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patrophthia · 1 year ago

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mini skirt | theodore nott

pairing: theodore nott x reader

wc: 3.5k

genre: smut (minors DNI), fluff, best friends to lovers, meddling blaise zabini just coz, they’re in love 🤢🤢, self indulgent im so sorry for the person i am

smut tags: dry humping, coming untouched, (very little) oral sex, come eating, unprotected sex (don’t do this!!), fingering, size kink, breeding kink, bulge kink, cream pie, so much dirty talk oml, big dick theo 😞, reader being shorter than theo, reader wearing a mini skirt, lots of cussing

summary: blaise zabini’s idea of how to play matchmaker might be different from the traditional way of doing it but at least you ended up getting dicked down, so you guess his method works too.

Blaise Zabini's idea of playing match maker is whispering to you —in a not so quiet way, that he'd heard 'Nott's got a big dick' and though you swatted him away. Face disgruntled, mumbling about how you did not want to know about your best friend's private parts. You're terrible enough of a person for your eyes to drop to his crotch when he sat down on the couch opposing yours.

There's a call of your name, once, twice. Before Theodore leaned forward, his voice loud enough for your eyes to tear itself from his thighs to his eyes. You gulped, hoping —hoping that he thought you'd blanked out and just happened to be staring at a very unfortunate spot. "Hmm?"

Theodore's held onto your gaze, lazying back onto his coach. "You okay? I asked if you wanted to head back up but you didn't answer."

"Head back up?" You repeated. "Head where?"

He eyes you suspiciously. "To your dorm?" Theodore gets up from his seat and leans down to crouch beneath you, staring up at you. "Or mine?"

You blink. Mind running in all kind of ideas —save for the ones you knew he meant when he asked you this question. You shift slightly in your side, scanning the Slytherin's common room as the party rage on; it's nothing too big, a get together between all seventh year supplied with alcohol —that Draco definitely did not buy just to impress the golden boy, not at all.

"I'm pretty sure I saw Draco take Harry up to your dorm, and neither of them look like they're exhibitionists." You say off handedly, looking down at him. "Besides, I'm actually enjoying myself here."

And to prove yourself, you get up from your seat; pulling your mini skirt low enough to cover your ass. Theodore, despite having every chance to peer underneath it, remains respectful as he plays with the hem of your skirt. "You are?"

"You aren't?" You ask back, trying not to squirm from the way his finger brushes against your thigh. Salazar this was your best friend for shit's sake, knowing that he could hypothetically have a big dick should not turn you on as much as it was.

Theodore shakes his head, slowly, almost as if he was in a haze as he quietly tells you. "Not really."

"Let's head up then," you tell him, and though both of your voices are low —barely even audible considering how loud Mattheo decided to play his music. Theodore was able to understand you perfectly, picking himself up as he used your waist as his guide. "Come on."

His pinkie finger catches onto yours as he gets onto his feet, him towering over you the slightest bit. And though, Theodore and you leaving a party early to turn in for the night was a sight your friends were used to by now —knowing that nothing ever did came out of leaving the two of you alone to your own devices. Something about how Theodore was looking at you makes them think that that might just change tonight.

But, they regress and bid the two of you goodnight with a few sporting playful frowns on how you never stay with them until the party actually ends.

You only smile, leading Theodore up the stairs to your dorm like every other night. Once in the comfort of your room, you sit yourself down on your bed, patting the spot for besides you for Theodore to take. He did as told, melting into your touch as you brush his hair back. "How much did you drink?"

His eyes are shut, face leaning into the palm of your hand as his own grips onto your skirt, tugging you closer to him. "Just those two shots we took when we first went down."

You hum, letting him pull you to him. "Did you smoke?" Theodore shakes his head slightly, before opening his eyes back up at you. You laugh lightly. "Then what's up with you tonight? I'm always the one dragging us back."

"Just tired, I guess." He murmurs.

"You guess?" You ask him, standing up —letting his hands fall where it'd been trailing up your skirt back to his lap, lingering slightly on what sits above it. "When are you ever not tired?"

Theodore laughs at your words, eyes crinkling as he did so. "When I watch you play quidditch," he says, pushing himself up to press his back against the head of your bed. Watching as you shuffle towards your wardrobe, picking out a pair of sweats along with two shirts he'd left at your room. "Or when you're drunk out of your mind and I'd to have to play pretend as your boyfriend and take care of you."

You snort at his words, picking out a pair of shorts for yourself. "You don't have to pretend to be my boyfriend to take care of me."

"Mhmm," he hums from his spot, lounging lazily as you walk up to his side, the change of clothes in hand. "But it's more affective that way." His hand finds its way to your hips, pulling you closer to him. "And I like it. I like pretending to be yours."

There's a split second where his eyes falters, looking at you almost nervously as he waits for you to respond. "You do?"

"Mhmm," he hums, pushing himself up to sit straight. "More than anything."

It's nauseating to see him look at you —eyes lacking their usual stoic and disinterest to instead be replaced by lust and adoration.

Without thinking twice, you leaned down meeting his lips halfway as your eyes flutters shut. And though seated, Theodore was still tall enough to kiss you back with ease. Letting you melt into the feeling of his soft lips moving slowly and desperately against yours.

"Fuck," Theodore mutters breathlessly, he pushes against your hand; dropping your (mostly his) clothes to the floor. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that."

"What?" You giggle, letting him pull you onto his lap. "Kiss me?"

"To kiss you again," He murmurs, attaching his lips back onto yours; a soft whimper slipping out of his lips when his clothed cock brushes against your core through his swift movements.

Fuck, Blaise was not lying.

In between your legs, underneath beige slacks, Theo's giant cock ruts up to you. You gasp into his mouth. "Ah—" you try to catch your breath. "—fuck, Theo. You've been wanting to kiss me since we were thirteen?"

"Mhmm," he hums, long slender hands gripping onto your waist before he slides one underneath your shirt and lays it flat against your tummy. His free hand, resting on your thigh, guiding you down onto him. "You're the only girl I ever want to kiss."

It's silly, you know it is —especially when his cock was pressing into your cunt, only separated by a thin layer of clothing— and yet you can't help but smile up at him, almost giggling when you ask him. " 's that why you asked me to be your first kiss?"

"Mhmm." He's smiling when he kisses you. "Can you blame me?" His tongue licks at your top lips, quick and gentle, trying to gauge on what you tasted like. "Prettiest girl at Hogswart and she was willing to be my first kiss."

His hand moves grips onto your waist, his touch blazing hot. "... Flatterer," you say, a playful pout prominent on your lips.

He chuckles, pressing his lips back onto yours, hand moving from your thigh to tug at your shirt. When you nod, Theodore pulls away just enough for him to take your shirt off and toss it Salazar knows where.

He doesn't even try to hide his staring, canting his hips upwards as he held you down. "Can you feel that?" He asks breathlessly, almost whining as he humps against you. "Can you feel how hard you make me?"

You could only moan, nodding dumbly as you rolled your hips. "Fuck—" he says against your lips, "—how'd you get even prettier, baby?"

And despite how hot —how nauseating it is to feel his boner pressing onto your wet cunt, you can't help but giggle at his words, at how turned on he got just at the sight of your tits. "It's just boobs."

"It's your boobs." He hand goes up behind you, making quick work at the clasps before kissing your chest, licking at your nipples; his hips not halting in its movement. "So so pretty."

His hand slips down, going underneath your skirt to knees at you thigh. "Shirt—" you roll onto him, breathless each time you feel just how hard he was. "—shirt, Theo."

Though incoherent, Theodore still understood you enough to pull his shirt off of himself before attaching his lips back onto you. His tongue glides against yours, swallowing your moans up when he bucks particularly hard.

It’s humiliating how the simple act of humping, combined with Theo’s hand playing with your tits, pinching and rolling your nipple between his long fingers with his tongue exploring your mouth has you writhing on top of him.

"Theo, ah—" you whine, hands gripping onto his shoulders to steady yourself, a familiar warmth building in your stomach. "— wait, fuck!"

Theodore's hips coming to a halt, as he watch you cum on top of him —in awe, without him even having touched you. "Did you just… ?"

You whine, pressing your face against his bare shoulder to hide just how embarrass you were. Theodore pulls you back, looking at you with what you could only assume was love. "Did you just come, baby?"

You nod bashfully, hands going to cover your face just for him to pin both of them down. "So cute, so so pretty." He kisses you roughly, rutting up to you. "Gonna fuck you nice and full, how’s that sound?"

Theodore only frowns when you nod, always having been the talkative one in your relationship. “Words, baby. That sound good to you?”

“Ah!” Your panties stick to your cunt uncomfortably, feeling all too messy when he grinds his cock onto you. “Good,” you whine, “ ‘s good.”

Theodore smiles, pressing a quick kiss onto your lips as a reward. His hand trails down to your thighs, flipping your skirt up before groaning at the sight of his beige slacks soiled by your slick and cum. "Look at the mess you made, didn’t even have to touch you.”

Sliding your panties to the side, Theodore runs two fingers down your slit. "Even your cunt's pretty," he murmurs, bringing his finger up to his mouth to licks at your juices. "You taste even better."

You're pouting as you watch him play with your pussy, fingers pressed onto your clit, going back in for another taste before you finally move down his crotch, just enough for you to palm at his cock.

"Fuck—" he whimpers, hips bucking onto your hand.

Feeling proud you pulled such a reaction out of him, you reach for his belt, lifting yourself up off of him as he helps rid himself of his slacks. Pulling back his boxers, you will yourself not to drool over the sight of his long and thick cock, milky from the precum leaking from its tip.

Your hand moves on its own, wrapping around the base of his hard cock only to find that your hand was too small to wrap all the way around him. "Why didn't you tell me your dick was huge?."

"You want me to —fuck—" Theodore whines, cock twitching in your hand as it begged for you to move. "You want me to tell my best friend about the size of my cock?"

"Yeah?" You move your hands up, thumb running along his tip. "Biggest dick I've ever seen."

"You never told me you had —fuck, baby— never told me you had a perfect cunt either." Theodore moans, the sight in front of him feels like it came straight out of a porno. His best friend and her small hands playing with his cock, tits out with only her tiny skirt stopping him from fucking her into the mattress.

You giggle softly before leaning down to take him inside your mouth. "Fuck!" Theodore choked out, hips roughly thrusting into your mouth. He's too big for you to fit in entirely in your throat and he knows it. And he's too close to cumming in your mouth to keep you were you are.

His hand pulling your head up and away from his cock swiftly. His eyes are shut, head leaning back against your headboard as he breathes heavily.

