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the0doreslover · 11 months ago

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My friend | theo nott

pairing: theodore nott x fem!reader

warnings: short sorry, fluff, poor baby enzo

summary: this amazing ask right here

"Mr. Berkshire and Miss L/n," Professor Flitwick's voice echoed through the Charms classroom. You halted your quill's progress on your parchment and turned your attention toward the back, where Lorenzo Berkshire sat engaged in conversation with Theodore Nott.

"Good luck," Hermione snickered

"Yeah, thanks, Mione," you sighed, observing Lorenzo, who seemed content to stay put. With a sigh, you gathered your belongings and maneuvered your way over to him.

"Look, she's obedient, Enzo," Theodore laughed, shooting you a sly look.

"Very funny. Let's just get this over with, yeah?" you retorted.

That was three weeks ago. In the time that followed, your friendship with Lorenzo deepened into something unexpected. Together, you not only successfully completed the assigned project, earning an impressive grade, but Lorenzo had also become a helpful study companion for your upcoming potions assignment. His willingness to help and his genuine sweetness had endeared him to you, turning him into more than just a classmate.

As the days turned into weeks, your friendship continued to flourish. Studying together became a ritual, and the laughter you shared transcended the walls of Hogwarts. Yet, amidst this newfound friendship, there was an undercurrent of tension that you couldn't ignore

Theodore Nott's grumpy demeanor. God It was as if he wanted to murder you

He saw you with enzo? his eyes rolled

Enzo wanted you to eat with them? His eyes rolled

You wanted to study with enzo? His eyes rolled

You had made a joke to enzo that one day that his eyes are going to get stuck there, but unfortunately for you he had come to give enzo his study book and heard you, but what did he do? he rolled his eyes.

To be fair to him, you weren’t any better

Enzo had to go practise with theodore? you’d sigh

Enzo wanted theodore to study with you? you’d sigh

Enzo had to go back to his dorm to see theo? you’d sigh

Poor enzo couldn’t keep up with you both, he felt like he was going mad. So what did he do? He went to blaise.

“Wow that’s alot man” blaise nodded before getting a whack from pansy.

“No enzo listen to me, they both just need to get to know each other, the only thing they think they ahve in common is you, so if we remove you maybe they’ll find something they actually like about each other” pansy explained

“Or maybe they just both have serious crushes on each other” draco piped in finally lifting his head from his book.

“go back to your book draco”

Enzo had told you to meet him in his dorm to study, which you found a bit weird but then again, enzos a weird guy. you knocked once but he didn’t answer, so you knocked again a bit louder.

“Finally you took your tim- oh it’s you” theodore nott stood infront of you his eyes raking up and down your body.

you pushed past him “where’s enzo?”

“No you’ve got it wrong princess, i’m hanging out with enzo today” he walked closer to you

“No theodore, he told me to meet him here”

he was just about to say something when you both heard the door latch shut

“You’re not coming out until you become friends, i can’t take this anymore”

“Enzo!” you shouted through the door “Enzo please open the door”

“When you become friends!”

you pressed your ear against the door and heard a few other voices

“enzo this is not what i meant at all”

“how do i get into my room?”

“This is your fault princess” you turned around and saw theodore on his bed watching you

“my fault? maybe if you didn’t make me feel like you’ve hated me this wouldn’t of happened”

Theodore was caught off guard by your response "Maybe if you weren't always stealing Enzo's attention, he could've been here to hang out with me."

His words hung in the air, leaving a palpable tension between you two. You were definitely not expecting such a direct accusation. Theodore, on the other hand, immediately regretted his choice of words as he saw the impact they had on you.

Before you could respond, he sighed and muttered, "I didn't mean it like that."

Fed up, you sighed. “what’s your deal? We can’t keep up like this, for enzo, the poor guy looks like he’s aging for gods sake.”

He hesitated, before choosing to stay silent

Your eyes narrowed. “maybe if you weren’t such a sour git, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”

Theodore shot you a glare“Maybe if you weren’t always acting like you own the place, we wouldn’t have a problem.”

The argument escalated, each insult flying like sparks from a misfiring spell. The dorm now echoed with your bickering. It was like a full-on wizard duel, but with words instead of wands.

“Merlin’s beard, Theo, can’t you just chill for once?” you snapped.

“Chill? Maybe you should lower your ego!” Theodore shot back.

“me lower my ego! theodore you’re a teenager acting like a toddler

The back-and-forth continued, like a never-ending Quidditch match of insults. But then, in the midst of the verbal chaos, something shifted. There was a moment, a beat where you both just stopped, realizing how ridiculous the argument had become.

Theodore sighed, running a hand through his hair. “This is stupid. Why are we even fighting?”

You rolled your eyes. “Beats me, Theo. Maybe you just enjoy being a prat.”

He smirked, a flicker of amusement in his eyes. “And maybe you just enjoy being a know-it-all.”

For a moment, you both just stood there, the tension dissipating like a deflating balloon. Then, in a twist of events, Theodore did something unexpected. He closed the distance between you, and before you could react, his lips crashed into yours.

It was like a jinx had hit you, leaving you momentarily stunned. The argument was forgotten as he brung you impossibly closer to him

And when he pulled away, there was a smirk on his face. “Well, that shut you up.”

You blinked, still processing what just happened. “What the hell, Theo?”

He chuckled, the tension between you replaced by an awkward sort of understanding. “I figured we needed a different kind of distraction.”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips. “You’re mental, you know that?”

Theodore grinned. “Maybe. But at least we’re not fighting anymore.”

“Hm, i guess your right”

“is it safe to come in now!” enzo shouted wailed

“No enzo she just stabbed me in the gut”

you watched as the door slowly opened and enzo came in along with blaise pansy and draco.

“can i just say that i was right?” draco smirked taking a bite of his apple

#harry potter #hogwarts #fanfic #x reader #slytherin #theodore nott #theodore nott x reader #blaise zabini #lorenzo berkshire #pansy parkinson #draco malfoy

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rosesareredrosa · 3 months ago

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Different

Theo Nott x fem reader

Summary: Y/N, a Gryffindor, and Theodore Nott, start as enemies due to house rivalry. Over time, they discover hidden depths in each other, leading to an unexpected bond and the possibility of friendship.

A/n: I don't know what to do anymore :)

w/c: 1541

The Great Hall buzzed with the usual morning chatter. Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws, and Slytherins mingled in their respective groups, creating a tapestry of colors and crests. Y/N sat at the Gryffindor table with Harry, Hermione, and Ron, enjoying the usual banter over breakfast. Across the hall, the Slytherin table was occupied by Draco Malfoy and his entourage: Blaise Zabini, Lorenzo Berkshire, Pansy Parkinson, Mattheo Riddle, and Theodore Nott.

Y/N's gaze wandered to the Slytherin table, where Lorenzo and Pansy were deep in conversation. They were the only ones from the group she could tolerate—no, actually liked. Despite the rivalry between their houses, Y/N and Lorenzo had bonded over a shared interest in magical creatures, and Pansy, surprisingly, had a soft spot for Muggle fashion, which Y/N had a knack for.

However, her eyes inevitably landed on Theodore Nott. His aloof demeanor and icy blue eyes made him stand out among his peers. He was one of the quieter members of the group, often observing rather than engaging. Still, whenever he did speak, it was often to make a cutting remark, especially towards Gryffindors. Y/N had been on the receiving end of his snide comments more than once, sparking a mutual disdain.

As Y/N laughed at something Ron said, she felt eyes on her. She glanced over to see Theodore watching her, a flicker of annoyance in his gaze. He quickly looked away, leaning in to whisper something to Draco, who snickered. Y/N rolled her eyes and returned to her breakfast.

Later that day, Y/N found herself in the library, searching for a book on advanced transfiguration. As she scanned the shelves, she heard footsteps approaching. Turning, she saw Lorenzo with a warm smile on his face.

"Fancy seeing you here, Y/N. Need any help?" he offered.

"Actually, yes," Y/N replied, smiling back. "I can't seem to find the book I need. Advanced Transfiguration Techniques?"

Lorenzo nodded and stepped closer to help. As they searched, the sound of footsteps approaching made them both glance up. Theodore appeared, looking rather displeased.

"Lorenzo, what are you doing?" Theodore's voice was cold, his eyes flicking to Y/N.

"Helping a friend," Lorenzo replied, unfazed. "You should try it sometime, Theo."

Theodore's jaw tightened, and he crossed his arms. "We don't associate with Gryffindors, especially not with Potter's crowd."

Y/N bristled at his words, her previous feelings of annoyance flaring into anger. "I'm right here, you know. No need to talk about me as if I'm invisible."

"Maybe you'd like that," Theodore retorted, his tone biting. "Then we wouldn't have to listen to your incessant whining."

Lorenzo sighed, stepping between them. "Theo, that's enough. Y/N's not like the rest of them. She's... different."

"Different?" Theodore scoffed. "She's just like the rest of them. Arrogant, self-righteous, and constantly getting into trouble."

Y/N felt her temper flare. "Better than being a coward who hides behind his friends and makes snide comments from the shadows."

Theodore's eyes narrowed dangerously, but before he could retort, Lorenzo stepped in. "Alright, that's enough from both of you. We're in a library, not a dueling club."

With a final glare at Theodore, Y/N grabbed the book Lorenzo had handed her and stormed off. She could feel Theodore's gaze burning into her back but refused to turn around. As she left, she heard Lorenzo's hushed voice trying to reason with Theodore, but she didn't care. The encounter had only solidified her dislike for the Slytherin boy.

Over the next few weeks, the tension between Y/N and Theodore only grew. They continued to exchange barbed comments and glares whenever they crossed paths. It was clear to everyone that they couldn't stand each other. Lorenzo and Pansy often tried to mediate, but their efforts were in vain.

Despite this, there were moments where Y/N caught a glimpse of something more in Theodore's eyes—a flicker of something that wasn't hatred. It confused her, making her wonder if there was more to him than his cold exterior.

One day, as Y/N was leaving the greenhouse after Herbology, she found herself alone with Theodore. He was standing by the entrance, seemingly waiting for someone. She considered ignoring him and walking away, but something compelled her to stop.

"Theodore," she called, surprising even herself with her boldness.

He looked up, surprised to hear her use his first name. "What?"

