come up to theodore and asked him to fake date them for revenge, he would’ve given them a strange look and walked away without a second thought.

"simple," blaise said. "we pick someone who has nothing to lose."

the process of choosing someone — anyone — wasn’t as easy as they made it sound. it had to be someone who would make waves, someone no one would expect to be tangled up with theodore nott.

so, the next morning at breakfast in the great hall, the group of six hissing slytherins huddled together.

"not a slytherin," draco decided. "too obvious."

"not a gryffindor," pansy added. "they’re too… annoying."

blaise tapped his chin thoughtfully. "we need someone smart. someone who won’t get clingy but also won’t back out at the first sign of trouble."

"that leaves hufflepuff and ravenclaw," theo muttered. "- hufflepuffs are too soft," pansy cut in. "we need someone with a backbone. someone unexpected."

that’s when blaise’s gaze landed on you.

you were sitting at your usual ravenclaw table, nose buried in a book, oblivious to the chaos unfolding in the world outside your pages. dark hair pulled into a high ponytail, lips pressed into a firm line: nothing like daphne.

blaise smirked and leaned toward theo. "trust me. she’s perfect."

the group of slytherins turned, their gaze following blaise’s eyes until they landed on you. like a pack of snakes hunting a lone eagle, as if they could snare you with nothing but a hiss.

theo wasn’t convinced at all. "her?"

"think about it," lorenzo said smoothly. helping blaise’s case. "she’s not involved in house politics. she doesn’t give a damn about us. and best of all? daphne won’t see it coming."

mattheo hummed, watching you. "she’s kind of… lonely, isn’t she?"

"exactly." blaise grinned. "which makes her interesting."

theo studied you for a long moment. he’d seen you in passing before, always tucked away in corners, watching the world with those sharp, observant eyes. you weren’t the type to seek attention. you weren’t the type to need anyone.

you were stunning, of course, lost in your book, completely unaware of the six slytherins staring at you.

you weren’t daphne. but maybe that’s exactly what the plan just needed.

you knew something was wrong the moment blaise zabini dropped into the seat across from you, flashing a grin that balanced precariously between charm and devilishness.

blaise zabini did not sit with you. neither did draco malfoy, who slid into the chair beside him effortlessly, nor pansy parkinson, who leaned over your table as if she were about to offer you an illegal dragon egg. lorenzo berkshire opted for the desk itself, perched on the edge, smirking down at you. mattheo riddle dragged over a random wooden chair and flipped it backward, resting his arms on the backrest as he settled in. and then there was theodore nott — standing behind them all, arms crossed, fingers ghosting over his biceps, his expression carved in boredom, like he’d rather be anywhere but here.

you sighed, snapping your book shut. "no."

blaise’s dark eyes closed and opened — blinked. "you don’t even know what we’re going to say."

"i can guess," you replied dully. "and whatever it is, the answer is no."

"hear us out -"

"i’d really rather not."

who could blame you, honestly? the six of them were bullies — bullies. cruel, ruthless, and known for doing horrible things. so when they all sat down, your first instinct was that you were their next target.

draco sighed dramatically. "we’ve been sent here against our will because theodore is apparently incapable of having a simple conversation with a girl."

over draco’s shoulder, theo shot a glare at the back of his platinum head. “nott, i can feel your ugly eyes boring into the back of my head. cut it out,” malfoy said, not bothering to turn around.

“fuck you. people actually love my eyes, especially the blue,” theo retorted.

“they’re lying. it’s the ugliest color i’ve ever seen,” pansy chimed in. theo shot her a look. “we have the same color eyes, dumbass.”

“no,” pansy replied, blinking dramatically. “yours are ugly blue, mine are pretty blue, and they’ve got a little brown in them. yours are just plain ugly blue.”

the slytherins began bickering among themselves, while you stood there, staring at them, before clearing your throat. you seriously did not have time for this.

the bickering came to an abrupt halt as all eyes turned toward you. theo turned back to his friends, rolling his eyes.

“i could have handled this myself.”

"sure you could, sweetheart," pansy sarcastically grinned. "that’s why you stood outside the library like a lost first year for ten minutes before we had to drag you in."

you raised an eyebrow. "should i be concerned?"

theo clenched his jaw and looked away, which was honestly kind of funny. he was clearly uncomfortable, but that wasn’t your problem.

"look," blaise said, leaning in conspiratorially. "daphne cheated on theo -“

“- we never dated,” theodore replied flatly, as if that somehow helped his situation. “then why the fuck are we here right now?” mattheo shot back, tilting his head up to glare at theodore.

“because we were still something, and i thought she knew that,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair in frustration. blaise rolled his eyes, turning in his seat to glare at each and every one of them for cutting him off.

once the group finally shut up, he exhaled sharply and turned back to you, picking up right where he left off. “- we want revenge. and what’s the best way to make an ex lose her mind?”

"i don’t know," you said. "move on with your life?"

theodore made a noise like you had just suggested befriending a dementor. "don’t be stupid." you shot him a glare. if there was one thing a ravenclaw couldn’t stand, it was being called stupid — because that couldn’t be further from the truth. and ravenclaws know the truth — are supposed to know it.

blaise smirked at how easily you were already irritated, but then quickly reminded himself that they had to play nice if they wanted you on board with their plan. forcing a more charming smile, he said, “we want you to pretend to date theo.”

you stared at them.

then laughed. hard. "oh, that’s cute… no."

theo exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose. “fucking told you,” he muttered before letting out a slow breath through his nose, unfolding his crossed arms. “this is a complete disaster.”

"you’re a disaster," pansy corrected before turning back to you. "we get that this is a little out of nowhere, but think of the opportunities here. you get to hang out with us."

"that’s not the selling point you think it is."

blaise’s grin never wavered. “okay, how about this? you get to make daphne furious, and it’ll piss her off even more since theodore never made things official -“

“- if you weren’t together, then you have no right to be mad -” theodore shot you a scowl, blaise ignored you, continuing to talk. “that’s when he’ll introduce you as his girlfriend, and watching her rage will be objectively fun. plus, you get protection - no one messes with theo’s girlfriend.”

"fake girlfriend."

“so, you’d do it?”

you sighed, rubbing your temples. “definitely - fucking - not.” you could never bring yourself to do something for this group of bullies.

even sitting at the same table had you itching to get up, you had already tried slipping away, your fingers fumbling with your hair in nervous agitation. “and, besides, i’ve been talking to someone…” you continued, your voice softening. “i wouldn’t want to mess it up, especially since i’ve liked him for so long. i don’t want to ruin anything…” you trailed off,.

there was a beat of silence.

"i’m sorry, what?" parkinson screeched.

berkshire’s expression lit up with delight. “oh?” draco curled his lip, clearly irritated by the fact they had been rejected by a ravenclaw. “who?”

you crossed your arms, debating whether to answer. but then you figured, why not?

If they were going to harass you about theodore, you might as well be honest.

"george weasley."

chaos erupted.

“you’re joking.” mattheo looked like he might actually be sick. “ew…” he trailed off, and you shot him a pointed look, catching the sass in his tone.

"a weaslette?" pansy gasped, clutching her chest. "you like a weaslette?"

“weasley.”

“weaslette.”

“weasley.”

theodore spoke. "you have terrible taste."

you shrugged. "he’s funny, he’s kind, and he doesn’t barge into my library time with schemes."

blaise leaned back, shaking his head in amusement. "did not see this plot twist coming."

"you’re all being dramatic," you said. "and the answer is still no." pansy groaned. "come on. we’re offering you the role of a lifetime!"

"i don’t want the role!"

theo looked at you then, sharp, blue eyes scanning your expression like he was trying to figure you out. and then, very quietly, he said, "you really like him?"

“yeah. i do.” for a brief moment, something flickered across his face — his hope fading — and then he turned back to his friends.

"drop it."

draco blinked repeatedly. "excuse me?"

"she said no," theo muttered. "we’re done here."

pansy gaped at him. “are you seriously letting this go?” didn’t he want revenge? didn’t he want to see daphne burning with hate? "it’s a stupid plan anyway," he said, shoving his hands into his pockets. "find another way to piss off daphne."

you weren’t the jealous type. at least, that’s what you always told yourself. but as you stood there in the courtyard, watching george weasley lean in just a little too close to some hufflepuff girl — smiling at her in that way he smiled at you — jealousy hit you like a bludger to the gut.

it was ridiculous. just yesterday, he had his arms wrapped around your waist, kissing you — no, devouring you — and yet, here he was now, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, laughing at something she said.

the sound of it made your fingers curl into fists.

is this how nott felt when he saw daphne? did he feel that same ache? did the jealousy twist into something that hurt so fucking badly? had he been suffering like this?

nope. you weren’t doing this.

you were so, so so mad.

to think you’d been defending his sorry ass to the slytherins. fuck george. fuck him.

eagles and snakes rarely got along, but once the lion steps into the fire, the eagle and the snake have no choice but to unite and fight.

spinning on your heel, you stormed off, your pulse pounding in your ears.

before you even realized where you were headed, you found yourself marching straight into the slytherin common room — grateful that a second year girl had mumbled the house password just in time, allowing you to slip in before the portrait closed.

you walked right toward the biggest assholes in the school.

blaise, draco, mattheo, lorenzo, and pansy were sprawled across the leather couches, looking like they owned the place (they did), while theodore leaned against the fireplace, staring into the flames like some brooding poet lost in thought.

the second they saw you, blaise sat up, smirking. “to what do we owe this unexpected pleasure?”

you exhaled sharply. this meant lowering your guard. this meant keeping your stubbornness in check. this meant swallowing your pride.

“i’ll do it.”

pansy played dumb. “do what?”

“the fake thing.” you crossed your arms. “i’ll pretend to be theodore’s girlfriend.”

for a second, there was silence.

“oh my god,” pansy gasped, clutching her heart. “it finally happened.” she was absolutely certain you’d never agree. completely convinced that this whole ‘getting back at daphne’ scheme was now a forgotten idea they wouldn’t bother with anymore.

blaise spoke. “what happened to not wanting to mess up that little thing you’ve got going with weaslette?”

you glared at him. “shut up.”

berkshire snorted. “fantastic.” something obviously went wrong. it didn’t take a genius to figure out.

theo, on the other hand, looked at you with mild suspicion. he knew that look. how could he not? he’d had the same one when he’d caught daphne pressed up against a wall, some idiot practically sucking the life out of her. “you’re sure about this?”

no. this was stupid. this was reckless. this was exactly the kind of thing that would blow up in your face.

you squared your shoulders. “yes.”

pansy clapped her hands together. “perfect. but if we’re doing this, we’re doing it right.”

you frowned. “what does that mean -”

“makeoverrrrr,” she announced, standing up. her robes swished with the motion, and the excited smirk that played on her pink lips made her look all the more eager.

you took a step back. “absolutely not.”

“oh, absolutely yes,” pansy countered, grabbing your wrist and dragging you toward the girls’ dormitory.

the boys exchanged glances, their interest blossoming at the mention of ‘makeover.’

they leapt to their feet, scrambling to follow the two of you, barely able to contain their amusement as they trailed behind, looking far too entertained.

once everyone had emerged into pansy’s dorm, it was clear it had the chaotic charm of a girl’s haven.

clothes were strewn across the floor, some crumpled, some tossed haphazardly over the furniture. a half open wardrobe displayed a jumble of dresses, skirts, and shiny, sequined tops begging to be worn. on the vanity, papers, makeup, and empty bottles of perfume cluttered the space, and a few framed photos of her and her friends sat crookedly among a mountain of beauty products.

the walls, covered in posters of various dark haired models, all seemed to have a shade of lavender in the lighting.

theo spoke. “is this really necessary?” for the first time, you actually found yourself agreeing with what came out of his mouth.

“shut up, nott. we’re creating a goddess.”

pansy shoved you onto a vanity stool and stood behind you, eyeing your hair with barely concealed horror.

“first things first,” she said, yanking your ponytail out with a single, ruthless tug. you winced as your hair fell over your shoulders.

pansy hummed approvingly. “that’s way better.”

you scowled at her through the mirror. “you could’ve asked nicely.”

“where’s the fun in that?”

blaise, now lounging on her bed, smirked. “i’m enjoying this already.” you wanted to roll your eyes because, of course, he was.

pansy chose to ignore him, rifling through her wardrobe before shoving a pile of clothes into your arms.

“try these on.”

you eyed them. “why do i feel like these have no fabric?” the materials in your hands felt light and flimsy, and panic slowly crept in as you imagined trying them on, only to look absolutely hideous. every time you glanced at yourself in the mirror, it was the same — you hated what you saw. you found yourself angling your body, staring at your stomach, picking apart the parts you so desperately wished you could change.

what if they thought your body wasn’t good enough? what if the clothes made you look awful? you knew you shouldn’t have eaten anything for dinner last night.

“because they don’t.”

fifteen minutes later, you had gone through at least five outfit changes, each one more questionable than the last. the first was a ridiculously short dress that barely covered anything.

you stepped out of the bathroom, arms crossed over your chest. “i feel naked.” the dress was incredibly short, and the neckline was just as revealing, offering no coverage for your chest at all.

draco smirked. “that’s the point.”

theodore had been uncharacteristically quiet, barely glanced at you before muttering, “next.”

the second outfit was a tight leather skirt and a top that required more trust in fabric than you currently possessed.

blaise let out a low whistle. “now we’re talking.”

you dryly responded. “i will strangle you.” theo, again, didn’t react. just gave another, “next.”

the third outfit was… well, you weren’t sure you could even call it an outfit. it was basically a glorified bralette and a pair of shorts that might as well have been underwear.

you stepped out, glaring. “pansy. be. fucking. serious.”

pansy sulked. “fine. we’ll dial it down.”

outfit number four was surprisingly decent — tight jeans, a fitted black top, and a green coat that made you look effortlessly cool.

draco tilted his head. “that’s… not horrible.”

blaise nodded. “it says, ‘i’m hot, i know it, and i don’t need to prove it.’”

theo finally looked at you properly, eyes scanning your outfit. all he said was, “that’ll do.”

you raised an eyebrow. “that’s the best approval i’m going to get?” you had just put on a damn show for these assholes, one outfit after another, parading around in pansy’s clothes.

theo smirked. “obviously.”

pansy clapped her hands. “alright, lesson one of fake dating 101: now that you look the part, it’s time to act the part.”

you slumped in the vanity chair. “what does that even mean?” you knew what it meant but you tried to stall them.

theodore rolled his blue eyes, already seeing right through your act. “it means you need to carry yourself like you actually belong here.”

blaise leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “no more shrinking into the background. no more avoiding eye contact. and for merlin’s sake, no more walking around like a lost library ghost.”

“i do not -“

“you do,” theo interrupted, arms crossed, fingertips ghosting over his biceps.

you narrowed your eyes at him. “well, excuse me for not strutting down the corridors like i own the fucking school.”

“that’s exactly what you need to do,” pansy said, standing up. “confidence is everything. now, let’s start with posture.”

that was the thing — you didn’t have a shred of confidence in you. you’d never had it, not when it came to anything other than studying.

pansy grabbed your shoulders and yanked them back so suddenly you nearly toppled over.

“ow - pansy!”