Your eyes are teary when he opens his eyes back up, and he wills himself not to think about how it's the result of him fucking your face. Theodore brings you up to sit between his legs, kissing you desperately, groaning when he tastes himself on your lips.

Your hand goes back to grab at his length and he whines, pressing his face into your neck and squirms underneath your touch. "Wait, fuck—" his hand goes to stop you, brain going dead as you pumped his cock. "—fuck, fuck wait."

Theodore moves away from your touch, pressing your hand down onto your mattress as he heaves heavily. "Shit— Next time," he whines, "we can do all that next time," he murmurs against your neck, pulling his head away to look at you, he adds: "but I need to fuck you. Please, just let me fuck you. I'll do anything to feel your cunt and fill you up nice and full, please baby."

And when he pleads for you so nicely, who were you to deny him anything? He kisses you again, laying you down on your back, whispering soft thank you’s as he presses open mouth kisses down your body. Slender hands roaming around as he tries to map you out. It's only when Theodore flips your skirt up, ripping away your panties to give himself a full view of your throbbing pussy did you realize what he's about to do.

"Hey, I liked those!"

"I'll buy you more, baby." You're dripping in front of him and he think he might be losing his mind. "Need to eat you out first."

"Thought you wanted to fuck me," you whine, gasping softly when he slides his fingers over your pussy, "why can you play with —fuck."

You pout at him, not expecting him to slide his finger inside you while you talked. "Why can you— ah! —play with me when I can't play with you."

"Not playing baby, just stretching you out," he tells you with a soft smile, leaning over to kiss your pout away. "Not gonna fit unless we stretch you out."

" 's fine," you whimper, feeling him slip another finger in, fucking into you slowly. "it'll fit just fine."

"You sure?" He picks up his pace, long fingers reaching places your own never could. "Don't wanna hurt you."

" 's fine," you moan when he slips a third finger into your cunt, "don't care if it hurts, just wanna feel you."

Theodore pulls out, bringing his fingers to his lips to taste you once more. Moving back up, Theodore grabs at a pillow, placing it beneath your lower back to elevate your cunt. Slowly, he guides his dick into you, gasping at the feeling of his thick head stretching you open.

"Fuck—" Theodore pushes in deeper, pausing when he feels you clenching impossibly tight around him "—your cunt's sucking me in so good."

The burn is delicious, his cock tearing you open from within, stretching you out to take him into you. "So full," you whine, pressing your head into your sheets as he slides in even deeper into you. " 's too much."

"I know, baby," he murmurs, rubbing slow circles onto your thighs, "just a little more, I know you can take it."

You whine pathetically, feeling him fuck the last few inches snuggly into you. "Ah!" He hasn't even moved and you're already breathless, feeling him in your stomach. “Fuck me, Theo. Fuck me nice and full.”

“You want me to fuck your small cunt nice and full?” Theodore pulls out entirely, leaving just his tip in your cunt before roughly thrusting back in, hands on your hips as he pounds into you. "I’ll fuck it nice and full for you, maybe even put a baby in you."

And when your pussy grips his cock at his words, Theodore drives into you even harder. “Put a baby in me, please.”

“Yeah? You want that?” He watches as your tits bounce with each harsh thrust. “You want to carry my baby? Have your pretty tits grow bigger? You want that?”

“Yes,” you cry out, eyes screwed shut, the pain of his cock splitting you open mixing with pleasure. “Yes, ah— want it.”

“Fuck—” Having just about enough, Theodore pushes your mini skirt up your stomach giving him a full view of how well he's fucking his thick cock into you. The mound of your pussy bulging as it makes room for his dick to spear into your cunt.

"See that baby? See how good your cunt’s at taking my cock?" He asks, his hand grabbing yours to press down below your navel. "See how good I'm fucking you?"

You can only moan, crying out his name when he presses your hand down onto the bulge in your stomach, pushing his own dick out of your pussy. "Feel how deep my cock is inside of you?"

“Gonna be so easy for me to breed you,” he murmurs, wrapping your legs around his waist to fuck himself even deeper into you. “Want me to breed you, baby? Hmm?”

You nod desperately, too cock drunk to speak. Jolting when Theodore presses a harsh finger to your clit, circling it as he fucked deeper into you. "Theo, I'm gonna—"

"I know baby," he says, his cock getting impossibly harder inside of you. He presses another finger onto your clit, rubbing tight circles as you squirm underneath him. "Fuck— you're pussy's so good. Need you to come on my cock."

Theodore leans down to kiss you, pushing his length even deeper into you. You moan into his mouth, fucking you through your orgasm, your legs trembling as you try to squeeze him in.

Theodore fucks your cum back into you harder and faster, chasing his own high. One quick glance at his cock coated with your cum, followed by the bulge in your tummy was sends has him rutting into your tight cunt, spilling his warm seed inside you.

Theodore thrusts a few more time just to savor the sight of you spread on his cock before finally pulling out of you. "Fuck Theo," you whined, his cum leaking out of you, making a mess all over your bedsheet. "Were you just never going to tell me your dick is huge?"

Theodore only smiles bashfully, pressing a kiss onto your forehead. "We're still on this?"

"You expect me to not be on this?" You say with a slight pout, Theodore only half paying attention to you as he grabbed a random shirt from the floor to wipe at you thighs. "It's almost like you don't even think of me as you best friend."

"Pretty sure best friends don't go around telling each other about how big their dick is, baby," he replies.

"Blaise can know about your dick size but I can't?" You murmur. "Talk about double standards."

Theodore pauses his movements, hand hovering over your spent pussy. "That fucker."

"Hmm?" You're curious now, confused as to why he was suddenly cursing out your friend. Never having been one to use curse words unless —well, unless he's fucking you.

"He told me that you liked guys who begged," he says with a slight front, going back to cleaning you up nonetheless.

"Is that why you begged to fuck me?"

"No, that was all me," he answers truthfully, ears tinging red in embarrassment,"just wanted to fuck you."

"And they say romance is dead," you say playfully before your eye zeroes into what's in Theodore's hand. "What about the whole breeding thing? And ‘s that my shirt?"

Theodore, freezes with his hands between your thighs, feeling you stare him down as he did so. Slowly, he unravels the shirt he'd use to wipe you clean only to realize that yes, that is your shirt.

"You ripped up my panties, messed up my skirt, tried to put a baby in me, and used my shirt to wipe up your cum," you say, frowning, "I'm never having sex with you again."

Theodore's quick to apologize, peppering your face with kisses, mumbling sorry over and over again. "I'll sneak you out of Oxford street, take my black card with you, how's that sound?"

— from bee: this is my first time writing smut be nice to me 😡

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iamgonnagetyouback · 3 months ago

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DANCE IN THE RAIN WITH ME (THEN TAKE CARE WHEN I'M SICK).ㅤ● T. NOTT

SUMMARY ৎ୭ ever since you dragged theodore to hogsmeade with a list of rules and lorenzo ditched you for a mystery girl, things have been chaotic to say the least. from potions shopping to dancing in the rain, catching a cold was inevitable—but waking up to theodore holding your hand? now that was unexpected

WARNINGS ಇ. sunshine x grump dynamics, lorenzo being a menace, theodore being secretly soft, unsolicited matchmaking from nosy roommates, enzo getting hit with a pillow, and an alarming amount of italian endearments disguised as insults. oh, and slight fever-induced dramatics—courtesy of you A/N ಇ. i know, i know, the much awaited (and requested) part 3 is finally here! hope you enjoy! MORE OF THESE THREE ￫ ୨ৎ TAGLIST ಇ. @lov3notts @rafeluvrr @celestialeviereads @sad-anxious-muffin @ashex333 @starconstellation2423 @a-little-funny @alygatorcow @urfavetheaterkid16 @ill-die-anywaygir

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Theodore Nott was seated at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall, quietly picking at his breakfast while Blaise, Mattheo, and Draco exchanged snide remarks about who’d win in a duel—Draco’s money was on himself, naturally. Theodore tuned them out, the low hum of their voices a comfortable background noise.

And then, you appeared.

“Theodore,” you said, planting your hands on the table right in front of him. He blinked, startled, as you leaned in slightly, your voice as sweet as honey but your tone commanding. “5 PM sharp, Hogsmeade. Meet me by Pippin’s Potions. Don’t be late.”

Before anyone could respond, you slapped a folded piece of parchment onto the table in front of him. “Read this after I leave,” you instructed, your eyes darting briefly to the rest of the table. “Good morning, Blaise, Draco. Pansy, you look lovely as always. Mattheo, you—”

You snagged a piece of toast off Mattheo’s plate with a grin. “Thanks for this,” you added, kissing his forehead in one swift motion and giving his hair a motherly pat. “Don’t forget to eat something other than sugar today, okay?”

Mattheo froze mid-chew, looking both confused and mildly touched. “Uh, okay?”

With a radiant smile that seemed to light up the entire Hall, you straightened up. “Oh, and Theodore?”

He raised an eyebrow, still processing the rapid series of events.

“Bring Enzo,” you said sweetly, then added with a cheerful little shrug, “but tell him to not forget his brain in the dorm this time.”

Blaise let out a bark of laughter, and Draco smirked into his goblet.

You winked at them, spinning on your heel and sauntering out of the Hall with a satisfied bounce in your step.

There was a beat of silence at the table.

“Whipped,” Blaise said under his breath, breaking the stillness.

“I am not whipped,” Theodore replied flatly, though his ears tinged faintly pink.

“Right, because you didn’t just sit there like a lovesick puppy,” Mattheo teased, rubbing the spot where you’d kissed him.

"Mattheo? Go shower.”

“What? Why?” Mattheo frowned, sniffing his shirt. “I just did.”

Theodore rolled his eyes, ignoring his rising irritation. The kiss had been almost motherly, but still—it had been a kiss.

“Leave her alone,” Pansy scolded the boys, though her lips twitched with amusement. “At least she’s got some sense to keep you idiots in line.”

Theodore sighed, unfolding the parchment with a mix of curiosity and dread.

Rules & Regulations (because Theo will inevitably break them):

No speaking Italian in front of me unless you’re teaching me words that aren’t insults.

No calling me cara anymore. I know it means stupid, Theodore. Do better.

Don’t be late.

Remind Lorenzo to bring his brain along this time.

If you have something important to say, say it before we meet, because once we’re there, you won’t get many chances to talk. 😊

Theodore read the list, a slow smile creeping across his face. Blaise leaned over his shoulder, his brows furrowing as he skimmed the parchment.