"Why do you hate me so much?" she asked bluntly. "What did I ever do to you?"

Theodore's expression flickered with something unreadable. For a moment, he seemed almost vulnerable, but it quickly disappeared. "You represent everything I despise," he replied. "Gryffindors like you, always so sure of yourselves, always so... infuriating."

Y/N crossed her arms, not backing down. "That's not a real answer. That's just an excuse."

He stared at her for a long moment, then sighed. "Maybe it is. But it's the only one you're getting."

Without another word, he walked past her, leaving Y/N standing there, confused and frustrated. As she watched him go, she couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Theodore Nott than met the eye.

The days went by, and Y/N continued to struggle with her conflicting feelings towards Theodore. She found herself thinking about him more often, wondering what he was like beneath the cold facade. Meanwhile, Theodore seemed more distant than ever, though there were moments when she caught him watching her, his expression unreadable.

The turning point came during a particularly challenging Potions class. Professor Snape had paired them together, much to their mutual dismay. They worked in silence, the tension between them palpable.

As they prepared the potion, Y/N noticed Theodore seemed distracted. He almost added the wrong ingredient, which would have caused their potion to explode. Without thinking, she grabbed his wrist, stopping him just in time.

"Theodore, what are you doing?" she hissed, keeping her voice low so as not to attract Snape's attention.

He blinked, seemingly coming out of a trance. "I... I don't know," he muttered, clearly flustered.

For a moment, they stood there, her hand still on his wrist. Y/N felt a strange jolt at the contact, quickly withdrawing her hand. Theodore looked equally shaken, but he quickly masked it with a scowl.

"Just be careful," she muttered, turning back to their potion.

They finished the lesson in silence, but something had changed. There was a subtle shift in the air between them, an unspoken understanding. As they left the classroom, Y/N felt Theodore's gaze linger on her, and for the first time, it didn't feel hostile.

As the weeks passed, the dynamic between Y/N and Theodore continued to evolve. The barbed comments became less frequent, and they found themselves working together more often. There were still moments of tension, but there were also glimpses of something softer, something more human.

One evening, Y/N found herself in the library, struggling with a particularly difficult Arithmancy problem. She was on the verge of giving up when she heard a familiar voice.

"Need help?"

She looked up to see Theodore standing there, his expression surprisingly neutral. She hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

They worked together in silence, Theodore patiently explaining the concepts she was struggling with. As they worked, Y/N found herself sneaking glances at him, noticing the way his brow furrowed in concentration, the way his eyes softened when he was focused.

When they finally finished, Y/N felt a strange mix of relief and sadness. She had enjoyed working with him, more than she cared to admit.

"Thank you," she said softly, packing up her things.

Theodore nodded, his expression unreadable. "You're welcome."

As they left the library, Y/N felt a strange sense of hope. Maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for something more than animosity between them.

The next few weeks were a whirlwind of confusion and conflicting emotions. Y/N and Theodore continued to interact, their conversations becoming less hostile and more civil. They still had their disagreements, but there was a growing sense of mutual respect.

One day, as they were walking back from a particularly exhausting Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson, Theodore spoke up.

"Y/N," he began, his voice hesitant. "Why do you care?"

She looked at him, confused. "Care about what?"

"About me," he clarified, his tone almost vulnerable. "You've always been... different. You don't just see me as a Slytherin or as someone who hates Gryffindors. You see me as... more."

Y/N stopped walking, turning to face him fully. "Because I know there's more to you," she said simply. "I don't know what it is, but I can see it. And I want to know the real you, not just the version you show everyone else."

Theodore looked at her, his expression a mix of surprise and something else she couldn't quite place. For a moment, it seemed like he was going to say something, but then he just nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Maybe one day," he said softly. "Maybe one day, I'll show you."

As they continued walking, Y/N felt a strange sense of peace. Whatever happened

#slytherin x reader #theo nott x reader #theodore nott #theodore nott x reader #slytherin boys #theodore nott imagine #theodore nott x you #theo nott

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weasleyreidstyles · 10 months ago

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Serendipity

chapter twelve

summary: it was only meant to be a purely transactional relationship. he would help her strengthen her abilities in return for her getting his friends out of his father's nasty path. he didn't mean to fall for her, but loving her was the easiest thing in his dark world.

no use of y/n, but your general nickname is Meadow. all characters are aged up to be over 18.

pairings: mattheo riddle x fem!ravenclaw reader; platonic!slytherins x fem!reader; platonic!golden trio x fem!reader

warning(s): none

series masterlist; previous part; next part

The rest of March passed by at an excruciating pace. True to his word, Harry had essentially isolated you from everyone you held dear. He glared at you in the corridors when you passed by and you felt the familiar gutting feeling of guilt every single time. Especially when Ron had finally been released from the Hospital Wing.

You found out that Ron was finally out through Neville Longbottom, who had asked if you'd spoken to Ron since he'd returned. He looked surprised by your confused face and told you that he would be officially out after lunch that day. Not even Hermione had come to find you, not that you were entirely surprised. You had made your way towards the ward with Pansy's elbow crooked in your own, for stability, when the trio and Ginny exited the double oak doors.

The look that Harry gave you was gutting, but the look of utter betrayal on Ron's face made your heart stutter in your chest.

"Ron-" you begin, but he cuts you off before you can even begin to explain yourself.

"Don't." he spat, voice raspy from sleep. "Harry told us what you obviously weren't ever going to."

You inhaled harshly, the arm looped with Pansy's tightening imperceptibly. "Let me explain, please."

"I don't want to hear any of your excuses, Meadow." the way he said your name was so foreign to you. "How could you fuck the enemy? Seriously, you know who his father is."

He's not his father! You wanted to scream; to shout to the rooftops. But words had evaded you. Tears filled your eyes immediately and you barely hear as Pansy shouts at him, no qualms for the fact that he had only recently recovered from being poisoned by her friends.

Hermione and Ginny barely spare the two of you a glance as they push the two pissed off boys away and down the corridor, the sound of Hermione defending you and chastising Ron for his cruelty is merely a whisper to you.

Pansy puts a hand on your forearm, thumb tracing soft circles. She breathes your name so delicately that you're surprised you even hear it. "Meadow? They're gone."

Your breath hitches minutely and your lip trembles as the tears that had been collecting in your eyes, finally fall.

"Oh, honey." she murmurs before pulling you into the tightest hug ever. "It's okay." she says over and over as she comforts you. "If they can't see how extraordinary you are, then they didn't deserve your friendship in the first place."

You only sob harder.

"Let's go to my dorm, yeah." she says. "Have a girl's day, just us two?"

You nod once and allow her to guide you down to the dungeons, both of you ignoring the circle of your friends in one corner of the Slytherin common room, who look at the two of your passing figures in bewilderment.

You spent a whole weekend with Pansy. But the hole in your chest never seemed to go away, no matter how much the two of you gossiped and laughed.

~∞~

True to his word, Mattheo tried to help in his own way, by providing ample distraction in the form of siphon training. He had told you that his friends were willing to help you, too. It was the least they could do, he had said. And thank Merlin that they were so willing.

You had finally mastered effectively drawing an adequate amount of power from random magical objects that Mattheo would spell, but you couldn't fight the dizzying feeling that overtook you each time you succeeded.

One day, he came to you in the library, Blaise in tow.

"Hi boys." you say with a small smile, but Mattheo could tell that you were hiding your emotions from them – Harry, Ron and Hermione were only sitting a few bookshelves away from you and you had never felt more alone.

"Hello, love." Mattheo mumbled as he pressed a featherlight kiss to your cheek, taking the seat beside you and tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear before his hand rested on the top of your thigh. He watched as your pretty eyes brightened almost instantly, but the faint sound of Ron's guffawing laughter made them dim as if the light had never been present in the first place. His hand squeezed your thigh affectionately.

Blaise took the seat opposite the two of you and having grown used to the two of you acting 'disgustingly coupley' over the course of the month, he didn't react to Mattheo's blatent concern. You noticed that he toyed with some sort of spherical object as he made himself comfortable.

"What's that, Blaise?" you ask, and he holds it up so you can see a transparent glass sphere that was barely the size of a golf ball. You tilt your head curiously.

"It's a conduit." he says, dark brown eyes tracing the smooth edges with precision. "When you siphon from anything with a form of magic imbedded within it, like the ground or a person, you can transfer it into this and it will hopefully take on the strain of the power, while also giving you access to it."

"So in simpler terms," Mattheo says, hand stroking up your thigh lightly, "you'll be able to do what you've been successfully practicing without worrying about passing out. In theory."

"What do you mean 'in theory'?" you ask, turning to Mattheo, who looks contemplatively at the conduit in Blaise's hand.

"Well there's no information about it helping a siphoner. Only that wizards use them to trap an extra bit of their magic in, just in case their magical core is compromised."

Like a horcrux. You thought to yourself, not noticing the way Mattheo imperceptibly tenses. He had a constant foothold in your mind, because it brought you comfort. But he could hear every one of your thoughts.

"So we – well actually Theo – thought that it would work in the same way." He hesitated to mention that Theo had had a hand in helping you. You still had not spoken to him. Not since you found out about his obvious involvement in poisoning Ron. You hadn't so much as uttered a word to him: not when you're in class and certainly not during patrols. "He just wants to help."

"Right." you hummed, "Well hopefully it does. I don't particularly feel like passing out today."

Blaise and Mattheo exchanged a look that you failed to miss. You huffed.

"Thank you Blaise." you say, and through gritted teeth, you ask him to thank Theo too.

~∞~

By the time April had come around, you had made peace with the fact that your friendships with the Golden trio and company were well and truly over. Your time was spent with the Slytherin group in their common room, instead. You wondered how you'd gone so long without fully knowing the whole group (you knew it was because you couldn't think of anything worse than jeopardising your existing friendships at the time of getting to know Theo and Pansy last year). Being around them filled a void that you didn't know existed in the depths of your very being.

Blaise shared your affinity towards muggle literature (he was currently reading the Great Gatsby and the two of you found immense joy when raving about eachother's annotations and perspectives).

Enzo was one of the funniest people you'd ever met and both of you enjoyed pissing Draco off to the maximum. He was also very sweet and caring under his nonchalant exterior but his wit was sharp as a knife – your twin snark was received abysmally from everyone else.