“straighten your back,” she ordered. “head up. chin slightly tilted, but not too much - you don’t want to look like you’re trying too hard.”

mattheo dabbed in. “think of it like this: you’re not looking at people. you’re looking past them. like they’re beneath you.”

you scoffed. “that sounds like how you look at everyone.”

“exactly,” theodore replied, cutting in for mattheo. “glad we’re on the same page.” you rolled your eyes in his direction.

pansy nudged your chin up with two fingers. “perfect. now, when you walk, you don’t rush. you glide.”

lorenzo let out an exaggerated sigh, propping his chin in his palm. “this is going to take forever.”

theo, who had been watching with an unspoken expression, spoke. “stand up.”

you hesitated but obeyed, standing in front of him as he slowly rose to his feet. “alright,” he said, eyes locked onto yours. “walk toward me.”

you furrowed your brows. “that’s it?”

“that’s it.”

you started walking.

immediately, all six slytherins groaned.

“are you serious?” malfoy scoffed. “what is that? a power walk?”

“you look like you’re late for class,” blaise added.

pansy shook her head disapprovingly. “we are fixing - whatever that was.” she stood beside you. “watch and learn.”

then, with the kind of grace only pansy parkinson could pull off, she strolled forward — shoulders back, hips swaying slightly, every step measured and deliberate.

when she reached theo, she tilted her head and smiled up at him, as if he were the most fascinating person in the world. it was so natural, so effortless, that it made you feel small.

a wave of insecurity hit you like a hurricane, and for a second, you wanted to back out of the whole thing. everyone’s eyes were on you now, waiting to see if you would follow her lead.

“see?” she said, batting her lashes. “effortless.”

you crossed your arms. “yeah, well, i don’t naturally look like a goddess.”

pansy winked. “not yet.”

for the next thirty minutes, they had you pacing back and forth across the common room. every time you thought you had it down, someone would find something to correct.

draco was the first to point out that your shoulders were too stiff, while blaise let out exaggerated sighs whenever you dared to glance at the ground. pansy swatted at your arm whenever you fidgeted, and mattheo would grow more tense each time you didn’t do exactly as they asked. meanwhile, lorenzo started chatting with another slytherin nearby, totally oblivious to the chaos unfolding in front of him.

theo, however, just watched. occasionally, he’d mutter a quiet, “again,” forcing you to restart.

by the end of it, your feet ached, and your patience was running thin.

“how is walking this difficult?” you groaned, flopping onto the couch.

theodore chimed. “because you’ve been walking wrong your whole life.”

before you could throw a pillow at him, pansy clapped her hands. “now that we’ve covered walking, let’s move on to behavior.”

blaise beamed. “my favorite.”

you narrowed your eyes. “why do i feel like i’m not going to enjoy this?”

pansy ignored you and continued. “rule number one: confidence isn’t just about how you move. it’s about how you speak, too. no more snapping immediately. no more second guessing yourself.”

here she goes again with the whole ‘confidence’ thing. you wanted to remind her that every time someone disagrees with you, your first instinct is to defend yourself. it’s why you come across as feisty, snappy, and on edge.

but instead, you just bit your tongue.

mattheo leaned back. “and if someone talks to you? you make them work for your attention.”

you frowned. “that sounds exhausting.”

theodore shrugged. “it’s called being desirable.”

“or insufferable.”

“same thing.”

pansy waved a hand. “we need to work on your interactions with theo.” your stomach twisted slightly. “what do you mean?”

she smiled. “darling, if you’re going to be his girlfriend, you need to know how to act like one.”

theo sighed. “this is unnecessary.”

“it’s necessary,” pansy insisted. “what if daphne doesn’t believe any of this because the chemistry is so bad you wouldn’t even be able to convince a first year?”

silence.

yeah, that’s what she thought.

pansy turned back to you. “alright. let’s say you and theo are walking down the corridor. you see weasley. what do you do?”

you clenched your jaw. “i’ll stick my middle finger at him and yell, ‘fuck you -“

the five slytherins groaned in unison, while lorenzo turned away from the random slytherin he’d been talking to, catching the collective sigh of disbelief.

pansy rubbed her eyes. “no. that’s later. you laugh at something theo said, touch his arm, make it look effortless.”

you glanced at theo, who looked as bored as ever. “and what exactly is he saying that’s so funny?”

theodore’s bored expression flickered for a moment before morphing into a slight smirk. “nothing. that’s the point.”

you exhaled sharply. “great.”

“practice,” pansy ordered. “theo, say something. anything.”

theo arched a dark brow at you. “you walk like a baby deer.”

you blinked. “that’s supposed to make me laugh?”

draco grumbled. you are insufferable, he decided. “it’s not about the joke. it’s about the reaction.”

you rolled your eyes but tried again. forcing out a laugh, you reached out, lightly touching theo’s arm. blaise breathed out. “that was painful.” lorenzo nodded in agreement. “i think i cringed into another dimension.”

you shot them both a glare. “you try fake laughing on command.”

pansy sough dramatically. “it’s fine. we’ll work on it.” she turned to theo. “you, mr. tall, and emotionally unavailable, need to at least pretend to be interested in her.”

theo’s lips twitched. “emotionally unavailable?”

“you know i’m right.”

he shook his head but turned back to you. his sharp eyes met yours.

“okay,” he said, voice softer now, more intentional. “let’s try again. one last time.”

you swallowed.

you never really looked into people’s eyes, not really. you barely made eye contact with anyone — it felt so awkward to you, so you’d always find yourself looking around, trying to avoid it when someone tried to hold your gaze.

but you’d never seen eyes like his.

at first glance, they were just blue — bright, captivating blue. but as you stared deeper, into their beautiful depths, you saw something else.

“green,” you muttered breathlessly before you even realized it.

it was theo’s expression that changed, a flicker of confusion crossing his face. “what?” he asked, the words slipping from his rosy lips.

you remembered when pansy and draco had told him his eyes were an ugly color back in the library, during that conversation where they tried to convince you to take theodore’s offer of being his fake girlfriend to make daphne jealous.

“your eyes,” you murmured softly. “there’s a ring of green around them.” by the way his expression remained unchanged, you could tell he either hadn’t heard or simply chose to ignore it.

instead, he stepped closer, just enough that you had to tilt your head to look up at him properly. “i’m going to say something, and you’re going to react. not like you’re acting. like you mean it.”

you exhaled sharply.

so, he hadn’t heard? “fine.” you were ready to leave anyway.

theodore’s eyes gleamed. then, in the same casual voice, he said -

“your laugh is terrible, sounds like a dying hyena.”

you let out a real laugh — short and surprised — and smacked his arm lightly.

“oh, fuck you, nott.”

he smirked. “see? that was convincing.”

pretending to be theodore’s girlfriend seemed easy in theory — until the stares that had once passed over you without a second thought now fixated on the two of you. hand in hand, you sat at his table, surrounded by his friends, his touch settling effortlessly at your waist.

daphne was seething, her blonde hair falling over her shoulders as she glared from the end of the table. you could feel the heat of her gaze, the subtle flare of her nose.

george, on the other hand, didn’t look at you — not once. but that was fine. it had to be. because you weren’t finished yet. you were still unraveling, still learning, still becoming.

and the group of slytherins were determined. the training stretched on for weeks — anywhere they could catch you, they did. in the common room, the library, even the great hall. pansy would stop you mid bite to correct your posture, blaise had you repeating ‘effortless’ laughter until it started to sound like a dying cat, and draco would dramatically critique your eye contact as if you were his lead actress and he was the most unsatisfied director in history. mattheo was constantly instructing you on what to say — and more importantly, what not to say. and lorenzo made it his mission to steal your bacon from your plate whenever he got the chance.

and then there was theo.

he never gave long winded critiques like the others. he didn’t smirk and throw in unnecessary jabs like blaise (kind of) or roll his eyes like draco. instead, he watched. observed. and when he spoke, it was always something sharp, something that made you think.

like now.

“you’re too self-aware.”

you looked up from your book, grateful for the brief moment of peace. the slytherins had given you a break — pansy and draco had run off to sabotage a gryffindor’s potion, blaise had found something more entertaining (likely something with luna), and mattheo and lorenzo had disappeared to the kitchens.

you thought you had escaped to the library in peace, but clearly, you were mistaken.

theo had found you anyway. he leaned against the opposite side of the table, fingers brushing over his biceps like he always does, watching you like he was solving a puzzle, like he always does.

you raised a brow. “and that’s… bad?”

“yes.” he pulled out the chair across from you, sitting down like he had nowhere else to be. “every move you make, you’re thinking about it too much. the way you laugh, the way you walk, the way you talk to me.”

you scoffed, closing your book. “well, sorry for not being naturally gifted like daphne.”

theo shook his head. “you don’t have to be daphne. you just have to look like you know you’re wanted.”

you stared at him, a sarcastic laugh escaping your lips. “right. because that’s easy.” the truth was, you didn’t know how to look like you were wanted — no one ever had, not for anything, and certainly not for you. it was easier to avoid them, to keep your distance, than to try and be something you weren’t.

“it is,” he said simply. “if you stop caring so much.”

you huffed, leaning back in your chair. “that’s rich coming from you.” his brow arched. “and what’s that supposed to mean?”

“you act like nothing fazes you,” you said, tilting your head slightly, studying him with narrowed eyes. “like you don’t care about anything. but you do, don’t you?”

of course, he did. you could see it now, even if he hid it behind that calm, indestructible facade. why else would he go through all this trouble, dragging you into this mess, playing this game with daphne? it wasn’t just about her. it was about proving something — maybe to her, maybe to himself. he wanted her to pay, to feel the weight of her own mistakes, and that made him care.

and the worst part? it made him feel weak. vulnerable. and you could tell he hated that more than anything.

you knew it. because you were experiencing the same thing.

a flicker of something crossed his face.

gone in an instant.

“this isn’t about me.”

you rolled your eyes. “it’s exactly about you,” you said, voice dripping.

theodore leaned forward slightly, elbows resting on the table. “try something for me.”

“that sounds dangerous.”

he ignored you. “when you walk out of this library, don’t look at the ground. don’t think about your steps. just move like you own the place.”

you jeered. “i can’t just flip a switch and suddenly be -“

theo tilted his head, his gaze dragging over you with an intensity that made your skin prickle. it was as if he was reading something beneath the surface, something you weren’t ready to share. you shifted uneasily, feeling small, like a kid again, hyper aware of every inch of your body, the parts you hated, the parts you tried to hide.

the air felt thick, so fucking—

“you’re beautiful, you know.”

silence.

your breath caught in your throat. the words came out so smoothly, so casually, like he was stating a simple fact. like of course you were.

you searched his face for any sign of teasing, but there was none. just something unknown. something quiet.

your pulse skipped.

fuck, why did it do that.

and then, because you refused to let him see how his words rattled you, you forced a smirk. “that was terrible flirting, nott.” it was perfect, though, you thought. you wanted to tell him that, wanted to admit it was the nicest thing anyone had ever said to you, believe it or not.

but you couldn’t — not when he was looking at you like that.

theodore exhaled a small laugh through his nose. “that wasn’t flirting. that was proving a point.”

of course, it wasn’t flirting — he was just testing you. why would theodore nott, easily one of the most handsome people you’d ever (and unfortunately) laid eyes on, call you beautiful?

as if someone like him, or anyone at all, would actually mean it. even the boy you once believed loved you — george — proved you wrong the moment he went behind your back.

theodore leaned back. “see? you’re thinking about it now. about yourself. the way you look. the way i see you.”

you hated that he was right. but why was he so right? why was he able to read you so easily, so effortlessly, like he knew every hidden thought before you even said it?

theodore stood, sliding his hands into his pockets. “just… try it.”

you exhaled, rolling your shoulders back. “fine. but if i trip and embarrass myself, i’m killing you.”

he smirked. “i’ll take my chances.” as he started to turn on his heels, you almost yelled, but before you could, he muttered, “if you ever need help with anything, i’m free whenever.”

with that said, he turned and walked away, leaving you sitting there — annoyed, intrigued, and just a little bit breathless.

you sat alone in the corner of the ravenclaw common room, the letter in your hands trembling slightly. the parchment felt heavier than it should, and yet you could hardly bear to look at the words printed on it. but you had to. you had to face it, even if you didn’t want to.

the letter was from your parents, and it was a disaster.

we can’t even begin to express how disappointed we are with the way you’ve been handling things at hogwarts. this is beyond the point of disappointment, actually — it’s outright failure. it’s one thing for us to hear about your so called ‘struggles,’ but it’s another thing entirely to see the results: your grades are nothing short of pathetic.

we’ve given you everything: the best tutors, the best resources, and access to opportunities most people could only dream of. yet, here you are, barely scraping by. how are you letting this happen? your teachers have reported that you’re barely passing, if even that. how many times do we have to remind you that this is your future at stake? you have no right to waste it.

your lack of effort is shameful. you used to be our pride and joy, the one who had potential. but now? we can’t even recognize the person you’ve become. you’re giving up on your own future. you’re choosing to throw it all away, and for what? you’ve shown us that all your talk about ambition and success is just - talk.

we don’t know what’s more disappointing: the fact that you can’t seem to manage the most basic of subjects or that you don’t even care. if you had any self respect, any ambition, you would have been putting in the work, not coasting by. instead, you’ve become lazy, unfocused, and frankly, unworthy of the opportunities you’ve been given.

do you realize how many people would give anything to be in your position? and yet, here you are, throwing it all away. you’re failing us. you’re failing yourself. you need to get it together, and you need to do it now.

we’re not sure how we can make it any clearer — this is unacceptable. there’s only so much we can do from here, but don’t think for a second that this will go unnoticed. get your act together. if you don’t, don’t bother coming home. we won’t be waiting for you. we expect to see better results when we hear from you next. consider this your final warning.

disappointed,

mother and father.

you were failing your classes at hogwarts. not just one or two, but most of them. potions, charms, transfiguration.

your parents were more than disappointed. they didn’t even bother to sugarcoat it this time. the harsh words cut deeper than any curse could have. - you’ve always been the clever one, the one with potential, - they wrote. - you’ve been given everything - what are you doing with it? - the pressure suffocated you.

every single one of their expectations wrapped around you like a suffocating coil. their disappointment was so real, it was all you could feel. your throat tightened, and a sting behind your eyes blurred your vision.

the tears were there, just waiting to break through. but you didn’t want to cry. you couldn’t. you weren’t allowed to.

you’re nothing but a failure. you have to keep your grades up. you have to be perfect. you weren’t allowed to disappoint them. you wouldn’t be failing if you hadn’t gotten caught up in this stupid plan.

if you weren’t so hurt by what george did, you wouldn’t have done this at all.

but the damage had been done. you’d let yourself get caught up in something that distracted you, that took you away from the one thing you were meant to focus on — your studies.

and now, every time you looked at the grades on your parchment, you saw their voices on the page. you weren’t just failing your classes — you were failing them.

when you and theodore had pretended to be a couple, you thought it would at least make george feel something, make him jealous. but he never seemed to care. the only one who had been affected was daphne — her jealousy was as obvious as the clenching of her jaw whenever you and theodore were near. and yet, that was it. it had all become nothing more than a farce.

a joke.

still, the slytherins continued their lessons: how to act, how to speak, how to dress. what to say and what not to say. they molded you into something that didn’t feel like you, and you couldn’t stop it.

the pressure was crushing, overwhelming, suffocating. every night, you stared at your homework, knowing you should be doing something — anything — but you just couldn’t bring yourself to start.

you slapped a mental ‘later’ on it, telling yourself you’d get to it soon, but soon never came.

by the time you finally mustered enough energy to focus, your eyelids were already too heavy, weighed down by exhaustion, leaving you to drift into a sleep with the work still undone.

you weren’t supposed to be a part of some stupid drama filled plan. you were supposed to be the one who passed your classes, the one who made your parents proud, who got things right for once.

instead, you were drowning in expectations that weren’t your own, and the worst part was — you didn’t know how to get out.

here you were - failing.

the sobs came before you could stop them. you crumpled the letter in your hands, pressing it to your chest as if the parchment itself could hold you together. it didn’t. the tears spilled freely now, hot and unrelenting, rushing down your cheeks as everything inside you cracked.

you were alone. you always had been. never had siblings. never had anyone to lean on. no one to share your struggles with.

hogwarts was supposed to be your escape, a place where you could make your own mark, but all it had brought was failure and loneliness.

then, like a faint whisper in the chaos of your thoughts, you remembered theodore’s words.