“That’s... not a love letter,” Blaise noted, sounding almost disappointed.

“No,” Theodore said, his tone softer than usual as he folded the paper neatly. “But I think I love her anyway.”

“Didn’t she basically call you stupid?” Draco asked, smirking.

“Yeah,” Theodore replied, his lips quirking up. “And she’s not wrong.”

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Theodore was leaning casually against the stone arch of the Hogsmeade entrance, hands stuffed in his pockets, watching you tap your foot impatiently. You stood a few steps ahead of him, arms crossed, your eyes fixed on the road as though sheer force of will could summon Lorenzo out of thin air.

“You know,” Theodore started, his voice breaking the silence, “I did tell him. Repeatedly. In fact, I told him yesterday after class. And this morning at breakfast. And in the common room before lunch. Honestly, I don’t know why he’s late. Maybe he got caught up in one of his ridiculous—”

You raised an eyebrow but didn’t look at him. “Mhm.”

“—because, really, it’s not that difficult to be on time,” he continued, not catching your tone. “We’ve been doing this for weeks now, and you’d think Enzo would’ve picked up on the concept of punctuality. But no, apparently it’s beyond him. He’s probably—”

“Theo, sweetheart, shut up.”

His words faltered, and he blinked at you. “What?”

You finally turned to face him, your exasperation tempered by a small, amused smile. “You’re rambling.”

He frowned, his mouth opening as though to protest, but instead, he muttered something in Italian under his breath.

“What was that?” you asked, narrowing your eyes suspiciously.

“Nothing,” he replied, looking anywhere but at you.

You huffed, poking his chest lightly with your finger. “You know, one of these days, I’m going to learn Italian and not tell you. And when I catch you saying whatever it is you’re always muttering, you’re done for.”

He smirked faintly. “Sure, sure. Can’t wait.”

You scowled, though the corners of your mouth twitched. “That’s exactly what you’d say if you didn’t believe me.”

Theodore shrugged, but the glint in his eyes gave him away.

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Half an hour passed, and Lorenzo was still nowhere to be seen. Your foot-tapping evolved into pacing, and Theodore, to his credit, stood there in silence, seemingly resigned to his fate.

Finally, you threw your hands up in frustration. “That’s it. We’re leaving without him.”

“You sure?” Theodore asked, pushing off the wall.

“Yes, I’m sure,” you said, already marching down the path toward Hogsmeade. “He can catch up if he feels like it, but I’m not wasting another second standing here like a fool.”

Theodore fell into step beside you, his strides longer and more relaxed than your determined pace. “You’re taking this a bit personally, aren’t you?”

You shot him a look. “If Lorenzo shows up and you defend him, I’m taking back your talking privileges.”

He smirked but wisely said nothing.

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The little bell above the door of Pippin’s Potions chimed as you pushed it open, stepping into the warmly lit shop. The air was rich with the scent of herbs, spices, and something faintly acidic. Shelves lined with neatly labeled vials and jars stretched up to the ceiling, and you practically beamed as you stepped inside.

Theodore followed at a leisurely pace, his hands tucked into his pockets, his gaze lazily drifting over the shelves. “You’ve been looking forward to this all week, haven’t you?”

“Obviously,” you said, already moving toward a shelf filled with shimmering, color-coded potions. “This place is like heaven for potion nerds like me. Look at this one!” You picked up a small vial of glowing blue liquid. “Restorative Draught—perfect for replenishing magical stamina. And this!” You grabbed another bottle, this one swirling with iridescent silver. “Mood Potion! Changes your mood based on whatever you need. Isn’t it amazing?”

Theodore raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think you need that. You’re already a walking Mood Potion.”

You shot him a glare. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you’ve got enough energy for five people,” he replied smoothly, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Flattery will get you nowhere, Nott,” you quipped, putting the potion back on the shelf.

“Wasn’t trying to flatter you,” he said, following you as you moved to another section. “Merely an observation.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t bother arguing. Instead, you picked up a jar filled with tiny, glittering leaves. “Moondew. Isn’t it beautiful? It only blooms once every hundred years.”

“Fascinating,” Theodore said dryly, leaning against the shelf as you examined it.

“You could at least pretend to care,” you said, putting the jar back. “What if I discover the next great potion recipe and name it after you? ‘Nott’s Notorious Brew.’ Has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”

He smirked, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “If it’s going to have my name on it, it had better be something impressive.”

“Of course,” you said, grabbing another vial and holding it up dramatically. “A potion so powerful, it’ll make anyone who drinks it fall madly in love with me.”

Theodore blinked, momentarily thrown off. “You don’t need a potion for that,” he muttered under his breath.

“What was that?” you asked, tilting your head.

“Nothing,” he said quickly, straightening up. “What’s next on your list?”

You grinned, reaching into your bag to pull out your meticulously crafted shopping list. “Everything,” you declared, waving it in the air.

Theodore groaned. “I should’ve known.”

“Don’t complain,” you said with a wink, moving to the next shelf. “You signed up for this when you agreed to work with me.”

He followed, shaking his head but unable to hide the small smile tugging at his lips. “Pretty sure I didn’t agree to anything.”

“Too late now,” you chirped, grabbing a bottle of Elixir to Induce Euphoria. “Now, help me find powdered griffin claw, would you?”

“Yes, boss,” Theodore said, the smirk firmly back in place as he wandered off.

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You stopped in front of the glass case holding some of the shop’s most coveted potions. Felix Felicis gleamed like liquid gold, swirling enticingly in its tiny vial. Next to it sat a bottle of Amortentia, the infamous love potion, its surface shimmering like a kaleidoscope of mother-of-pearl.

“Felix Felicis,” you breathed, pointing at the tiny vial of shimmering gold liquid. “Liquid luck. Imagine how much easier this project would be if we had some of that.”

Theodore raised an eyebrow. “You mean imagine how much you would abuse it.”

“Excuse you,” you said, pretending to be offended. “I am a paragon of self-control.”

He snorted. “You spilled ink all over your notes yesterday because you got distracted by a butterfly outside the window.”

“It was a beautiful butterfly,” you shot back, before turning your attention to the next potion. “Amortentia,” you said, your voice dropping to a playful whisper. “The most powerful love potion in the world. Smells like what you’re most attracted to. Care to take a whiff, Theo?”

“Pass,” he said immediately, his tone dry.

“Oh, come on,” you teased, leaning closer to the display. “What are you so afraid of? Smelling your deepest desires? Or finding out it’s something embarrassing, like broom polish and... I don’t know, mint toothpaste?”

“Broom polish?” he repeated, his expression incredulous. “What do you think I am, a Quidditch fanatic?”

You grinned, but your attention shifted back to the potion. Its mother-of-pearl sheen swirled hypnotically, and you found yourself leaning in closer, unable to resist. As the subtle, alluring fragrance hit you, your banter faltered.

Then the scent hit you. It was intoxicating, warm, and utterly unexpected—a blend of fresh parchment, something woodsy and clean like cedar, and… spearmint?

You shook it off as you quickly straightened up and turned back to Theodore. “Your turn.”

“No,” he said firmly, his hands shoved deep into his pockets.

“Oh, come on,” you whined, lightly nudging his arm. “Don’t be such a spoil-sport.”

“I’m not,” he said, avoiding your gaze. “I just don’t see the point.”

“The point is curiosity, Theo,” you insisted, pouting. “What are you so afraid of? Finding out you’re actually in love with—”

He cut you off with a sharp glare, his ears turning slightly pink. “It’s nothing,” he said quickly, his voice lower than usual.

You frowned, confused by his sudden shift in demeanor. “Nothing? That’s kind of boring,” you said, your disappointment slipping out before you could stop it. You didn’t understand why it bothered you—why you felt let down that he wasn’t sharing whatever his “nothing” was.

Shaking off the strange pang, you plastered on a grin. “Fine, be mysterious. I’ll just pester Lorenzo about it later,” you said, turning away and heading toward another shelf. “Now, let’s go find something useful, like powdered billywig stings. And don’t you dare start complaining.”

Theodore trailed after you, his usual smirk subdued as he watched your back, the faintest trace of regret flickering in his expression. But when you turned to glare at him for dragging his feet, he quickly schooled his face into indifference, shoving his hands deeper into his pockets and muttering, “Yes, ma'am.”

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As you wandered further into the shop, you found yourself drifting toward a large window. The warm sunlight spilled through, casting golden patches across the wooden floor. You peered outside absently, but your eyes widened when they landed on a familiar figure.

“Is that…” You squinted, leaning closer to the glass. “Is that Lorenzo?”

Theodore, who had been silently trailing after you, looked up from a shelf of powdered ingredients. “What are you—”

Without a second thought, you grabbed his hand, dragging him toward the window.

“I’m not going to—” Theodore started, but you cut him off by shoving him right in front of the glass.

“Look!” you hissed, pointing through the window. “That’s definitely Lorenzo. And who’s that with him? A girl?”

Theodore frowned, staring outside where Lorenzo stood, laughing easily with a girl who seemed thoroughly charmed by whatever nonsense he was undoubtedly spouting.

“I mean, what is he even doing?” you rambled, your voice climbing. “He was supposed to meet us here ages ago, and instead he’s out there gallivanting around like he doesn’t have a care in the world! I told him 5 p.m. sharp, Theo. Sharp! Does he not know what sharp means? He probably doesn’t—honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised. And who is she? Some girl he’s charmed into—”

“Would you excuse me?” Theodore interrupted smoothly, his tone calm but edged with irritation.

You blinked, startled by his sudden interjection. “What?”

Before you could get another word out, Theodore was already heading for the shop’s exit, his strides purposeful.

“Wait, where are you going?” you called after him, your words trailing uselessly as he disappeared through the door.

You crossed your arms, muttering under your breath.

“Lorenzo Berkshire, you better have the most spectacular excuse.”

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Unable to resist your curiosity (or temper), you marched out of Pippin’s Potions and straight toward the scene outside. As you approached, the girl Lorenzo was talking to looked up, her expression shifting from startled to delighted when she saw you.

“Oh, hi!” you greeted her warmly, your sunny disposition kicking in despite your bubbling frustration. “I love your shoes! Where did you get them? They’re adorable.”

The girl smiled shyly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Oh, um, thank you! I got them in a little shop in Diagon Alley.”

“Of course you did,” you said, beaming. “Diagon Alley has the best hidden gems. Anyway, sorry to interrupt! I just need to have a quick word with my very late friend over here.”

