#lorenzo berkshire x male!reader

[rotthepoet]

Hey Rot… could I pretty please ask for some soft reader x mean Matt & Enz please?

Any plot would be amazing!! Smut would b great but you don’t have to if you don’t wanna!

In the hospital so been bingeing your acc like I’m starved..

–🦙

HI!!! IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK TO LONG! I LITERALLY CANT EVEN MAKE UP AN EXCUSE IM JUST SO SORRY KING :( but we're here now! no smut in this, but tbh I think this could def branch into a part 2.

You're quiet. Very quiet. Not one to talk a lot, and when you do it's soft and kind. No one has ever had an issue with you, no, you're far too passive for that. Of course, the one time you speak up, stand up for what you think is right, the worst possible outcome befalls upon you.

Mattheo Riddle and Lorenzo Berkshire were bad boys, for lack of better term. No. No, actually. There is a better word. Assholes. That's what they are.

Picking on those who they think is below their status, which essentially means everyone, and thankfully you had expertly avoided their radar for years. Until now.

Lorenzo ripped a notebook out of a younger student's hand, flipping through the pages of what seems to be a relatively full sketchbook. He pulled Mattheo, who was lingering nearby, closer.

"Look Matt, 's that supposed to be you and me?" Lorenzo asked, sneering down at the page in disgust as the young artist stares in horror, completely embarrassed from the scene unfolding before them.

How could you have just sat there?

Your feet moved before you could even think, and you wrenched the sketchbook from Lorenzo's hand, who stared at you in complete surprise as you gently handed the notebook back to the student, apologizing profusely on your classmate's behalf, though you knew they weren't sorry.

Peace lasted for nearly a minute, just a minute, before a rough hand gripped your shoulder and spun you around. Your back hit the stone wall with a sickening thud, air being knocked out from your lungs.

"Think you're so fucking tough, yeah?" Lorenzo practically growled down at you, 'Such a fucking tough guy, yeah? Think you're such a hero."

Your head reels a bit, a dull ache blossoming in your neck from the shove and subsequent egregious tilt of your head upwards to make eye contact with the taller man.

"Never said that..." You mutter defiantly, shifting beneath his heavy gaze.

Mattheo stepped up now, joining Lorenzo in crowding you against the wall. His calloused hands gripped the collar of your shirt, turning you to face him rather than Berkshire.

"Didn't know he talked, but such a sharp little tongue he's got, yeah?" Mattheo grinned, a sick smirk stretching across his pale lips. "I don't really like the way you backtalked my friend there, y'know, I think we should teach him a lesson."

Your eyes roll at the cliche line, despite the nervousness starting to course through your body.

Riddle catches it of course, and you're thrown from your place on the wall onto the ground. Within a second, Mattheo is on top of you, pinning your hips to the ground with his weight. He pulls you up by the tie, snarling down at you.

"Do that shit again and see where it gets you, punk,"

Mattheo's gaze widens for a moment when he shifts above you, unspoken words forming on his lips, but is drawn away from you when Lorenzo grabs his shoulder, "Shit, McGonagall, get up," his buddy ushers, glaring down at you on the floor. Mattheo is off of you in a second, and Lorenzo grabs you by the wrist to tug you off the ground and shove you away right as McGonagall rounds the corner.

"Mr. Berkshire, Mr. Riddle," She greets, disapointment already lacing her tone, "Are we having a problem?"

You open your mouth to speak, only to feel a sharp pink on the back of your arm as Berkshire pretends to dust off your robes.

"Yeah, Professor," Lorenzo drawls with an innocent tone, "Just ran into our buddy here. Not hurt, are you?" He asked.

You glare at Lorenzo, eyes flickering to meet with Mattheo's, and you sigh. "Nope. Not hurt... sorry for getting in your way." You concede, gaze falling to the floor.

With no real issue, McGonagall pases by with a short, "Get to class. All of you." Leaving you with the two boys, the sketchbook student having long absconded before you noticed.

Lorenzo walks past you, shoving you out of his way with his strong shoulders, Mattheo following after him, eyes flickering down your body, and suddenly you feel a crushing sense of dread and embarrassment, only now noticing the uncomfortable tightness in your pants.

oh, fuck your life.

[deadghosy]

Hi! I saw that you wanted 'Sly. Boys react to' ideas so I thought I'd give it a go.

How about, Slytherin boys react to a animagus!reader? Maybe they're a small common animal like a cat or maybe a fantastic/magical one like a Niffler or Thestral

-🎃

A/N: Hello 🎃 anon!! Thanks for this request💕

Slytherin boys react to an animagus!reader

Ft. The riddles, Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, && Lorenzo Berkshire

Tom Riddle

When you turned into a cat in front of him…he immediately just looked up from his book with a raised brow like “wtf”

But his reaction is to just pick you up and sit you on his lap. Getting back to his book

He’s like a villain, petting you with you on his lap with an evil smile.

Oddly he will stuff you in his robe so he can go to class. Not worrying about you messing up his dorm.

You could be chilling in the room, reading a book in your human state. And out of nowhere…

“Transform into a cat. You’re coming with me.” Tom says busting into your wand with a glint of mischief in his eyes

Mattheo Riddle

Picks you up and puts you in his lap

He’s never letting you go unless you change back to Normal

But neither the less he is still holding you down and kissing your face

He’s never letting you 😭

Draco Malfoy

Kinda like Tom, he’s stuffing you in his damn robe 😭

“Sssh be quiet!” Is something he says so you won’t meow when he’s in class

Would have a bedazzled cat bed for you ☺️ soiling your human form and cat one.

He loves your both form equally

Blaise Zabini

Pets you a lot!

But he prefer you were back to human so he can physically kiss you.

As much as he loves your animal form, he loves your human form more! 🫶🏾

Theodore Nott

Meows at you 😭PLEASE HE THINKS YOU UNDERSTAND HIM BUT YOU CANT

Would lay on the ground with you and just play with you. Babying you with soft words in Italian

He feels like he loves your animal form more so he can just pet you more. He loves you! It’s just you’re so cute as a cat.

Probably buys a collar only for you to run.

Then he pulls a wand spell and makes you stay still…you scratched his hands so bad

Lorenzo Berkshire

Petting you with every chance!

As much he loves your human form, he loves your cat one because of how small, fuzzy, and adorable you. But it’s not like you arent adorable your own self.

Is cautious to let another student pet you. Specifically mattheo-

Buying a lot of cat stuff for you.

He made sure your cat bed, if you ever turn accidentally. Would be by him. 🫶🏾💕

Definitely “pspsps” at you 😭😭

He loves to give you nose boops. He finds it cute.

[azrakaban]

A Little Longer - Mattheo Riddle X GN!Reader

A/N: OH MY GOODNESS ME. Sorry I've taken such a long break from writing, if I told you all the things that have happened in the past two months you honestly wouldn't believe me LMAO

Warnings: cursing, yelling, soft Mattheo I think? lmk if i missed anything xxx 

Note! I tried to make this as gender neutral as possible, if I've messed up anywhere, please feel free to correct me! But please do it nicely guys <3

The wind nipped at your face, chilly and biting as you wrapped your scarf tighter around your face. You forced your eyes to look into the swirling sky, where your poor boyfriend, Mattheo, sat frozen to his broom. 

Watching house Quidditch games was the highlight of every month for Hogwarts, but it made it supremely less enjoyable when the weather was unpleasant. And, as a particularly dark cloud decided to let fall a rainstorm, it became decidedly worse.

You craned your neck back to watch him above you, barely hearing whispers of what he was saying as he yelled instructions to his team members. 

Mattheo had been pushing the team hard all season - it being his first year as captain, he did not want to disappoint. You rememered the long suffering look Enzo gave you in the common room when Mattheo was dragging your friends out to train at 7am. 

As you watched, Astoria flew over your head, flanked by two Gryffindor chasers, who managed to throw her off, causing her to drop the Quaffle. She swore, sighing as they sped up towards the Slytherin goalpost before giving chase, but not quick enough to reclaim the Quaffle before another goal was put through the post, making the score 20 - 230 

You noticed Mattheo's expression darken further, and sighed. He would likely be in a bad mood later. 

Your eye was then caught by a sudden burst of movement on the other side of the pitch, where Potter and Draco were neck and neck in a dive for the Snitch. 

Draco raised his hand, victorious with the snitch clutched in his hand, yet the Gryffindor end exploded in cheers. With the score now at 170 - 230, Gryffindor had still won by a large margin. 

The Slytherins around you were all sighing and shaking their heads as they all made their  way out of the stadium. You had agreed to meet Mattheo at the Slytherin locker room, so you made your way there.

 As you approached the door though, you heard yelling. Pushing it slightly ajar, Blaise caught your eye and mimed cutting his head off quickly, clealy telling you to leave. You nodded, leaving swiftly and heading back to your empty dorm. 

About 45 minutes later, Mattheo turned up in your dorm, hair slightly damp from the shower, and, spotting you, promptly came over and lay his head in your lap. 

"Heya bubs." You smiled slightly, looking down at him. "Hey." He mumbled dejectedly.

"We lost." He groaned, messing up his curls. You lifted a hand and started gently playing with them. "Yeah, this time. But there are still going to be other games, you don't lose everything from this game, okay?" You replied soothingly. 

"But it was our first game, my first game as captain, and I blew it. I pushed them too hard, and I blew it." He sighed. "I wanted to win this for them, to prove that I could do this, be responsible, make it work. And it just..." He lifted a hand and let it drop onto your sheets. "I failed them, and it's not even their fault. I yelled at Draco for catching the snitch, even though that was the best thing to do..." 