‘if you ever need help with anything, i’m free whenever.’

you had never really let anyone in. you didn’t know how to. you didn’t know how to trust, how to reach out to someone when everything inside of you screamed to stay closed off. but right then, in that moment, everything felt too heavy, too overwhelming.

you didn’t care anymore. you needed someone. you couldn’t be this broken by yourself.

your legs carried you before your mind could catch up, moving on their own.

you barely registered the walk from the ravenclaw common room to the slytherin common room, your mouth mumbling the password the slytherins had given you in week three.

you were there in an instant — standing outside theodore nott’s door. theodore nott’s fucking door, the door of the arrogant slytherin who tossed anyone aside without a second thought unless they showed him respect, a cruel boy.

the thought made you want to turn on your heel and leave right then and there, but your heart pounded in your chest, the frantic thumps reverberating in your ears, urging you to stay, to face whatever this was.

you hadn’t even thought about what you were going to say. how could you? you didn’t know how to explain the chaos in your mind, how to put into words the suffocating weight of expectations, the crushing loneliness.

you knocked softly, almost hesitantly.

three minutes went by before the door opened, and there he was. theodore, looking every bit the usual detached, cold version of himself. but something flickered in his eyes when he saw you.

a question. a hint of concern. without a word, he stepped aside, allowing you to enter.

the room was empty, and you didn’t bother asking where the others were. you didn’t really care, though a part of you felt a strange relief that it was just the two of you.

when he spoke, his voice remained steady, but his eyes searched yours, as if trying to piece you together in real time. the usual sharp edge in his tone was absent — replaced by something almost… soft? “what’s wrong?”

you couldn’t say it. not with words.

instead, you let the sobs come again, louder this time. it wasn’t pretty. you didn’t care. you couldn’t control it anymore.

his hands were at your shoulders in an instant, his touch tentative but comforting. but you pushed him away, too much of a mess to be near anyone.

it’s so fucking strange — one minute, you crave someone’s presence, desperate to stop being alone, and then, when it’s actually there, you push it away.

“i don’t - don’t know how to do this, theo,” you managed to choke out between gasps. “i can’t - i’m failing. i’m not good enough. my parents -” you cut yourself off, too afraid to say the rest. too afraid to admit that you’d always been nothing more than a disappointment to them.

theodore didn’t speak for a moment, his gaze softening as he watched you crumble. he didn’t say anything at first. instead, he just watched you, as if giving you the space to fall apart.

he took both of your hands, guiding you to the edge of his bed to sit and collect yourself. when he finally spoke, his voice was soft, carrying such an uncharacteristic rawness that caught you off guard.

“you’re not the only one who feels like that,” he said softly. “i get it. the pressure… from your parents, from everyone around you. it’s… a lot.” his eyes flickered, a brief moment of vulnerability passing through you both. “you’re not alone in this, you know.”

you didn’t know why, but hearing that — hearing him say that — made something inside you crack open a little more.

he wasn’t perfect. you knew that. but maybe, just maybe, he understood.

“my father,” theodore continued, voice lower now, as if sharing a secret he’d buried for too long. “he always told me i wasn’t enough. that i’d never be good enough. that i was too much like my mother. and when i couldn’t live up to his expectations… he would shut me out. he’d… pretend i didn’t exist.” his eyes met yours, and you could see the pain in them, the hidden scars from years of being told he was worthless. “it’s not easy… feeling like you’re nothing more than a disappointment.”

you swallowed hard, your throat aching as his words wrapped around you like a quiet understanding. he wasn’t offering you pity.

“i’m not going to say it gets better, because it fucking doesn’t. but that doesn’t mean you have to be alone.” he was offering you something else — something rare.

he was offering you the truth.

he understood. he knew exactly what you were going through. you weren’t alone anymore. for the first time, you weren’t alone, and it felt so, so good.

both your eyes were still locked on each other, silent, the only sound being the slow exhale theodore let out through his nose.

“golden,” he said suddenly.

your brows furrowed, confusion spreading across your face. “what?” the words slipped out before you could fully process them.

“your eyes,” he continued, his blue eyes — with a hint of green — looking directly into yours. “there’s gold in them.”

it was the same thing you had said to him weeks ago in the common room, assuming he hadn’t heard — assuming it hadn’t mattered enough to linger in his memory.

he was so close now, so so so close that you could feel his breath mingling with yours. just one more move, and your lips would be touching.

up close, he was even more breathtaking — sharp cheekbones, a bottom lip just a bit fuller than the top, a faint flush warming his skin. and those eyes — unfairly beautiful, impossibly enchanting.

he was deep in thought — you could tell by the way his lips parted, as if he were on the verge of speaking.

a thought came to his fogged up mind: had he ever mentioned that gold had always been his favorite color?

he had inched closer, your lips barely grazing — just a breath away, but not quite touching. when he didn’t pull away, you inched closer, closing the gap between you.

your eyes fluttered shut as your parted lips met his, your bottom lip resting between both of his. his nose brushed lightly against your cheek at the angle.

his lips were slightly chapped, but god, he kissed like no one else.

the warmth of his mouth against yours sent a shiver through you, slow and soft at first, as if testing the waters. when he deepened the kiss, hands cupping your face, thumb gently brushing along your cheek — it felt like everything around you had paused, just for that moment.

he pulled away briefly, pecking the corners of your mouth before coming back once more to the center.

his hands were then on your waist, pulling you closer, his touch burning against your skin as if he, too, needed someone. someone to anchor him, someone to remind him that he wasn’t the only one suffering.

you shifted slightly, lifting your hips and swinging your legs gracefully on either side of his waist.

your movements were slow, conscious, as you straddled him at the edge of his bed, feeling the warmth of his body underneath you. the closeness was overwhelming, and for a moment, you paused, your breath mingling with his as you tried to steady yourself.

you start by grinding against him slowly, your hips moving in a circular motion that makes him groan deeply.

he can feel his arousal growing, pressing against you through the thin fabric of his pyjama pants.

his hands slide up your sides, caressing your curves before returning to your hips, encouraging your movements. your teeth sink lightly into his bottom lip as you continue torturing him with your rhythm, alternating between slow teases and quick grinds.

“fuck.” he lets out a strained whimper, his clothe hips bucking slightly beneath you. you can feel how hard he is getting, how much he wants this.

you kept moving against him, both of you still fully clothed, the friction sending shivers down your spine. one hand tangled in the back of his neck, fingers pressing into his skin, while the other gripped his shoulder for balance.

your hips rolled, chasing the intoxicating pressure, and your lips parted as quiet, breathy sounds of satisfaction spilled from your pretty mouth.

theodore effortlessly lifted you off the bed, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he carried you across the room.

with a firm grip of your thighs, he set you down on his desk — the very one he used for homework and late night reading — now repurposed for something entirely different.

your back of your thighs met the chilled wood of his desk, a harsh difference to the warmth of his body pressed in between your thighs. his hands, firm yet obedient, traced their way beneath the fabric of your shirt, pushing it upward with slow thinking, gathering the material just above your chest.

at the sight of no bra, theodore felt his breath catch, his body reacting instinctively.

his lips followed a path of their own, trailing down the column of your throat, lingering at the sensitive dip of your collarbone. each kiss was unhurried, as if he was memorizing you — mapping out every sharp inhale, every shiver, every place his touch set you alight.

and when he finally leaned back, just enough to look at you, his breath heavy against your skin, there was something in the way his eyes roamed — the kind of gaze that made you feel utterly seen, utterly wanted.

is this what it meant to be wanted? to be desired, claimed in a way that left no room for doubt? if so, you were sure you could carry it with you — this feeling, this newfound assurance — walking with the kind of effortless confidence the slytherins held in awe.

because now you knew. now you understood what it meant to be wanted. theodore dipped his head down, his gaze never wavering, locking onto yours with a passion that made your breath hitch.

his lips parted as he took your right breast into his mouth, the heat of his tongue sending a tickling sensation down your spine.

his other hand found your left breast, fingers teasing the hardened nipple — rolling, pinching, tugging just enough to make you arch off the desk, your chest pressing further into his mouth as he hollowed his cheeks, sucking firmly, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud.

one hand rested at the nape of his neck, fingers lazily threading through his hair, tugging ever so slightly as if grounding yourself in the moment. your other hand clutched the edge of the desk, knuckles paling with the pressure, desperate for something to hold onto.

a quiet whimper slipped past your lips, but he didn’t stop, didn’t ease up — not until his lips finally released you with a soft, wet pop.

without pause, he moved to the other, his mouth just as eager, just as worshipping, like he wanted to memorize every inch of you, like he was starved and you were something he’d been deprived of for far too long.

he looks up at you again, his eyes filled with lust as he switches back and forth between your breasts, his hands and mouth working in team.

he can feel you arching your back further, trying to push more of your flesh into his hands and mouth.

a soft, breathy “mm…” slipped from your parted lips, the sound delicate yet intoxicating. the slow, whiny moans sent a dizzying rush straight to theodore’s already fuzzy head, making his pulse quicken.

he wanted to hear more — needed more. so, with a flicker of curiosity and desire, he decided to try something new.

he pressed himself closer, his hands gripping the backs of your thighs as he spread your legs wider, claiming more space between them. your legs tightened instinctively around his waist, locking him in place.

with a slow touch, his palms skimmed up your torso, cupping your breasts and pushing them together, molding them beneath his fingers as he admired the way they framed against his hold.

his left hand abandoned your creamy skin, bringing his palm up to his mouth, wetting it with his warm saliva.

he releases one of your full breasts, only to push them back together, creating a valley between them. he begins to glide his moist palm slowly up and down your cleavage, creating soft, wet sounds.

he maintains eye contact, watching your reactions - the involuntary shivers, the quickening breaths.

you don’t know why, but you don’t mind the eye contact. normally, it would make you shrink away, but now, it feels like you’re drawn into the depth of his gaze, unable to look away as he toys with you.

“ohh.” breathy whimpers spill from your lips, filling the dorm as theodore quickens the motion of his saliva-slicked palm, gliding over your breast and occasionally rolling his thumb over the sensitive peak.

he watches, entranced, as your nipples grow taut and swollen from the unwavering friction, droplets of his spit clinging to your delicate skin like tiny diamonds.

theodore leans in closely, breathing cool air over your heated nipples, causing them to react with a sharp squeeze.

but then, a wave of overwhelming emotion surged within you — this wasn’t real. this couldn’t possibly be real. he liked daphne, and you liked george.

you had come here thinking it would just be talking — but how could you not want to feel theodore when he looked so godly, so fucking good?

still, that didn’t mean he had to see your body. you hadn’t known theodore as long as you’d known george, and even then, with george, it never went beyond kissing — it never felt right.

but right now? right now, you felt so heated, so dizzy with it.

your parents had just told you to focus, had just screamed through letters for you to do better.

so why were you here?

confusion gnawed at you. why did his mouth resonate with such beauty, making your heart ache with every sound? and how could he look so delicious, cheeks flushed with a delicate rose, lips slightly chapped yet so irresistibly inviting?

it all mashed down on you, suffocating, like a storm you couldn’t outrun.

the closeness, the sudden shift from everything you’d known, the vulnerability that had slipped out — it was too much.

you couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think clearly.

with trembling hands, you pushed away, your heart hammering in your chest, thoughts tumbling over each other like a chaotic wave. “i’m sorry,” you breathed, the words barely escaping your lips, not sure if you were apologizing to him or to yourself. “- i can’t do this.”

it was as if a blanket had been lifted, the haze in your mind dissipating with each blink. clearness crept in, sharp and unrelenting. you swallowed hard.

before theodore could react, you yanked your shirt that had bunched up at your collarbone back down, pushed him away, spun on your heel, and walked out, the door clicking shut behind you.

theodore didn’t shout a protest, nor did he chase after you. instead, he stood there, trying to catch his own breath, his chest rising and falling in a constant rhythm.

you didn’t know where you were thinking. you didn’t know what you were doing. all you knew was that everything felt too much to handle, and you couldn’t stay there with him — not with your head in a mush.

[rose24207]

May I request a George Weasley x Slytherin reader where after being dating in secret for a while they decide to stop hiding but George's friends are mean to her when he's not around and she doesn't want to say anything because she knows how important they are for him but George eventually finds out and defends his girlfriend? a bit angsty with a fluff ending please

What they’re like

Summary: George confronts his friends after overhearing hurtful comments about his Slytherin girlfriend, defending her fiercely and making it clear that their behavior won’t be tolerated.

Genre: angst, fluff

TW: bullying

A/N: love the idea! English is not my first language. I hope you enjoy it though! Requests are open and welcome!

Masterlist

You’d always known dating George Weasley wouldn’t be easy, especially not when the two of you came from different houses. A Slytherin dating a Gryffindor was bound to raise eyebrows, but you thought the worst of it would come from your own housemates. You hadn’t expected his friends—people George trusted and cared about—to be the ones who made it so hard.

It started small. A muttered joke in the common room when George wasn’t there. A pointed glance or a scoff when you passed by. At first, you told yourself it didn’t matter. They didn’t know you, not really. George did. That should’ve been enough.

But then the comments grew sharper, more direct.

“Wonder how long this one’s going to last,” one of them said after you’d walked by.

“She’s probably using him,” another replied. “That’s what Slytherins do, right?”

It stung, but you kept your head high, pretending not to hear. You didn’t want to burden George with it. You knew how much his friends meant to him. If you said something, it might make things awkward for him, and that was the last thing you wanted.

Still, you couldn’t hide how it was affecting you—not entirely. You started avoiding Gryffindor Tower unless George was with you. You lingered at the edge of conversations when his friends were around, smiling tightly and letting their barbs roll off your back. Or at least, trying to.

Fred noticed first.

It was during a free period when Fred overheard it. He’d been on his way to the courtyard when he spotted you in the library. He hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but a familiar voice caught his attention.