You turned sharply toward Lorenzo, hands on your hips, clearly gearing up for an earful. “Lorenzo Berkshire, do you have any idea how long Theo and I have been waiting—”

Before you could launch into your tirade, Theodore stepped in front of you, cutting you off.

“Just one moment,” he said, his voice firm but polite.

You blinked, caught off guard as he turned to Lorenzo, switching effortlessly to Italian.

“Perché sei qui fuori con lei?” Theodore demanded, his tone sharp but quiet enough to avoid drawing the girl’s attention. (Why are you out here with her?)

Lorenzo smirked, shrugging casually. “Volevo dare a te e alla signora un po' di tempo da soli.” (I wanted to give you and the missus some alone time.)

Theodore’s jaw clenched, his irritation evident. “Non è il momento per le tue sciocchezze. Siamo qui per un progetto, Enzo.” (This is not the time for your nonsense. We’re here for a project, Enzo.)

Meanwhile, completely oblivious to their conversation, you turned back to the girl, your frustration momentarily forgotten. “So, are you two friends?” you asked her brightly.

“Oh, um, not exactly,” she replied, glancing nervously at the boys. “He just… started talking to me while I was waiting for my friends.”

You nodded, smiling sympathetically. “That sounds like Lorenzo. He could charm the whiskers off a Kneazle.”

The girl giggled, relaxing under your friendly chatter. “Is he always like this?”

“Always,” you said with a mock sigh. “It’s honestly exhausting.”

Meanwhile, Theodore pinched the bridge of his nose as Lorenzo leaned casually against the fence, looking far too amused by the situation.

“Basta con le scuse. Sei in ritardo e ora dobbiamo rimetterci al lavoro.” Theodore snapped, his patience wearing thin. (Enough with the excuses. You’re late, and now we have to get back to work.)

“Calmati, amico,” Lorenzo replied with a grin, glancing between you and Theodore. “Sei geloso perché stavo parlando con qualcun altro?” (Relax, mate. Are you jealous because I was talking to someone else?)

Theodore’s glare darkened. “Non farmi pentire di essere tuo amico.” (Don’t make me regret being your friend.)

You noticed their hushed exchange and turned back toward them, suspicious. “Are you two talking about me in Italian again? Because if you are, I’ll—”

Lorenzo straightened, raising his hands in mock surrender. “We’d never, Sunshine! I was just… apologizing to Theo for being late.”

Theodore muttered something under his breath, and you narrowed your eyes.

“Uh-huh,” you said skeptically. “I’ll believe that when penguins fly.”

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As you waved goodbye to the girl, you turned sharply on your heel and pointed a finger at Lorenzo.

“Don’t think I’m done with you, Berkshire,” you scolded, hands on your hips. “You’re late, you didn’t bring any excuse cake—because that’s a thing now—and you’re out here charming innocent girls when we have a project to save my grade!”

Lorenzo gave you a crooked grin, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Sunshine, I’m pretty sure your grade doesn’t need saving. But I get it. Scold away.”

"-I had to stand in one place for ages like some kind of forgotten statue!”

He grinned. “Well, statues are usually silent, Sunshine. Did you manage that part, or…?”

“Carry this,” you said with annoyance, shoving the bag of potions supplies into his arms. “You’re on bag-carrying duty now. Congratulations.”

With a dramatic huff, you stormed off, the hem of your sundress fluttering in the breeze. Theodore and Lorenzo exchanged a look before following behind you like sheepish children.

But then, just as quickly as you started, you skidded to an abrupt halt. Theodore and Lorenzo, unprepared for your sudden stop, bumped straight into you.

Theodore muttering a soft “Merlin, Amore—” as he stumbled back.

You turned, a frown creasing your brow. “It’s going to rain.”

“What?” Enzo said, looking up at the perfectly sunny sky.

“A raindrop just fell on my cheek!” you declared, pointing dramatically. “Look!”

Theodore’s eyes followed your hand, his gaze lingering not on the sky but on your cheek. The delicate curve of your face was dampened slightly by what you insisted was a raindrop. Your skin glowed in the golden light, and the soft pink hue of your sundress made you look ethereal, like something pulled from the pages of an old love poem.

“Shouldn’t we, I don’t know, get inside then?” Lorenzo suggested, always the voice of practicality.

You whirled on him, horrified. “You might as well curse my entire existence, Enzo!”

“What did I—” Lorenzo began, but you interrupted with a finger pointed to the now-grey sky.

“If it’s going to rain, the last thing we do is run. Rain isn’t an enemy! It’s a gift!”

“A gift that gives you pneumonia,” Lorenzo muttered, earning a glare.

You ignored him completely, twirling in place as the rain soaked your sundress. “Let’s dance!”

Lorenzo snorted. “No, thanks!”

“Buzzkill,” you shot back, waving him off. “Theo, come on!” You grabbed his hand, tugging him into the rain.

“Amore mio, I hate the rain,” he said, though his feet were already moving toward you.

“Not anymore!” you declared, spinning him into the makeshift dance floor of muddy grass and raindrops.

“Theo,” Lorenzo called after him, “you can say no, you know!”

But Theodore didn’t say no. He followed you, his hand warm in yours.

He watched you twirl, your sundress flowing as if it had been made for this very moment. Water clung to your hair and lashes, making you seem otherworldly, like some ethereal creature conjured by the storm itself.

His heart ached in the most confusing, wonderful way as he caught himself staring. You were laughing now, your joy infectious, and he found himself helplessly drawn to you.

You grabbed his hand again, pulling him into a spin with you. “See? Now you don’t hate the rain!”

Theo’s lips quirked up, his voice soft and sincere. “I don’t think I ever really did.”

Lorenzo groaned from the sidelines, drenched but stubbornly avoiding joining. “If you two start reciting poetry or kissing in the rain, I’m leaving.”

You rolled your eyes, grinning. “Oh, relax, Enzo. Live a little!”

You twirled again, oblivious to the way Theo’s eyes followed your every move, his gaze filled with something unspoken and warm, as if you were more than sunshine—you were the entire universe lighting up his world. If rain-soaked afternoons meant watching you glow like this, maybe he didn’t hate the rain after all.

When you twirled again, your dress brushing against him, Theodore caught your hand mid-spin. “Careful, cara,” he said softly, his voice steady despite the chaos around him.

You grinned up at him, cheeks pink from the cold and the exertion. “Don’t call me stupid!”

He chuckled under his breath, his hand still holding yours.

Lorenzo groaned from the sidelines. “I can feel the cavities forming just watching you two!”

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Sneeze. Cough. Sneeze.

This was the pattern going on in your dimly lit Hufflepuff dorm, where you were bundled up under what seemed like every blanket in Hogwarts. Theodore sat beside you, his arms crossed and a faint frown creasing his face.

Lorenzo paced in front of you like a disappointed parent, his hands gesticulating wildly as he launched into yet another scolding. “Sunshine, I told you! I told you this would happen! Dancing in the rain like you’re in some romantic tragedy. And now look—sniffling, sneezing, and coughing up a lung.”

You peeked out from under the blankets, your voice raspy but defiant. “Lorenzo, darling, I had fun. Isn’t that what life is about? Living?” You coughed dramatically for effect, clutching your chest like a martyr. “Though, if this is my end, please promise to put ‘Lived life to the fullest’ on my tombstone.”

Theodore rolled his eyes but leaned forward to adjust the blankets around your shoulders. “You’re not dying, cara. Just stop talking for a second and drink this.” He held out a steaming cup of tea.

You took it, sniffing the air suspiciously. “This doesn’t smell like my usual tea.”

“It’s a potion,” Theodore explained patiently. “It’ll help with your cold.”

You wrinkled your nose. “You poisoned it, didn’t you?”

Lorenzo groaned, throwing his hands up. “Merlin’s beard, Sunshine, you’re impossible! Theodore’s been sitting here for hours taking care of you, and you’re accusing him of murder?”

You sniffled dramatically, giving Lorenzo a pitiful look. “I’m very fragile right now, Lorenzo. Please lower your voice.”

Lorenzo pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m going to lose my mind.”

“Already lost it, Enzo,” you muttered, sipping the potion. You gagged. “This is definitely poison.”

Theodore smirked faintly, settling back in his chair. “If it were poison, you wouldn’t be talking right now, would you?”

You glared at him but were too tired to come up with a retort. Instead, you flopped back against the pillows with an exaggerated sigh.

“I’ll say this again,” Lorenzo started, resuming his pacing. “You need to stop acting like a reckless five-year-old. Who in their right mind dances in the rain without a coat?”

“Me,” you replied sweetly, batting your eyelashes at him. “Aren’t I charming?”

“Annoying,” Lorenzo corrected.

You gave a mock gasp, clutching your chest. “How could you? After all the joy I bring into your life?”

Theodore shook his head, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he watched you and Lorenzo bicker.

Finally, you turned to Theodore with a mock whine. “Theo, make Lorenzo go away. He’s upsetting my delicate constitution.”

Theodore looked at Lorenzo, deadpan. “You heard her. Out.”

“Seriously?” Lorenzo protested, pointing at you. “She’s the one who danced in the rain like a lunatic!”

“Out, Lorenzo,” Theodore repeated, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Lorenzo sighed dramatically, grabbing his coat. “Fine, but don’t come crying to me when she starts pestering you with her nonsense.” He turned to you on his way out, smirking. “Get well soon, Sunshine. Hogwarts wouldn’t be the same without your dramatics.”

You waved weakly, a smirk on your lips. “Don’t miss me too much, Enzo.”

When the door shut behind him, the room fell quiet. Theodore leaned back in his chair, glancing at you.

“Happy now?”

You grinned up at him. “Ecstatic. Now, nurse Theo, can you pass me another blanket? I think I’m chilling.”

Theodore sighed but grabbed another blanket, draping it over you. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“And yet, here you are,” you teased, your voice softer now.

Theodore didn’t respond, but the faintest blush crept onto his cheeks as he sat back down, resigned to your antics but secretly charmed by every bit of them.

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You curled up under your fortress of blankets, peeking out at Theodore with a dramatic pout. “Theo, can you pass me the biscuits? The ones on the table?”

He didn’t look up from the book he was reading, sitting stiffly in the armchair beside you. “You’ve had three already. You’re supposed to be sick, not snacking like you’re at a feast.”

“But, Theo,” you whined, drawing out his name in that singsong tone you knew annoyed him. “Biscuits are medicinal! Haven’t you heard of biscuit therapy?”

Theodore sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, but he got up anyway, retrieving the biscuits from the table. “You’re a menace,” he muttered, handing the tin to you.