"You didn't fail your team." You interrupted him. "Sure, you lost a game, Mattheo, but all captains lose games! It's part of playing, you make mistakes, and you learn from them. PLus, you guys were playing into the wind, the Gryffindors had the weather behind them. Now, if you wanna say that the weather is your fault, you're gonna start sounding a little self centered..." You giggled slightly, and an amused huff escaped Mattheo. 

"Yeah yeah, okay, I get it." The pressure lifted off your thighs as Mattheo moved to sit back against your pillows, opening his arms for you. "C'mere sweetheart, wanna hold you, please." He asked, giving you puppy eyes. 

You immediately caved and moved forward towards him, letting him cuddle you like a teddy bear. 

"Thank you."  He sighed after a few moments of holding you, drawing patterns on your back with a fingertip. "What for, silly?" You looked at him, confused. He chuckled slightly. 

"Grounding me, not thinking I'm a dick, just being an all round awesome person to date?" He shrugged. "For letting me rant about this shit." He squeezed you slightly. 

"No worries, idiot." You smiled, kissing his cheek. He gasped in mock horror. 

"Idiot? That's what you call your suffering boyfriend? WOW, okay, WOW, I see how it is." Mattheo mock glared at you, gently shoving you away. 

"Aw come on, don't be like that." You laughed slightly as he pulled you back into his arms. 

"I should go apologise for being a Class A dick to the team shouldn't I?" He sighed, looking at you. 

"Yeah, probably." You nodded, squeezing his hand. Hd pulled you a little closer. 

"Not yet though. Wanna keep holding you just a little longer..." He muttered, pulling you back into the nest of pillows with him.

A/N: Writing was shit, may delete later <3 Sorry for this miserable attempt at feeding u hungry people, love you all!

[theodorenmyth]

IMAGINES of the Slytherin boys walking in on you wearing a skirt.

Heads-up); slight nsfw, m!reader in a skirt, kissing, possession, possessive, teasing, sassy!reader, bold!reader

For my femboys out there 🫰🫰

Theodore Nott ;

The door creaks open, and you freeze mid-spin, the soft fabric of the skirt swaying around your knees. Theodore's tall figure fills the doorway, his blue-gray eyes widening slightly in surprise. He blinks, once, twice, before a slow smirk pulls at his lips.

"I didn't know you had this side to you," he murmurs, stepping further into the room. His gaze travels appreciatively over your form, the smirk growing when he sees the blush creeping up your neck.

You clear your throat, trying to gather some semblance of composure. "It’s, um… just something I was trying out."

Theodore steps closer, his fingers trailing along the hem of the skirt. "You should try it out more often," he says, his voice low and teasing. His hand moves to rest on your hip, and you feel his breath warm against your ear. "You look… irresistible."

You swallow, your heart pounding in your chest. "Maybe I will," you reply, your voice coming out more confident than you expected. "Maybe next time, I'll wear something even shorter."

Theodore's eyes darken at your words, and he tilts your chin up, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss against your lips. "You better keep that promise," he whispers against your mouth, his hands tightening on your waist, making it clear that he's already planning on holding you to it.

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Mattheo Riddle ;

You hear the door click open and spin around, only to see Mattheo standing there, eyebrows raised in shock. The cigarette that was dangling from his lips nearly falls out, and his eyes rake over your figure, taking in the sight of you in the skirt.

"Well, fuck me," Mattheo finally says, a grin spreading across his face. "Is that my shirt with that skirt?"

You glance down at the oversized shirt, nodding slowly. "I thought it looked better than what I had," you say, trying to ignore the heat flooding your cheeks.

Mattheo closes the distance between you in a few quick strides, his hands immediately going to your waist. "You know, I didn’t think it was possible for you to get hotter, but here we are."

You meet his gaze, your confidence growing under his hungry stare. "You like it, huh?" you tease, tugging him closer by the front of his shirt. "Because I could wear it more often, just for you."

Mattheo groans, his grip on you tightening as he pulls you flush against him. "You better," he growls, before crashing his lips against yours, kissing you with a fervor that leaves you breathless. The kiss is rough and demanding, and when he finally pulls back, you can see the fire in his eyes. "Next time, maybe I'll take the skirt off you myself."

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Lorenzo Berkshire ;

The door swings open, and you nearly jump out of your skin, turning to see Lorenzo standing there, his mouth slightly agape. His usually calm demeanor falters as he takes in the sight of you in the skirt, his eyes wide with a mixture of shock and admiration.

"Wow," he breathes out, stepping into the room, his gaze fixed on you. "You look… absolutely stunning."

You shift slightly, the skirt brushing against your legs, and offer him a shy smile. "I wasn’t expecting anyone to see me like this," you admit, but there's a hint of teasing in your voice as you add, "But I’m glad you did."

Lorenzo's eyes soften, and he moves closer, his hands gently cupping your face. "I’m more than glad," he murmurs, his voice low and sincere. "You’re beautiful, you know that?"

You blush at his words but feel a surge of boldness, leaning in to brush your lips against his. "Maybe I’ll wear it more often," you whisper against his lips, "if you’re this nice to me when I do."

Lorenzo smiles against your mouth, his hands slipping down to rest on your hips. "If you do, I might have to keep you all to myself," he replies, his tone laced with playful possessiveness. The way his fingers tighten on your waist tells you he’s very serious about that.

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Draco Malfoy ;

The door swings open, and you whip around to find Draco standing there, his pale eyes widening in surprise. He pauses in the doorway, his gaze traveling slowly over your figure. The shock quickly gives way to a wicked grin.

"What’s this?" Draco asks, his voice filled with amusement and intrigue. "Were you planning on keeping this little secret from me?"

You swallow, trying to suppress the nervousness rising in your chest. "It’s just something I was trying out," you say, attempting to sound nonchalant. But you can’t ignore the way his eyes darken as he steps closer, the smirk never leaving his face.

Draco's fingers brush against the fabric of the skirt, his touch light and teasing. "You should have told me sooner," he murmurs, his gaze flicking up to meet yours. "I would have loved to see this side of you earlier."

You feel a surge of boldness, stepping closer so that your body presses against his. "Well, you're seeing it now," you reply, your voice dropping to a whisper. "Do you like it?"

Draco’s smirk widens, his hands slipping around your waist as he pulls you closer. "Oh, I more than like it," he murmurs, leaning in to brush his lips against your ear. "In fact, I think you should wear this for me more often."

You shiver at his words, and he captures your lips in a deep, possessive kiss, leaving you breathless and wanting more. When he pulls back, his eyes are filled with a hunger that promises he’s far from done with you.

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Tom Riddle ;

The door creaks open, and your head snaps up to see Tom standing in the doorway, his dark eyes narrowing slightly as they take in your appearance. For a moment, he says nothing, simply watching you with an intensity that makes your heart race.

"Well, isn’t this unexpected," Tom finally says, his voice smooth and controlled, though there’s an unmistakable edge to it. He steps into the room, closing the door behind him with a quiet click.

You swallow, feeling the weight of his gaze on you. "I didn’t think anyone would see me like this," you admit, though you keep your tone calm and steady. "But I’m not exactly sorry you did."

Tom’s lips curl into a small, approving smile as he approaches you. "I have to say, I didn’t expect this from you," he murmurs, his eyes never leaving yours. "But I’m not displeased."

You feel a spark of boldness, meeting his gaze head-on. "I could wear it again," you suggest, your voice taking on a teasing tone. "If you want."

Tom’s smile widens slightly, and he reaches out to gently tilt your chin up. "Perhaps," he says, his voice a low purr. "But I think I’d rather see how you look without it first."

Your breath hitches at his words, and before you can respond, he leans in, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that’s both commanding and demanding. It’s clear that Tom has no intention of letting you leave this room until he’s thoroughly explored this new side of you.

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Blaise Zabini ;

You hear the door open behind you and turn around, only to see Blaise standing there, his usual cool expression replaced with one of surprise. His dark eyes widen slightly as they take in the sight of you in the skirt, and for a moment, he just stares, speechless.

"Well, well," Blaise finally says, his voice low and smooth. "This is… unexpected."

You shift slightly, feeling the fabric of the skirt brush against your legs, and offer him a small, confident smile. "Is it a good kind of unexpected?"

Blaise’s lips curl into a slow, lazy grin as he steps into the room, closing the door behind him. "Very good," he replies, his voice filled with appreciation. He moves closer, his hands coming to rest on your hips as he studies you with a heated gaze. "You look absolutely stunning."

You feel a surge of boldness under his intense stare, your smile widening. "I’m glad you think so," you say, leaning in to brush your lips against his. "Because I was thinking of making this a regular thing."

Blaise’s grip on your hips tightens slightly as he pulls you closer, his breath warm against your ear. "If you do," he murmurs, his voice sending a shiver down your spine, "I might have to keep you all to myself."

You smile against his lips as he kisses you, his hands exploring your body with a possessive touch that leaves no doubt about how much he approves of your new look.