“Poor George,” one of the Gryffindor girls said, her voice dripping with mock pity. “He has no idea what he’s gotten himself into.”

“Do you think she’s told him yet? That she’s just using him to make her parents angry?”

Fred frowned, stepping closer.

You were sitting just a few tables away, your back straight, your shoulders tense. It was clear you’d heard them, but you didn’t turn around. You didn’t say a word. Instead, you buried your nose in your book and pretended they didn’t exist.

Fred’s jaw tightened. He wasn’t one to get involved in George’s personal life—it wasn’t his style—but seeing you sit there, clearly hurt and refusing to show it, struck a nerve.

Fred cornered George that evening after dinner.

“Oi,” he said, grabbing his twin by the arm. “We need to talk.”

George raised an eyebrow. “What’s up?”

Fred didn’t answer right away, pulling him into an empty classroom instead. He shut the door behind them, crossing his arms as he turned to face his brother.

“It’s about Y/n,” Fred said.

George frowned. “What about her?”

“She’s dealing with a load of crap from our so-called friends, and I don’t think you’ve noticed.”

“What?” George asked, his confusion quickly shifting to concern.

“I heard some of them in the library earlier,” Fred said, his tone sharp. “They were saying awful things about her—calling her a user, a manipulator. And she just sat there, George. She didn’t say anything, didn’t react. She just took it.”

George’s face darkened, his fists clenching at his sides. “Why the hell didn’t she tell me?”

Fred sighed, his anger softening into something more understanding. “Because she doesn’t want to cause trouble for you. She probably thinks you’ll feel torn between her and them.”

“That’s not—” George started, then stopped, running a hand through his hair. “That’s not fair to her.”

“No, it’s not,” Fred agreed. “So what are you going to do about it?”

The next day, George waited for you outside the library, leaning casually against the wall as if nothing was wrong. You smiled when you saw him, your heart lifting at the sight of him.

“Hey,” you said softly, stopping in front of him.

“Hey,” he replied, reaching out to take your hand. “Walk with me?”

You nodded, letting him lead you down the corridor. It wasn’t until he steered you toward an empty classroom that you started to feel uneasy.

“George?” you asked, your voice hesitant.

He closed the door behind you, his expression unusually serious. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you what?” you asked, though you already knew what he meant.

“About my friends,” he said. “About the things they’ve been saying.”

You looked away, your throat tightening. “It’s not a big deal,” you said quietly.

“The hell it’s not,” George said, his voice rising slightly before he softened it. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because they’re your friends, George,” you said, finally meeting his eyes. “They’ve been there for you forever. I didn’t want to ruin that.”

“They’re not my friends if they’re treating you like this,” he said firmly. “And they don’t get to insult you and act like it’s okay. None of this is okay.”

Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes, but you blinked them away. “I didn’t want to cause problems for you.”

George stepped closer, cupping your face in his hands. “You’re not causing problems,” he said softly. “They are. And I’m going to set them straight.”

“George, you don’t have to—”

“Yes, I do,” he interrupted. “Because I love you, and I’m not going to let anyone make you feel like you’re anything less than amazing.”

Your breath caught at his words. “You... what?”

“I love you,” he repeated, his voice steady. “And I don’t care what anyone else thinks. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

The tears you’d been holding back finally spilled over, and you threw your arms around him, burying your face in his chest. “I love you too,” you whispered, your voice muffled.

George held you tightly, his warmth and reassurance wrapping around you like a shield.

The Gryffindor common room buzzed with its usual energy, students chatting and laughing as they settled into the evening. George stood just inside the entrance, his eyes scanning the room for the familiar faces of the people he once considered his closest friends. His jaw tightened when he spotted them clustered near the fireplace, laughing over something one of them had said.

Fred had offered to back him up, but George insisted on handling it alone. This was personal.

He strode across the room, the crackling firelight casting long shadows as the group fell quiet at the sight of him. The easygoing George they were used to was gone, replaced by someone far more serious.

“Alright,” he said sharply, planting himself in front of them. “We need to talk.”

The group exchanged uneasy glances, but no one spoke.

“I know what you’ve been saying about her,” George continued, his voice low and dangerous. “About my girlfriend. Do you think I wouldn’t find out?”

One of them, a lanky boy named Callum, had the nerve to shrug. “We were just joking, mate. No harm meant.”

“No harm?” George repeated, his voice rising. “You’ve been insulting her behind her back—making her feel like she’s not good enough. How the bloody hell is that ‘no harm’?”

“She’s a Slytherin,” another boy muttered, avoiding George’s fiery gaze. “You know what they’re like.”

George’s fists clenched at his sides. “Don’t you dare generalize her like that,” he snapped. “You don’t know her. She’s smart, she’s kind, and she’s been nothing but patient with you lot while you treat her like dirt.”

“George, calm down,” Callum said nervously.

“No,” George said firmly. “I won’t calm down. She’s my girlfriend, and I love her. If you can’t accept that—if you can’t respect her—you’re not my friends.”

The group fell silent, the weight of his words sinking in. Some looked ashamed, while others refused to meet his gaze.

“She didn’t even tell me,” George continued, his voice thick with frustration. “She didn’t want to make things harder for me. She sat there and took your crap because she knew how much you all mean to me. And you used that to make her feel unwelcome.”

“George, we didn’t mean—” one of the girls began, but he cut her off with a glare.

“You did,” he said coldly. “And you can take your half-arsed apologies somewhere else because I’m done. If you can’t show her the respect she deserves, then you’ve lost me too.”

He turned on his heel, leaving them in stunned silence as he made his way back to the portrait hole.

Fred was waiting for him just outside, leaning casually against the wall.

“How’d it go?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“They won’t be bothering her again,” George replied, his voice still simmering with anger.

Fred smirked. “Good. About time they got knocked down a peg.”

George shook his head, his expression softening as he thought of you. “I just hate that she felt like she couldn’t tell me.”

“She loves you,” Fred said simply. “She didn’t want to hurt you.”

George nodded, determination settling in his chest. “Well, she doesn’t have to worry about that anymore.”

Thank you for reading!

[goldensunflowe-r]

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Hufflepuff: what's your biggest fear

Slytherin: Being forgotten.

Hufflepuff: damn that's deep

Hufflepuff: mine is the kool aid man but I feel kinda stupid about it now

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What would've should've been

Pairing: Theodore Nott x fem!ravenclaw!reader

Summary: Theodore Nott didn't truly know what love felt like until he found you. But now all he can do is sit and imagine what should've been.

Warnings: Mentions of death/killing, Battle of Hogwarts, use of Y/N

Word Count: 2.3k

Before You

Theodore Nott isn't the happiest person in the world. Scratch that, he might be the most subdued, emotionally complex guy to have ever existed. Hardly anything made him smile, next to nothing made him laugh. That's just how he was, is, and how he will always be.

It isn't completely his fault. People are never born 'sad' or 'emotionless'. Theo was brought up this way. It was ingrained into him as a child, silently impacting his life forever, and he didn't even realise it. Well, that was until his mother died. At the hands of his father.

Theodore's mother was a gentle soul. Sweet and caring, she always looked after her son. She gave him everything a child needed, wanted, and then some. The one thing she couldn't provide for Theo? A stable father, who wasn't an alcoholic, abusive pig. Though she did try, the fear she had of Theodore's father never ceased throughout their marriage. She just had to try to shelter Theodore from this cold, uncaring lifestyle.

She could only protect her son so much. When Theodore was just nine years old, she couldn't take the abuse from his father anymore. So she tried to escape. From her house, from her husband, from her life. Yet she failed. And he found out. Theodore Nott Sr. was not happy with this. So he did the only thing that he thought could ease his troubles. He killed his wife. The mother of his child. The child that had heard the Unforgiveable Curse uttered from his father's lips. The child who watched the flash of green light emitted from his father's wand. The child who had to watch his own mother, the only person who truly cared for him, die.

When he started Hogwarts, Theodore wanted a somewhat fresh start. Free from the burdens of his home life, he made friends.(Arguably, they were friends who his father would have approved of. If his father even cared.) At school, Theodore worked hard, and tried to mask the emotions he had always been told to oppress. Anger. Hatred. Vulnerability. So none of his friends truly knew what his life was like. Except for Lorenzo.

Theo told Enzo Berkshire everything. It was easier, having someone understand why you were like you were. Someone who you trusted with your deepest, darkest secrets. Someone who cared about you. That's how the two became best friends. Practically inseparable, 24/7.

During You

Having a connection with someone was something Theodore didn't truly seek throughout his lifetime. Especially now, in his fourth year at Hogwarts. Apart from Enzo, he was fine with keeping to himself, keeping a low profile and staying out of everyone's way. That was, until he saw you.

"Enzo, I don't want to go."

"Please, Theo, I want you to come. I'll be lonely without you." Enzo pleaded with his friend.

"I don't want to go to the Yule Ball. And besides, I didn't ask anyone to go with me." Theodore replied, still resisting the idea.

"So? No-one really cares if you're with someone or not. It's supposed to be fun." Enzo says with a sigh as he flops down next to Theo on his bed.

Theo scoffs. "Says you! How many girls asked you to go with them? 15?"

Lorenzo turns slightly pink at his friend's comment. "23..."

Theo lets out an exasperated sigh. "Exactly," Theo says, but after a moment he decides, "I will go to the ball with you Enz. Only because it's that, or sit around here or in the common room with all the first years."

So, that was how he ended up standing at the side of the Great Hall, sipping a glass of pumpkin juice, and watching all of his friends dancing with whoever they brought to the Ball. Theo didn't really mind. Once again, he was merely waiting in the wings, not really expecting anything grand to happen to him. At least, that's what he thought would happen. Until he saw you.

You were with some of your friends on the dancefloor. Laughing and smiling, you were carefree, living your life to it's full potential. Theo couldn't bear to take his eyes off of you. It's not like you would have seen him anyway, with him lurking in the shadows.

After he had spent what felt like forever watching you, Enzo came to his friend's side, offering a new glass of pumpkin juice, which Theo gladly accepted.

"Who's that?" Theo asked his friend, nodding his head in your direction.

"That's Y/N. Y/L/N I think. She's in Ravenclaw. She's actually quite clever, I sat next to her in arithmancy last year." Enzo pauses for a second. "Why do you want to know?"

"I don't know," Theo shrugs, nonchalant. "I just... don't remember seeing her before, that's all."

"Oh. Well, she's really kind. And sweet." Enzo smiles before rushing of again to resume dancing, leaving Theo to mull over his thoughts. Thoughts of you.

A week later, whilst sat in Potions, Theodore couldn't help but watch you, sitting across from him in the classroom. Strange. He had never noticed you before, but now it seemed you were the only thing plaguing his mind. He hardly took any notice of Professor Snape that lesson, watching you as you took notes with your brow furrowed, and how you twirled your quill around in your fingertips if you seemed distracted.

Over the next few weeks, Theodore Nott grew to know lots about you, even if you didn't yet realise it. He knew your favourite subject (Charms), your favourite sweets from Honeydukes (Chocolate Frogs, because you collected the cards). He even knew how you liked to spend your Sundays (sat in the courtyard with a book and a hot chocolate). Theo was drawn to you, for some unknown reason, and not even he could figure out why.

In the weeks leading up to your exams, you spent an increasing amount of time in the library, studying. Funnily enough, so did Theodore. He wanted to do well academically, even if his friends preferred skiving off and messing with first years. So, that was how he came to speak to you for the first time, five whole months after he was first captivated by you.

"Can I sit here? All the other tables are either occupied or slightly sticky and I don't want to mess up my books"

"Uhh, sure!" Theodore said, shocked that you had even come over to him. "No," he told himself. "She's only over here because nowhere else was free. Don't get your hopes up."

"I'm Y/N, by the way." You smile at him, and wave your wand to get your books laid out on the desk in front of you.

"Theodore. But you can call me Theo." Theodore said, as he found himself smiling in return.

The two of you started to talk about anything and everything; school, exams, your hobbies, interests, just your lives in general. And that's how Theo realised that, maybe he wasn't such a cold, uncaring teenager after all.

A week or so later, the two of you were sat under the shade of an oak tree overlooking the Black Lake, studying for, you guessed it, exams. That moment was when Theo finally plucked up enough courage to ask you something.

"Hey, Y/N?" he asked, taking a deep breath.

"What?" you replied, looking up from your book.

"I was wondering, would you maybe like to, and it's OK if you don't, I don't mind, you don't have to say yes or anything because it's completely your choice-"

"Spit it out, Theo!" you giggled, humoured by his rambling.

"Right. Sorry." Theo said, trying to calm himself down. "Umm, would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me next weekend? And could we possibly go to the Three Broomsticks? You know, just... us?"

Your eyes widened, before you smiled at the boy's worried expression. "Of course! Theo I'd love to."

You wrapped your arms around him and gave him a small kiss on the cheek before returning to your book, leaving Theodore grinning as if he'd just won the lottery. Which, with you, he basically had.

After You

It had been a while since Theodore Nott had been back at Hogwarts. Since he had gotten the Dark Mark, at his father's force, he had stayed working for The Dark Lord, being a Death Eater. He hated it. It was a life his father had forced him into, a life which wasn't truly his. And now he was back at the one place which had been a home to him, but now he was here to destroy it.

Theo tried to look for you. The one person who he trusted, and the one person who trusted him. Theo wasn't here to fight. He wasn't here to kill. He couldn't do that here. His safe place, where his father couldn't physically torture him. Where you were.

Before his sixth year at Hogwarts, Theo was held under the Imperius curse by his father, and the searing skull tattoo, the tattoo that would hurt him forever, was imprinted into his left arm. When school started again, he couldn't bear to tell you, his girlfriend, what had happened. But he did, because between you two, there were no secrets. When you found out, all you were was supportive. You helped Theo though his pain and anguish, but what he didn't know is that when you first found out, you cried for hours. Crying about his future, your future, angry at the world you live in for being so cruel. Crying was really the only thing you could do.

After Dumbledore's death, Theodore did what he thought would be best for your relationship, best for you.

"You can't be serious, Theodore?" you said, trying to keep your voice levelled and clear, holding back the tears.

That hurt Theo. You never called him Theodore, unless you were really frustrated. Which hadn't happened until now. "Y/N please, I have to, it's for your safety."

"My SAFETY? Theo, I couldn't care less about that right now. Please, don't do this." You couldn't hold back any longer. The tears were now streaming down your face.

"I don't want to, but-"

"But what, Theo? I love you!"

"I love you too, but-"

"Then surely that's all that matters?" you say, exasperated. "We love each other. We can run away together, and live in hiding until it's safe for us to come out, to be together."

"No, we can't, you know we can't, we'll be found and then... you'd... You'd be killed." Theo says in a small voice. "And I can't let that happen to you. Please, Y/N, just listen to me. As soon as this is over, we can get back together. We can live together, start over together. But it can't happen now. Not yet. Please, Y/N, wait for me."

You can't stop crying now, and you lean over to Theo and kiss him. "OK. When it's all over. I'll be waiting for you, Theo. You'll definitely come back to me?"

"Of course I will, Y/N. I promise I'll find you."