You beamed up at him, cheeks rosy from both the fever and your grin. “Thanks, nurse Theo! You’re my hero.”

“Don’t call me that,” he grumbled, sitting back down and resuming his reading.

You nibbled on a biscuit, watching him from beneath the blanket. “You’re so grumpy, you know that? It’s almost charming. Almost.”

“I’m grumpy because I’m stuck here with you while you demand biscuits and whine about your ‘delicate constitution,’” he replied, turning a page but glancing at you from the corner of his eye.

You placed a hand on your chest, feigning offense. “How dare you? I’m a delight. A ray of sunshine in your dreary, brooding life.”

“Sunshine? More like a hurricane,” he muttered, though there was the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at his lips.

You leaned forward, resting your chin on the edge of the blanket. “Admit it, Theo. You like my company. You wouldn’t still be here if you didn’t.”

He gave you a flat look but didn’t argue, which you took as a victory.

“I knew it!” you exclaimed, a teasing grin spreading across your face. “Deep down, you love my chaotic energy. It balances out your whole ‘silent and moody’ vibe.”

“Keep telling yourself that,” he said dryly, but you caught the way his gaze softened when he looked at you.

You stretched out your hand toward him, waving your fingers. “Hold my hand.”

“What?” He stared at you like you’d just asked him to wear a tutu.

“You’re supposed to be taking care of me,” you said, your voice thick with mock solemnity. “Emotional support is part of that. Now, hold my hand, Theodore.”

He hesitated for a moment but eventually sighed, setting his book down and reaching over to take your hand. His larger hand engulfed yours, and you couldn’t help but smile at how warm it was.

“See?” you said softly, squeezing his hand. “Doesn’t this feel nice? It’s like a bonding exercise. You’re lucky to have me as your emotional support sunshine.”

“I’m starting to regret my life choices,” he muttered, but his grip on your hand stayed firm.

You yawned, snuggling deeper into the blankets. “I think I’m gonna nap now. Keep holding my hand, okay? It’s good for my recovery.”

He didn’t respond, but when you peeked up at him through heavy eyelids, you caught him staring at you with an expression so gentle it made your heart flutter.

“You’re impossible,” he whispered, his thumb brushing over your knuckles.

“And yet,” you murmured, eyes closing as you drifted off, “you’re still here.”

Theodore stayed right where he was, holding your hand long after you’d fallen asleep, wondering how someone so infuriating could feel so utterly irreplaceable.

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You blinked awake, the soft light of late afternoon streaming through the curtains. Your eyes adjusted, and you realized your hand was still cradled in Theodore’s much larger one, his head tilted back against the chair, soft breaths escaping his parted lips.

You stared at him, taking in the sharp line of his jaw, the long lashes that rested against his pale cheeks, and the faint crease between his brows even in sleep. He looked... peaceful. Almost unfairly so.

Why does he have to look like he’s straight out of a portrait even when he’s unconscious? you thought, your own cheeks heating up.

A loud cough interrupted your internal monologue, and you whipped your head around to find Sarah and your three other roommates standing by the door, wide-eyed and grinning like Cheshire cats.

“Care to explain what this is?” Sarah asked, gesturing between you and Theodore, her voice dripping with teasing amusement.

Your face flushed as you yanked your hand away from Theodore’s, causing him to stir slightly but not wake. “This? Oh, this is nothing! Absolutely nothing! He was just... uh... checking my pulse! For medical reasons!”

One of your roommates snorted. “Sure, that’s why he’s been sitting here for hours holding your hand like you’re his dying love in a tragic romance.”

“Don’t be ridiculous!” you huffed, crossing your arms defensively. “Theo? In love with me? Please. He calls me cara!”

Sarah raised an eyebrow. “...And?”

“And that means stupid!” you exclaimed, throwing your hands in the air. “He’s always muttering things under his breath in Italian, probably cursing my very existence! And don’t even get me started on how grumpy he is—he’s always sighing, rolling his eyes, and acting like he’d rather be anywhere else!”

Sarah tilted her head, a strange expression on her face. “Wait, wait, back up. Cara?”

“Yes, cara!” you said, exasperated. “You speak Italian, don’t you? You know it means stupid!”

Before Sarah could reply, Theodore stirred, groggily opening his eyes and blinking at the scene before him. His gaze shifted between you and your roommates, his brows furrowing. “What’s going on?”

The room fell silent for a beat, everyone suddenly hyper-aware of his presence.

“Oh, nothing!” Sarah chirped, her voice unnaturally high-pitched. “We were just... uh... admiring your dedication as a nurse!”

Theodore gave her a blank look before turning his attention to you. “How are you feeling?”

“Like death warmed over,” you muttered, tugging the blanket up to your chin.

Before Theodore could respond, the door burst open, and Lorenzo strolled in, balancing a tray laden with soup, tea, and an assortment of snacks. “Sunshine! How’s my favorite patient?”

You perked up. “You brought food!”

“Of course I did. I’m practically a saint,” Lorenzo said, setting the tray down on the table. His attention shifted to your roommates, and his lips curved into a charming smirk. “Well, hello, ladies. Are you all here to bask in Sunshine’s glow? Or is it my devastating good looks keeping you around?”

You grabbed a pillow and launched it at him, hitting him square in the chest. “Cut it out, Enzo. They’re immune to your nonsense.”

Lorenzo caught the pillow and grinned. “I don’t know, Sunshine. I think I saw a blush or two.”

“More like secondhand embarrassment,” you retorted, rolling your eyes.

As Lorenzo began chatting up your roommates, Theodore leaned closer to you, his voice low. “You’re going to owe me for this,” he murmured, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“For what?” you whispered back.

“For not leaving you alone with Enzo's company,” he replied, his tone teasing but his eyes warm.

You huffed, but your lips twitched into a reluctant smile. “Fine. Add it to my tab.”

Meanwhile, Lorenzo, mid-flirt with Sarah, caught sight of your grin and called out, “Don’t smile too hard, Sunshine! You’ll melt poor Theo’s cold heart.”

Theodore shot him a look. “Out.”

Lorenzo sighed dramatically, grabbing a biscuit from the tray. “Fine, fine. But only because Sunshine looks like she’s about to murder me.” He winked at you as he sauntered out.

Your roommates followed shortly after, leaving you and Theodore in a much quieter room. You looked at him sheepishly. “Thanks for... you know. Putting up with all of that.”

He shrugged, his gaze lingering on you a moment longer than necessary. “I don’t mind.”

And for once, his voice wasn’t teasing—it was soft, almost affectionate. You felt your cheeks heat up again as you buried yourself deeper in the blankets, pretending not to notice.

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birdiewritessometimes · 5 months ago

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ellooo I love your writing smm and I was hoping I could request a Mattheo riddle or Theo Nott x hufflepuff reader (which ever you decide) I feel like you can create a cute fluffy story with either of them being so soft for the reader (or whatever direction you want to take this towards)ㅤ ᵕ̈

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A/N: Hii! Thank you so much for reading my writing and liking it <3 I’m sorry for the wait, I actually started this one before you sent in the request and it fit perfectly together. I’m sorry you had to wait so long for it though but I hope I’m making up for it in length! I shit you not, Archie is based on my cat and he loved toe bean massage! Also I promise I don’t hate Draco he’s just a perfect character to show how the slytherin boys values people I guess. Also, also, Slytherin boys + astronomy tower = <3 Btw its always Cormac who is an annoying ass…

Archie is my first cute little oc, he might make appearances later on in other stories since i love him so much <3

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x Hufflepuff!reader

Themes/warnings: Fluff, fighting, blood, smoking, that’s all I could think of, please let me know if there’s more

Word count: 7500-ish

Please do not copy or translate my work!

The soft rumble of the train could be heard as you walked through the train corridor. You were holding your cat, Archimedes, in your arms. The black cat was comfortably asleep as you searched the compartments for your friends, Hannah Abbott and Megan Jones. The train had just left the station around five minutes ago, yet you can’t seem to find your friends anywhere. Archimedes awoke when you stopped at one compartment to peer inside for your friends. Inside sat a group of boys, known for starting fights, talking back to teachers and just being trouble in general, most students were wary of them. They were in your year, all in Slytherin. In your time at Hogwarts, you had managed to stay clear of their radar. That all came to change the moment Archimedes jumped out of your arms and sneaked into the loud boys’ compartment. Your blood ran cold when you saw him jump up in one of the boys’ lap. You prepared yourself to go in there to apologise but you stopped when you saw how the curly haired boy gently petted Archimedes’ head, a smile on his face.

“Oi, where did that cat come from?” One of the boys, you recognised him as Blaise Zabini, he was known as a flirt, asked. The boy who held your cat in his lap was Mattheo Riddle, he was known as the intimidating, scary boy most people feared. The other two boys were Theodore Nott, the quiet one, and Lorenzo Berkshire, the sweet one in the group. You saw how Lorenzo leaned over to pet Archimedes.

“He is so cute.” He said as he also petted your cat. You saw how Mattheo swatted his hand away a playful frown on his face.

“Hey, he came to me, back of Enzo.” You heard him mutter irritably before continuing to pet Archimedes’ head gently. The scene in front of you made you smile; it almost made you forget who you were staring at. They looked so innocent as they surveyed Archimedes. Mattheo had a soft smile on his face while Lorenzo had a mischievous one, continuously trying to pet him. Theodore was chuckling at the scene while Blaise was grinning widely. Realising the situation you gently knocked on the door before sliding it open so you could stand in the doorway. All four boys snapped their eyes towards you, tearing their eyes from your cat. You cleared your throat awkwardly.

“Hi, uh, I’m sorry, Archimedes, my cat sneaked in here…” You trailed off, feeling more awkward by the second as they just stared at you, Mattheo still petting your very content cat’s head.

“Y/n, right? I didn’t know you had a cat.” Theodore cleared his throat, his eyebrows furrowed. You let out an awkward chuckle, the whole situation made you feel out of place. Like you had intruded and, in some way, you suppose you did. But you didn’t want to lose Archimedes on the train, he was a pain to find again, since he was deaf.

“Yep, since first year.” You confirmed, you could feel an amused smile make its way to your face at the awkward situation. They were looking at you like they have never seen you before, or like you were some sort of alien. Your eyes travelled to the curly haired boy who you’re your cat. He looked like he would rather die than to let you have Archimedes back.

“Y/n? You’re a Hufflepuff right?” Lorenzo asked, giving you a kind smile, probably trying to ease the weird atmosphere, which you returned.