Draco was a little harder to get along with, considering the hatred he harboured for Harry, but he was, perhaps, the most sympathetic with you (besides Pansy, Theo and Mattheo) over your lost friendships.

These people were the only ones who did not outcast you, because they understood you – even your own housemates saw how you had become distanced from your old friends and they began to grow weary of who kept you company instead.

You were a group of pariahs, a wide berth always separating you from the rest of the student body.

You couldn't find it in yourself to care.

You finally talked to Theo and he apologised profusely for his part in Ron's hospitalisation, as did Enzo and even Draco. But like Mattheo, they seemed to find great difficulty in explaining themselves to you, clutching at where their hearts were as he spoke, as if it was trying to claw its way from each of their chests.

That's how you figured out the Unbreakable Vow that came hand in hand with the Dark Marks marring their left forearms. Mattheo, Theo, Enzo and Draco could not utter a word of what they were tasked to do, otherwise they would die a slow and painful death. It gave you even more incentive to get them out somehow. It would be difficult, but you'd never stop trying.

The conduit that Blaise had given to you, lay against your collarbone on a dainty chain of sterling silver, gifted by Pansy. It had developed whorls of varying shapes and sizes as you practiced siphoning day after day and you could feel the hum of power within it. It would only be released upon you shattering the glass. You were gaining control with each practiced session.

You were sat with Mattheo in a quiet corner of the Slytherin common room, focusing on a box of marbles that he had charmed individually for you to practice. The hum of your magic was faint, but the indigo glow was bright and pulsing as invisible hands sifted through the glassy orbs collecting the surges of magic with each stroke, reflecting rainbows of colour across your faces.

He had thought of this idea one evening while you laughed with Enzo at Draco's expense. He had been admiring the way your head tilted back as you heartily laughed, the way your hair cascaded over your shoulders and over his hoodie that you donned, how your eyes sparkled under the low light of the common room. He thought it was possibly the most ethereal sound he'd ever been blessed to hear.

Mattheo began with small objects. Putting a little bit of his magic into them for you to siphon out. Your magical cores mingled and danced around eachother every time you did so successfully and your conduit would glow with a symphony of colour before it would extinguish until the next time you channelled the combined power into it. He found you extraordinary.

He knew he was treading on dangerous waters. He should've never let this thing – this beautiful thing between the two of you – get as far as it had. He should not have been the cause for your broken friendships. But he couldn't help it. He was addicted to you in all senses of the word.

He couldn't get enough. And maybe that made him selfish. But everything he did in this life was for his friends, his family. So he wanted to be selfish, just this once.

Because Mattheo Riddle was in love with you.

You had integrated into his found family with ease. He protects his family. So he would protect you, too. You had lost your old friendships, but new ones had formed. Fresh, pure and innocent.

But war has a funny way of sullying the beautiful things in life. It's only a matter of time before it's ravenous claws ripped through his brief moment of peace.

~∞~

i don't really like this chapter because of all the time jumps but i needed to speed through the timeline a bit lol

and it was mean tto be slightly more fluffy than the last few, but it seems that i just can't resist writing angst.

thankyou for all the love on chapter eleven though, it means so much 🥹🫶🏼🫶🏼

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bubblegump-1-nk · 6 months ago

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Lost in Translation

pairing: Fem!Reader x Theodore Nott

summary: In which you and Theo are best friends, and secretly in love. But when Theo accidentally overhears a conversation between you and Enzo, he realizes you might not feel the same way…

Note: Ok y’all I’m sorry I PROMISE this will be my last Theo fic in a little while, I’m really going to try to write for other characters (and dw I won’t cheat and write for Lorenzo’s other characters ;)). On that note, I am going on many trips this summer and don’t know how much I’ll be able to write so I just want to get this story out before I leave for my trip tomorrow. Update: I didn’t finish in time and I’m currently halfway across the world writing this, having been awake for 23 hours straight, so if it stops making sense towards the end, pls forgive me 🙏🏼

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It was a particularly warm day in March, so you and your friends decided to carry out your free period by the Black Lake. The sound of the waves lightly crashing onto the shore and the light breeze dancing through the trees was enough to make you want to fall asleep on the plush grass beneath you, but Pansy’s voice brought you out of your dreamy state.

“Y/n?” She spoke again, when her voice didn’t get your attention the first time.

“Mhm.” You muttered from where you were laying in the grass, a smile small placed on your face as the sun hit your skin so nicely.

“Dreaming of Theo?” Hermione inquired, causing Daphne to giggle due to your friendship with Theo being a little too “friendly”.

You shot up and glared at the girls. “How many times do I have to tell you, we are only best friends.”

This caused Daphne and Hermione to laugh even harder, and your cheeks flushed a bright pink.

“Ok, ok, whatever. Y/n, do you have the charms work?” Pansy asked, annoyed that her question had been ignored thrice.

“Yeah, I have it here.” You said, shaking your head to forget the altercation as you rummaged through your satchel.

“Speak of the devil.” Daphne said, causing you to look up.

Class must have gotten out already, hence why Theo, Enzo, and Mattheo were walking your way now.

You gave Pansy your homework and went back to resting on your makeshift grass bed.

“Forgot our invite?” Mattheo said, as the boys reached your group.

“You had class, idiot.” Pansy said, scribbling down your work.

“When has that ever stopped us.” Mattheo said, as he sat down and threw his tie off and gave Pansy a sassy look.

You felt your body being moved by strong hands you immediately recognized as Theo’s.

“Hey, you.” Theo said, as he looked down at you. He had moved you so your head now rested on his lap, a much more comfortable pillow.

“Hi Teddy.” You said, your eyes still closed.

“Theres other people here too, y/n”. Enzo joked, his mouth full with food.

“I know, I just don’t tend to say hi to people I don’t like.” You joked, making a face at Enzo.

He threw a piece of candy at you, but it was intercepted by Theo who put it in his mouth.

“What’s in the bag Mattheo.” Hermione asked, changing the conversation topic and drawing attention to Mattheo’s bag which was slowly and quietly jumping up and down.

“These idiots spilled some of our potion into my bag and it hasn’t stopped jumping since. You should have seen it before though, it’s calmed down a lot since then.”

Theo and Enzo began to laugh, and the rest of the group followed suit.

Theo’s hands were playing with your hair, like second-nature.

Enzo’s gaze burned down on the both of you, and you slowly made eye contact with him. You had drunkenly told Enzo about your feelings towards Theo after a party a couple weeks ago, when he brought you back to your room (a job that was usually taken by Theo).

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“Careful, y/n, watch your step.” He had said, as he helped you back into your room from the Slytherin common room.

“Your the best Enzo, you’re really my best friend.” You had responded, turning to face him as you said it.

“Yeah you’re mine too y/n.” He said with a small chuckle. You two had known each other for ages, and your bond was like no other.

As he was helping you out of your clothes, you started to explain your feelings.

“Enzo, I can trust you right?” You asked, biting your lower lip.

He stopped momentarily, nervous. “Of course you can trust me, y/n.” He said, taken aback by your silly question.

“Ok, because what I’m about to tell you, you cannot tell anyone about. And I mean it. Not even your cat.” You said, turning to face him, your expression completely serious.

“O-ok, yeah. Of course.” He said, surprised by your quick change of tone.

“I mean seriously. If you told anyone it could ruin everything.”

Enzo gave you a skeptical look, what the fuck were you scared to say he thought to himself.

You took his silence as an invitation to speak again.

“I’m in love with Theo. And I mean really in love with Theo. I’ve thought about it for some time now and I just had to tell someone about it.” You rambled.

Enzo was silent for a moment, a small smile forming on his lips.

“Fucking finally you realize!”

—

“Mattheo, stop it! Do it yourself!” Daphne’s voice brought you and Enzo out of your shared daydream. Daphne snatched her potions essay out of Mattheo’s hands and slapped him with it, causing him to yelp out.

“Will you two stop it? Anyways, we better get going y/n.” Hermione said, collecting her stuff and getting up.

“Where to?” Theo asked.

“Harry and Ron are meeting us at Hagrid’s in a bit. We have to help him with some baby dragon he found.” You explained, getting up from Theo’s legs.

“Ok, see you at dinner then.” He said softly, helping you put your things away.

“See you.” You said to him, and then loudly to the rest of the group as you walked away with Hermione.

Theo stared at you as you walked away, his being consumed with you.

Dinner was quick, and as you made your way out of the Great Hall, you detached yourself from Hermione, Harry, and Ron, to grab Enzo.

“Come with me.” You said, pulling him by his arm and giving him no time to ask questions.

You pulled him into your dorm room and closed the door.

“What’s going on?”

“I’m gonna stop being a pussy and confess! I’m tired of being hopelessly in love and I want to do something about it.” You explained.

“Fucking finally!” He said, repeating the words he had said that fateful night.

“And you’re going to help me practice.”

What..?” Enzo asked, a confused expression on his face.

“I need you to help me practice what I’m going to say. Please.” You said, throwing the last word in there to make it sound more like a question than a command.

“Ok yeah. Anything to finally get you two together.” Enzo asked, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Ugh, I can’t do it! What if he doesn’t like me back, and then I ruin our friendship and I lose him completely. I’ll tear the group apart. I-I can’t do this.” You say, sinking down to the floor, your worries consuming you.

Enzo follows you down to the ground, and grabs one of your shoulders gently. His other hand lifting your chin to look him in the eyes.

“Y/n, I love you, but you’re being so fucking stupid right now. Of course he loves you, it’s so painstakingly obvious. I mean everyone knew before you two realized it. He practically crumbles at the sight of you talking to other boys. So please, just do this.” He explains, putting emphasis on the last sentence.

“You’re right. I- wait, he gets jealous when I talk to other guys?” You ask, diverging the conversation.

Laughter erupts out of Enzo, and it vibrates through out the entire room.

Little did you know, Theo had had a similar conversation with Mattheo the night of that party a few weeks ago, which was the reason for his absence in taking you to your room

—

He was sitting on the astronomy tower, smoking a cigarette when Mattheo appeared.

“Party’s down there, mate.”

“I’m not interested.” Theo had said, watching as the smoke from his cigarette mixed from the smoke created by his voice in the cold air.