And of course, that's what he was currently doing. Looking for you. He had been waiting a year to see your face again, hoping you hadn't forgotten about him. However now he couldn't find you. Running through the corridors, shouting you name, dodging curses and rubble, Theo's only goal was to find you. And he did.

There you were at the top of the Astronomy tower, a split lip and wearing a torn blue jumper, you were aiming all sorts of hexes at a Death Eater. Theo was so relieved, and began firing spells at your opponent, until he was knocked unconscious. At that point, Theo kicked the limp body over the balcony, not caring what would happen.

"Y/N." Theo smiled. "I told you I'd come back."

You pulled Theo into a hug and kissed him. "Theo!" you breathed.

"I love you more than anything, Y/N." All Theo could do was look into your bright, tearful eyes, relieved that he could see you once again before-

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

That fateful curse.

A flash of green light.

Your body fell limp in Theo's arms.

Your eyes lost their brightness.

"NO!"

Theo tried to pull you up, tried to hold you tight, but it was no use. You were gone. Theo looked up to see your murderer, looking him in the eyes. His father.

Your death at the hands of Nott Sr. ensured Nott Sr.'s death at the hands of his son. That was the first and last time that Theodore Nott would ever use the killing curse, and it only made sense for it to be on the person that used it on the two people who he had loved most in the world.

When the Battle of Hogwarts was over, most of Voldemort's supporters were dead, captured, or had fled the scene when it was evident that they were losing. But two Death Eaters stayed behind, simply because they couldn't bear to leave the castle like this. They felt it was partly their fault. Those two Death Eaters were Theodore Nott and Lorenzo Berkshire.

Whilst everyone gathered in the Great Hall, Enzo wandered the, now ruined, corridors of a place he loved so dearly. What he didn't expect to find his best friend, leaning on the crumbled wall of the Astronomy tower, cradling someone in his arms. Not to mention the fact that his father lay on the ground mere feet away.

"Please, Y/N, you can't be dead, you can't. I came back for you I-"

"Theo?" Enzo inquired, sitting on the floor next to his best friend, who was in fits of tears.

"He killed her, Enz. He killed her so- So I killed him. I had to."

"It's OK, Theo." Enzo replied, putting an arm around his friend's shoulder, and letting him cry.

The pair fell into a comfortable silence, with the sound of everyone in the castle talking and grieving the loss of friends and family. The two could have been down there with them, celebrating the demise of the people who made their lives hell.

But instead, all Theodore Nott could think about is what should've been.

[wordsarelife]

—mine

pairing: theo nott x fem!reader

summary: your’s and theo's relationship throughout the years

warnings: canon typical violence near the end, mentions of the war, blood and death

note: feel free to request stuff for the christmas calender!!

theo was startled by a sudden voice who called out his name, he turned around, the book he was about to push into the empty space still in his hand. 

"nott" you had muttered, arms crossed and the surprised expression on his face when he turned around had almost made you lose it. you quirked a brow at the missing reaction. "i guess you don't even know my name?" 

"sorry" theo winced and you could see how umcomfortable he was simply because he knew nothing about the person standing in front of him. 

"don't feel too bad" you shrugged. "didn't know yours until you borrowed my favorite book for four weeks and i had to beg madam pince to tell me the name of the person who had it" 

"well, sorry again" theo held the book in your direction. "you can have it now, if you still want it" 

you completely ignored the book, until theo sighed and put it back in the empty space on the shelf where it belonged. "guess not" he muttered to himself. 

"so, tell me, theodore nott" you followed him back to the table with his things. "what tempts a guy like you to borrow a book like that?" 

"well, without meaning to insult you, i'd say it is more male literature than female isn't it?"

"you're a moron if you really think something like female or male literature exists" you sat down in the chair across from him. "i wouldn't declare sherlock holmes as male literature, more preciously i would say that most boys are too daft to even understand half the things arthur conan doyle mentions and to your information i'm taking great insult to whatever the hell you just said"

"geez" theo's eyes had widened, he found you a bit odd, annoying even, but he couldn't help but feel all the same intrigued. "like what you just said isn't an insult. most boys are too daft, huh?" 

"maybe daft is a bit too harsh, i admit that" you rolled your eyes, a smile on your lips, "but i'd say most are too impatient to read those books, yes"

"well, you're not wrong about that" theo nodded "i can't remember the last time one of my friends touched a book that wasn't part of a class" 

"that's quiet sad, i'd say"

"i agree" theo smiled. "so, now that we're on the same page, do you mind telling me your name? i feel like i deserve to know it"

"no" you grinned just as the smile vanished from his face. "i decide when you deserve to know, theodore nott" you left him sitting there, speechless about the sudden rejection. 

you never actually told theo your name. he only found out when you managed to borrow the memoirs of sherlock holmes for two months straight. 

the next time that the two of you talked was a few months later, at the beginning of december. snow had fallen and the hogwarts grounds had turned into a beautiful white landscape. 

the snow was poudry, but you managed not to slip as you made your way through it. your body tightly wrapped in layers of clothing, the thick ravenclaw scarf almost reaching up to your eyes as the falling snow hit your face. 

"not the right weather for a stroll, is it?" theodore nott had caught up to you, not exactly spotting the right outfit for the wuthering cold. 

"well, i know there's a reason you're a slytherin and not a ravenclaw, but i would've expected you to be just a little smarter, nott" 

theo looked down on his clothes just as you did. "i was actually just going for a smoke"

"in the middle of a mild snowstorm?" you quirked a brow. "i'd say it's not the right weather to be doing that either"

"you're a real know-it-all" 

"tell me something new, nott" you rolled your eyes "it's exhausting to always be right, you know?"

"i bet it is" theo shrugged sarcastically. "there had to have been a reason you got sorted into ravenclaw"

"well, as said before, i can see why you weren't" you shrugged with a grin. 

theo sighed. "another dig at the outfit, really?" 

"well, considering you're standing here discussing with me and getting yourself wet, i'd say i'm allowed to keep judging your outfit" 

"fair point" theo nodded and you were surprised he gave up so easily. "are you coming or what?" he asked, ready to walk back inside.

"no" you shook your head "you go ahead though, wouldn't want you catching a cold, who would faint during potions then and entertain the rest of the class?"

"hey, that was one time" he called, as you walked away "how did you even hear about that, we're not in the same potions class?"

you just shrugged and send him a smile over your shoulder. he was standing in front of the doors to the castle, soaked from head to toe and you had to admit, theodore nott was a (beautiful) sight for sore eyes. 

it wasn't like you minded theo's company, but you noticed how he started hanging around the places you frequently visited during the weeks to come. 

theo had it especially easy when he realized that you stuck to your routines during the week, making it impossible for him to miss you once he had figured it out. 

monday and wednesdays after class were spent in the library, doing homework or reading a book from your list. tuesdays you helped madam pomfrey in the infirmary, healing minor injuries or filling up medicine cabinets. thursdays were reserved for your friends, playing card games or just spending time together in the common room, you always found something to do. 

fridays were flexible and you often decided what to do spontaneously. sometimes you did a little tutoring, on other fridays you helped madam pince sort through books and put them back where they belonged or you continued reading the book you had begun reading that week. saturdays and sundays were for remaining homework, hogsmeade visits and drafting letters to send back to your family on the start of the next week. 

"you're not being slick, you know that?"

it was a friday and you were putting away books, when theo kept lingering around you, like he had done that past week. 

"what?" he asked, looking up from the book in front of him, a confused tone to his voice, clearly trying to mask that he knew exactly what you were talking about.

"well, i was sure you knew stalking was considered a legal offence" you noted.

"stalking?" he repeated. "i'm not stalking you"

"now, you're not not stalking me, are you?" you send a tight-lipped smile in his direction. "i do admit that it might be a question of definition, though" 

"aren't you a bit full of yourself if you think i would be stalking you"

"that was offensive" you rolled your eyes "and i'm pretty sure i'm not imaging you turning up everywhere i went this past week. and considering i didn't know you until a few months ago, i'd say that you only started doing that recently"

"well, i didn't"

"okay, you didn't" your shrugged and turned back to the shelf, reaching for another row of books from the trolley beside you, before you pushed them in a row one after the other. 

theo furrowed his brows, surprised by you just letting him get away like that. he knew he wasn't being slick, hell, he even knew that he was behaving like a stalker. you weren't wrong in the slightest and theo felt a bit called out by your words. but on the other hand, you hadn't said anything about being opposed to the idea that he really did go everywhere you did.

you waved at him, before you pushed the trolley into the next row of shelves. it didn't take long for him to follow, already making a decision in his mind. 

"go out with me" 

if he had startled you, you didn't show it. you didn't even blink at his suggestion, rather ignoring him like he was a fly on the wall, as you continued reaching for books on the trolley.

theo pushed the trolley to the side and stepped into the empty space. the next time you tried to reach for a stack of books, you touched his chest instead. 

"you're still here, nott" you noted the obvious. 

theo had to admit that he was a tad bit unsettled by your ignorance. he wasn't sure if you really hadn't heard him or if you just ignored the question, because he had made you uncomfortable. 

"you know, normally stalkers don't look so scared" you smiled mischievously. 

"i'm not stalking you, but i can understand if my company made you uncomfortable and i apologize if i have gone too far"

"you're a bit weird, you know that?"

"this is a serious topic, y/n" 

you smiled at the honesty in his voice and sighed. "do you really think if you were making me uncomfortable or i was scared of you i would continue to speak to you?" 

"well, no—"

"i'm not a child, theodore nott, i can voice when i'm annoyed, but i respect your manners" you smiled "and if anyone follows me around like a lost puppy, i'm glad it's someone with at least a little intellect"

"little intellect?" theo repeated offended. 

"you might be smarter than i thought, but you're really bad at this" 

"i know" 

"well, would you now let me sort in the rest of these books? you're kind of in the way"

theo, nodded, the disappointment flashing over his features just like a wave of water. "i guess that's a no" 

you waited until he had stepped aside and pushed the trolley back in it's original position. your hands reached for the row of sherlock holmes books and you held them up at him like a trophy. "that means yes, obviously" 

theo spent exactly three days brainstroming what to do for your date. his friends tried their best at helping him, more than interested to finally hear something about the mysterious girl theo had been infuriated with these past weeks. 

"is she that hideous?" blaise asked on the third day of theo's hard thinking.

"what?" theo raised his brows, he had been too deep in thought to even hear his friend.

"blaise just asked if your girlfriend was hideous, i'd hit him if i were you" mattheo shrugged, stiring the pot. it had been a particular slow morning and he had to admit that it would be quiet entertaining to see blaise and theo fight each other. 

"five galleons on blaise" enzo added, before theo was able to say something. 

"have a little faith in him" pansy said next to theo. "he might not look like it, but the boy has a wicked right hook"

"this is just embarrassing" draco threw the newspaper down in front of him. 

"what?" pansy giggled "the newspaper or that theo and blaise are going to slap each other even more stupid"

"take a guess"

"guys" theo sighed, annoyance already taking over the worry that was bubbling inside him. "i'm not going to fight blaise and y/n is not my girlfriend"

"no yet" enzo wiggled his brows.

"y/n, huh?" mattheo said with a mischievous smile.

"oh god" all colour drained from theo's face. "please tell me the two of you didn't hook up with each other"

"close to it" mattheo shrugged. "she tended to my wounds in the infirmary once and i could tell she had the hots for me"

"wasn't she the one who said you had the charm of a troll and the brains to match?" blaise offered with a smirk.

enzo's mouth almost hit the table infront of him by how fast it flew open. "that was y/n?" he giggled.

theo had to smile. "that does sound like something she'd say"

"she sounds lovely" draco nodded sarcastically "but at least she never saw mattheo naked. that does make her at least a little likable"

"i already love her" pansy quickly said, before draco could continue his judging. "seems like she knows how to handle little annoyances" 

"i'm not a little annoyance"

"yeah" theo nodded "you're a quite big one, actually" 

theo couldn't tell what had led him to the idea for your date, but he had known in that moment what the both of you should do. 

"so hot chocolate was your huge idea?" you smiled as you sat down in the booth across from him, the server already putting down two mugs with steaming hot drinks in front of you. 

"i saw how your friends gave you their hot chocolate packages after dinner and figured this might be something you liked" he shrugged "and before you call me a stalker again, i'm just very attentive to those around me"

you giggled as the grandma at the table next to you send you a worried glance at theo's words.

"he's harmless" you laughed in a way to assure her. 

theo managed an awkward wave and the woman turned away quickly.

"well, it seems those around you are very attentive too" you giggled. 

"i'm sorry" theo tried to hide behind his mug, feeling a tad bit ashamed at the awkward encounter, but having to laugh at the same time. 

"don't be" you smiled honestly "rather tell me something i didn't already find out by snooping around"

"you snooped around?" theo exclaimed surprised. 

"i had to get even, after you found out everything about me" you shrugged "i met this lovely boy, i think he goes by the name enzo, who told me a whole lot about you"

"oh god, no" 

"quite interesting to hear about all those things from someone who has no interest in sleeping with me"

"what? i don't—“

"so you don't intend to sleep with me?" you smiled. "don't be ridiculous, theodore nott"

"i'm just not used to being this straightforward, admittedly"

you completely ignored the surprise swinging in his voice and went on with your story. "enzo did give me some exciting information and i wanted to talk about one thing in particular"

theo was ready to close his eyes and open them back up after you had screamed and left him sitting alone at the table. he had to admit that he wasn't particularly proud of his dating history (or lack of) before he met you and he was sure you weren't happy about that either. 

"before you say something" he interrupted you, before you were able to let the words slip past your lips. "i'm not like that anymore, i was young and not interested in a relationship and just wanted a bit of fun—"

"what are you talking about exactly?" you asked, a susprised smile on your face. 

"that wasn't what you wanted to talk about, was it?" theo asked and you shook your head giggling. 

"i mean, don't let me tell you what to talk about" you managed to say between your laughter. "we can talk about your previous hookups if that's something you'd like to discuss"

"i'd rather not" theo shook his head and his cheeks turned rosy. 

"fine" you smiled "now back to my question: how did you manage to play out that prank on professor binns in our third year?"

theo's features relaxed at the simple question and he smiled, recalling the memory. "so it all started with a ridiculous idea from mattheo and me getting roped into something stupid again"

you spent the rest of the night talking and ordering one hot chocolate after the other. there was not one second of awkward silence, even as theo brought you back to your common room. 

"i had a lot of fun tonight" theo smiled, hands sinking into the pockets of his trousers. 

you had admired how well dressed he was when he had come to get you in the afternoon. 

"me too" you said honestly. "i can't wait for the next one"

"so there will be a next one?" 

"don't be ridiculous, theodore nott" you smiled, before telling the password to the eagle ontop of the door. "of course there will a next one" you slipped into the common room and away from the smiling boy in front of it. 

"are they weirder than you?" 

the voice startled theo, as he was standing in front of the shelf in the library. he turned around, not surprised that it was you who had asked that question. you mostly started your conversations in the middle, without so much as a hello or some kind of warning. 

"what?" theo wasn't sure what else to ask.