“Yep, also since first year.” You chuckled, making him chuckle too. You saw that the rest of the group smiled at you too, except for Mattheo.

“How do we know you’re telling the truth that he really is yours?” Mattheo asked suspiciously, you let out a chuckle again at him. His eyebrow shifted upwards as he gave you a suspecting look. You nodded at your cat’s collar.

“Check his collar, his name, my name and my address are on there.” You said, now feeling amused at the situation. It seemed like Mattheo was trying to stall giving him back to you. You saw how Mattheo gently checked the tag on Archimedes’ collar, a frown on his face.

“Archimedes, y/n l/n, 71 The Green, London.” He mumbled, a sulking look on his face, this made you let out a giggle. Deciding to tune in with your kindness, that Hufflepuffs valued so much, you decided to let him cuddle Archimedes for the train ride.

“You’re welcome to cuddle him if you’d like, but do you mind if I sit then? I don’t want to lose him.” You said, but you realised your mistake as the words left your mouth. Mattheos eyebrows shot up in a questioning manner.

“No, wait, I didn’t mean that I don’t trust you with him, it’s just that he is, uh, deaf, so I don’t want to leave him on the train.” You rambled, feeling more embarrassed by the second. Mattheo’s face went back to normal, as he didn’t bother to answer you. You saw how Lorenzo and Theodore made space for you to sit next to them, to which you smiled and sat down. You saw how Mattheo lifted your cat, so they were face to face, Archimedes purring loudly.

“So, you’re deaf huh? And you have a silly name.” He muttered to your cat.

“Hey, my son doesn’t have a silly name! It’s cute.” You said defiantly, crossing your arms over your chest. This made the group chuckle and Mattheo to look past Archimedes and at you, an eyebrow raised in mock questioning.

“Damn, I didn’t know that you were a MILF, y/n.” Blaise said, a smirk on his face.

“Yeah- wait- I- no, what?” You stuttered out, completely taken aback by his comment. Mattheo let your cat back down on his lap before he whacked Blaise over the back of the head with a loud ‘smack’.

“Behave.” He muttered irritably.

“Don’t mind Blaise, his mum dropped him on his head when he was a baby.” Theodore mumbled from beside Lorenzo on the stuffy train seat that you now shared. You gave him a grateful smile as a reply before letting out a short laugh at his comment.

“Where did the name Archimedes come from anyways?” Mattheo asked nonchalantly, the question made a blush rise on your cheeks.

“Oh, my favourite film when I was little was the muggle film about king Arthur, it’s called the sword in the stone. Well, Merlin’s owl was called Archimedes in the movie, and I thought it was cute.” You explained which earned you a chuckle from the group.

“So not even like from the famous muggle guy? But like from a film?” Lorenzo said, a teasing tone in his voice. The question made you let out an embarrassed chuckle.

“Well, I was never into maths when I was little, just magic I guess, I failed maths every year I had to take it in muggle school.” You shrugged, not even thinking about the confession you just made.

“So, you’re muggleborn?” Theodore asked lightly, but the question was loaded, considering what some people, mostly Slytherins, thought about muggleborns. You felt slightly nervous due to the fact that you know whose son sat in front of you. Now you have never heard him utter as much as one bad word against muggleborns, but he did surround himself with pureblood wizards.

“Uh, yeah, that a problem?” You asked, suspicion in your voice at the question. Theodore must have realised his mistake because his eyes widened in panic.

“Wait, no, of course not, we don’t care, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean the question like that.” He apologised.

“Don’t worry, we’re not like Malfoy, we don’t care who your family is.” Lorenzo added, a gentle smile on his face. You looked at Blaise and Mattheo who nodded, a gentle expression on Mattheo’s face. It took you aback at first before a small smile broke out on your face.

“Good, because I think we will see a lot more of each other.” You said, brightness back in your voice. The boys gave you a look of confusion.

“Because Archimedes obviously likes you.” You said as a matter of fact, an answer to their questioning looks. They let out a chuckle and hummed in agreement. The boys then started talking about their summers on the ride back to school. They discussed what they did during summer and the excitement for the quidditch season to begin. At one point Blaise asked you to switch places, Lorenzo and Theodore was going to show him pictures from the national quidditch match that they went to during the summer. As you sat next to Mattheo you could feel his cologne hit your nose, he smelled rich with a hint of cigarettes and mint. Archimedes was asleep on his lap, but when you sat down your cat stretched out, so he was laying on his side and had one paw on your leg. With a small smile you massaged his paw. You heard Mattheo let out a chuckle making you look up at him. He was looking at your cat, amusement in his eyes.

“He is really something isn’t he?” He muttered as he stroked the sleek black fur on Archimedes side. His silver rings contrasting against the dark fur on your cat.

“He is the best.” You answered softly as your eyes shifted from his face to his warm brown eyes. You had never really realised how attractive he was before. But when he had this soft half smile on his face and that soft look in his eyes when he looked at Archimedes made you realise why half the female population at school have or at least have had a crush on him. His eyes snapped to yours as you were studying his face. A crease appeared between his eyebrows as he surveyed you.

“You’re not scared of me.” It wasn’t a question. His statement made you smile, because if someone asked you how you felt about Mattheo before this you would’ve said that he made you nervous at least. But now he didn’t. You shook your head at his question.

“Why, should I be?” You asked in a teasing voice. You saw a teasing smile, an actual full smile, make its way onto his face.

“I don’t think so, but then that wouldn’t go with the whole 'scary aura' I have going on.” He answered with a small chuckle. He did quotation marks around the two words most of the student body used to describe him. You could feel a grin break out on your face at his smile.

“So, he can smile.” You teased, what gave you the confidence you don’t know, maybe it was the relaxed atmosphere in his group of friends or was it just the fact that he smiled at you. It was a testament to the fact that he wasn’t always scary or serious.

“Shut up.” He muttered as he tried to supress his smile, but to no avail.

“Oh, I’m afraid I can’t do that. You’ll notice if you get to know me that I am a yapper, I yap about everything.” You beamed up at him. He let out a chuckle at that.

“Really, about everything huh?” He asked, a smirk on his face to which you let out a small laugh.

“Yeah, everything, like the fact that cats are obviously so much better than owls, and that quidditch is a weird sport and that my favourite colour is copper, that my favourite condiment is ketchup, and, oh you’re laughing at me, but I can go on all night.” You giggled as Mattheo let out a chuckle at your ramble.

“Wait, you think quidditch is weird?” He realised what you had rambled about, you nodded at his question.

“Why?” he asked, a puzzled look on his face. The two of you were so engrossed in your conversation that you stopped noticing what the others talked about, they had switched their topic to the two of you.

“What do you recon? I think he likes her.” Blaise muttered to Lorenzo who was sitting in the middle.

“She obviously likes him, look at how she is looking at him.” Lorenzo added.

“Do you think the cat knows something about this, I mean he led her to him in the first place?” Theodore asked suspiciously. At that moment Archimedes lifted his head from Mattheo’s hand, just as if he had heard him, and blinked slowly at the three boys on the seat opposite him.

“No fucking way.” Blaise said to which Lorenzo and Theodore nodded stunned.

“What’s not weird about quidditch?” You asked at the same time as the conversation between the other took place.

“What’s weird about it?” Mattheo countered.

“It’s a sport you play on broomsticks, it has no time limit, you beat balls at each other, come on Mattheo, you have to admit that that’s weird.” You gestured as you tried to get your point across.

“Oh, I think that’s perfectly normal.” He argued which made you let out a laugh.

“You’re only saying that for the arguments sake.” You said with a laugh, Mattheo let out a laugh of his own at this.

“Are we having our first argument as friends?” He asked, a teasing note in his voice.

“Hmm, I don’t know, are we friends?” You teased back. Mattheo reacted to this by placing his hand over where his heart is, in mock hurt.

“You wound me, love.” You felt a blush rise to your cheeks in record time at the nickname.

“I- uh, what?” You let out in your flustered state as your eyes shifted from his to your cat that still laid in his lap. You felt a finger poke your cheek.

“You’re cute when you blush, princess.” He said, really stressing the princess-part. You swatted his finger away, despite your flustered state.

“Oh, shut up Mattheo.” You laughed and what you didn’t see, but the three boys opposite you in the compartment noticed was the gentle smile on Mattheo’s face as he watched you laugh. It was softer than it usually was. The cold stare and frown that his face usually consisted of were replaced by a soft smile and gentle eyes. The same look he had when he saw Archimedes for the first time just hours ago. Time went by quickly on the Hogwarts express and before you knew it you found yourself on the platform moving along with the boys towards the carriages. As you walked, Archimedes in your arms once again, you tried looking for your two friends. You couldn’t see them anywhere on the platform. You felt an arm around your body as you walked, you looked to the side and found Mattheo by your side, leading you through the crowd to follow his friends.

“Come on, you can find your friends at the castle, when there isn’t that much chaos.” He muttered in your ear. You felt the blush rise to your cheeks once again, this time because of his proximity. Before you knew it you reached the carriages and you felt Mattheo’s warm hand on your back as you climbed up the small steps, Archimedes still in your arms. You felt hot, despite the cold evening air that swept around you.

“You okay y/n?” Theodore asked when he saw your face. The carriage started moving towards the castle after Mattheo had entered.

“Yeah, you look a bit red, are you cold?” Lorenzo asked, genuine concern on his face. If he only knew that you were feeling everything but cold. You dared to take a peak at Mattheo who was wearing a small smirk on his face.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You cleared your throat and directed a grateful smile at Theodore and Lorenzo before directing a glare at Mattheo, who sent you a wink in return. The rest of the ride up to the castle consisted of the boys talking loudly with each other. Playful insults and banter were thrown around along with the occasional joke which made the atmosphere lively and fun. As the carriage came to a stop before the entrance the boys all got out. When it was your turn you saw that Mattheo was standing by the entrance, ready to help you down. You sent him a grateful smile but before you could even as much as take a step down, he had grabbed you around the waist and swiftly lifted you down to the ground leaving you speechless. You could hear how the others tried to keep in their laughter as they saw your stunned face.

“I- they- they should call you the flirty one, not Blaise!” You let out when you came back to your senses, this was the thing that made the others burst out laughing, Mattheo full on grinning at you.

“What? I’m just being friendly.” Mattheo said innocently making you roll your eyes playfully.

“Oh, shut up, darling.” You said the pet name sarcastically before you slowly started to make your way into the castle, leaving the boys outside.