“Why’s that?” Mattheo asked, sitting down next to Theo and taking a cigarette from the open pack on the ground.

“I can’t stand it anymore. Seeing her with other boys.”

“Y/n?” Mattheo asked, in which Theo confirmed with a small nod.

“My chest physically hurts when I see her flirt with other people. I’m physically hurting knowing I can’t be with her. Knowing I can’t love her.” Theo explains, tears brimming in his usually stole cold eyes.

“Then tell her. I assure you she would much rather flirt with you than those tossers.”

—

So now, Theo was on his way to your dorm, excitement and fear teeming inside of him. He was repeating the speech he had prepared earlier with Mattheo over and over in his head, but he knew it was useless. He knew he would forget all of it the moment he looked into your angelic face.

He ran up the stairs to your dorm room, pushing people aside and muttering apologies as he did so.

He ran down the hallway, excited to get to your door. He finally reached the dark oak, but was surprised by the laughter he heard inside. That wasn’t your sweet laugh. It was loud and boisterous, a boys. Theo waited outside your door, listening in. Had he misread the signs?

“Enzo stop it. Stop laughing.” You said.

Enzo? Theo thought, confusion clouding his mind.

“Ok, ok, yep, sorry.” Enzo said, laughter still slipping out of his lips.

“I love you, ok?” You said, after slapping the side of his head.

“Finally you realize. I’ve been in love with you since we were kids!” Enzo responded, and Theo’s heart dropped. It dropped and dropped until he was sure it was laying on the floor somewhere. His throat closed up and mouth got all dry.

You were in love with Enzo? How could he have missed that? How could he possibly have missed that? Tears threatened to spill, and he was damned if he let anyone see him cry. He ran out of there as soon as he regained feeling in his legs.

Theo wanted to crawl into the Black Lake and drown. How could the girl he’s been in love with since he was a child love someone else? One of his best friends for that matter. Why was his life always so unfair?”

“Ok, ok I’m ready.” You say, after having finished your little improv love confession with Enzo.

“Ok, so what are you waiting for?”

“Now? You want me to go now?” You ask, your eyebrows shooting up and eyes widening.

“Yes, now! Stop wasting time!”

“O-ok, ok, fine, I’m going now.” You say, reaching for the door. “Will you wait for me? In here, please.” You say, turning back to face him.

“Of course.” He said, a smile small on his lips as he crashes down onto your bed.

You finally reached Theo’s dorm, adrenaline coursing through your veins as you knocked on the door.

It was strangely silent on the other side, until you heard footsteps reaching for the door.

You fought back the urge to walk away, your stomach was flipping and your palms were lightly sweating. Wtf am I doing? You thought.

“Yeah?”

You were taken aback by Mattheo’s presence, even more so by his face. He looked almost, unhappy to see you. Something you had never experienced.

“Is Theo here?” You asked, eyes trying to dart around Mattheo’s body to see inside the room.

He gave you a look you couldn’t quite understand, but it seemed angry.

“Nope. I’ll pass on a message if you want.” He said, uninterested.

“Er, no it’s alright, I’ll just come back later.” You explained.

“Or maybe not.” He said, closing the door in your face.

You stood there shocked, had he really just done that? What was going on? Where was Theo?

You concluded that he had probably been with a girl, thus his urgency and blocking you from seeing inside. Whenever girls got with the boys, they were typically jealous of your friendship with them (although you never understood because they were all practically your brothers), so perhaps he wanted you out before the girl got angry.

You left, walking back to your dorm. The confidence dissipating out of you, and you decided you would just do it tomorrow.

Unbeknownst to you, Theo was actually in the room, wallowing over his lost love.

The next morning you slowly got out of bed, rolling around in your comfortable sheets as the sunlight seeped into your room. It was a slow Saturday and you had nothing planned other than a Ravenclaw party you were debating attending.

You slowly got yourself out of bed, reminding yourself of the large task at hand: tell your best friend your in love with him, no big deal. You got dressed and made your way down to breakfast, and you kept finding yourself wiping your sweaty palms against your shirt.

As you walked into the Great Hall and made your way over to the table, you noticed immediately that Theo was absent, and Mattheo as well. You quickly scanned the table to find Enzo and when you locked eyes, he gave you a sympathetic look followed with a shrug. You went over to your table and quickly ate breakfast.

The rest of the day was just as strange. You didn’t see Theo all day, which never ever happened. You two were practically attached at the hip. It was strange not having his presence around you, and you swear you were having withdrawal symptoms.

The strangest thing occurred towards the end of the day, when you were walking down the hallway and you saw Theo walking a ways away in your direction. But as soon as he saw he, and you swear he saw you, he turned sharply into the boys restroom, looking down.

“Cmon y/n, please come!” Pansy said, trying to drag you out of your bed to go to a party with Daphne and her.

“I’m sorry, Pans, I’m just not feeling it.” You stated. You had been crying for a while, coming to the conclusion that not only does Theo not love you, he hates you.

“Ok, ok. But, if you change your mind, you know where we are.” She said, finally giving up and leaving your room.

Enzo was leaning on the arm of a couch, drinking fire whiskey and laughing along to Draco and Blaise’s remarks.

The Ravenclaw common room had been expanded, yet it still felt stuffy with the huge amounts of people inside. Blue lights were dancing around the room and music was pumping loudly throughout.

Theo and Mattheo were sitting somewhere else, Theo stating he couldn’t stand even looking at Enzo or he would kill him. But eventually, he got enough drinks in his system, trying to numb the pain of his heartbreak, and got up to make his way to him.

“Wow, mate. Where you going?” Mattheo asked, grabbing Theo’s forearm.

“I’m not gonna lay a hand on him.” Theo said, glaring at Enzo and shaking his arm out of Mattheo’s grasp.

He took long strides over to Enzo, Draco, and Blaise, and his cup sloshed back and forth, liquid spilling over the sides.

“Hey mate.” Blaise said, him and Draco both unaware of any drama.

Theo nodded to him and Enzo shared a tight lipped smile, and looked down at his cup. The air was so tense it could’ve been cut in half with a pair of scissors.

“Where’s your girlfriend?” Theo asked, after beats of silence and staring daggers at Enzo.

“Uh- I- my girlfriend?” Enzo asked, taken aback. The fear emanating from his voice at Theo’s violent look.

“Yeah, your girlfriend. Y’know, y/n.” He said, his voice laced with brutality.

“Y/n? What are you talking about?” Enzo asked, his brows knitted in confusion.

“I heard you talking to her. Saying how much you loved one another. Ringing any bells?”

“Wait, Theo, what the fuck are you talking about?” Enzo asked, Blaise and Draco listening in intently.

“Wow, you are a shit boyfriend. I fucking heard you saying how much you love each other when I was outside of her dorm. It was two fucking days ago and now you can’t even remember?” Theo said, his face fuming with anger.

“Holy shit, that’s why you started acting all weird? Mate, that’s not even close to what was going on.” Enzo explained, Blaise and Draco were watching like it was a reality tv show.

“Oh, so your love confessions were just pretend, or?” Theo said, talking to his best friend as if he was scum.

“Yes, you idiot! She was practicing what say to you!”

“What?!” Blaise said, covering his mouth when he realized it was out loud.

Theo blinked, looking around to all the boys. Mattheo had appeared when he heard the commotion getting rowdy.

“What..?” Theo asked, looking intently at Enzo.

“She’s in love with you! She asked me to practice what to say to because she was going to tell you. But then you got all weird and stopped talking to her. Now she’s sure you hate her and she’s been crying for hours.” Enzo explained.

Theo looked at him with blank eyes, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“Well? What are you waiting for? Go!” Mattheo said, pushing Theo towards the door.

Blaise and Draco cheered, and Enzo sat back releasing a breath, thankful that he hadn’t just been beat to death by Theo.

“Go away Pansy!” You said, after a knock was placed on your door.

You had been laying in bed practically all day and were wallowing over your lost love.

“It’s not Pansy.” Theo said shyly.

“Theo?”

“Can I please come in.”

“Uhm, yeah.” You said, quickly sitting up and trying to make yourself look more presentable.

The door opened slowly, and Theo walked in, his face was soft and kind.

“Can we talk. Please.” He begged.

“Yeah.” You said quietly, eyes searching his face for a clue of what was to happen.

“I’m so sorry y/n. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I thought you were in love with Enzo and I- I just couldn’t handle seeing you.”

“What? Why would you think I’m in love with Enzo?”

“I came round to your dorm last night to talk to you, and I heard you and Enzo inside. You were talking about how much you loved each other. And I just, my heart broke. Because I’m in love with you y/n. I’ve loved you ever since I have known you and I couldn’t bear to be around you after hearing that you loved my best friend and that I would never have a chance to love you.” He ranted, tears coming to his eyes as he stood before you.

“Theo, I- I don’t love Enzo.” Was all you managed to get out, because your throat was closing in quickly now and tears were threatening to spill if you said anything else.

“I know that now.” Theo said, with a light laugh. “And I’m sorry if I’ve ruined everything between us but I want to make it up to you and if you still have any feelings for me at all, please, please tell me because I can’t go on pretending I wouldn’t burn the entire world for you if you asked any longer.”

You smiled, tears falling from your eyes.

“Of course I fucking love you! I’ve been in ruins thinking that you hate me, Teddy.”

He melted at the nickname and made his way over to you, sitting on your bed and wiping your tears from your cheeks. You both were smiling at each other, and after gathering yourselves for a minute, he asked, “Can I kiss you?”

You laughed at the silly question, because, of course you wanted to kiss him and answered by smashing your lips onto his.

GOD SORRY THIS IS SO LONG and the ending is super rushed because I didn’t want to keep writing

#slytherin boys #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #theodore nott #jealousyfic #harry potter #theodore nott x y/n #angst #lorenzo berkshire #enzo berkshire #enzo x reader #miscommunication #best friends #friends to lovers

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glittervame · 4 months ago

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Lets go make a slpash

Pool party/ water balloon

This post is going to be part of the Jinxed July by @thatdammchickennugget and @finalgirllx check it out if you want to know more!

Sorry its short, I didn't really have a plan for this because I found out about the challenge out late. I don't think I have a tag list for Mattheo but tell me if you want one.