"you friends of course" you shrugged, like that had been obvious "we've been together for a month and i've never even met them" 

"well, you have met them" theo corrected. "like in the hallways or during dinner" 

"you know what i mean, theodore" you rolled your eyes. "i don't think a grunting sound could be classified as me meeting someone"

"that's just blaise, honestly" theo muttered "but pansy waved to you during dinner more than three times now"

"theo" you pushed "either something is completely wrong with them or me and i'd like to know what it is, now" you sighed, before you added "just say if you're ashamed of me or something, i know i can be a bit rude to people i don't know"

"tesoro" theo sighed "i'm sorry that i let you think that. they're just annoying, that's all"

"and you thought they would scare me away?" you smiled, touching his cheeks with your hands. "you stalked me for weeks and i'm still dating you, aren't i?"

"that's never gonna be funny" he called after you, as you walked out of the library. "fine, breakfast at the slytherin table for you tomorrow" 

"aye, aye" 

"she's not hideous" was the first thing you heard when you sat down at the table the next morning. 

"well, you aren't either, zabini" you smiled, not even fazed by his assumption. "even though theo warned me about you" 

"burn!" enzo called, exchanging a high five with pansy. 

"i'm so glad we finally get to meet" pansy smiled. "i've just been waiting to have another girl around, it sometimes gets to much with all the testosterone"

"i don't know how you manage, honestly" you smiled.

to say theo's friends and you hit it off immediately would be an understatement. it took approximately ten minutes for you to become part of the group. enzo and you had been friends before, unlikely study partners, after you had helped him on a potions assignment once. pansy was ready to keep you by her side for the rest of the year and even blaise took a quick liking to you.

mattheo and draco were harder to break. mattheo, still having a pretty hurt ego about you turning him down the year before, was sure that you were just dating theo to get back at him for whatever reason and draco was just not interested to have any relationship past a simple hello and goodbye. 

you didn't mind their antics, even if theo repeatedly apologized for it. 

yours and theo’s relationship lasted for exactly two years. theo broke up with you one day after your anniversary.

the break up was painful, the fight that followed even more and still, you held him that evening, both of you understanding the severity of your situation and the war that was waiting to happen.

“theo” you cried, rushing through the ruins of the courtyard just months later. 

you had been on different sides after all. you had followed harry potter into the war and theo had been bound to his father and to the promise the man had given to the dark lord. just like draco, mattheo, pansy, blaise and enzo. 

your friends had gotten lost in the fight and despite not being supposed to, you were desperately screaming for them. 

you ran back into the castle, not having found theo outside. you send curses at the death eaters that tried approaching you, having more luck than an actual plan. you were simply determined to find him. 

you were thrown down to the ground as the doors of the room of requirement suddenly appeared and flew open. just as quickly as they had opened, they closed again, spitting out people in the procress, before the fire was tamed behind the doors. 

harry potter, hermione granger and ron weasley were standing up from the ground slowly, black powder darkening their cheeks and clothes. 

it took a moment for you to realize who the other two people were, as you quickly got up from the ground. 

draco was breathing just as heavily as blaise was, both trying to fill their lungs with air. 

“oh god” you mumbled, before you finally started moving, your legs guiding you into the direction of your friends, falling into their arms and pressing them close to you. “i’m sorry, i’m so sorry” you cried. 

blaise and draco held onto you just as tight, not being able to let you go as they cried into your hair.

“be honest, draco” you said when you broke the hug, completely ignoring the trio next to you. 

“theo” draco muttered, knowing what you were talking about immediately. blaise and him exchanged a look. 

“is he dead?” you asked, heartbreak already burning in your limbs and throat. you were ready to mourn, ready to lose your life just like him. he had died for the wrong cause, but you hoped, heart heavy in your chest, that death was more forgiving than his life had been. 

“we don’t know” blaise finally said. “we got seperated in the halls, theo—he was looking for you i think”

“i have to find him” you muttered, touching each hand of the boys in front of you. “stay safe” you kissed both of their cheeks, before you turned on your heel, running down the corridor opposite of where you had come from. 

“theo!” you called once more, running up the stairs and through various hallways, hopeless to ever receive an answer.

“y/n” a voice called and you almost crumbled from the surprise it reached you with. hope was hard to keep and you had thought, really thought, that he was dead. 

theo wasn’t dead, but close to it. he was laying on the ground, his back against the wall, while the rest of his body was bathing in his own blood. his cheeks were empty of any colour, lips dry and almost blue as he looked up at you with tired eyes. 

“oh god” you muttered in shock, slipping onto the ground beside him, your uniform soaking up the blood like it was water in the lake. your hands touched his chest and the big glass shard that was stuck inside of it. theo hissed in pain. “sorry, sorry” you whispered. 

“they surprised me as i came down the corridor” he explained. “i was looking for you”

“you found me now” you whispered once more. 

“i don’t think they meant to do this” sweat dripped from his forehead. “they were kids, not older than fourteen, but they left and they took my wand”

“oh god” you repeated as you shook your head, holding his face in your blood soaked hands and kissing his lips softly.

“i thought you were dead” tears slipped over his cheeks and you shook your head crying. 

“i’m gonna help you” you said quickly, before reaching for your wand and using it’s magic to extract the glass from theo’s body. he was winding on the ground, the pain probably unbearable. but you had to do this in order to help him. he would heal, he would survive and that was all that mattered to you in this moment. 

“i don’t want to fight” theo cried “not for them, not against you” 

“i know, my love, i know”

the healing had begun, slowly but surely his wound closed up, only leaving behind the blood around you and the worry on your face.

“come on” you said, as soon as he looked less pale. you took his hand and he followed you through the corridors of the castle, standing next to you when you had to fight death eaters, even beginning to send curses himself. 

“you don’t have to fight, theo” you called over the loudness of the fight. “confringo! i don’t want you to fight against him” 

“i’m not leaving you” theo called back, his voice nearly drowned out by the deatheater across from him, who was screaming curses and uttering threats about theo’s betrayal at the same time. “he doesn’t mean anything to me”

“what?” you send the deatheater flying against the wall, effectively knocking him out. your wand was now facing theo's death eater too.

“i don’t care for my father” theo said, before he too send the man flying. “i only care for you and your well being”

you made sure it was safe, before you pulled him in and kissed him so passionately that you almost forgot you had ever been apart. “don’t ever let me go again, theodore nott” 

“i wouldn’t dare, y/n l/n” 

you took his hand, walking back into the entrance hall, looking if you were needed anywhere. that’s when you saw them coming over the bridge. 

“he’s here” you said, pushing theo behind you if there was really anything you could do to save him. “he’s—“ you paused, as the both of you walked closer up behind the rows of people already standing in the courtyard.

“harry…?” your voice was quiet, as you adressed the boy you had put all your hope in. someone you hadn’t known well, not well enough to be on first name basis, but what did it matter now that he was. what was he?

“harry potter is dead!” voldemort announced loudly, while the deatheaters broke into laughter. 

ginny weasley dashed forward with a heartbreaking scream. “no! no!”

“stupid girl! harry potter is dead, from this day forth you put your faith in me” you looked down onto the ground in front of you and then back at theo, who looked like he was being painfully tortured by voldemorts words. he too had set his hope into harry.

“it’s done” you said softly. “the war is over”

“we lost”

“harry potter is dead!” voldemort repeated once more “and now is the time to declare youself. come forward and join us.. or die”

your ears were drenched out by the wailing sound in your head. it was loud that you missed everything neville said. you pressed your eyes close, wishing to be anywhere else. to be free from this destiny, but you knew you could never just leave. you wouldn’t be able to leave all these people behind. 

it was theo‘s voice that woke you from your half sleeping state. the word he muttered was foreign on his tongue, but ignited a flame inside of you immediately. 

“harry”

your eyes snapped open like a gun shot had rung through the air. but it wasn’t the sound of a gun. it was harry potter, who was running and firing spells at voldemort. you just had seconds to react, before the fight broke out again, no end in sight. 

you had never thought to be happy that a war continued.

but continuation meant that you hadn’t lost yet. there was a chance to win as long as harry potter was alive. 

when voldemort finally dies, it’s nothing like you ever imagined. he bursts into the air, pieces by pieces disappearing until only his wand is left. 

the deatheater in front of you let’s his wand fall to the ground and you don’t have any interest to finish the job as you sank into theo‘s arms. content is flashing through your body and immediate tiredness is dragging you down. theo holds you as all your weight crashes against him. 

you‘re tired of fighting and of war and death and fear. there is nothing in your head, apart from the thought that you will never have to endure all of that again.

theo and you went away after the war.

you travelled europe for a year, before you came back to hogwarts to finish the school year you were still missing. 

theo got a job at the ministry, you started working at hogwarts. he proposed to you the day that you signed the contract. 

your wedding was beautiful. pansy and luna were your bridesmaids. draco and mattheo were theo‘s groomsmen. all of your friends were there. you had even invited the golden trio, it was only thanks to them that the both of you were still alive and able to celebrate your connection.

“you lost your bow again, robin!” theo picked up the little pink bow and clipped it to his suit, knowing that your daughter was way too busy to even hear him call for her. 

“maybe you should just give up” you suggested, picking up luke who was softly hitting your leg, seemingly tired of walking. 

“but she looks so cute with it!” theo protested, the disappointment sipping from his voice as he pushed the trolley through the wall. 

“it‘s no use if she always loses them” you shrugged. “what is it? like the tenth one you’ve gotten her in the past month alone? just wait until she’s older, love”

theo sighed, but nodded at your suggestion. 

“grace, robin” you called, looking around the people in front of you to spot your girls. 

“well, lucky you’ve got me” mattheo popped up next to you, robin in his arms, as he threw a wink in your direction. 

“why are you even here, mate?” theo asked annoyed “you didn’t have any children the last time i checked”

“well, theres still a few women we’re not a hundred percent sure about yet” pansy joked as she appeared in front of you. “hey sweetheart” she kissed your cheek, before she took luke out of your arms. 

“haha” mattheo rolled his eyes. “i was just accompanying my nieces and nephew’s like a good godfather and uncle should do”

“nope” theo shook his head. “you’re still not grace’s godfather, one daughter of mine has to be enough, riddle” 

“yeah, yeah” mattheo shook his head, clearly not caring about anything theo said “we’ll get there eventually”

“no, we won’t, that’s the point—“ 

“hello nott” blaise greeted, draco following, scorpius and grace behind him. you sighed in relief, glad you daughter had not gotten lost.

“blaise” theo nodded, while you went around the trolley, hugging both men. 

“amazing style choice” blaise pointed against his chest and theo's eyes fell down on his own chest, having completely forgotten about the bow he had pinned there. “looks great on you, mate”

“it’s robin’s”

“sure, keep telling yourself that” blaise said with a sarcastic smile “i heard denial is a river in egypt, y/n”

you giggled, but promptly stopped when theo elbowed you. “you’re my wife. mine” he muttered between clenched teeth, but clearly joking. 

draco took a look on his watch. “there are places we have to be, aren’t there?” he set a hand on both scorpius’ and grace’s shoulder, who were talking to each other excitedly.

“of course” you nodded, following your friends to the platform and hugging your daughter so close, as if that might make her leaving a little less hard. “stay with scorpius, sweetheart. stick together, the both of you” you advised. 

“i think isaac was trying to safe a department for the three of you” blaise told you daughter, who smiled gratefully. 

“yes, mum” grace nodded, before you swapped places with theo, who was already crying. 

“write to me every week, honey!” he declared. “stay far away from professor trewlaney and close to your mother as soon as she’s back at work”

“theo” you shook your head “she should have space to develop” you watched grace and scorpius board the train, waving as it slowly left the station.

“i’ve seen people develop at hogwarts!” he shook his head “it lead to a pregnancy in your case, tesoro”

blaise and draco choked on their spit simultaneously.

“that was after i became a teacher and you know it, dear husband”

mattheo held robin away from him, to take her in fully. “were you made there too?” he muttered, more to himself than anyone in particular.

“mattheo!” draco, pansy and you scolded loudly. 

“hey guys!” enzo appeared behind you suddenly, startling all of you. “oh no, they’re already off, aren’t they?” 

you nodded sadly, feeling sorry for the poor bloke who couldn’t arrive on time if his life depended on it.

“half an hour too late” draco exclaimed with a look at his watch. “as always”

“well you know the traffic is being a bitch” enzo slapped a hand to his mouth, before he took a quick look at evie next to him. “sorry, love. well everything’s been a b-word since jacky started forcing me to use muggle transportation.”

“i do not envy you one bit” mattheo shrugged.

“well, evie” enzo shrugged “the train is gone, but i hear that the weasleys have this super cool car, that—“

“no!” you shook your head, taking the little girls hand in yours. “i’ll take her!” 

“so get-together at yours or what, nott?” mattheo asked “gonna have to know which of your kids were conceived in hogwarts” 

“mattheo!” all of you scolded at the same time.

[incorrectquotesharrypotterv]

Hermione: If I fall…

Ron: I’ll be there to catch you.

Fred: *looks at George* What if I fall?

George: Then I’ll fall with you, never leaving your side.

Harry: *watches these two interactions*

Harry, to Y/n: And if I fall?

Y/n: I’ll be the one who pushed you.

[7s3ven]

THE IDEA OF US. theodore nott

( master list )

IN WHICH… the saddest thing in a relationship is knowing you met the wrong person at the wrong time yet you still can’t let them go.

“She’ll be the best you ever had if you let her. I know it’s for the better.”

A/N : This took me at least a week to right, omg

Warnings : toxic relationship, swearing, ed (eating d1sorder) mentioned, mental illness, mentions of sex, dirty jokes, making out, y/n and theo are both bitches, vulgar language, angst

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Y/N L/N and Theodore Nott had been good friends for years. And their families had known each other for much longer. Since childhood, the two had been attached at the hip and nothing changed when they were accepted into Hogwarts.

“Y/N.” Theo called out, jogging to catch up with the girl. She turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow.

“No, you can’t copy my answers, Theo. I told you to do the homework yourself.”

Theo sheepishly smiled. The day he was supposed to be studying, he was at a party. Y/N was there too, though she had already completed all her assignments and could drink without a care. Y/N had always been the better at academics out of the two.

“Change of topic, are you going to the Malfoy ball?” Theo asked. Y/N almost scoffed. She had no choice and neither did he. If their parents were going, they had to as well.

“Duh. What’s the color of your suit?”

“Dark blue. Apparently I look better in navy according to my mother.”

“Debatable.” Y/N hummed.

“Your dress?”

“Also dark blue. Matching. Again.” Y/N sarcastically smiled.

They seemed to coincidentally match for every important event; this was the fifth time. Y/N wasn’t sure if it was accidental anymore considering their mothers always chose their clothes for these events.

Theo chuckled, “I think our parents are up to something.”

“You just noticed?”

“Well, sorry I don’t pay that much attention to people like you.”

“Yeah, you’re too busy undressing girls with your eyes to notice.”

“The only girl I’m undressing is you and I don’t need my eyes for it. My hands can do that for me.” Theo smugly smirked while Y/N’s face scrunched up in disgust. She pushed him, causing the brunette to crash into a nearby stone wall. He winced, which amused Y/N.

“Think twice before you try and get me in bed, Nott.”