[riddlemethis-or-riddlemethat]

Hello! If u don't mind i would like to req Tom Riddle x m!reader where reader is an exchange student and surprise surprise he's a parselmouth! So let's say, speaking with animals r common on where he live, n obviously Tom was intrigued

U can do anything w this prompt, sfw, nswf, whatever! I js need to feed my TR brainrot

omg yes!! this is a brilliant idea!!! thank you for requesting, I love this prompt so much

the TR brainrot is so real😔

I made the reader confident, because I felt like they would be interesting to someone as narcissistic as Tom, and he'd probably feel more curious about the new boy who seems so oddly comfortable in what should be this new, unfamiliar environment.

hope you enjoy!

tags: x male reader, kinda ooc Tom? (not really though, this is how I imagine he would act around others at Hogwarts, seeing as he was supposed to be charming and perfect, you know?), suggestive thoughts (Tom has pretty interesting thoughts about reader 😏), cocky!reader, use of y/n, not beta-read

word count: 1564

Fresh Face - TR x male!Slytherin!reader

The Great Hall buzzed with chatter, friends catching up after the holidays, first-years being welcomed to their new houses, excitement and general anticipation for the new year. Tom sat, surrounded by his friends, making idle small talk with a pleasant smile painted on his face.

Suddenly, McGonagall stood at the podium, gesturing for silence. A respectful hush fell over the Hall as people broke off their conversations to tune in.

Some keen individuals began to notice that the Sorting Hat was still out. Other even more observant students noticed the figure stood off the side of McGonagall. Some particularly enterprising students made the connection between these two observations, and concluded that this figure was a new student, about to be sorted.

But that still left the question: why was he separated from the first years?

Only one specific student, Tom, noticed that the figure was a young boy, around his age, who stood with confidence and a calmness that was odd for someone clearly in an unfamiliar environment. Tom also noticed that the boy was dressed in brand new school robes, unmarked but pressed and proper, high quality and perfectly tailored, highlighting the boy’s long legs and muscular chest and strong thighs and-.

Tom moved on.

He noticed more. He noticed movement.

Movement?

Yes, right there, on the boy’s shoulders, around his neck (and what a lovely neck it was, Tom wanted to know what it would look like bruised and with his hands wrapped around it-). A dark, sleek thing, winding about the boy, a small, narrow head, a flicking tongue...

A snake?

Tom watched, in curiosity, as the snake shifted, pressing its face close to the boy's ear, hissing something Tom couldn’t hear, too far away. He watched, in shock, as the boy chuckled, slanting a gaze towards the snake and rolling his eyes (Godric, what Tom wouldn’t give to see those gorgeous eyes roll for another reason-).

Bloody hell, what was with him today, these cursed thoughts were getting out of hand.

Tom watched, intrigued and definitely not obsessively so, as the boy (a parseltongue?), turned back to the podium, attention back on Professor McGonagall, who had finished her speech.

Tom was ashamed to realise he had heard absolutely none of it, and he could only watch as McGonogall turned to the mysterious boy, calling him up.

“Y/n Y/l/n, if you could please come up.” McGonagall called out.

Well, at least he knew his name.

Tom watched as the boy strode up the stage, nodding politely at Professor McGonagall, a small gesture of respect and deference that detracted nothing from his confidence. The snake was still on the boy's shoulders, mostly hidden by the boy’s robes.

The boy, Y/n, sat down on the chair, elegant and comfortable, waiting as McGonagall placed the hat on his head. Y/n’s eyes slipped shut for a moment, a small smirk spread across his face as he opened them again, a loud declaration of “Slytherin!” ringing out across the Great Hall from the old hat.

Tom found that a small, barely noticeable twitch had occurred on his own lips, tugging them slightly upward in a mirror of Y/n’s smirk. Tom quickly reigned in his features, unfortunately not before Mattheo, his younger brother, noticed it, a teasing smirk spreading across his face, an expression promising misery later.

Suddenly, gasps rang out across the Great Hall, and Tom watched in awe as the boy gracefully stood from the seat, each movement powerful and controlled. That wasn’t what the mindless fools about him were gasping at, however. They were gaping at the beautiful, gorgeous snake on Y/n’s shoulders, uncurling from where it was looped about his neck, baring its head and hissing out at the crowd.

“Look at these idiots.”

Tom raised a brow at the snake’s rather offensive comment.

Y/n chuckled, a hand lifting to stroke at the snake’s head, a languid smirk on his face as he walked off the stage, joining the Slytherin table amidst hesitant cheers and staggered applause.

“I know, Nyx, I know. But it’s rather funny isn’t it?”

Tom could barely hold back the smirk as he heard your response.

“I suppose...”

Tom grunted in surprise, glaring at Mattheo, who had elbowed him in the ribs, and at Theo and Enzo, who were snickering behind their hands and avoiding his gaze by collapsing into each other.

“What’s got you gawking, Tommy?” Mattheo asked, a cocky smirk on his face as he avoided Tom’s retaliation.

“None of your business.”

“Aww come on, don’t be like that Tommy. I’m your little brother, it’s practically my duty to make it my business.”

Tom scowled, swatting at Mattheo’s head and slapping him, hard.

Mattheo whined, rubbing his head and glaring at Tom.

“You’re mean. And your boy is staring at you.”

Tom was embarrassed at how quickly he turned his head, the tips of his ear flushing slightly and a scowl fixing on his face as Mattheo cackled with Theo and Enzo, laughing at him.

All thoughts of revenge and fratricide were chased out of his mind as he looked at you, your (beautiful, merlin) eyes already staring at him, meeting in a thrilling clash of wills.

The snake, Nyx, flicks its tongue, looking at Tom assessingly.

A shame you were seated so far, Tom had no means of speaking with you right now. Whatever, he was a Prefect, and in your new house. He’d find time.

You smiled passively before turning away, paying attention to the young boy engaging you in conversation.

Tom, too, turned back to his brother and friends, scowl returning as he watched them falling over each other and howling with laughter.

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You were reading peacefully in the common room, catching up on topics covered at Hogwarts your old school hadn’t covered, when you felt a presence approaching you, and the cold nose of Nyx, your pet snake, pressing against your neck. You look up, seeing Tom Riddle, Slytherin’s perfect prince, heading towards you.

You slid a bookmark into your textbook, marking the page before closing it and setting it aside. As Tom approaches you, he smiles pleasantly, eyes calculating as he greets you.

“Y/l/n, right? Nice to meet you, I’m Tom Riddle, the Slytherin prefect.” He extends a hand, elegant, pale, and slender. You take it, shaking it in yours and noting how cool it was to the touch in contrast to your own warmth.

“Yes, nice to meet you, Riddle.”

Nyx raises her head, peering at Tom.

“Hello, speaker.” she hisses, and you turn to the snake, brows lifting in surprise. You had been warned that Hogwarts had no speakers.

“Hello, I am Tom Riddle, what is your name?” Tom speaks back, calm and collected.

“Nyx. You seem more intelligent than the buffoons around us.”

You laugh, fond amusement at your snake’s discontent with the lack of intellect surrounding you.

“Sorry about her, she’s crabby about the move.” You hiss, speaking to Tom as you pet Nyx’s smooth scales.

“I was told there were no speakers at Hogwarts. That it was considered... Dark arts.” you speak, tone questioning as you raise a brow at Tom, your eyes appraising.

He just smirks, his eyes equally calculating. “It is considered Dark, yes. And no-one but my closest friends and trusted know of me. You are quite bold to have revealed your... talents, so readily to the whole school, Y/l/n.”

Tom was intrigued, fascinated, curious even. (obsessed~ sings a voice in the back of Tom’s head that sound suspiciously like Mattheo)

“They can’t do anything about me, and I refused to leave Nyx lonely and unattended.” you shrug, smiling at Tom.

“You’re a stubborn one, aren’t you?” Tom raises his brow, smirking at you.

You smirk at him as you pick up your book, standing and walking past him to your dorm room.

“I’ll see you around, Riddle.” You call out over your shoulder.

Tom chuckles to himself as you walk away (and salazar, that ass-), before turning away to return to his dorm for the night.

The minute he walked into the dorm, he was greeted by jeering and snickering from all fronts, Mattheo, Lorenzo, Theodore, the assholes three.

He ignored the hollering of the three idiots, and strode into the en suite bathroom, showering and getting ready for bed.

When he stepped out of the bathroom, it was to be met with Mattheo and Theo looping arms around his shoulders and walking him over to their bed, one either side, and Lorenzo sprawled on his bed, laughing his head off as the Theo-duo menaces traded matching smirks and launched into a merciless interrogation and endless teasing.

****

After substantial ribbing and general bullying from all three fronts, and Mattheo being dramatic and snuggling with Theo and Lorenzo cooing over him in a bed together after Tom hexed him, Tom settled into his own bed, his eyes slipping shut as he systematically went through the memories of his day, filing them away as was demanded.

Eventually, he fell into his memories of you.

Y/n Y/l/n.

Parseltongue, exchange student, smart, snarky, confident. (hot, gorgeous, delicious-)

Curiouser and curiouser.

Tom smirked to himself as he crafted a new room in his mind, one just for you.

He fell asleep with one thought in his mind.

This was going to be interesting.

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Word Count: 1564

I might do a continuation of this eventually, it's a great idea! thank you so much for the request @prettorett I hope you enjoy this!

🥰🥰

tag: @helendeath this is the fic haha

[kinascum]

BITS. - M.STURNIOLO (harry potter AU)

summary: As night descended upon the Hogwarts grounds, the students retreated to their dormitories. However, as a prefect, you noticed a student missing from the dungeons.

Warnings: listen english is not my first language im sorry, angst, sad matt, regulus black coded matt, prefect!reader, slytherin!matt.

A/N: Hey! this is pt1 of my 1K CELEBRATION! find the celebration masterlist here (coming soon)! enjoy!!