Mattheo Riddle x FEM! Reader 18+ Basically just smut, Unprotected P in V (Wrap it before you tap it), degradation, hinted overstimulation

Mattheo's eyes widened as Y/n emerged from the bathroom in their shared room in Malfoy manor. He'd seen her in swimsuits before, of course, but there was something about this particular one that seemed to highlight every curve and angle of her body in the most flattering way possible. It was a two-piece number with a plunging neckline and high-cut bottoms that had been a gift from her friend Pansy, and it was clear that Pansy had excellent taste.

Y/n noticed his stare and smirked, twirling around to show off the full effect of the ensemble. "Like what you see?" she asked, her voice teasing.

Mattheo coughed, trying to clear his throat and regain his composure. "I-I mean, yeah, you look... you look good."

"Just good?" she teased, raising an eyebrow.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to look away, focusing on the book he'd been reading. "You look great, Y/n. Really."

Y/n grinned and winked at him before sauntering over to the mirror to check her hair and makeup. She knew she had him flustered, and she enjoyed it a little too much. It had been a while since she'd seen him like this, and it was a nice change of pace from their usual bickering and banter.

They had just been so buys hanging out with their friends that they hadn't got time to be by themselves in a while. It was summer break, and they were all staying at the Malfoy manor for a month-long vacation. It was the perfect time to strengthen their friendship and maybe explore something more, or so Y/n hoped.

Y/n had had a crush on Mattheo for what felt like forever, but she was never sure if he felt the same way. They had always been close, almost like siblings, but lately she had been noticing that their friendship had been taking a different turn.

There was a spark between them, something that made her heart race every time their eyes met or their fingers brushed against each other's. But she knew that Malfoy manor was not the place to be making any big romantic moves. There were too many people around, too many eyes watching. Plus, she didn't want to ruin their friendship if he didn't feel the same way.

"Alright, I'm ready," she announced, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around her waist. "Let's go make a splash."

Mattheo nodded, still trying to get his thoughts in order. He had noticed the change in their dynamic too, but he wasn't sure if it was just his imagination or if there was something more there. He didn't want to jump to conclusions and risk losing her friendship.

They headed outside to the pool area, where their friends were already gathered. Pansy, Blaise, and Draco lounged by the pool, sipping on butterbeers and chuckling at some inside joke. Ginny and Hermione were splashing around in the water, while Ron and Harry were engaged in a heated debate about Quidditch strategies.

The group greeted them with cheerful hellos, and Y/n couldn't help but feel a little nervous as she approached the pool. She had never felt this self-conscious before, but she was determined to enjoy herself. She took a deep breath and dove into the water, the cool liquid enveloping her and washing away her nerves.

The day passed by in a blur of laughter, games, and good-natured rivalry. The sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the manor grounds. The group decided to end the day with a game of hide and seek adding their own twist to the game, the loser got pelted by water balloons by the rest of them. As they counted down, Y/n took the opportunity to sneak away to a secluded spot she had discovered earlier in the week.

It was a small grove of trees, hidden from view of the pool area, and she hoped it would be the perfect place to catch her breath and gather her thoughts. She had just found a comfortable spot when she heard the sound of footsteps approaching.

Her heart leapt into her throat as she realized it was Mattheo. He looked around, spotting her tucked away in the shadows. "Found you," he murmured, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

"find your own hiding spot," she said, trying to sound nonchalant.

He stepped closer, his eyes dark and unreadable. "I think I like this one just fine."

The air between them grew thick with tension, and Y/n's heart raced as she took in his wet hair and the droplets of water that clung to his skin. "What do you want, Mattheo?"

He took another step closer, so that they were only a breath apart. "I want to know if this is just me," he whispered, his hand reaching out to lightly brush her cheek. "Or if there's something here."

Y/n's eyes searched his, looking for any sign that he was joking or teasing. But all she saw was earnestness and vulnerability.

"There's something here," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've felt it for a while."

Mattheo's hand moved to cradle her face, and he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in the softest of kisses. It was a moment that seemed to stretch on forever, filled with promise and potential.

When they finally pulled apart, Y/n felt like she was floating. "Is this...are we..." she stumbled over her words.

Mattheo grinned, his eyes shining with excitement. "Let's not overthink it, Y/n. Let's just enjoy this summer, and see where it takes us."

Well where the summer took them was you getting pounded into.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer still. You feel the heat between your legs, the ache that only he can soothe. You moan into the kiss, arching your back as you press yourself against him, needing him to touch you.

His hands slide down your back, gripping your hips before moving up to cup your bottom, squeezing gently. You feel his fingers dig into your skin, leaving a trail of desire down your spine. You whimper into his mouth, wanting more. You need more.

He picks you up, carrying you over to the bed. You watch as he kicks the door shut before lowering you down onto the mattress. His lips trail a line down your neck, sucking and nipping at your skin. You tilt your head back, arching into the sensation. You can feel his erection pressing against your core, begging to be let in.

He slides his hand between your legs, parting your folds. His fingers are rough against your skin, sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. You gasp as he circles your clit, teasing it expertly. You buck your hips against his hand, needing more. You need him inside you.

"Please, Mattheo," you whisper, your voice hoarse with desire. "I need you."

He groans, his fingers leaving your aching folds to unbuckle his belt. You watch in anticipation as he pulls his pants down, revealing his hardness. He straddles you, positioning himself at your entrance. With a deep breath, he pushes inside you, filling you completely. You cry out at the feeling of being so completely claimed, your body clenching around him in welcome.

He begins to move, his hips rocking against yours. The friction between you is exquisite, sending sparks of pleasure through your entire body. You arch your back, meeting his rhythm as he thrusts deeper and deeper. You can feel him getting closer, can feel the tension building inside him.

"I'm close, cara mia," he breathes, his voice rough with need. "Come for me."

You moan, your nails digging into his shoulders. The sensation of being so close, of feeling him inside you as he reaches his climax, is almost too much to bear. You feel the wave of pleasure building within you, threatening to overwhelm you.

"Mattheo," you whimper, your body tensing as the sensation crashes over you. You cry out his name, your body pulsing around him in a release of pure ecstasy. You feel him follow you over the edge, his hips stuttering as he comes deep inside you.

He collapses on top of you, their sweat-slick bodies sticking together. You breathe in the scent of him, the heady mix of sweat and arousal. Mattheo kisses your neck before brushing off the tears on your cheek, "You can go again yeah?"

You nod, a sly smile playing on your lips. "As many times as you want."

"Good" He thrusts back in harshly, his hand finding its way to your neck. He squeezes gently, a hint of dominance in his eyes as he sets a punishing pace. "Because I'm not done with you yet."

You moan, your body responding to his touch, his claim on you. This is what you've been waiting for, what you've been dreaming of. You wrap your legs around his waist, urging him on, eager for more of him.

Your hands claw at his back as he pounds into you, each thrust hitting that perfect spot deep within you. You feel yourself building towards another climax, your breath coming in ragged gasps.

But he never lets her cum after that first one, he keeps her on the edge, her eyes glazed with lust and desperation. His grip on her neck tightens, and his teeth graze her earlobe. "You're mine," he whispers, his voice a dark growl. "Say it."

"Yours," you gasp, your voice barely audible. "I'm yours."

He smiles a cruel twist of his lips, and slams into you one final time before pulling out, leaving you trembling and gasping for air. You look up at him, confusion and need written all over your face.

"Not yet," he says, his eyes gleaming. "We're just getting started."

And so as the night goes on, he continues to tease you until you become a sobbing mess of pleasure, begging for release that he never fully gives.

#fypシ #y/n #matty #matt #mattheo #mattheo smut #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle smut #mattheo x y/n #jinxedjulychallenge #jinxedjuly #thatdamedchickennugget #finalgillx

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albondiguilla007 · 8 months ago

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Tomarry recs Part l

Soooo, for the Tomarry girlies, hope this reaches you. Here are some recommendations of the pair. You should know that all of these have something in common though, aside from being my favorites. These are TOMARRY fanfictions, meaning Harry x Tom Riddle, not Harry x Voldemort. (So, most of them time travel)

I feel more comfortable with this ship, and I’ve found that it tends to be less toxic, (though not always). Another important thing about them is that most put both Harry and Tom in equal footing, meaning: no abuse or manipulation (tho Tom certainly tries), or just any funny business.

If there is anything I love about these fics is how Harry confronts Tom, questioning his beliefs and social standing by just being good ole Harry. Sassy, magically powerful and impulsive Harry. So yeah, enjoy!

- [ ] Wear Me Like a Locket Around My Throat: Technically incomplete, but it’s basically a second part. The main arch wraps up very nicely, so I’d count it as complete. The secondary characters are amazing, I fell in love with all of them. I don’t why, but Hogwarts feels pretty nostalgic in this one. 220k https://archiveofourown.org/works/7189349/chapters/16316573

- [ ] Terrible, but Great: Incomplete, still updating. The author has already written most of the second Arch. Tom reaaaallyyy wants Harry to submit and follow the Slytherin hierarchy. Harry won’t. They have the most epic confrontations. 173k https://archiveofourown.org/works/35714410/chapters/89052469

- [ ] Of Kings, of Pawns, and of Men: Incomplete: This one is addictive, I’m telling ya. I couldn’t stop reading. Not time travel per se, but still amazing. A tiny bit of Drarry. Harry befriends the Slytherins (Blaise, Pansy, etc) Tom is OBSESSED with Harry, like absolutely crazy about him. 146k https://archiveofourown.org/works/8323864/chapters/19063957

- [ ] you belong to me (i belong to you): Incomplete: Auror absolute boss bitch Harry. He reincarnates in another boy. Sort of? He catches everyone’s attention (Tom’s) when he starts acting differently (confident, powerful, won’t take shit from anyone) than he did before. 112k https://archiveofourown.org/works/11270490/chapters/25203408

- [ ] Earning his notice: Complete: This one is very short, but I feel like it sums up all my favorite tropes. Definitely give it a try. So my boy travels back to Hogwarts, is sorted into Hufflepuff, manages to fly under the radar during his school years and starts working on a shady business on Knockturn Alley. Everything is fine until his shop is attacked by Death Eaters, and ✨surprise✨he earns Tom’s attention. 40k https://archiveofourown.org/series/1174940

- [ ] At the end of every road: Complete: Crack treated seriously. Fluff, sassy Harry. Tom courts Harry, they get engaged. Sort of. Harry becomes a professional Quidditch player. 90k https://archiveofourown.org/works/46642903/chapters/117465823

- [ ] What Souls are Made of: Complete: My two fav things: Golden Trio friendship + Tomarry (Ron and Hermione travel back in time with him) 277k https://archiveofourown.org/works/35109247/chapters/87462256

- [ ] Stab right through: Incomplete: Snarky Harry, I love him. He gets sorted in Ravenclaw (Harry is equally as confused) Tom is intrigued. 80k https://archiveofourown.org/works/12051324/chapters/27288978

more recommendations here: Part ll

#harry potter #tomarry #tom riddle #voldemort #time travel fic #fanfiction #fanfic rec #ao3 fanfic #Tomarry recs #fanfics recommendations #sassy Harry Potter #Magically powerful Harry Potter #tom riddle x harry potter #tom x harry #obssessed Tom Riddle

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elliebyrrdwrites · 4 months ago

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17.5

HERMIONE

Ron was dancing. It was awkward to watch. Mostly because he was not good at it. But also because when they were dating, he refused to dance at any event. The one and only time he had agreed to dance was at Bill and Fleur’s wedding.