“See you later, love!” Mattheo shouted after you, a grin on his face, his friends still chuckling. When you entered the castle, you let Archimedes go to do some exploring, knowing that he will always be in your bed by night. You entered the great hall and saw the usual enchanted ceiling that hovered over the four house tables. The Hufflepuff one was one of the tables in the middle, next to the Slytherin table on the left and the Ravenclaw table on the right. Right next to the Ravenclaw table was the Gryffindor table. You found your friends; they were seated in the middle of the table. You ran over to them with excitement as they stood up and embraced you in a group hug. Hannah was on the Hufflepuff quidditch team as you and Megan chose to focus more on your academics. Not that Hannah wasn’t good in school, she was brilliant, she just chose to focus more on sports. The three of you sat down and caught up with each other, about how your summers were and what subjects you were excited about. After the sorting you talked, laughed and ate with your friends, completely forgetting to fill them in on your train ride here. With your bellies full you and your friends made your way down to the Hufflepuff common room and to your dorms. You were quiet with tiredness as you got ready for bed. You were out before your head even hit the pillow, Archimedes comfortably asleep on the extra pillow on your bed by your head.

The first day back went by quickly and before you knew it you were doing your homework in the great hall with Hannah and Megan as you waited for dinner. Archimedes were sitting on the bench next to you, extremely interested in the movements of your quill. You were working on an essay for defence against the dark arts, two rolls of parchment on how to identify and protect yourself from a kelpie, a water demon who looks like a horse. While you were thinking of how to write your next paragraph you looked up from your work. Your eyes searched the room, like they seemed to do automatically since you’ve been back, until they met the copper brown eyes of Mattheo. You have found yourself looking for him in every room you entered since you met him. You sat there looking at each other for a moment. You sent him a soft smile, which he replied with one of his soft looks. You felt a blush rise to your cheek as you broke your eye contact, just after you saw the slight smirk on his face. It seemed like Archimedes noticed Mattheo too, because with a sound that sounded like a pigeon he jumped off the bench and dashed over to Mattheo and his friends. You smiled when you saw how your cat head butted Mattheo’s arm, begging for attention. You saw how Mattheo smiled and lifted your cat up on the table so he could pet him easier while he talked to his friends. Archimedes looked at you for a long while before curling up in front of Mattheo.

Over the next couple of days you noticed that whenever Mattheo was close by Archimedes would run to him, begging for attention. All while staring at you. You assumed it was because he really liked the boy, but you couldn’t lie, it hurt a little that the cat you nursed since he was a kitten chose a boy he had just met over you. It was Friday night, after dinner, you were relaxing in your dorm when your cat tried to get you to follow him, so you did. Archimedes was walking hurriedly along the corridors of the castle. He was leading you up multiple stairs, through passageways and along corridors. Soon enough you found yourself at the foot of the stairs that led up to the astronomy tower. You looked suspiciously at your cat who had started to climb the stairs.

“Archie, are you sure about this? It feels like you’re trying to trick me.” You muttered but started to walk up the stairs anyway. You followed your cat up the stairs in silence but when you neared the top Archimedes started running up the stairs.

“Archie, wait!” You shouted, as if he could hear you. When you reached the top of the stairs you stopped. There was Mattheo standing by the rail, curls windswept, looking cozy in a sweater and your cat was stroking his body along his legs. Mattheo was smoking a cigarette as he looked at your cat stunned, before shifting his eyes to you.

“How did he know I was here?” He asked you, confusion in his voice. You looked at him bewildered.

“I have no idea; he dragged me out of my dorm for this.” You said, confusion in your voice too. Mattheo beckoned you to come closer and your body moved before you could think.

“Could you hold this for me?” He asked as he stuck his cigarette out for you to hold. You took it awkwardly and held it between your index and thumb as Mattheo removed his sweatshirt. You saw how he folded up the material and placed it by the castle wall. In an instant Archimedes was lying on it, looking extremely content. You felt a soft smile form on your face when you watched how the boy cared for your cat.

“You didn’t have to do that.” You said softly as you stared at the boy in front of you. He let out a chuckle as he took his cigarette back.

“I take it that you don’t know that your cat seems to be obsessed with my sweaters, I’ve found him in my sweatshirt drawer like three times this week.” He said with a chuckle. You let out a startled laugh

“What? No, I didn’t know, I’m so sorry Mattheo, I don’t know what has gotten into him.” You said apologetically. Mattheo waved your apology away.

“Don’t worry about it, I’m quite fond of him.” He admitted.

“Yeah, I’ve noticed…” You muttered, reminded of the fact that your cat seemed to have a new favourite person. Mattheo raised an eyebrow as he took a drag of his cigarette, a silent question in the air.

“It’s just, he seems to be obsessed with you, and it hurts because I was the one who fed him with a bottle when he was a kitten.” You let out with a pout. Mattheo let out a laugh before throwing his arm over your shoulders, dragging you into him. You didn’t register what was happening as he squeezed you, sort of like a half hug, but with your face in his chest. His warmth surrounded you along with the scent of his cologne mixed with the smoke from the cigarette.

“I’m sure he loves you the most, you’re still his mum you know.” Mattheo said softly, his arm still around your shoulders, holding you close. You looked up at him with big eyes, he had a small smirk on his handsome face as he took another drag of the cigarette. Your eyes travelled down to his hand and then down his exposed arm. That’s when you noticed the goosebumps on his skin and your eyes snapped back to his.

“Is the reason why you’re holding me like this because you’re cold?” You asked suspiciously. Mattheo let out a startled chuckle.

“What, no? You looked cold, so I thought you would like a hug.” He said, his voice slightly higher than his usual smooth voice.

“Liar!” You said, a laugh escaping you as you pointed an accusing finger at him. He put out his cigarette, tossing the butt over the railing before letting both of his hands find your waist inside the zip up hoodie you were wearing while letting out a chuckle.

“I’m not! Now you seemed to enjoy this last time.” He said, his voice smooth as he looked straight in your eyes. He was obviously hinting at when he ‘helped’ you down from the carriage, you were determined to not fold this time.

“Don’t try to deflect this to me, Mattheo.” You said, a grin on your face, you saw how a smile appeared on his face too. Your hands found their place on his chest as the two of you stood there, smiling at each other. If you thought about it, it was kind of weird, you had only known each other for a week, but then again you have been classmates since first year so maybe it wasn’t that weird that you now stood here, in his embrace, staring up in his beautiful copper-like eyes.

“You know, Theo said something that sounded something along the ramblings of a mad man the other day when we found Archimedes in my room.” He said lowly, careful not to ruin the moment.

“What did he say?” You breathed out.

“He said that your cat was trying to get us together.” He mumbled, his eyes flicking from your eyes to your lips briefly. Your breath got caught in your throat for a moment, before his eyes met yours again.

“You’re right, he did sound like a mad man.” You mumbled back, your own eyes wandering his beautiful face. Because if you had to describe him with one word it had to be beautiful. Your eyes wandered from his eyes to the scar on his nose, to his pink lips, to his jaw, back to his eyes, paying extra attention to the scar that ran across his eyebrow. You felt breathless as the wind carried his cologne to your nose, the smell of cigarettes intensified from the one he just had. You felt how his hand traced shapes on your back, right over the fabric of your sleepshirt and you thought your brain stopped working for a moment.

“Theo didn’t sound like a mad man, Theo was right.” The voice of none other than Theodore broke the spell between the two of you, both of you jumped back, as if you were burned, “Please tell me that you guys saw that?” Theo asked Lorenzo and Blaise who was standing beside him at the top of the stairs.

“Yep.” Lorenzo said.

“Clear as day.” Blaise added before looking around, “And look, Archimedes is here, what a coincidence.” He added sarcastically.

“You guys sound very paranoid; he is just a normal cat.” You said with a laugh, after you had collected yourself from what ever had been going on with you and Mattheo. You leaned against the cold railing on the astronomy tower.

“You don’t think it’s a little weird how obsessed he is with Mattheo?” Lorenzo asked, an eyebrow raised.

“Hey, what do I know, maybe he likes his energy, or I don’t know, his cologne maybe, it is good by the way,” you added, nodding to Mattheo who chuckled, “or he is just a weird cat who makes weird decisions.” You shrugged. The three boys looked at you for a moment in silence.

“Nah!” They all let out making you giggle.

“So, you would rather believe that he is some magical matchmaker?” You asked, disbelief mixed with amusement laced your voice. You heard Mattheo chuckle from beside you. The response consisted of various agreeing mumbles.

“So, what were you two doing before we came here?” Blaise asked while wiggling his eyebrows at the two of you. You felt a blush rise to your cheeks in embarrassment, because what were you doing? What would’ve happened if you weren’t interrupted? The thoughts made your blush intensify.

“I- we- we were, uh… oh look at the time, I got to get to bed, we have class tomorrow.” You rambled while going to pick up Archimedes and get out of there, the embarrassment filling you up. You heard chuckles and when you turned to walk away you came face to chest with Mattheo.

“Now where are you going, princess?” He asked, a teasing smirk on his face.

“Uh, to bed?” It came out like a question more than an answer.

“I bet Mattheo would die to join her.” You heard Blaise mutter to the others who burst out in quiet laughter. If Mattheo heard him, he didn’t let on. You bit your lower lip, as an attempt to stifle the embarrassment but also the giddiness you were feeling.

“Darling, it’s Friday, we don’t have class tomorrow.” He said slowly, his smirk growing into a whole grin when he saw that it dawned on you. You heard the others chuckling loudly at you, making you send a glare at them. They stopped laughing as they put their hands up in mock surrender. You nodded at Mattheo and put Archimedes down on Mattheo’s sweatshirt again. You ended up staying with them for a while, after the embarrassment subdued. You noticed that if you weren’t counting Mattheo, you had the most in common with Theo. Despite him thinking that your cat was some magical match maker. They were all really funny and you were really grateful for being able to see this side of them. You and Theo would gang up on Mattheo, poking fun at him through the night, Enzo and Blaise joining in from time to time. After a couple of hours, you started to feel tired, Archimedes had moved from the spot in Mattheo’s sweater to your lap, making you feel loved by your cat again. Mattheo bumped your shoulder when you stifled your like 10th yawn for the evening. You looked at him with a small smile before looking around at the others.

“I’m sorry boys, I’m too tired,” you yawned, “I’m going to bed.” You said with a sleepy smile on your face. They nodded understandingly. You stood up, Archimedes was asleep in your arms, like usual. The boys all said their various ‘good nights’ to you, but Mattheo rose to his feet and followed you to the stairs. You stopped at the top of the stairs.