As darkness fell, enveloping the Hogwarts castle, all of the students retired to their dormitories, preparing for a restful night's sleep. However, as a diligent prefect of Slytherin House, you couldn't help but notice that Matt Sturniolo was conspicuously absent from the Slytherin Common Room. Despite the stringent rules prohibiting students from wandering the halls at night, your concern for Matt propelled you to search for him.

Quietly making your way through the dimly lit corridors, you cautiously avoid the watchful gaze of the janitor and the ever-wandering eyes of the teachers. After what seems like an eternity, you catch sight of a mysterious figure in the main courtyard. And there he is, standing alone amidst the cold night, his face powdered with a delicate layer of snow. His demeanor exudes an aura of hostility and distance, not at all striking as this was his usual self. As you cautiously approach him, attempting to engage in conversation, Matt remains silent, his thoughts veiled in the mystique of the silent winter night.

You try several times to bring him out of his melancholic trance, but it seems like no matter how hard you try, Matt won't speak. Frustrated by his seemingly stubborn silence, you approach him and grab his shoulder, turning him back. You gasp, not having expected the tears running through his eyes.

"Matt...?" you question, concern bubbling in your own eyes as Matt' sobs intensify.

"Get away from me!" he yells tearfully, his voice quivering with fear and vulnerability. You instinctively reach out to place a comforting hand on his shoulder, but he recoils, his eyes filled with hostility as if they were shooting needles into your skin.

Matt had never been the type to open up, yet you can't bear to see him suffer alone. Not when you know that his loneliness is eating away at him, causing him to doubt himself and question his sanity. How could someone as thoughtful and kindhearted (even if he didn't show it much) as Matt go through such anguish? It doesn't make sense.

In one swift motion, you pull the boy into a tight embrace, offering him the only comfort that you can give him in this time of need. He fights against your warmth. Sighs of denial fly out onto your shoulder as he cries. He rejects the embrace as he is used to doing, but you know he needs this more than his pride.

Eventually, he starts desperately clutching your clothes, struggling to stifle his cries, burying his head in your chest. You gently caress his back, trying to offer some semblance of comfort, yet his shaking is unbearable. All too soon, he pushes you away, looking into your eyes with tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Why are you doing this!?" His uncontrollable sobs cause him to struggle for breath, and as he exhales, large white clouds of condensation form over his face.

Your heart breaks at the anguish radiating from him, as well as the frustration seeping out of every pore of his body. It feels like an entire ocean lies between you two, and the mere sight of it makes you feel so helpless. And then it hits you.

The first thought that comes to mind as you stare into Matt's wide blue eyes: You have to be there for him. If not for yourself, then for the sake of everyone who loves and cares about him. You want to ease the pain that his despair brings him, whether he wants it or not. Matt Sturniolo deserves to be happy, even if he's unable to accept it at the moment.

"I'm doing this because I care," you say between gasps for air, your heart pounding as you desperately search for the right words to convey your understanding.

Even though you barely know this boy, you can sense the weight he carries and how he longs for moments of peace and support. You take tentative steps toward him. You stop in front of him, your heart still pounding, feeling like you had ripped it out just to hand it to him.

As you stand there in the courtyard facing Matt, the cold night air seems to envelope you, creating an almost tangible barrier between your emotions. But the urgency to reach out to him and provide some comfort is overwhelming. He looks at you with a mix of surprise and pain in his eyes, as if he can't fathom why anyone would care about his turmoil.

"I want to be there for you," you repeat, your voice barely above a whisper, your own emotions threatening to spill over. "You don't have to go through this alone." Matt gazes at you, his expression a tumultuous blend of vulnerability and defiance.

It's evident that he's battling his inner turmoil, struggling with the idea of letting someone in. For a moment, neither of you speak. The silence seems to echo the heaviness of the situation, mirroring the weight of Matt's pain. At that moment, you feel a profound determination to break through the walls he had built around himself, to let him know that he isn't alone in this.

"I don't know if I can," Matt finally murmurs, his voice laden with uncertainty. He takes a hesitant breath, his gaze flickering between you and the ground. You wait, giving him the space and time he needs to process his emotions.

Before you can say anything, you hear footsteps approaching. Professor McGonagall's dark eyes pierce through the darkness. "What is the meaning of this?" she demands, her voice commanding and tinged with disapproval.

Matt steps back, his moment of vulnerability vanishing as quickly as it had come. "Nothing, Professor. I was just... I was just leaving," he stammers, avoiding your gaze as he brushes past you and heads back toward the Slytherin Common Room.

But before he could, McGonagall stops him dead in his tracks, "No, you werent, actually." She said, the boy stood confused before she continued speaking. "It is far past curfew, children, follow me."

Both you and Matt followed her out of the school, grumbling under your breaths. McGonagall turned and cast a stern look at you both, her eyes daring them to talk back. You quickly obeyed, knowing that McGonagall would not tolerate any disobedience.

Upon arrival at Hagrid's hut, he's already waiting outside, Fang by his side "Well, kids, you'll help me here tonight then," Hagrid said, his heavy accent dripping on his voice as he handed Regulus a heavy light, and an axe to you.

"What is this?" you ask, confused as to why he would hand a heavy axe to a child. "Oh. Right..." he turns around to face you both, "We are cutting down some trees these nasty little creatures have been eating at." The rest of his sentence was drowned out by your thoughts as you walked with him.

The weight of his pain lingers in the cold night air, and you can't help but wonder if you'll ever be able to break through to him. With a heavy heart, you make your way into the forbidden forest, knowing that despite your best intentions, some battles are fought alone.

A/N²: not my best work, but let me know if yall want a pt2, kisses!

[hp-hcs]

on a slytherin high rn so I'd be interested to see your take on yandere enzo berkshire? (on his own or poly with mattheo or theodore because there's no such thing as too much of the theo's) or just any sort of enzo x male reader.

~yanxidarlings; why you should make your writing blog a primary blog (case study)

poly bc i love my theo boyos ☺️

i tried real hard on this one i swear, just none of my words are wording right 😭

really? nobody has a single request? 🤨🤲

detention — yandere! poly! lorenzo berkshire & yandere! poly! mattheo riddle & yandere! poly! theodore nott x male! hufflepuff! reader

TWs: possessive/obsessive/toxic behavior, referenced homophobia, implied past repeated homophobia, homophobic slur, implied past bullying, references to past violence, graphic threats of violence, sexual innuendos, implied sexual activities

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“…really, I don’t know what you were thinking. Here, this is the detenti- Mr. Riddle! Mr. Nott! Get off of those desks!” McGonagall scolded, snapping her fingers and casting a wandless spell that made them both fall off of their desks and safely into their chairs.

You hover awkwardly at the doorway of the classroom-turned-detention-room, feeling the sudden piercing eyes of three Slytherins on you.

McGonagall huffs in disappointment, pats your shoulder, and leaves without a word. The boys all share a look you can’t quite decipher.

“Well, well, well. What’ve we got here?” One of them drawls, putting his feet up on his desk and crossing them at the ankle. “A pretty-boy Hufflepuff got in trouble?”

You rock back and forth on your feet, biting your lip nervously.

“Aww, he’s nervous,” another Slytherin cooed patronizingly. “What’s wrong, little badger? Afraid of a few snakes?”

The first boy stands up, sauntering over to you with an obnoxious smirk. He holds his hand out for you to shake.

“Mattheo Riddle, darling.”

You slowly take his hand and shake it, your grip loose.

“Nice to meet you,” you say softly. “I’m Y/N.”

“Y/N,” the second boy purrs, joining the first, Mattheo. “Lovely name for a lovely boy. I’m Theodore, sweetheart.”

You swallow thickly, the two taller boys standing over you.

“Leave ‘im alone, guys,” the last boy speaks up. “I’m calling dibs.”

“W-what?” You squeak, your eyes darting between the three as they all share another wordless look.

“Come along, little badger,” Theodore grins widely, predatorily, slinging an arm over your shoulders. “We don’t bite.”

“Unless you ask us to,” Mattheo adds on, joining your other side and wrapping an arm around your waist.

Your cheeks burn with the innuendo and all of the attention. “Er…no, I’m alright. Thank you.”

“If you ever change your mind…” Mattheo shrugs, leaving the offer unspoken.

The third boy finally stands up, swatting away Mattheo and Theodore. They both, surprisingly, acknowledge him and step away from you.

“Ignore these idiots,” he says fondly. “They think only with their dicks and never their brains.”

The Theos™ immediately break out into loud protests at the accusation. The third Slytherin rolls his eyes.

“I’m Lorenzo, but most people call me Enzo.”

“What do you call yourself?” You ask, voice still soft and almost getting lost in the clamor of the two other boys.

“What?”

“You told me what people call you…but what do you call yourself?”

He blinks.

“Uh, Lorenzo, I guess.”

You nod. “Lovely to meet you, Lorenzo.”