And now he was twirling Alicia Spinnet around the dance floor, laughing and smiling and really, it was just infuriating.

She didn’t care that he was with Spinnet, really.

Hermione was upset because he never danced with her. She was upset because she was at a gala with Cormac stinking McLaggen and Draco Malfoy had taken her reluctant heart and twisted it with his neglect after spending the night with her. After having wildly good and passionate sex.

And he wasn’t here. He wasn’t here to see her with Cormac. She wanted to make him jealous because she wanted him to suffer. She wanted him to feel pain the way she did all the time when she thought about him. For years, there was pain punctuated only by small little moments of bliss and beautiful little moments shared, nearly in secret..

But those moments were the real problem here. Because of those moments, she felt terrible about being here with Cormac. Those moments made it impossible for her to feel good about everything she said yesterday. The things she said to Malfoy and the things she said after he had left.

She cried into the arms of Pansy Parkinson, which in itself was odd and somewhat surreal. But she had lashed out and called him horrible and selfish. Had said that she hated him.

But she didn’t. She couldn’t. Because he had said things to her that made her melt, that made her want to wrap herself into something small and infinitesimal and jump into his hand or his pocket or his chest. She wanted to bask inside of his soul, to look at all of the nooks and crannies that made up the complex and hard to understand wizard who had kissed her until she felt like collapsing.

She should leave.

Or she should find Malfoy, tell him that she wanted to go home.

With him.

Instead, she remained stuck to her chair, her thoughts heavy and consuming until a hand touched her back. Until the sudden nearness of Cormac’s mouth, almost touching her ear.

She nearly jumped out of her chair and leaned away from him, gaping at his smile as his eyelids lowered, his gaze taking on what she supposed was something seductive. He was waiting for her to respond, she realized, his eyes remaining fixed on her, a slight lift to his brow.

“What?”

“I asked if you wanted to dance.” His tongue drew out the end of the word, reminding her of a snake or a parselmouth. “Or, if you prefer, we could leave. You look rather bored.” Cormac straightened in his chair, as a grin began to morph his face into something more feline than snake like.

“Oh,” She bit her lower lip, her eyes darting to where Theo was standing. Theo, who had spent most of the night staring at Pansy but was till so attentive and alert that the second she looked over, his eyes met hers.

He was moving before she could answer Cormac.

She stood, pushing her chair back. “Dance.” She spit out, awkwardly as she watched Theo’s arm hook around Pansy.

She headed for the dancefloor, Cormac hot on her heels while Theo flawlessly swept Pansy into a waltz. He looked like a courtier, romancing a princess. Not like the guard and lethal wizard that he was.

Cormac’s hands were quick to find their place. One on her hip, the other wrapped around one of hers.

She swayed, awkwardly, as he moved her around the dancefloor. Pansy and Theo moved gracefully around them, their bodies were close, brushing close and Hermione felt a pang of envy. Theo’s left hand was at Pansy’s lower back, clenching at the fabric of her dress, pressing her chest against his.

Her eyes gave nothing away. But Hermione could feel the tension and the energy coming off of them.

She had to hand it to them, they were professional. They didn’t take their eyes off of the dancefloor, their gazes constantly shifting to where Hermione danced.

“I heard that you were staying with Harry.” Cormac broke the awkward silence.

“What?” She hadn’t told anyone at work. Aside form Harry, Draco and Theo, the only ones who knew were Pansy, Ron and Ginny. She assumed Ron could have told Alicia...though, that didn't seem likely. Ron was incredibly protective of his friends and had immediately taken the situation seriously. He didn't question any of the choices made, simply argued the case that she and Malfoy were in love with each other.

“Where did you hear that?”

Cormac shrugged, his square tightening as his eyes drifted up and over her head. “Just some office gossip floating around.” He guided her toward the edge of the dancefloor, albeit slowly, as if he had spotted someone worth schmoozing up to.

The doors to the ballroom opened and that was when the atmosphere in the room shifted. The guests grew quiet, slowly, one by one, as Harry and Malfoy stepped through the doors.

They were still dressed in their work clothes, though, Harry had at least combed his hair.

A hum of murmurs and whispers before flash after flash went off as photographers from every publication start to snap their photos of the pair. It was a hot topic for the gossip pages. Once childhood enemies turned crime fighting partners. Witch Weekly wouldn't stop raving about the two of them. The Prophet constantly called into question the choice of allowing Draco Malfoy, former Death Eater to join the department, let alone work alongside the Chosen One.

But mostly, they made inquiries about who he was dating. Often, they brought up some of the old photos of witches he had been spotted with throughout the years.

It was enough to make Hermione's stomach to sour.

Because, deep down, she knew that she wanted it to be her. And now, as she watched him stand in the middle of that ballroom, she knew she would fight to be the witch he would end up with.

Malfoy’s hair looked as wild as last night. Finger combed and unkempt. His eyes were dark and serious, the bruising more visible beneath the flash of lights.

But he looked beautiful to her. His back was ramrod straight, his shoulders drawn back with tension as his eyes scanned the room.

It only took a second or two for him to find her.

She felt a jerk to her body, the compulsion to move toward him. Instinctively, her body wanted to be near his.

But then Cormac was pulling her further towards the opposite end of the room, toward the edge of the dancefloor as if he sensed where she wanted to be, and he worked to pull her further and further away from Draco.

To where a brown haired server with bright green eyes stood, holding a black circular tray of champagne flutes. Only one glass remained full of champagne and Cormac reached for it.

Hermione kept glancing over her shoulder. Malfoy was making his way toward her.

Her heart felt too big for her chest. She could barely breathe as his eyes remained locked on hers, his tall body dwarfing those around him.

He had no coat, only the black oxford and black pants and the wand holster strapped around his broad chest. His sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, and she could see the dark ink of the dark mark tattooed there.

She was surprised to find how little it bothered her to see it. Because that wasn't who he was. He wasn't a Death Eater, he wasn't dark. It was something his father had desperately tried to mold him into but he had failed. And Hermione had to wonder if that was due to his mothers doing or simply due to the fact that Malfoy was his own man.

“I heard Harry and Malfoy are working on a rather grim case.” Cormac said into her ear. “Thirsty? Here.” He shoved the glass into her hand.

She took it without caring. Her eyes were on the figure coming toward her. He cut a striking contrast to the glitz and glam around him. He moved more graceful than the dancers he cut through, but there was something lethal about his precise movements. And his eyes were unyielding in the way they stayed latched onto hers. As if they were meant to communicate everything he had failed to tell her last night or the day before.

That he wasn't ever playing around with her. That she was not a joke to him, and that he was perhaps more serious about her than anything else.

“More office gossip?” Hermione asked, only half interested.

“Something like that. Drink up, the night is young.” He chuckled, again, putting his mouth too close to her ear.

She lifted the glass to her lips as she leaned away from him.

Malfoy was only ten feet away, now. Every muscle in her body tensed with his impending arrival. Her mouth was drying out. Her body ached with her need for him.

“Malfoy!” Ginny’s voice cut through the music.

Hermione pulled the glass away and watched as she shot through the crowd before throwing her arms around him.

He stopped, his eyes growing wide with what Hermione could only explain as alarm. Her mouth twitched as she fought the amusement as she watched him tense up with the human contact.

Malfoy looked down at the top of Ginny’s head as she pressed her cheek into his shoulder. “Weasley.” His lips pulled into what might have been a grimace or a poor attempt at a smile.

Ginny was dressed in a beautiful white, long sleeve dress that clung to her hips and flowed gracefully around her legs. Hermione thought her dress would work as a wedding gown and wished that she and Harry would just elope already.

Pulling away, Ginny smacked him in the arm, causing him to frown. “I cannot believe you.”

Hermione drifted closer, swallowing up four more feet of space between them.

“I’m sorry?”

Harry suddenly appeared behind Malfoy. “She’s trying to thank you for the wedding.” Harry chuckled as he slid his arm around his fiancé.

Hermione’s brow quirked. “What do you mean?” She asked Harry, but it was Ginny who spun to face her and replied as Hermione lifted the glass to her lips again.

Malfoy was staring at her, his eyes tracking over her.

She was wearing a dress picked out by Pansy. Rose cold organza material with lines of silver glitter that all seemed to accentuate her waist line and the flare of her hips. One of her shoulders was bare, and Draco’s eyes seemed to take in the dusting of freckles there before his eyes dropped to the skirt. Tulle mixed with organza, it was more sheer than the top and as it reached the floor it split open, starting at her mid left thigh, parting the dress nearly in two the further down it went, revealing her bare knees and calves.

She thought it was pretty before. But now, with his eyes on her, she felt more than pretty. She felt sexy, she felt powerful. She felt like she could take on the world when he looked at her like that.

“You don't know?” Her face was flushed, her eyes big and wide. “Malfoy gifted us his family’s vineyard to use for the wedding, free of charge! Including the catering!” Ginny turned to look up Harry. "Don't tell Ron but, Malfoy is a much better partner."

“What?” Hermione lowered the glass again. Her eyes locked onto Malfoy’s. He nodded but said nothing.