Theodore Nott was a handsome fellow with his slightly curled hair, messy tie, and the smell of cigarettes blending in with his strong cologne. As embarrassing as it was to admit, Y/N wasn’t opposed to the idea of kissing him. He was attractive after all but still her best friend. It was never a good idea to date someone you saw every day because once you broke up, it became too awkward to bear.

That wasn’t the only reason. The main reason were Theo’s eyes. His gaze was constantly bored and dead, even when he was around beautiful girls. He never showed emotion apart from the smug smirk Y/N liked to wipe off his face. If she dated him, would he still he bored? Showing appreciation was never his strong point.

Theo slung his arm around Y/N’s shoulders. “I was thinking that since you don’t like potions and I don’t either, we could take a little detour. Sneak in a cig or two. Maybe even some forbidden romance.”

For two years, Theo had been playfully flirting with Y/N. Nobody batted an eye, already assuming that the pair had something going on. Y/N could still remember the first terrible pickup line Theo had used on her after the Christmas break.

Y/N was walking down the steps that led to the girls’ dorms. She adjusted her tie so it wasn’t choking her to death. Her blouse and skirt were a size too small because she, or rather her parents, had forgotten to order a new uniform.

She spotted her usual friend group consisting of the highest-ranking Slytherins all perched upon the couches next to the fireplace. As she waltzed towards them, Theo lifted his head and for a moment, Y/N swore there was a flash of emotion before it disappeared.

“Matt, have you seen Pansy? She wasn’t in the dorm when I woke up.” Y/N placed a hand on Matteo’s shoulder like she always did. He turned to look at her, startled.

“Y/N, I didn’t even recognise you.”

“Seriously, Matt?”

“What? You’ve changed a lot!”

“My boobs just got bigger.”

Matteo’s eyes flickered down before he nodded. “Yeah, I can see that.”

Theo leaned over to smack Matteo’s head. “Stop staring at her chest, you idiot.” As always, he came to Y/N’s rescue, even when she didn’t exactly need it.

“Matteo was right, though.” Theo piped up as he walked Y/N to class. “You have changed.” He heard her laugh. “I’m serious. It’s the way you carry yourself, not just your face.”

Theo was her best friend but he had never been so… gentle with her. He fanned his face with his hand, loudly exhaling. “Is it hot in here or is it just you?”

It took Y/N a moment to realise what he was implying. She stared at him, unamused. “Never talk to me again.”

“I’ll take you up on that cigarette offer.” Y/N uttered, “But not the romance. Stay six meters away from me.”

That’s how Y/N and Theo ended up in the latter’s room, sharing one of Matteo’s cigarettes and laughing.

“Okay, but seriously. How many cloaks do you think Snape has in his wardrobe.” Y/N asked as she took the thin blunt from Theo.

He blew out a cloud of smoke. “He changes? I thought he lived in one.” An amused grin spread across the Slytherin’s face. “How many students do you think have accidentally patted Mcgonagall thinking she was a normal cat?”

“Plenty, I’m sure.” Y/N turned her head, almost jolting when her nose brushed Theo’s. “Ew, why are you so close?” She said it teasingly, grinning at her friend who was strangely silent.

“Sorry.” He whispered.

In all honesty, Theo wasn’t having much luck containing the thought of kissing Y/N either. The first few years of school were purely platonic but once everybody started to grow up, Theo found himself in an unusual predicament; he had feelings for his best friend.

“If you want to kiss me, you could’ve just said so.” It was another playful jab at Theo but with all the smoke rushing to his head, he took it literally. Y/N didn’t expect him to grab her by the chin, forcefully pushing his lips against hers like he had been starved of kissing, which she knew wasn’t true. She had seen Theo kissing a brunette girl at a party weeks ago. Yet he hadn’t kissed her with such passion.

Theo was the first to pull away, his chest heaving up and down. Y/N remained still. She parted her lips to say something but no word rolled off her tongue.

“Theo.” She finally said. “What was that?”

“I thought you were being serious.” He was still unbearably close, his strong cologne washing over Y/N and clouding her senses. “We don’t have to talk about it… but I needed it. Let me have this, Y/N.”

She had never heard Theo beg. It sparked a fire of warmth in her chest. “Ask nicely.” She muttered. Theo paused for a short moment before he thickly swallowed.

“Please.”

The moment the word slipped past his lips in such a delicate way, Y/N leaned forward. Theo tilted his head back as their lips met once more, hands clumsily trailing over each other’s bodies and holding their breaths to make the kiss last longer.

Theo felt ashamed that he was kissing his friend but in the moment, that was the last thing on his mind. All he could focus on was Y/N. She was practically on top of him, easily taking control while he was reduced to putty.

Y/N with her perfect hair and untainted uniform.

Y/N with her chuckles of amusement at Theo’s reactions.

She was all that occupied his mind. He repeated her name in his head like a mantra, never stopping until they were wrapped and tangled in his bed sheets.

They never spoke of that particular day but a new spark had been born; one that consumed both their lives. Everybody noticed the not-so-secretive looks Theo sent Y/N and the small shared smiles in between classes. Like old times, Theo never left Y/N’s side. He paid no attention to other girls, not when his arm was wrapped around Y/N as she laughed with Pansy and made fun of Matteo. And despite the pair silently vowing the incident where they ended up in Theo’s bed together would not occur a second time, it always happened again.

The holidays finally arrived and the pinochle event of the wizarding world was finally drawing in; the Malfoy ball.

“Where’s Y/N?” Pansy was the last of the group to arrive at the manor, holding a bag that contained her dress and her extensive collection of makeup.

“Coming later.” Theo said, running a hand through his hair.

The whole group had decided to meet at the Malfoy Manor to get ready. Everybody but Y/N. This wasn’t unusual behaviour for her; she always stated how she worked better alone. Theo almost laughed at the memory of how she’d always refuse to do group work.

“How do you know that?” Draco piped up.

Theo casually shrugged as if he hadn’t spent two hours with Y/N. “I saw her on my way. She’ll probably arrive when the event starts.”

Pansy pouted. “I wanted her to help me with my dress.”

“I’ll help.” Draco said a little too quickly. Matteo and Lorenzo snickered together, playing kicking kissing faces at the platinum blond.

“Oh, shut up you morons.” Draco hissed as he followed Pansy to the bathroom to help her. As soon as he was gone, Lorenzo and Matteo chose Theo as their new victim.

“So, I couldn’t help but notice a little romance thing going on between you and a certain H/C-nette.” Matteo coolly uttered, resting an arm on Theo’s shoulder.

Lorenzo subtly rolled his eyes. “Who hasn’t noticed? It’s quite obvious.”

“There’s nothing going on between us.” Theo muttered, adjusting his tie.

“Yeah. That bracelet on your arm says otherwise.” Matteo fired back. Theo almost started cursing at him. He had forgotten how he jokingly slid on one of Y/N’s bracelets. To make matters worse, not only were her initials carved into the silver but so was her full name.

“Coincidence.” Theo grumbled, quickly pocketing the bracelet.

“What about you two always sneaking off? You love staying at parties until the end but lately, you’ve been disappearing. Into rooms. With you-know-who.” Lorenzo was ganging up on Theo as well, much to his annoyance.

“I’m not fucking Matteo’s dad.” Theo retorted.

“When I said you-know-who, I meant Y/N!”

“I know! It was a joke, Enzo!” Theo huffed, his gaze darting back to the large mirror in front of him.

“We hear you, by the way.” Matteo whispered. “The walls are thin and we have to hang out in Blaise’s dorm when the door is closed because we know what’s happening.”

“Oh, please. Please. Yes, right there.” Lorenzo mocked, copying the noises he had heard mere days ago. Theo’s cheeks flushed red.

“That’s not me.” He was already losing to Matteo and Lorenzo’s little game but he stood firm.

“Hm. Right.” Matteo didn’t believe his friend’s words for one second. “Well, I better get dressed. Guests will be arriving soon. Can’t wait to see your little principessa or whatever you call her in bed.” He walked off, cackling like a hyena. Only Lorenzo was left.

“Just confess to her, dude. She probably feels the same way.” Lorenzo matted Theo’s back before he followed after Matteo, needing to get dressed as well.

Theo found himself alone in the glittering ballroom, still waiting for his late companions. He swirled the champagne around in his glass in boredom, almost wanting to spill it on someone to watch their reaction.

“All by yourself, Nott?”

Theo didn’t waste any time in spinning around. “Y/N.” He stated. She was staring up at him, focused on his eyes like she always was. Sometimes Theo wondered if he could see the slight joy in his gaze whenever she was around.

“Where are the others?” She questioned.

“I’m not sure. Right now, it’s just me.”

Y/N smiled. “That’s good because I was looking forward to spending more time with you.” As if they didn’t spend enough time together as they were.

“Isn’t it funny how our mothers dressed us up in not only the same color, but the same shade, as well?” Theo grinned. “Same fabric too. Are they trying to tell us something?”

“What? That we should date?”

Theo deeply hummed. “I wouldn’t be opposed to it.” He placed his glass on a nearby table, his attention focused solely on Y/N. “The party’s just started so let’s find a way to pass the time.”

Y/N grasped his tie, pulling him forward. “You’re on, Nott.”

They found themselves in a dark and crowded room filled with old antiques. Theo harshly kissed Y/N, tightly gripping her waist. In the midst of the heated moment, three words that Y/N dreaded accidentally slipped past her lips.

“I love you.” She froze, realising what she had said out of impulse.

“That’s too bad.” Theo joked but his words still made her heart sink and she felt numb in the actions that followed their kisses.

Nobody was shocked when they returned to Hogwarts to find that Y/N, who never liked anyone, and Theo, who only engaged in casual relationships, were dating. It was expected because they hardly spent any time apart, which made room for romantic feelings.

Theo knocked on Y/N’s dorm door. Somehow, he had found a way past the charm placed on the stairs. “Hey, the Ravenclaws are having a party. Wanna go? The whole gang is going.” He stepped into her room that she shared with Pansy and two other Slytherin girls.

Y/N was sitting on a desk pushed into the corner next to a window, overlooking the scenery. “Don’t feel like it.” She muttered, busy writing an essay for who knows what. Theo faltered.

“Are you sure? Otherwise I’ll go with Mel.”

Y/N paused and she slowly glanced over her shoulder. “Mel?” She raised her eyebrows in a condescending way. “Who’s that?”

“One of Pansy’s friends but she’s cool. She’s the one who invited us anyway.”

“Okay.” Y/N turned back to her work without uttering another word, leaving Theo frustrated.

“Why are you mad?” He questioned, taking a step forward.

“I’m not.” The monotone sound of Y/N’s voice made it clear that she was. “You can go to the party, I don’t care.”

“I wasn’t asking for your permission.”

“And I wasn’t asking you to bring up another girl.”

Theo clenched his jaw. Y/N had been in a jealous state for over a week. Every time Theo simply accidentally glanced at another girl, she grew mad.

He spun Y/N’s chair around, firmly placing his hands on her shoulders so she couldn’t shove him away. He could smell her expensive body lotion and perfume as it washed over him. “What the fuck is going on with you?” He seethed, “You’ve been like this all week. I don’t fucking know what you want, Y/N.”

“I want you to stop paying attention to other girls. Easy.” She shrugged.

“Maybe I wouldn’t need to look at other girls if you were more laid-back.” The biting words rolled off Theo’s tongue before he could stop them. Annoyance clouded his brain but he knew he’d come to regret it when he saw that glint of anger in Y/N’s eyes.

“I’m asking for the bare minimum, Theo.”

He didn’t even know what she was asking at this point.

Y/N clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes like she always did. “Go to the party, see if I care. Maybe Mel is more laidback than me.”

With a strong push, Y/N shoved Theo back. She walked into the bathroom, slamming the door shut. Theo stood in the same spot for a moment, trying to register what had happened. He heard the faint sound of the bath water running; Y/N always had relaxing baths when she was stressed.

“Come to the party if you change your mind.” Theo called out in a futile attempt to make amends. All he got in reply was a loud hum.

Theo wasn’t too sure when their relationship went downhill. It was great for a while in the honeymoon phase until the arguments started.

Theo would scream at Y/N for not eating so she could use that time to study until her nose bled and she passed out from exhaustion.

Y/N would accuse Theo of cheating because he spent about as much time with other girls as he did with Y/N and his friends. It wasn’t his fault he was a heartthrob.

After every fight, they made peace and promised not to let their mistakes happen again. But they always did because history repeats itself until you learn from it. Perhaps Theo and Y/N were like two puzzle pieces that didn’t exactly match but you forced them to anyway.

“Theo.” Mel’s hand brushed his shoulder as she handed him a dark bottle of beer. “What’s on your mind?”

Mel smelled like roses and sweet strawberries while Y/N’s perfume was always addictive and deep. They were complete opposites but Theo had always preferred Y/N’s.

“Y/N.” Theo grumbled, taking a gulp from the bottle.

“She’s always causing problems.” It was not Mel’s place to say such a thing but she wasn’t wrong.

“I don’t know. She’s been so paranoid and it’s just rubbing me the wrong way. She gets mad at me every five minutes, even for shit I don’t do. She’ll blame Matteo’s tricks on me.”

Mel shifted closer to Theo, their hands accidentally brushing. She smiled. “You’ve told me about all this before. Why don’t you just break up?”

Theo almost wanted to laugh. Him? Break up with Y/N? She was a L/N, a prestigious family that stood above everybody else. He’d need to have a death wish to leave her. The only way he could get out unscathed was if Y/N broke up with him or if it was mutual.

Mel’s finger trailed up his thigh and despite Theo giving her a look to stop, he didn’t grasp her wrist.

His stomach sank in dread as someone behind him cleared their throat. “Is “one of Pansy’s friends” now code for a new fuck buddy?” Y/N leaned over, her warm breath hitting Theo’s neck. He could feel the anger radiating off her. “Nice one, Nott. You almost had me convinced you’d settled down.”

Theo was up in a heartbeat, practically pushing Mel away from him. He raced after Y/N, who had already exited the Ravenclaw common room. She was now quickly pacing through the dimly lit corridors, no particular location in mind.

“Y/N! Wait up!” Theo shouted, his voice echoing. He was expecting Y/N to speed up but instead, she spun around and grabbed him by the collar.

“What were you doing with her, huh?” Y/N hissed, “Just because you’ve finally tied me down doesn’t mean you can go and not put effort into this relationship!”

“I was only talking to her!”

“Well, it didn’t look purely platonic! Her hand was on your thigh and you didn’t even stop her!”

“That’s just the way girls are with me! What am I supposed to do, huh? You can’t ban me from talking to other people!”

Y/N shoved Theo, “You are so frustrating! You never take anything seriously!”

“And you take everything too literally. I was just talking to her! Nothing else!”

“She looked like she wanted to fucking kiss you! And she was probably going to!”

“Everybody wants to kiss me! Where’s the problem in that, huh?! You kiss me!”

“The problem is you have a fucking girlfriend!”

“You’re the one always talking to other guys like some…” Theo spluttered, tripping over his own words in search of a retort. “Some sort of slut!” As always, he immediately regretted his words. Y/N’s face morphed into a look of fury.

“I have been loyal from day one!” She screeched, “The thought of cheating has never crossed my mind so don’t you dare call me a slut when you know the only person here willing to cheat would be you!”