“I have a feeling that it’s lovelier meeting you, Y/N.”

~~~ “So why did you get detention?” Theodore asks, looking up at you from where he lays on the floor of the library, the spot you four had chosen to further converse at after your sentence was served. “You don’t seem like the type to really do…anything wrong.”

You wince, closing your book and relaxing further into the comfortable couch. “I uh, tried to ask this guy to Hogsmeade this weekend-” The boys all sit up at this, a dark look passing over each of their faces. “-but he uh…did not reciprocate,” you laugh humorlessly, running your fingers along your orbital bone.

They can barely see it—it’s still too early—but a definite bruise is starting to form. It’s going to turn into a hell of a black eye by tomorrow.

“He hit you?” Theodore asks, his voice low.

You shrug. “Comes with the territory of being the uh, ‘Puff Poof’, as they call me.”

“Creative. Put a lot of work into that one.”

“Tell me about it,” you grumble.

“Wait, how did you get in trouble then? If you were the one who got beat up in the first place?” Mattheo asks, his face scrunched up in confusion.

“Oh, I called Dumbledore a uh…‘batshit crazy abuser with a sanctimonious attitude and a god complex’. As it turns out, he did not like that.”

They all stare at you for a moment before bursting into laughter.

“Holy shit.”

“Talk about misjudging someone, damn.”

Your laughter eventually dies off and the conversation comes back around.

“So, Y/N, uh, what was this guy’s name?” Lorenzo asks sweetly, innocently. “Just..curious, is all.”

You huff, rolling your eyes. “Cormac McLaggen.”

They all collectively grimace.

“I know, okay? No need to rub it in.”

“You have terrible taste,” Mattheo scowls. “Asking out fucking McLaggen when we’re right here.”

“Yeah, don’t need to worry about him anymore, sweetheart,” Theodore says, sitting up from his spot on the floor and moving over to settle between your thighs and rest his chin on your knee. “We’re enough, aren’t we?”

Your cheeks burn at their words.

~~~ “What’re you all doing, bringing a Puff in here?” A fourth year jeers as the boys lead you through the Slytherin common room to the dorm they all share.

Theodore stares at the kid with his dead eyes; unnerving to everyone in the common room.

“If you even so much as look at him again, I’ll carve your eyes out in your sleep.”

The threat comes not from Theodore, but Lorenzo.

You gape, bewildered, as Lorenzo leads you down the hall, humming to himself like nothing happened.

“Same goes for you, you know,” Mattheo leans down to murmur in your ear. “Don’t even think about looking at another boy, got that, lovely?”

You reach their dorm and are roughly pulled inside, the door being slammed shut behind you all. Theodore pushes you up against the wall, pinning you in place.

“Ours, understand?”

[slytherinboysappreciation]

If you do requests could you make one with either Enzo or Theo or both(?) x a male werewolf reader? Where the chosen boy smells too much like another person? Doesn’t have to be the whole plot just want that to be mentioned….

Common Scents - T. N. & L. B. X male werewolf!Reader

A/N: Thank you so much for the request! I was so excited when I saw it that I wrote this whole thing at 1 am lol. I did, in fact, make the request the entire plot, but I think it turned out good. I used both boys because they both just fit so perfectly I couldn’t choose between them.

It’s actually edited and beta read a bit this time. No use of Y/N. Rough Italian translations are at the end.

CW: Lots of talk of smelling people!! (If you’re not comfortable with that, then don’t read, please!); reader has enhanced senses; Theo is Italian (I am not nor do I speak the language, so I’m sorry if the Italian bits are off or anything); reader gets a bit possessive over his boyfriends; passionate kissing/making out a bit; scent marking, I guess; fluff;

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You knew something was up the second they walked into your room. Something was different. And you couldn’t figure out what it was.

“Heya, handsome.” Enzo slings an arm around your shoulders, giving your cheek a kiss. “Missed seeing you in the stands during practice.”

You can barely smell anything over his smell and it makes your nose wrinkle. Sweat and hormones. Fantastic. “Enzo, I love you, but you reek.”

Theo laughs, coming up on your other side. He wraps his arm around your waist, sandwiching you between them. “Il mio caro ragazzo. Are you saying you don’t like our smell? What happened to ‘I can’t get enough of it’?”

Your cheeks warm. “That’s— Oh, come on, Teddy! You guys just got back from quidditch practice!”

Still, when it’s the both of them so close to you, you don’t mind quite so much.

On your next breath, though, you catch a whiff of something new. Something floral and feminine. It makes you bristle. That’s what was different about them.

Both boys notice it. “What’s up?” Enzo asks and Theo asks something in Italian. You try to shrug it off, but the scent bothers you.

You know your boyfriends are popular among the girls. For the most part, it doesn’t bother you. But every now and then, especially around the full moon, you start to get possessive.

“You smell like a girl,” you state, frowning. Your voice has a low growl to it.

The boys exchange a puzzled look. “A girl? What do you mean?” Theo asks. His hand starts to play with your hair. It calms you a bit.

“I mean, you smell like you were touching a girl.”

Enzo smells his arm as if trying to pick up what you’re talking about. Then he shrugs. “I can’t smell it.”

You roll your eyes. “Of course not, Enz. Werewolf senses, remember?”

“Ohhhh!” Both boys nod at the same time.

You lean closer to Theo and smell his shirt. He definitely smells like something flowery. “I don’t like it.”

Enzo scratches the back of his head. “I’m sorry you don’t, love; but we didn’t talk to any girls on the way up.”

“What about during quidditch practice?” The smell is making you restless. They don’t have enough of your scent on them.

“Oh!” Enzo snaps his fingers. “You’re smelling Pansy!”

Theo nods. “I forgot. She gave us good luck hugs before practice.”

“Oh.” You calm immediately. The floral scent does smell a bit like Pansy’s perfume. And you can tell they’re not lying by the soft sounds of their heartbeats.

Enzo grins and leans in to give you a kiss. Theo watches, smirking a little. “Worried we were with some random girl, amore mio?”

You break the kiss with a soft growl. “Don’t tease me, Teddy. I’ll show you worried—“

He kisses you before you can finish. Enzo starts to kiss down your neck, nuzzling his face against your skin. You melt into the kisses with a soft moan, unable to help yourself.

Theo wraps his arms around your waist as Enzo sucks a hickey onto your neck. You know what they’re doing. They’re rubbing your scent on themselves, marking themselves in a way only you can sense.

And you love it. It relaxes you, calms you down. You feel like you can breathe again, now that your scent lingers on their skin.

After their showers, the three of you end up cuddling on your bed; the boys each wearing a sweater of yours. You lie between them, breathing in the wonderful combinations of your mixing scents.

“Better now, love?” Enzo asks, lightly playing with your hair. You nod and nuzzle into his touch. “Yeah. I like it when you smell like me.”

Theo chuckles and gives your hand a soft squeeze. “Trust me, tesoro. We know and love it too.”

A smile curls across your face. At last, you fully relax between them, all worries and possessiveness finally gone from your mind. “I love you. Both of you.”

Enzo kisses your cheek while Theo gives your lips a soft peck. “We love you too.”

Il mio caro ragazzo = My darling boyfriend

amore mio = my love

tesoro = sweetheart/darling

[yanxidarlings]

almost 90% sure im going to add tom riddle to the yandere slytherin series but first i'd like to get an idea of what your all most interested in seeing in the series.

[rxsilabeth--er]

| :: Masterlist |

The "Pre-Marauders" Era:-

Tom Riddle:

:: Scarily cute Boggart :: Tom Riddle with a reader who likes to sneaky up on him (drabble) :: Sub (ftm)! Tom Riddle being eaten out drabble

Euphemia Potter:

:: Through the years...

Fleamont Potter:

:: Through the years...

The "Golden Trio" Era:-

The end?

The "Marauders" Era:-

James Potter:

:: Back to us again.. :: Dressed for the special occasion...

Remus Lupin:

:: Hickeys and a Slytherin that's tricky...

Regulus Black:

:: Please be with me tonight, Mr.Ghostface!! (male! reader) :: Detective! Regulus NSFW drabble (male! reader) :: Detective! Regulus NSFW drabble (fem! reader) :: Eating out Regulus drabble ::1 ::2 :: You're worth a shot! :: (Detective) Pregnant! Regulus NSFW Drabble (male! reader) :: Regulus with a mommy kink :: Regulus mommy kink + vibrator imagine :: Tit for tat

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[mattyriddlesbitch]

Bondage

Lorenzo Berkshire x F!Reader

Warnings: Bondage obvs, orla(male receiving), unprotected sex, cussing, sub/dom dynamics

18+ Minors DNI!

It wasn't always Enzo let you take control when it came to sex. Sure, the rest of the relationship, you'd be the one calling the shots, but the bedroom was his domain. It was his area of control. That's why it came as a surprise when he agreed to let you tie him down.

You had his arms and legs strapped to the bedframe so he couldn't move much. You were sucking his cock, but ever so slowly, taking your time licking and sucking and teasing. He was moaning and trying to move with you. You lifted your mouth off of him and wrapped a hand around his cock, keeping the same torturous pace.

"Should I ride you now? Or do you want more of my mouth?" You asked, just a bit teasingly.

"Ride me. Please." He begged, looking at you desperately.

You laughed at his desperation, but moved to put your legs on either side of him, using a hand to guide his dick to your entrance. You heard his low groan when you sank down just enough for his tip before lifting back up and repeating a few times as you saw him throw his head back in frustration.

"Baby, please." He said, looking up at you, clearly straining against the straps now.

"Just relax. I'm gonna take care of you." You said sweetly, giving him a smile as you sunk back down on his cock, going further this time.

"Fuck." He muttered, closing his eyes.

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I appreciate reblogs, comments, and such as likes.

How the Slytherin boys feel when you aren’t around much

Warning: slight suggestive

Ft. Tom Riddle, Mattheo Riddle, Theodore Nott, Lorenzo Berkshire.

Tom Riddle

Give him about a damn week and this boy is literally searching Hogwarts himself to find you.