“Care for another dance, Hermione?” Cormac’s voice came just as his hand grasped onto her. His fingers dug into the flesh of her hip, causing her to jerk forward.

Malfoy’s eyes darkened on the wizard behind her.

“Oh, no. I’m actually rather tired.” Her eyes darted up to Malfoy’s, sending him a pointed glance.

His eyebrow lifted, reading the unspoken words. She wanted to leave. With him. She wanted to talk to him, to explain herself, she wanted him to explain himself to her.

But Cormac didn’t release her. “Malfoy, I see you dressed up for the occasion.”

With the full flute of champagne still in one hand, Hermione pushed on Cormac’s arm, forcing him to release her.

He didn’t.

“I’m certain I’ve told you once before, McLaggen, but allow me to refresh your memory.” Malfoy took a step closer, his chest now brushing up against her arm. “Don’t.” His hand darted out, his fingers wrapping around Cormac’s wrist. “Touch her.”

Cormac gasped and choked as Malfoy’s wrist twisted. The sound of tendons popping and bone grinding was nearly impossible to hear over the music and chatter of the ball room but Hermione was certain she heard it.

Pansy and Theo suddenly appeared on either side of her.

They formed a barrier around her, the three Slytherins, in the far corner of the room. Harry's eyes were narrowed in on McLaggen, occasionally darting around, as he seemed to have Malfoy's back.

“Hasn’t anyone ever told you, McLaggen,” Pansy drawled, her hand moving to Hermione’s hips, slowly pulling her out of the line of fire. “When a girl says she’s tired at,” She looked at her wrist. There was no watch, only a beautiful diamond bracelet that glittered like a rainbow against the glare of the rooms lighting. “Eight fifteen, it means she isn't interested?”

“Parkinson?” Cormac choked as Malfoy dropped his hand. He held it up against his chest with a scowl. “Who let you in here? Weren’t you tossed into the garbage with the rest of these former Death Eaters?” He nodded toward Draco and his exposed Dark Mark, his scowl growing more and more horrendous.

Before anyone could respond, though, Cormach was lifting up into the air before being flipped upside down. Everyone gasped and screamed as his body flew several feet where it slammed into the wall. The back of his skull cracked against the plaster, creating little fissures to spread out behind him.

Draco’s pale eyes glittered with delight as he watched the scene unfold.

Theo stepped in front of them and approached Cormac, sliding his hands into his pockets.

It was Theo who had slammed Cormac’s body against the wall without a single flick of his wand, without a single utterance of a verbal incantation.

And it was Theo who was bending over, and lowering his mouth to Cormac’s ear.

“What the hell did McLaggen do now?” Ron was standing to her right, Alicia tucked into the side of his body, his arm thrown over her shoulder.

Hermione glanced up at Malfoy and Pansy. They were both watching Theo with something dark and something giddy.

She looked to watch as Cormac’s eyes widened slowly as if each word Theo uttered was another reason to be shocked.

She watched as fear sank deep into his features, forcing him to gulp, before Theo pulled away and nodded once. As though satisfied with the color of the paint chosen for the wall.

When he turned around, his bright hazel eyes went to Pansy, who lifted her chin, some sort of silent communication passing between them before Theo held out his hand for her, a slight bend to his waist.

She didn’t smile, but she didn’t roll her eyes, as she slid her hand into his.

Hermione watched in awe as he hauled her into his arms, graceful and flawlessly before they waltzed away from the group as Cormac fell to the floor with a loud grunt.

“Well, that was exciting.” Ron drawled, causing Alicia to giggle.

Hermione looked up as Malfoy lowered his gaze back to her. He said nothing as he held his hand out to her. He only arched his brow.

She held out the flute of champagne for someone, anyone, to take from her.

Someone did, Ron or Alicia, she wasn’t sure and she didn’t care.

Because Malfoy’s eyes were darkening with something that caused her stomach to clench, that caused her heart to race, her palms to grow damp.

“Where did Cormac go?” Harry asked, looking over the crowd, his eyes sharp as they scanned the room.

“Maybe he finally got the clue and realized nobody wants him around.” Ginny snorted.

“Like, ever.” Ron joked.

Malfoy’s lip twitched, a smile threatening to break free.

When she was free of the glass, she stepped forward, her hand reaching out for his.

They hadn’t spoken a word to each other. But somehow, everything was so loud and clear. He was there for her. And she had been waiting for him to arrive.

Their fingers brushed just as a glass shattered onto the floor.

“Alicia!” Ron was shouting.

Screams filled the small space around them before shouts of alarm filled the entire room.

Hermione spun around and slapped a hand over her mouth in horror when she saw Alicia Spinnet twitching on the floor, her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She was foaming at the mouth and Ron was leaning over her down on his hands and knees, repeating her name. Calling it out to her over and over.

An arm wrapped around her waist and hauled her away. Theo’s scent of pine engulfed her and Pansy was suddenly in front of her, her back pressed in tight against Hermione’s chest.

“Alicia!” Hermione gasped. But Theo was moving swiftly, His and Pansy’s body created a barricade around her.

“She drank from the glass you handed her.” He said into her ear through clenched teeth.

“Where’s Draco?” She was clawing at his arms, trying to push herself up onto her toes, trying to see over Pansy’s shoulder. “Where is he?”

“Cormac gave you the glass, Granger.” Pansy hissed over her shoulder and then they were suddenly outside of the ballroom, pushing through a throng of people rushing forward to watch the spectacle. “Draco went after him.”

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The Great War: Chapter 5

Pairing: Mattheo x Reader

Hey everybody!! This one's a "bit" longer than the last chapter but I had so much fun writing it!!! I hope you all enjoy! As always I'm the author (please don't repost) <3

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Warnings: mild language, kissing, underage drinking (mentioned once), dancing, jealousy, Mattheo having difficulty processing emotions healthily

Word Count: 3457

Description: It's Halloween and Y/N gets invited to a Slytherin party but she already made plans with her friends. Can she do her mission and be a good friend without arousing suspicion or will it all come crumbling down?

Taglist: @sylveryfire, @undercover-smutlover, @relminnie

It had been a month since Riddle had gotten that detention during Astronomy class. She had soon discovered that they actually had a few classes together, he just didn’t show up. They never talked, not even when Pansy invited her to join them. Only for studying purposes though.

She had still made no headway with her mission, he was so unpredictable. Thankfully Professor Dumbledore hadn’t asked for any updates yet, she would hate to seem as if she hadn’t been doing anything.

Y/N had done her best to follow him but it seemed that all he did was smoke and hang out with his fellow Slytherins, causing mischief. They were only two months into school and Riddle along with his partners-in-crime had already cost Slytherin house five hundred points, points they had also won back with ease by simply answering questions in Defense Against the Dark Arts. Snape’s clear favoritism working in their favor.

Walking through the halls she nearly crashed into a certain old friend. He gave her a curt nod.

“Y/L/N.”

“Malfoy.”

They continued walking in their separate directions. A spectator would never have known how close of friends they used to be. Running around the Malfoy Manor playing hide and seek with Dobby. Back when life was simple. He had changed since then, no longer the boy who used to tell her of all of the grand adventures they would go on when they got to Hogwarts. Now he was the boy who teased them, insulted them. The boy who made her friends’ lives a living hell. She couldn’t forgive him for that.

All that was left between them now was a nostalgia for a friendship long since broken.

When she turned the corner she spotted a familiar head of curly brown hair and green robes. Finally. She watched as he crept through the hallway towards one of the abandoned wings. In such an immense castle, there were many classrooms that had been long forgotten. He ducked into one of the hidden pathways that Harry had been informed of when he got the Marauders Map.

To herself she muttered, “Where are you going?”

His footsteps echoed through the tunnel, masking her own. Keeping her steps in time with his, she trailed behind, hoping that his destination would be of interest to Professor Dumbledore and be something connected to his father’s return. It was doubtful that it would be anything of any real interest but maybe…

Quiet as a mouse she followed as he opened a door and stepped into the room behind it. Cloaked in shadows she crept up to the door, peaking through the crack to see what was behind. The smell of smoke wafted through the space between the door and the wall, the only sound that of his breaths. Then she heard it. It was far too quiet to tell but she thought she could hear music. An indiscernible melody barely audible through the door that separated them.

Shaking her head she turned and walked back to where she came from. Here she had been, hoping that he was up to something and all he was doing was smoking and listening to music. Gods, she felt so stupid. Did she honestly think that she would find anything of interest?

“The Smiths.” She realized aloud. That’s who he was listening to. Tucking away that insignificant piece of information, she walked back to the Gryffindor tower, her head hung low.

Walking straight past Hermione she sighed, taking a seat on her bed. Not saying anything she started rethinking her game plan. If Riddle was involved with Voldemort’s return, and he must be, he would cover his steps. The evidence would not be easy to find. She would need to find a way for the Slytherins to trust her more and quickly. Lost in her thoughts she barely heard her friend ask something.

“What?”

“You know you can always talk to me, right?” Hermione asked.

“Of course.” Y/N said, moving away, not meeting her best friend’s eyes.

Her flippant attitude only irked Hermione. Something was going on with her best friend and she intended to find out what.

“Y/N…” She gently placed a hand on the girl’s shoulder.

“I’m fine, just really tired. Talk more in the morning?” Without waiting for her response she laid down on her side, pulling the covers over herself. “Good night.” With a flick of her wand her bedside light went out.

Watching her best friend lay there, facing the opposite direction, the covers rising up and down with every shaky breath as she pretended to be falling asleep Hermione stood there deep in thought. They had been friends for over five years now, she was of the opinion that she knew her best friend pretty well, maybe better than anyone else and yet there were moments. Moments where she looked over at Y/N and thought, who is this person? Lately she’d been acting odd, always sneaking off and having all of these study sessions. Maybe she was secretly dating someone? Hermione thought hopefully. She had been writing a lot of little notes that when questioned had simply said ‘it’s a secret’ with a little smile. Maybe it was someone in a different house? Although that was ridiculous, why would she think they wouldn’t accept someone from a different house? Unless it was Slytherin. None of them were ever nice to Gryffindors.