“You don’t have to walk me back, I’ll manage.” You smiled at the boy before you as you placed what you thought to be a grateful hand on his arm. Mattheo looked like he wanted to say something, balling his hand into a fist before releasing it again and again. You furrowed your eyebrows in concern.

“Are you okay, Mattheo?” You asked gently. He let out a breath before looking you directly in the eye.

“Yeah,” he let out another breath, “just get back safe, okay?” He said before letting his hand brush a strand of hair behind your ear. His hand rested on the side of you neck before he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on your forehead, right by your hairline. You think your brain stopped working and your heart went into overdrive. You stared at him with wide eyes, a blush dusting your cheeks from his actions. He was watching you intently for any sign of discomfort. His large, warm hand, calloused from quidditch, was still resting on the side of your neck. He could no doubt feel your rapid pulse. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding when you finally came to it. You gave him a small smile.

“Yeah, good night.” You let out softly, the smile still on your face. You noticed that a similar smile made its way onto his face as well as he muttered a ‘good night’ back before you started to descend the stairs and make your way back to your dorm. You fell asleep thinking of him, Archimedes sleeping soundly on the pillow next to you. Over the next couple of weeks you realised that the feelings you had for Mattheo weren’t exactly as platonic as you thought they were in the beginning. You had started to hang out with the notorious boys more. You realised that you had developed a crush on the boy one night when the two of you were hanging out in the astronomy tower. The others hadn’t shown up yet, Archimedes were sleeping on the extra sweater Mattheo had brought for him, and you were sitting next to each other, shoulders touching, as he smoked his cigarette. You were joking about Cormac McLaggen, the older Gryffindor had a pompous air about him which the two of you found hilarious.

“And he thinks he’s so much better than everyone, god, I hate him.” Mattheo laughed to which you were laughing along.

“Also, that he totally turns into a douche if you reject him.” You gossiped.

“Really?” Mattheo asked in disbelief.

“Yeah, he asked my friend Megan out last year, she very politely declined, and he called her a bitch and stormed off.” You explained. You saw how Mattheo looked at you with a look between disbelief and irritation.

“He is such a tool, I wish I had a reason to kick his ass.” Mattheo muttered irritably. You let out a chuckle and turned your body fully to him, grabbing his face between your hands, slightly squishing it. His face made you let out a giggle.

“Hey, no need to fight him when you’re already better than him.” You giggled before letting go of his face. You saw a small smile on his face before he took another drag of his cigarette. This was the moment you realised, you liked him more than a friend. Little did you know that about a week after this Mattheo had gotten a reason to kick Cormac’s ass. You were walking with Hannah and Megan to lunch, it was a Friday, now early November. The castle was chilly, and the grounds wet from all the rain. Hufflepuff had beaten Ravenclaw in the first quidditch match a couple of weeks ago. Archimedes had found you while you were walking, and you had scoped your cat up in your arms. When you rounded a corner and into another corridor Cormac stopped you.

“Hi, y/n, do you have a second?” He had asked.

“Yeah,” you turned to your friends, “I’ll see you guys in lunch.” You told them, you assumed he wanted help with herbology, since you had a particular knack for the subject. You turned to Cormac with a smile but before you could say anything Archimedes leapt out of your arms and dashed around the corner you just came from.

“How can I help you, Cormac?” You asked kindly, even if you’d just made fun of him with Mattheo some time ago. He stepped closer to you, closer than comfortable. His strong, overpowering cologne hit your nose, almost making you sneeze.

“What do you say, how about a date? I can take you to Hogsmeade before taking you back to my dorm.” He wiggled his eyebrows. You tried your best not to make a face at his sleazy attempt at asking you out on a date.

“No, I’m sorry Cormac-”

“Come on, it will be worth your while, I’ve heard I’m a very good date.” He pressed on, stepping even closer to you, making your take a step back.

“She said no.” The voice of Mattheo startled you. He was staring Cormac down, his look dangerous. By his feet was no other than Archimedes. You scoped you cat up agian as you shifted your attention back to the tense situation before you. Mattheo looked scary, almost dangerous like this. His fist clenched, his eyes focused on Cormac, like he was some prey, he was clenching and unclenching his jaw.

“Look man,” Cormac lightly clapped Mattheo on his arm before continuing, “this has nothing to do with you, so how about you move along, huh?” what a brave man, you thought because Mattheo’s whole face darkened at this.

“What’s so hard to understand about the word ‘no’?” Mattheo asked, his voice cold and hard. You heard footsteps round the corner and cast a quick look behind you. It was Blaise, Theo and Enzo. It made you feel a bit better. You gently placed a hand on Mattheo’s arm, trying to diffuse the tense situation.

“Come on, Mattheo, let’s just go.” You said softly before turning to Cormac, “I’m sorry, but I’m not interested.” You said with the kindest voice you could muster. Then you heard it, it made your blood run cold. Cormac had muttered something under his breath right before straightening up. Mattheo heard it too.

“What did you say?” He asked, anger clear in his voice. Cormac, who wasn’t known for his superior intellect, repeated what he said, louder this time.

“Whatever, who wants a mudblood anyways.” He said, a smug smirk on his face. You felt tears prickle in the corner of your eyes. You hadn’t been called that in a long time. You felt a hand grab your arm, pulling you away from Mattheo, it was Theo. Tears were slipping down your cheeks silently. He rubbed your back in a comforting manner.

“You’re okay, come here, I’m sure Mattheo don’t want you to see this.” He said gently while leading you around the corner and placed himself in your way. The last thing you had seen was how Mattheo had frozen, presumably in anger. Then you heard a thud and a sickening crack. Someone had punched someone. Your eyes widened in panic as you looked up at Theo. Archimedes tried stroking your hand with his head to give you some comfort. Theo looked out from behind the corner.

“Don’t worry y/n, Mattheo is fine, he usually is.” Theo said, reassuringly while you could hear thuds and grunts repeatedly. You felt sick to your stomach with worry, and you tried to comfort yourself by hugging Archimedes closer, he made his usual pigeon sound before he headbutted your face in affection, also effectively drying your tears in the process. Theo let out a small chuckle.

“Will you believe me now that he is some magical match maker? He came and found us and led us here.” You knew Theo just tried to get your mind of the fight that was happening on the other side of the wall, but you let him.

“He did?” You asked softly as you looked into the yellow eyes of your cat.

“Yeah, he sounded panicked as well, I’ve never heard him meow so loud before.” Theo said also looking at your cat. Before you could talk further about the subject the thuds and groans had stopped and Mattheo came around the corner, a frantic look in his eyes. Your eyes searched his frame for injuries, a small cut on his lip and one larger on his eyebrow. He grabbed your face gently, his knuckles bloody and bruised.

“Are you okay, love? Did he hurt you?” He asked, worry evident in his voice. You saw in the corner of your eye how Theo slowly backed away and went around the corner, presumably joining Enzo and Blaise to give you some privacy. You looked at Mattheo a small frown on your face.

“You’re hurt.” You said softly to which Mattheo let out a huff like chuckle.

“That’s not what I asked, darling, are you hurt?” He asked, his voice gentle, but stressing the ‘you’. You shook your head as an answer to his question.

“But you are.” You said, stubbornly, “and is Cormac…” You trailed off.

“I’m fine and he is fine, well, bruised, but fine I guess.” He said, finally giving in. You let out a breath of relief.

“Let’s clean you up.” You said softly before dragging him into the girl’s bathroom that was just down the corridor.

“You know this is the girl’s bathroom, right?” He said suspiciously as you wetted some paper to clean up his cuts.

“Yeah, and I’m a girl.” You said as if it was obvious. Archimedes, who you had let down to wet the paper was sitting and watching the two of you on one of the sinks. Mattheo let out a chuckle. You gently dabbed at the cut in his eyebrow. Your other hand was resting on his shoulder. You felt his hands rest on your waist, just like that time in the astronomy tower. Your eyes looked over his face as you cleaned his cut.

“That was a very stupid thing to do, Mattheo.” You mumbled softly, you felt how he let out a huff like chuckle again, the sound echoing on the tiled walls of the bathroom.

“No one will ever get away with calling you shit like that. Now he and everyone else know that you’re off limits.” He muttered, some anger still left in his voice. You stopped what you were doing and looked, really looked, at him. His jaw was still tense, those copper-brown eyes that you liked so much still had shadows in them. You put down the damp paper on the edge of the sink before gently cupping his face in your hands.

“Hey, I’m fine, you’re fine, mostly. Thank you, for what you did, I just don’t like seeing you hurt.” You said softly, your thumbs gently stroking his cheekbones. His eyes immediately softened as they met yours. His hands squeezed your waist in an affectionate manner, the butterflies in your stomach running wild. He was looking at you intently, his Bambi eyes scanning your face, quickly stopping at your lips before returning to your eyes.

“To be honest I saw red the moment I saw him so close to you but when he said that,” He paused, closing his eyes as if he was remembering something painful, “I wanted to rip him apart. I don’t think I have a right to say you’re off limits to others, you’re not even mine, but I couldn’t stop myself from threaten him to stay away.” You had no idea where his honesty came from, but his admission made a gentle smile appear on your face.

“What?” He asked, when he saw your smile. You felt brave enough to snake your hands around his neck as you stood on the tips of your toes.

“But I am yours Mattheo, I’ve been for a while.” You mumbled lowly your own eyes flickering to his pink lips, the bottom one having a cut from the fight that had just happened.

“What?” He breathed out, his hands squeezing your waist once again as he simultaneously pulled you closer, so that you were flush against him. You nodded, a big smile on your face.

“Fuck, princess, you can’t just say shit like that and not expect me to kiss you.” He muttered, his face now considerably closer. You could feel his warm breath on your skin, you could count each individual eye-lash on his eyes from how close you were.

“Maybe I want you to.” You muttered before you closed the gap between the two of you. He kissed you back immediately. The kiss was slow and passionate and tasted slightly like iron as your hands gently raked through his hair. His hands ran over your back and waist, exploring every curve before finding their place low on your hips. His lips were soft and gentle as he tried to convey every feeling he had towards you through the kiss. You gently pulled on his hair, earing a groan from him, making you smile into the kiss. Finally, you had to break apart for air, but your faces stayed close.

“Does this mean I get to threaten people to stay away from you?” You asked teasingly, once you caught your breath from the kiss. Mattheo let out a chuckle before nodding. But before either of you could say or do anything else, the familiar sound of Archimedes could be heard. He walked over to you and headbutted both of you in affection. You let out a chuckle.

“You know what, I recon Theo was right about him.” Mattheo said with a chuckle before kissing you again.

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