He honestly feels normal, but it feels weird his other half isn’t around annoying him.

He feels as if you are avoiding him and it kinda makes him angry

Literally will do a spell to make you appear in-front of him

Don’t test him

Mattheo Riddle

Don’t even. He feels clingy in the moment then. He’s probably the type of boyfriend to literally try and distract your studies

So when you do try to have time to yourself, he’s literally one step ahead of you

He’s already on your bed grinning that infamous smile of his as he pat his leg.

“Cmonnn make some time for me. Please?

“Mattheo dear, I literally have work to do.”

“Do me.”

Theodore Nott

He understands if you need time alone. But he feels lonely even if his friends. He wants his darling beside him.

You make him feel very complete indeed..

He’s making his way to your dorm to see you’re getting for bed. And immediately he lays in your bed.

“I’m sleeping in here tonight bella.”

Lorenzo Berkshire

He feels like a sad puppy. Respectfully he understands if you need time to yourself from studying or from people.

So he will wait it out.

But if it takes too long, he’s gonna be following you. Staying quiet as he bask in your presence.

“Enzo? What are you doing here?”

“I missed you..”

“Awww…”

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[zriasstuff]

Second chances?—Lorenzo Berkshire x reader

Here’s the sequel to “First impressions”, involving some karma for our “innocent” boy Lorenzo Berkshire, featuring Draco Malfoy

I want to thank everyone who interacted with pt.1 and I am especially grateful for the supportive comments, which motivated me to write this second part in the first place. I hope I managed to tag everyone, and enjoy :)

“Mhmm, Enzo you’re so amazing”, you whisper in between hungry kisses with him, while his hands were in the process of removing your dress. “No, you are”, he says while gently sucking your neck, leaving behind a trail of red marks. Everything felt so perfect, that you could spend hours doing this with him in his bed. In all the excitement, your skin was even burning up, and you felt the sweat beads forming on your forehead, but all of a sudden you feel yourself having difficulties breathing.

You abruptly push yourself away from Enzo, gasping for air, and look around the room. The flames of the lit candles started rising, turning the room to a hot, steaming oven. Instantly you start panicking, wanting to escape, but you accidentally knock over a candle behind you. As you scream in fear, attempting to put the huge fire out, everything has already turned pitch black, leaving you with red horror in your eyes.

With a terrible sweat, your eyes snap open again, taking in the environment you were in. Slowly, you come to your senses again and calmly reassess the situation. The room wasn’t on fire. You were completely safe. And Enzo definitely wasn’t here. It had just been a bad dream. Hurriedly you chug down the glass of water which stood on your nightstand and rub your pained face. Even in your sleep that bastard found a way to make you feel miserable. For what it was worth, now you could scheme your revenge in peace, since beforehand you just processed all your feelings. During the hurtful and exhausting soul searching, you fell asleep, which meant you hadn’t come up with anything yet.

It was indeed harder to scheme than you imagined. You needed to go at this systematically. First of all, you tried to lay out all the events that happened— Enzo approached you in a boutique on purpose, then bought you ten expensive dresses, then acted all chivalrous towards you, only for it to have been a part of his calculated plan. He just wanted an obedient and starstruck girl who would obsess over him and fulfill his needs. Then he would’ve probably thrown you aside like some old toy, who was no longer of use to him.

Now to the current situation—he doesn’t know you overheard his “boys talk”, in which he revealed his wicked intentions. Enzo still thinks you are infatuated with him, and that you have this wonderful impression of him. And, he most likely expects to see you tomorrow, hoping to be able to show you off like a trophy. As of right now, you held all the unknown information about him, but not the other way around. After having structured all the events, which took a few minutes, the wheels in your brain finally began to spin and web a net of deceitful plans.

…

You wake up the next morning with gleaming sun rays shining directly into your eyes and a mild headache. Of course thinking that much about sinful activities would give you a migraine. Nonetheless, it was time to pretend nothing happened yesterday and to dress yourself up.

Since it was a Monday, you didn’t have the chance to wear the dresses you acquired yesterday, but you did allow your uniform skirt to ride up a little higher than usual. You buttoned up your shirt a bit more loose, and really let your legs shine with that bunched up skirt and delicate stockings.

In class you felt your male classmates ogling at you for the first time ever. Their eyes lingered on your body for just a few seconds longer, which was seemingly insignificant, but it revealed a lot about them. One of them even asked to sit next to you with the hope of convincing you to spend the break with him. This just proved yet again that guys were only after one thing. You were merely an object, which would only be given attention if you performed for the male gaze. While it was unsettling, it was also sadly your goal, and if it worked on these guys, it would surely work on others too.

After what felt like an eternity, you were finally released and could go into your break. There wasn’t much time to waste, you would have to find Enzo’s friend group within twenty minutes. With a heavy bag in hand, you hurriedly walk to the courtyard, where you luckily see Enzo by a tall tree with Draco, Theo, and Blaise. You loathed all of them.

Courageously, while your heart and mind were both under huge panic, you walk up behind Enzo and greet him with a warm side hug. His friends all smugly stand there, observing your excellent acting, which of course they thought was real. Hiding your hate was truly difficult under these circumstances. Their looks also almost seemed derogatory towards you, not to your surprise. You wondered what else Enzo had said after you left, after all you didn’t even get to hear everything.

“H-Hey, what are you doing here?”, a surprised Enzo asks while returning the hug graciously.

“Oh I just wanted to see you”, you forcefully pout in a sweet tone whilst twirling a strand of hair. “I’m feeling a lot better than yesterday now, I think I just had a slight migraine after dinner”, you add to alleviate any suspicion he might have.

“Well, I’m glad to see you”, he says before planting a peck on your forehead. “I’m hoping to see you at the quidditch game against Hufflepuff today, which will certainly be a piece of cake”, Enzo raises his voice. That would be perfect for his ego wouldn’t it? Winning a game and being cheered on by a beautiful girl.

“Of course I’ll be there, I want to see all of you playing and winning”, you direct yourself to the group. That wasn’t the only reason though. And oddly enough all of them were on the team. They really were just a bunch of jocks.

“Actually I’m not”, Draco joins in. He quickly explains that he has a hand injury, which forbade him from playing. Otherwise he would never ever miss out. You didn’t care about his passion for quidditch though, him joining the conversation presented you with the opportunity you were waiting for.

Your react to his comment by cutely batting your eyelashes at him and respond sympathetically with “awe, that’s too bad since you play really well, I hope you’ll get better soon”. Draco’s following nervous chuckle showed how off guard he got caught by that statement. Considering that you were supposedly Enzo’s girl, it felt queasy on him. Though, he appreciated the compliment anyway. It made him feel validated, something he seeked from everyone around him. Besides you caught him shamelessly staring at your arched chest and falling for your flirting antics.

On the other hand, Enzo looked insanely confused and like he was about to say something after your obvious pass at his best friend. But he barely got a word out because you excused yourself immediately after dropping that. You don’t know if he attempted to chase you, but he did pretty much leave you alone.

The rest of your day went quite smoothly too, and luckily you didn’t run into Enzo again. The quidditch game would be after dinner though, so you deliberately sat a little further from his group to not risk any awkward encounters.

…

“Slytherin is totally going to win” was the sentence you heard all the way to the bleachers. Having to hear that repeatedly got a little annoying, but it was also true. Everyone knew your team was super skilled, and that only Harry was the natural that could wipe out everyone. But it didn’t really matter who would win most of the time for you. The atmosphere was always immaculate. All the students forgetting about their stress and just huddling together, to scream, to cheer, to laugh was what made the games so magical.

But tonight, you were also looking for something, or rather someone else. And after some seconds of searching, there he was. Standing tall and proud, wind blowing through his platinum blonde hair, grinning and clapping others on their backs— the one and only Draco Malfoy. Cheerily you approach him from behind, greeting him with an unexpected hug.

“Woah, what’s gotten into you?”, Draco startlingly asks, looking down on you rather delightfully though. As you prepared to answer, you felt several pairs of eyes on you, as you looked unfamiliar to many people. “Nothing”, you say innocently, “can’t I just be in a cheerful mood?”

“I suppose”, Draco sounds out slowly and a bit warily, but he guessed he had no reason to be rejecting you. After all he did think you were sorta cute. You were pure blood, slytherin and approached him at first after all, so why not engage in some small talk. Besides, it would also be like doing a favor for Enzo.

During the thrilling game, the constant screams from all sides were making you a bit too nauseous, but that’s only because Slytherin scored so much too. Hufflepuff wasn’t doing too bad, but certainly not good enough. In enough time, Draco’s replacement caught the snitch, therefore ending the exciting game.

“I bet I could’ve caught it way sooner if I was on the field”, Draco arrogantly states for everyone to hear. Still, he obviously cheered for his friends who did an amazing job. They now zoomed all around the field on their brooms, high-fiving all their supporters, and just when Enzo flew close to your stands, you turned around to look into Draco’s pompous face.

As he was still talking with a friend, you quickly grab his jaw toward you, go on your tippy toes and smash your lips onto his. It all happened so fast, he didn’t even realize what was happening at first.

When Enzo flew past you guys, he stopped mid air, shocked at what he was seeing. Even from far above the kissing was visible.

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING”, he yells at you two, lips still hung onto each others ever so slightly.

Draco’s mouth gapes wide open at Enzo’s rage, immediately trying to explain that it wasn’t his fault. As for you—instead of replying, you simply shrug innocently, blinking up at him with your doe eyes as if you had no idea why he was so mad. Still fuming at your act of defiance, Enzo aggressively steers his broom towards the ground. There was no use leading a conversation mid air for everyone to hear, so as soon as he stepped foot on the ground, he made his way towards you.