Y/N and Theo stared at each other, panting heavily. “Fuck you.” Theo whispered.

“Why don’t you go back to the party and fuck Mel instead, huh?” Y/N wittily snapped back. The last of Theo’s calmness finally broke and he grabbed Y/N by the shoulder, shoving her into an empty classroom and locking the door behind him.

“Mel is only a friend. She’s not my girlfriend, you are. I have never thought of cheating either and the fact you accuse me of it is preposterous.”

“Using big words now, are you?” Even in a locked room with someone who could easily throw her out the window, Y/N was making annoyingly smart remarks.

Theo spoke again, only it wasn’t in English. He angrily spoke in full Italian, yelling at her. Y/N had learnt a few words for his sake but she found it hard to keep up.

The fast words slipped past Theo’s lips and he paused, waiting for Y/N to answer as if she actually understood him. She awkwardly smiled. “Uh… Sì?”

“At least you know that word. Mel doesn’t know any Italian so who’s the better one between you two, huh? I’ll give you a hint. I like girls who attempt to learn my language.”

“So get Mel to learn it.”

“I love you, not her.” Theo insisted.

“It’s too late for that.”

Theo let out a quiet sigh as Y/N unlocked the door. She paused, waiting for him to call out for her again. He didn’t.

“Have fun.” She grumbled.

Theo ran his tongue over his teeth before he grabbed Y/N’s shoulder. “Every time we argue, we don’t try to resolve it. So we��re going to work it out right here, right now.”

“Don’t you have a girl to get back to?” Y/N sneered.

“See, that’s your problem. You’re insecure.”

Y/N scoffed, folding her arms over her chest. She wasn’t insecure; she was far from it. She was the most confident girl in the year.

“You get paranoid every time I talk to a girl. You’re controlling and you’re always accusing me of shit I would never do.”

“You cheated on your first girlfriend.” Y/N piped up, making Theo freeze. “What? You didn’t think I’d find out? Once a cheater, always a cheater, Nott.”

“So why’d you date me, huh?”

“You aren’t even going to defend yourself? I thought you were different because you were my friend. I thought you finally grew up but I don’t think you have. My problem is paranoia, yours is cheating. And don’t get me fucking started on the drinking and smoking.”

Theo clenched his jaw. “You wanna play that game, prissy princess? Okay. You have more than one problem. In fact, you have too many to count. You’re fucked in the head, narcissistic, you can’t fucking eat properly, and you think everybody likes you when in reality, we’re all waiting for your downfall. You aren’t as popular as you think. And the damn studying. You study so much that you get sick! Physically and mentally sick! You’re just setting yourself up for failure!”

“I warned you.” Y/N whispered, harshly poking Theo’s chest. “I warned you about me! I warned you about the mental issues, the eating disorders, the problems that will start showing! And like everybody else, you said “it’s fine, I’ll be able to handle it”. Then like everybody else, you want to back away the moment I show negative signs! Do you think I like being like this? Depressed, anxious, paranoid, starving, and barely able to eat?! Do you think I fucking like going to therapy?!”

“You may as well go to more sessions because you aren’t getting any better.”

“You’re an ass, Nott.”

“And you’re a bitch.”

“Did we resolve the issue like you wanted? Because if so, I’d like to return to my dorm so I can watch a movie with a love interest who isn’t a complete jerk and only thinks with his dick.” As always, Y/N was the first to storm off.

“You love my dick!” Theo shouted after her.

“Fuck you!” She pointed the middle finger at him without turning out.

Theo shoved his hands into his deep pockets, clicking his tongue. “Fuck.” He ran a hand through his hair, hoping it would fix his pounding headache. “I need a cigarette.”

Theo didn’t attend his classes the next day. And, by the looks of it and the remarks from Pansy, neither did Y/N. He stumbled across her in the astronomy tower, smoking one of her reserved cigarettes.

“You beat me to my spot.” Theo grunted, cautiously taking a seat beside Y/N. She didn’t shove him away. She only slowly blinked and nodded.

“You should go to potions.” She muttered, smoke seeping past her teeth.

They were both numb from their previous argument, too tired to fight again. Theo had stayed up all night, replaying Y/N’s words in his head and scolding himself. Y/N wasn’t any better. Pansy slipped her some vodka from the party and the events that followed after were hazed history.

“How’s Mel?” Y/N couldn’t stop herself from being snarky. She heard Theo scoff.

“Fuck, you can’t stop bringing her up for even five minutes?”

There were no apologies in their relationship. Perhaps they learn it from their parents who, every time they’d argue, would gift them with lavish gifts instead of saying sorry.

“Why should I? You can’t stop calling me a slut.”

“It was one time.”

An awkward silence settled between the pair before Theo drew in a heavy breath.

“I love you…” He muttered. Y/N thickly swallowed, blowing out another mouthful of smoke.

“If you loved me, we wouldn’t be doing this. We wouldn’t be going back and forth, continuously fighting and trying to one up each other. We wouldn’t be trying so hard to make this work when we know it’s going to fail.”

A pit settled in Theo’s stomach. “Are you… breaking up with me?” The sadness in Y/N’s eyes made it apparent.

“Face it, Theo, we aren’t a good match. The only other reason we got this far is because of our parents. Our parents wanted us to never friends, our parents wanted us to date, our parents want us to get married. What about what we want? What happens if we do get married? It’ll crash and burn. We don’t work. No matter how hard we try, we will never work.”

“But… I love you.”

Y/N shook her head, “That’s not enough this time.”

The sudden realisation that Theo was losing Y/N caused him to cup her face, pressing his forehead against his.

“There’s a difference between loving the idea of someone and actually loving them.” Y/N mumbled, “Us? We love the idea of each other. We are constantly stuck on the “what ifs” of our relationship? The possibilities. We are so obsessed with this relationship because we created a different version of each other in our heads when in reality, those version of us will never be true.”

Theo rested his head on Y/N’s shoulder. He knew she was only telling the truth but it still hurt. Maybe Y/N was the right person for him or maybe she wasn’t; all he knew was that they met at the wrong time.

“I love you too, Theo, but we have a problem even saying those simple words.”

Their breakup was inevitable once the arguments started. It was only a matter of time before the fighting became too frequent to ignore.

“So… this is it?” Theo muttered. “We’re finally breaking up?”

“We had a good run, Theo.” Y/N uttered, fiddling with her cigarette. She handed it to Theo, slightly smiling. “See you around… I guess.”

“You’re just… walking away?” Theo himself was cold sometimes but he didn’t expect it from Y/N. It was finally clear why she had been placed in Slytherin instead of Ravenclaw; she was as heartless as her friends.

“If I don’t walk away, Nott, then I’ll keep holding on when I know I need to let go.”

Nott. Y/N always called him that when she was angry or teasing him. She didn’t look angry this time, only sad. They’d see each other at meals for sure but it would never be the same because they’d no longer be holding hands under the table.

“See you at dinner.” Y/N said, her voice a hushed mutter. She feared that if she spoke any louder, Theo would hear her voice break and notice her glassy eyes.

“Yeah… see you.” Theo watched as Y/N walked off with no intention of chasing after her. He wanted to and it took all his power to fight the urges to hold her back. This was for the best. Theo knew he’d have to let go of Y/N eventually so that both of them could pursue a healthier relationship in the far future.

He’d always be thinking of her, though, day and night. He knew it’d be the same for Y/N because despite everything that had happened between them, they were still each other’s first loves.

Theo glanced down at the cigarette he held in his hand. He could see Y/N’s lipstick stain imprinted on it, the last reminder of the kisses they shared before it all burned down.

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[nocturnal-lemonaade]

harry potter au where potions is taught by Gordon Ramsey

"YOUR DRAUGHT OF LIVING DEATH COULDN'T KILL A FRUIT FLY"

"YOU PUT SO MUCH GINGER IN THAT POTION IT TASTES LIKE A WEASLEY"

[sativariddle]

ravenclaw!reader who . . .

ravenclaw!reader who. . . HATES waking up so early for class but she has to do it if she wants to jump right into her study’s without any distractions.

ravenclaw!reader who . . . HATES being even a minute late to class and always keeps her schedule tidy.

ravenclaw!reader who . . . HATES walking into Professor Slughorn's class and immediately spotting two couples huddled up in a corner, talking quietly to each other.

ravenclaw!reader who . . . HATES the thought of intimacy more than she can imagine; the thought of being so vulnerable terrifies her.

ravenclaw!reader who . . . HATES being touched— like hugging, holding hands, or kissing.

ravenclaw!reader who . . . HATES being asked if she's okay. can't you just tell by the look on her face that she isn't?

ravenclaw!reader who . . . HATES when asked if she has a boyfriend during the holidays. ‘me? a boyfriend?’ she laughed through her teeth. ‘never.’ she’d finish the conversation off.

ravenclaw!reader who . . . HATES when people are rude to others for no reason, just because they're low-life jerks.

ravenclaw!reader who . . . HATES when people cheat off her work. she understands why they might, since not everyone has her brains, but it annoys her when they hover over her paper. she glares at them when she notices.

ravenclaw!reader who . . . HATES catching a certain slytherin boy staring at her like she was the last soul on earth.

ravenclaw!reader who. . . HATES when she tries to flick her wand at the slytherin boy to make him trip, but it backfires and hits snape instead.

ravenclaw!reader who . . . HATES dealing with the consequences of her actions, with snape yelling detention at her. the slytherin boy snickers, causing snape to narrow his eyes. ‘would you like to join her, mr. nott?’

ravenclaw!reader who . . . HATES the way her eyes widen at the thought of detention. she's never had detention before. she was always doing what she was supposed to, and the flick of her wand was just a joke. she hadn't expected it to lead to detention.

ravenclaw!reader who . . . HATES having detention with theodore nott, of all people.

[rose24207]

Hi, could I request a Fred Weasley x reader where she's pregnant and she plans on telling him on new years eve and then he takes care of her throughout the pregnancy?

New year, new chapter

Summary: Fred’s New Year transforms into a celebration of love, family, and new beginnings as he learns he’s about to become a father.

Genre: fluff

TW: None!

A/N: so cute!! English is not my first language. I hope you enjoy it though! Requests are open and welcome!

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New Year’s Eve was bustling at The Burrow, as it always was. Molly had outdone herself with the decorations, and the house was filled with laughter, chatter, and the faint sound of fireworks popping off in the distance.

Fred was in his element, cracking jokes and charming everyone as usual, while you lingered by the kitchen with a secret you couldn’t wait to share.

You ran a hand over your belly—still flat, but harboring the biggest change your life had ever known. A baby. You were going to have a baby with Fred Weasley.

The thought had thrilled and terrified you in equal measure since you saw the two bright lines on the test three weeks ago. You knew Fred would be ecstatic, but the timing wasn’t perfect—his joke shop was thriving but also demanding all his energy.

Still, he was your Fred, your partner in everything. If there was anyone who could take this news with a grin and a plan, it was him.

You glanced over at him across the room. His fiery red hair practically glowed in the firelight as he animatedly retold a story to Ginny and George. The way his eyes sparkled when he laughed made your heart squeeze.

Yes, Fred was going to be the most wonderful dad.

Molly interrupted your thoughts, handing you a glass of sparkling cider. "I thought you’d like this instead of champagne, dear," she said with a knowing look.

You froze, the color draining from your face. "Oh, uh—"

"Don’t worry," Molly whispered, her eyes twinkling. "I won’t say a word. But you might want to tell Fred soon. He’s got a good head on his shoulders, but even he might need a nudge to figure it out."

"Thank you," you murmured, clutching the glass like a lifeline. Molly winked before bustling off, leaving you with your rapidly beating heart.

It was nearly midnight now, and you couldn’t wait any longer. The moment had to be perfect. You set your glass down and made your way toward Fred, weaving through the crowd of family and friends.

He spotted you before you reached him, his grin widening. "There’s my favorite person!" he exclaimed, pulling you into his arms. "Where’ve you been hiding, love? George and I were just debating whether or not you’ve run off to avoid our brilliant storytelling."

You laughed, leaning into him. "Never. I just needed a moment to think."

"Think? On New Year’s Eve? Dangerous business," Fred teased, wrapping an arm around your waist. "Come on, it’s almost midnight. Let’s go find a spot for the countdown."

He led you outside into the crisp winter air, where the Weasley family had gathered under the stars. The countdown began—ten, nine, eight—and you clutched Fred’s hand tightly, your heart racing.

Three, two, one—cheers erupted, fireworks burst overhead, and Fred turned to you with a mischievous grin. "Happy New Year, love," he said, leaning in for a kiss.

You kissed him back, soft and sweet, before pulling away just enough to whisper, "Fred, I have something to tell you."

His brows furrowed slightly, but his smile didn’t waver. "What is it?"

"I’m pregnant."

For a moment, Fred just stared at you, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly open. You felt a flicker of panic—had you misjudged this? But then, a slow, radiant grin spread across his face, and he let out a breathless laugh.

"You’re serious?" he asked, his voice a mix of awe and disbelief.

You nodded, tears pricking your eyes. "I found out a few weeks ago. I wanted to tell you sooner, but I thought tonight would be perfect."

Fred let out a whoop of joy, spinning you around despite your protests about dizziness. "You’re having my baby? Bloody hell, Y/N, this is the best New Year’s gift I could’ve ever asked for!"

"Fred, put me down!" you laughed, swatting at his shoulder.

"Sorry, sorry," he said, setting you back on your feet but keeping his hands on your waist. His expression softened, his voice dropping to a tender murmur. "I can’t believe it. We’re going to be parents."

You nodded, tears spilling over now. "We are."

Fred cupped your face, brushing away your tears with his thumbs. "I love you so much, Y/N. And I promise, I’ll take care of you—both of you."

The commotion caught the attention of the rest of the family, who quickly swarmed around you.

"What’s all this shouting about?" George asked, looking between you and Fred.

Fred puffed out his chest, his grin as wide as you’d ever seen it. "I’m going to be a dad! Y/N and I are having a baby!"

A collective gasp of delight swept through the group, followed by a cacophony of cheers and congratulations. Molly burst into tears, pulling you into a tight hug.

"Oh, my dear, I’m so happy for you!" she cried.

Arthur clapped Fred on the back, beaming. "Well done, son. This is wonderful news."

"Freddie’s going to be a dad, huh?" George said, his grin nearly as big as his twin’s. He grabbed Fred in a mock chokehold. "Does this mean I get to teach the kid all the stuff that’ll drive you mad?"

"Oi, hands off the dad-to-be," Fred retorted, laughing. "And no, I’ll handle that myself. You can be the boring uncle who reminds them to do their homework."

"Fat chance of that," George shot back, pulling you into a warm hug. "Seriously, though, congratulations, Y/N. And you, Freddie. You’re going to be a great dad."

Even Ginny, who usually preferred to stay out of the chaos, hugged you tightly. "You’re going to be amazing, Y/N. And Fred—well, he’ll have his moments, I’m sure."

Fred was too busy basking in the glow of his family’s excitement to notice the jab. He held your hand tightly, grinning from ear to ear as he declared, "Best New Year’s ever. Just wait until next year—there’ll be three of us celebrating."

Thank you for reading!