Since this was exactly what you planned, you made it a little easier for him and met him halfway, behind the stadium. You left the bleachers during celebration with a confused Draco following you, who thought you were drunk or high or something. You neither confirmed nor denied it which just scared him all the more.

Within seconds of colliding with Enzo, he aggressively cups your face, forcing you to look up at him. “You think this is funny you little dumb whore, huh?”, he spitefully spits in your face. Those insults admittedly stung harder than expected. There was no time for regrets though, you had to pull through with your vengeance.

“You didn’t think I was actually committed to you right?”, you quite literally ridiculed him. “C’mon, I mean you’re nice and all, but you can’t compete with Draco”. The very same must have an overflowing ego at the moment, but he also felt incredibly bad for Enzo.

“So you’re telling me you never actually liked me and just used me to get close to my friends?” It wasn’t a real question, he didn’t want an answer, he just couldn’t quite believe it yet. That someone would exploit him like that seemed impossible to him. In that moment he was infuriated with you and in complete disbelief.

This was it. This was supposed to be the plan, which you carried out flawlessly. But something felt unfinished. Enzo hadn’t admitted his faults yet after all.

“Why do you care who I kiss anyway, it’s not like I was your girlfriend”, you sigh. He had let go of your face now, and you rubbed your slightly hurt jaw. Meanwhile Draco had also slipped out, not wanting to get into the middle of this tense situation.

“Who said I cared”, he scoffed. His pride was obviously hurt.

"Seriously?" If you didn’t you wouldn’t have made such a huge scene and chased me down. And don’t tell me you don’t like seeing me kiss other guys because we are not together” You felt like you had to remind him of that last part repeatedly because it was crucial that he was aware of that.

When coming up with your plan to hurt him, you calculated that he was a man of pride and power and control. He could always have several girls, but his girls could only have him, even if he wasn’t committed. Enzo was used to this working because he was charming enough. So, this is how you knew that this would attack him on a personal level. Besides he was so sure that you only had eyes for him, which made him feel all the more stupid.

After listening to you, and your reality check he didn’t come up with anything to say. He wouldn’t admit that he was the one who manipulated you first, but on a deep subconscious level, he knew you knew. He pegged you as the type of person who would only bite back, not attack first.

As you watched his frenzied expression, you knew that you got what you wanted. Enzo felt incredibly bad, foolish, and exposed, and you restored your own dignity. So, why was a part of you feeling extremely guilty? The feeling of remorse rapidly consumed you, like you couldn’t live with yourself from this point on. You weren’t the villain, but why did watching this unfold weigh so hard on you?

And before you could even stop yourself, you blurt out many incredibly rushed sentences. Enzo didn’t seem to catch any of that so you catch your breath and repeat again slowly.

“I’m so sorry, you know I don’t actually like Draco and kissing him was definitely not my intention when I got close to you. But you have to know, I overheard that you just wanted to use me and that you didn’t care about me at all, so this was supposed to be your karma I guess.” It felt relieving to have that off your consience. You didn’t exactly plan for this to happen, for you to chicken out, but it felt like the more mature thing to do.

“Wow, I guess I deserved that.”, Enzo owned up to his actions, which surprised you a little. He, after a long pause, follows up with “what are the chances we’re both evil, lying, schemers”. It lifted up the cold tension a little, and you smile ever so slightly.

“Well one of us is worse than the other”, you begrudgingly say. Truthfully, you both simply weren’t saints.

“I guess that’s true. But I like to think that our unusual, yet interesting way of meeting means something.” What was Enzo leading up to, you wonder. This was definitely not how you thought this would go.

“By any chance, would you be willing to give this mess a second chance?”

“Wha-”

“Because I am”, Enzo said expressively. In the most unfortunate way ever, this—against your will, brought back your deeper feelings for him. How you actually felt loved by him and how he made you feel butterflies in your stomach every time he complimented you. But you felt like saying yes would be too rushed, too impulsive.

“Enzo, I don’t even know if I can trust you or if this is just way for you to get back at me”

“I get that”, he responds understandingly, “but just so you know, after having seen this side of you, I’m starting to genuinely like you more which is kinda sick”. It was sick, but you understand where he was coming from. The last two days were filled with adrenaline rushes and felt like an emotional rollercoaster, which was better than boredom and habit.

“Good night, Enzo”, you whisper, before turning around and leaving him all alone out of uncertainty. On your way back to your dorm, the question of whether you should give this a second chance drove you crazy.

@nat1221 @hoeforvinniehackerrr @mildly-delulu @breeistired @helpimhopelesslyinlove @hemlockmuncher (people who asked to be tagged :))

[theodorenmyth]

Hii can I request Theo, Enzo and Mattheo with a male reader. Like they know reader is gay but him (reader) is denying it so they keep teasing him, like Theo making reader touch his biceps, Enzo touching reader face, Mattheo going in just a towel in their room, and more things like that

Teasing game

Pairings ; Theodore Nott x M!reader x Lorenzo Berkshire x Mattheo Riddle

Summary ; Despite your adamant denial of your feelings, Theo, Enzo, and Mattheo are relentless in their teasing. Theo makes you touch his biceps, Enzo finds every excuse to touch your face, and Mattheo parades around half-naked. Stubbornly resisting, you continue to give them the middle finger and roll your eyes—until Mattheo's bold kiss changes everything, leaving you questioning your resolve and finally ready to admit the truth.

A/N : literally love this request so much 😻😻😻 enjoy!!

Warnings); none

Word Count ; 1k+

You’d think they’d give it a rest by now. You’ve been nothing but clear with Theo, Enzo, and Mattheo about where you stand. But they just won’t let it go. The three of them have been relentless in their teasing, each with their own methods, trying to break down your stubborn denial.

You’re in the common room, attempting to read a book while eating a chocolate chip cookie, when Theo plops down beside you. Without preamble, he pulls up his sleeve and flexes, showcasing his impressive biceps. “Hey, feel this,” he commands, pushing his arm in your direction.

You glance at him from the corner of your eye, deadpan. “No thanks, Theo.”

“Oh, come on,” he insists, grabbing your hand and placing it on his arm. His bicep tenses under your fingers. “Impressive, right?”

You roll your eyes, yanking your hand away. “Wow, amazing. Can you leave me alone now?”

Theo laughs, clearly not deterred. “You know you like it.”

You give him the middle finger without even looking up from your book. “Go away, Theo."

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

A days later, Lorenzo saunters in the common room, spotting you immediately. He sits on the arm of your chair, leaning down to your level. “Hey, gorgeous,” he purrs, his hand cupping your cheek. His thumb strokes your skin, and you resist the urge to flinch. “How’s my favorite guy?”

“Busy,” you mutter, trying to concentrate on your book. “So, if you could…”

Lorenzo’s fingers trace your jawline, his touch light and teasing. “You’ve got such a handsome face,” he murmurs. “It’s a shame you hide it behind that book.”

You snap the book shut, glaring up at him. “Enzo, do you mind?”

He grins, clearly enjoying your irritation. “Not at all. In fact, I think I’ll stay right here.”

You groan, pushing his hand away and burying your face in your book again. “Why do I even bother?”

As if on cue, Mattheo strolls in, a towel slung low on his hips, droplets of water still clinging to his skin. He stops in the doorway, smirking when he sees you. “Oh, hey. Didn’t know you were here.”

You look up, and your breath catches in your throat. Mattheo’s broad chest, his abs, the tantalizing trail of hair leading below the towel—all of it is on full display. “Do you fuckin' mind?” you sputter, your cheeks heating up.

He grins, sauntering closer. “What? A guy can’t walk around in a towel in his own room?”

You scowl, trying to ignore the way your heart is racing. “Put some clothes on.”

“Why?” he asks, stopping right in front of you. “Does this make you uncomfortable?”

You refuse to give him the satisfaction of a reaction, flipping him off. “You’re insufferable.”

“Am I?” he asks, leaning in closer. The proximity is unbearable, his breath warm against your face. “Or are you just denying how you really feel?”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Get out of my face, Riddle.”

Mattheo chuckles, finally stepping back. “Whatever you say.”

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

The days continue like this, each of them finding new ways to tease you, to get under your skin. Theo keeps flaunting his muscles, Enzo finds every excuse to touch you, and Mattheo parades around half-naked more often than not. Each time, you respond with glares, middle fingers, and rolled eyes. You refuse to give them the satisfaction of seeing you crack.

But one day, it all changes.

You’re sitting in your room, enjoying a moment of peace with a book in one hand and a slice of mango on a fork in the other, when the door bursts open. It’s Theo, of course, with Enzo and Mattheo right behind him.

“For the love of— what the actual fuck do you lots want?” you demand, exasperated.

They don’t answer immediately. Instead, they close in on you, a determined look in their eyes. Theo is the first to speak. “We’re tired of this game, you know.”

“What game?” you snap, even though you know exactly what he means.

“This,” Enzo says, gesturing between you and the three of them. “You pretending you’re not into us. We know you are.”

You scoff, taking a bite of the mango, munching on it before swallowing. “You guys are delusional.”

“Are we?” Mattheo steps closer, his gaze intense. “Or are you just scared to admit it?”

You open your mouth to retort, but before you can say anything, Theo grabs your hand again, pressing it to his chest. “Feel that?” he asks softly. “That’s for you.”

You yank your hand away, your heart pounding. “Piss off.”

Enzo leans in, his face inches from yours. “Just admit it,” he murmurs, his breath warm against your lips. “You want us.”

Your breath hitches, and you shake your head, refusing to give in. “No, I don’t.”

Mattheo is the last to move. He steps right up to you, his hand cupping your face, forcing you to look into his eyes. “Stop lying to yourself,” he whispers before his lips capture yours in a fierce, demanding kiss.

For a moment, you’re too stunned to react. Your mind goes blank, and all you can feel is the heat of Mattheo’s lips, the softness of his touch. His tongue slips into your mouth, tasting the lingering sweetness of the mango. He deepens the kiss, and you can’t help but respond, a soft moan escaping before you can stop it.

Then, reality crashes back in, and you pull away, your eyes wide.

“What the—” you stammer, your brain struggling to process what just happened.

Theo and Enzo are watching you, their expressions a mix of amusement and satisfaction. Mattheo is still close, his hand lingering on your cheek. “See?” he says softly. “Not so bad, is it?”

You sit there, stunned into silence, before the anger surges up. Grabbing a pillow, you hurl it at Mattheo’s head. “You asshole!” you shout, your face burning.

He dodges it easily, laughing. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

You glare at them, but there’s no real heat behind it. Deep down, you know they’re right. And maybe, just maybe, you’re finally ready to admit it.

Breaking the silence, Theo suddenly says, "I wanna taste Y/N's lips too." After a few seconds of silence, he felt a pillow hit his face harshly.

[riddlemethis-or-riddlemethat]

Pretty Tears - Lorenzo Berkshire x Reader

omg I'm posting?? no way!!?

THIS IS NSFW YOU GUYS!!!

tags: use of y/n, crybaby!enzo, NSFW, sex, penetration, riding, edging, begging, orgasm denial, overstimulation, cocky reader, dacryphilia ig?

[Based on my post about the boys]

(tagging @leona-hawthorne because they saw my vision 🙏🙏)

this is really short guys (330 words to be exact), I lost motivation to finish, but I might find inspiration to continue someday

hope you guys enjoy! 🥰🥰

Pretty Tears - crybaby!sub!top!Enzo x gn!reader

“Y-y/n, please” Lorenzo begged, voice breathless and whiny as he lay on the bed beneath you, his brows furrowed and face flushed, chewing on his lip. He looks up at you pleadingly, desperation shining clear in his pretty hazel eyes, pupils blown wide.

“Please what, dear?” you purr, rolling your hips and smirking at the choked sob that escapes the beautiful boy beneath you.

You had been edging him, riding him at a torturously slow pace, stilling on top of him every time he neared the edge and just barely moving your hips. Lorenzo was a wreck, on the verge of tears as he panted and squirmed, desperation clear in his entire being. You watch, enraptured and filled with a dark satisfaction as Lorenzo whined, tears welling up in his eyes and clinging to his long lashes.

“F-fuck- y-y/n~” Lorenzo whined, squirming and panting beneath you, his tears finally spilling down his flushed cheeks.

“Aww, what’s wrong love? Too much?” you coo at him, tone slightly mocking as you pet his hair, cupping his face and stroking your thumb across his cheek, wiping away a tear.

Lorenzo just whines, turning his face into your hand, nuzzling it like a needy puppy.

“Oh poor baby, you’re so adorable, I almost feel bad for you, love.” you murmur, chuckling as Lorenzo whimpers, moaning as you sink down on his cock again.

His hands are clenched tight around your hips, twitching and gripping tight enough to bruise as you rock teasingly. You smirk down at his wrecked form, his flushed and tear-stained cheeks, his bitten-red lips, his pleading eyes, his long eyelashes with tears clinging prettily to them.

“So pretty like this, darling. So good for me, aren’t you?”

Lorenzo whines, his hips bucking up into you involuntarily, making you groan. You plant a hand on his chest to stabilise yourself, before looking back at his face.

He’s gorgeous. Blinking tear-filled eyes up at you, looking absolutely pathetic. Pitiful. Pretty.

Perfect.

****

word count: 330

[hp-hcs]

Hmmm how about a poly oneshot with bully Draco and Lorenzo who hates the reader for being with the golden trio and mainly potter ?? They hate how touchy and blushy harry gets around their darling and vice-versa. They hate how everyone thinks you two are together and you don't do anything to clear up the rumor. They hate how you're always in his dorm and they hate seeing your lipgloss mark left on harry. But God do they love you and can't take it anymore 🤭🤭

oooh, interesting! love to see that you’re a hoe for drama (lovingly)

hate how this turned out but wtv

lipstick — yandere! enzo berkshire & yandere! draco malfoy x gn! gryffindor! reader

tws: toxic/possessive/obsessive behavior, slut shaming, implied sexual content? (question mark?)

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“Look at stupid Potter. With his stupid scar, and his stupid friends, and his stupid Y/N.”

“His?” Enzo laughs. “Y/N is not his.”

“Not if we can help it,” Draco mumbles.

The pair watches in silence as you throw a snowball at the ginger weasel, ducking behind Harry when the bloodtraitor tries to retaliate.

Harry scooped you up in his arms, like a valiant prince coming to save the day.

They can both hear your clear laugh, even from the other side of the courtyard. It makes them both seethe with anger.

~~~

“C’monnnn,” you pleaded, tugging at Harry’s arm. “I have friends other than you. I wanna talk to Luna and Pansy and Blaise.”

Harry rolled his eyes, not putting up much of a fight as you dragged him into the Great Hall.

It was a new thing this season, to promote house unity, or whatever. The heads of houses had come up with the idea; tea, cocoa, and cookies in the Great Hall every Friday evening. Everyone welcome.

The Great Hall is dimmer than usual, not all of the floating candles lit. A few dozen student of all houses mingle and meander.

A group of kids sat on a blanket on the cool stone floor, almost as if it were a picnic.

Another group had thrown blankets and sheets over part of the ridiculously long tables, creating a blanket fort underneath.

You headed straight over to where Luna was painting Pansy’s nails. They greeted you with laughter as Luna’s unsteady hand got orange nail polish all over Pansy’s knuckle.

You gasp. “Harry! Let me paint your nails! Pleaseeee?”

He shrugged, looking over the myriad of colors laid out. He picked one up and held it out towards you.

“Snitch gold, for luck.”

You laugh, accepting the bottle and pointing for him to sit down.

“You don’t need luck, Harry. You’re you.”

Across the room, two Slytherins clocked Potter’s shy grin and bright blush.

~~~

You sat down with your friends, a wicked game of truth or dare already in full effect. As predicted, Gryffindor had won their game against Hufflepuff, resulting in a very large house party. You’d noticed a few Ravenclaws around and wondered how they got in, until you saw the Slytherins, the lions’ main suppliers of firewhiskey and good times.

“I dare you…” Ginny trailed off as she thought. A wicked grin spread across her face. “I dare you to wear that failed blue glitter lipstick that me and Cho made.”

You roll your eyes. “Oh, please. That’s easy.”

“For the whole day tomorrow.”

You raise an eyebrow. “I’m not afraid. Bring it on.”

~~~ “Draco!” Enzo hissed as he harshly elbowed his friend in the ribs.

“Ow. What?” He followed Enzo’s finger, pointing straight at the Gryffindor table. “What am I looking at?”

“Potter.”

Harry James Potter was furiously scrubbing at his skin with a napkin as you, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione were all practically howling with laughter.

Sure enough, you were true to your word, wearing that ridiculously tacky lipstick that stood out like a beacon when surrounded by all of that garish red and gold.

Harry let out a visible sigh, tossing down the napkin and sitting back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest in an obvious sulk.

Right there, smack dab in the middle of his cheek, was a perfect blue stain from a kiss.

Draco’s ears burned with rage.

“Nope. Come on, Enz. We’ve waited damn long enough.”

~~~ “It’s not coming off, guys,” Harry whined.

“Why do you think we called it failed?” Ginny laughs, the blue smudge on his cheek looking quite comical. “That’s what happened when we tried to wear it.”

You snicker. “You look good in blue, Harry,” you teased, enjoying the faint blush that settled over his cheeks.

You suddenly felt a heavy hand come down on your shoulder, tightening to the point where it was almost painful.

You whirled around, surprised to see two Slytherins you’d barely talked to.

Harry sneered at the sight of his long-time rival, Malfoy. “What do you gits want?”

They both ignored him, as if he wasn’t there at all.

“We need to talk to you,” Enzo snapped, his hand on your shoulder tightening even more as he all but dragged you out of your seat.

You stumbled after him as Draco propelled you forward with a firm hand on the small of your back.

The two boys dragged you out into the hall, away from prying eyes. Draco wasted no time before shoving you up against the wall in a secluded alcove.

“The fuck do you think you’re doing, kissing Potter?”

“W-what?” You stammered, your brain not yet having caught up with the situation.

Enzo scoffed. “Whoring yourself out to anyone who blushes at you, huh?”

“What?”

“How long have you been sleeping with him, hm? How long?”

“Wh- Harry? We’re friends!”

“Friends, huh? Friends?” Enzo scoffed.

“Yes!” You snapped. “Who d’you think you are, questioning my- mmfph!”

Draco surged forward and kissed you harshly.

~~~

Enzo Berkshire, Draco Malfoy, and Y/N L/N all stumbled into Defense Against the Dark Arts twenty minutes late, their clothes rumpled and their skin stained with blue lipstick.