All of these what ifs swirled around in Hermione’s head until she eventually settled on the one that made the most sense. She was secretly dating someone in a different house who might not be a guy. Maybe she liked girls? Satisfied with that idea for now, she got ready to go to sleep.

The next morning Y/N awoke and everything was as if nothing had happened. Although Hermione has started giving her these really weird looks and acting like she knew something.

“What?”

Hermione gave her a blank look, “Huh?”

“Do I have something on my face or something?”

“No?”

“Are you sure cause you keep on giving me really funny looks like there’s something off.”

“Sorry, I must’ve spaced off or something. You don’t have anything on your face Y/N.”

Not entirely assured, she simply said, “Okay.”

In Divination class they were supposed to be reviewing for a test. It wasn’t actually a test. Professor Trelawney didn’t believe in tests. But she was required to give one so all it was was a few questions about basic material they had all first been taught back in third year. The study guide itself was only three questions that every student finished within the first five minutes of class.

“Your taste in music is shit.” Nott joked. Or at least Y/N thought he was joking. It was always so hard to tell.

Malfoy sneered, “And yours isn’t?”

“Whatever, at least I’m not the one who will be arriving unaccompanied.”

“Like I care.”

His friend snorted but let it rest.

After class while they were gathering their things Pansy stayed behind, waiting while her friends disappeared into the crowd on the staircase.

“Hey, you want to come?” Pansy asked.

Looking over at her, “To the party?”

“Yeah.”

“You sure? Won’t it be weird.”

Pansy rolled her eyes, “Who the fuck cares? It’s only weird if you make it weird. If you want to come, come, if you don’t want to, then don’t come. It’s that simple.”

“Okay, I guess?”

“Great, see you there!”

At lunch people were excitedly talking about All Hallow’s Eve. She remembered back in first year when Hermione had to explain the concept of Halloween and dressing up in costumes before she had overheard Ron and spent all of the feast in the bathroom before the troll came. Second year the four of them had decided to dress up. It had all been great fun but the best part, according to Harry, was the trick or treating. As a kid he never got to but his cousin had. Hermione, being the child of two dentists, had also never gotten the experience. Y/N and Ron had spent days meticulously planning to get some candy so they could all experience a version of it. Third year, once they were able to go to Hogsmeade, was when it truly became a tradition of sorts.

“I can’t believe it’s tomorrow!” Ron said excitedly.

“I know? We’ve already been at Hogwarts for two whole months!” Harry exclaimed. Time always passed quickly at school, rapidly leaving them at the end of spring and facing the return home.

“Time flies.” Y/N remarked.

“So, nine o’clock we meet in the room of requirement?”

Hermione nodded before taking a sip of water. “Nine.”

Standing up abruptly Y/N breezily said, “See you guys later.” Before walking out of the Great Hall leaving her friends staring after her with furrowed brows.

Finding a quiet place outside she pulled out a book and flipped to the pages her bookmark was nestled between. The birds chirping sweetly was the perfect background noise, the fountain drowning out any other noise.

The pages flew by as time went on, her mind fully focused on the plot of her book instead of her surroundings. Just when the double agent was revealed a shout broke the silence, piercing through her calm environment.

Grimacing, her eyes boring into the page she continued to read.

Whipping through the air a quaffle hit her square on the side of her head, the force of it nearly knocking her over. Setting her book down she picked up the quaffle. Moving to her feet she searched for its owner only to be met with a familiar smirk.

“You okay?”

Snarling, “Like you care.”

“Can I have my ball back?” He asked, trying to grab it.

Stealing it out of his grasp she shook her head. “Apologize.”

“Sorry, princess.” There was that infernal smirk again.

With gritted teeth she repeated herself. “Apologize like you actually mean it.”

“I am sincerely sorry.” She was about to relent when he smirked, “Princess.”

Pulling her arm back she threw the quaffle as far and as high as she could, clearing the surrounding trees and landing it squarely on top of a statue’s sharp sword. Perfect.

Riddle glared at her, his smirk wiped from his face. She gave him a coy smile before turning back to where her book rested on the ground.

Behind her she heard a muttered curse, “Fuck.”

Gritting her teeth she took a seat once more, opening her book. Her gaze refused to stray from her page. The yells from across the courtyard echoing in her eardrums. By the time she finished her book it was nearing dinner time so she got back up, dusting her robes off a bit as she walked inside.

In the privacy of the dorm room she put on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, not having anything else more suitable for a party. Grabbing a coat in case of a chill she walked out and ran straight into Lavender.

“Oh, hey. Where are you off to?”

Keeping up with her lie she shrugged, “Study group.”

Brushing past the girl she headed out of Gryffindor tower and followed the corridors until she was just outside of the dungeons. The door was left ajar, music thumping through the stone walls, echoing through the corridor. Students of all ages were roaming around the Slytherin common room, some weren’t even Slytherin. In fact a significant number of them were Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs that she recognized from classes over the years.

Not a single Gryffindor was in sight. Weaving through the crowd she spotted a familiar head of silvery blonde hair. Switching directions she found a fellow sixth year student from Hufflepuff.

“Hey!” She shouted in greeting, her voice barely audible over the noise.

“Oh my god, hi! Imagine seeing you here?” The girl, Hannah, gave her a genuine smile, her eyes lit up. She was practically bouncing up and down like a rabbit. The girl gave her a quick hug before showing her to the table with all of the snacks and what looked like firewhiskey.

“So, how’d you manage an invitation? Gryffindors aren’t allowed to these parties last I heard.”

Taking a sip Y/N responded, “Pansy invited me. We sit together in Divination.”

“Oh. Okay cause I assumed that it was a rule or something that only certain Slytherins could invite people. I guess Pansy made the list.”

In a low, sort of mutter she echoed, “Guess so.”

As if on cue the Slytherin girl appeared, her black hair in a chic bob, the ends slightly curled. She was wearing a green top and a black skirt, paired with silver jewelry. Suddenly Y/N started to feel a bit self-conscious. Nearly everyone else was dressed somewhat nicely. Some of the guys were more casually attired though. Shrugging, she decided she didn’t care if she stuck out like a sore thumb.

Pansy gave her a small smile, “You came.”

“I sure did.”

“Oi, Parkinson. What’s she doing here?” Some Slytherin boy barked from where he sat on a couch. Malfoy turned his head to see that the she in question was indeed Y/N. Shaking his head he mentally berated Pansy, giving her a disappointed frown. She simply shot him a sweet smile in return.

Placing her hands on her hips she glared daggers at the Slytherin boy. “I invited her.”

“And who told you you could do that? It certainly wasn’t me.”

“I don’t need anyone’s permission.”

He shook his head, “Yes, you do.”

“Bullshit. She’s my friend.”

“She’s a Gryffindor! Slytherins aren’t friends with Gryffindors.” He glanced towards the others as if to say, “Come on, back me up here!”

“Whatever.”

Before he could respond an arm was casually slung across her shoulders. “She’s with me.”

Even if she hadn’t recognized his voice she would have known by their faces. All of them went blank. The Slytherin who had been harassing them was suddenly bowing and scraping as if that changed what he had just said.

“I apologize. We didn’t realize.”

“Don’t make that same mistake again.” Riddle warned.

Pulling her over to the side, away from that group he turned to face Pansy who had followed.

He gave her a pointed look, “You’re welcome.”

She rolled her eyes, “We didn’t need your help.”

“Well you got it.”

In a flat, sarcastic tone she gave him a reluctant, “Thanks.”

He gave her a smile before turning to Y/N.

“Don’t get in any more trouble, princess.”

She opened her mouth to respond but he walked away, disappearing into the crowd.

Seizing her hand, Pansy tugged her along onto the dance floor. A bit hesitant, she observed others for a cue. Following suit, she began to jump up and down to the beat of the music. The song shifted into another, a bit slower, song.

Swaying to the beat she noticed a guy in her periphery. She had never met him before and under normal circumstances would never have gone up to him but liquid courage filled her veins and not the potion kind. Shifting towards him he gave her a welcoming nod and a half-smile. Their dancing intertwined seamlessly, both of them just moving to the beat as if they had been dancing together for their whole lives. Standing behind her he placed his hands on her hips. Glancing upwards he noticed a Slytherin boy glaring at them from where he sat next to his friends. Raising an eyebrow in challenge he leaned his body further into hers.

He was playing with fire but he quite enjoyed getting burned.

Riddle jumped to his feet, walking towards the hallway, his hand encircling a girl’s wrist and dragging her behind him. Y/N, oblivious to everything going on around her, continued to dance until the song changed to one she hated. Scowling, she apologized and exited the dancing throng.

Tossing back another drink she paused, waiting for the magical buzz to hit her. A golden glow filled her veins, leaving a fiery burning sensation. Spotting Pansy heading over she stayed standing there.

“Hey, having fun?”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah!” Her head started to spin. “Actually, I’m not feeling too great.”

“Okay, do you want to sit down for a bit?”

She nodded. Pansy found her a spot on the couch to rest.

“I should probably head back.” Y/N admitted. She needed to lie down.

Pansy nodded. “Do you want me to walk with you?”

“No, I’ll be fine.” She waved her off as she attempted to stand on legs that wobbled like a foal.

Stumbling out of the Slytherin common room she came face to face with Riddle sucking the face off of some poor girl.

“Ugh! Get a room.”

They both turned to look at her with hooded eyes, their lips swollen. “Stop watching.”

Scoffing, she stormed down the corridor and out of the dungeons. Making her way to the Room of Requirement she hoped she would make it on time. When the door opened it was empty. No Hermione, no Harry, no Ron. No one.

Puzzled, she hurried to Gryffindor tower, sneaking past Filch on his mission to find misbehaving kids.

When she crept through the entrance she stopped in her tracks. Sitting there on the couch waiting for her were her friends.

No one uttered a word.

Breaking the silence she gave them a sheepish wave, “Hey guys.”

“Where were you?” Harry asked. “It’s almost eleven.”

“I’m sorry, I lost track of time.”

Ron nodded, chiming in, “We were worried sick!”

“I’m sorry.”

Hermione sighed. Both of the boys looked over at her, waiting for her to say something.

“Let’s just go to bed, it’s late.”

Disappointed, they stood, walking up to their room.

Once they were gone Hermione asked, “Did you have a study session again?”

“Yes.”

“For which class?”

Unsure where she was going she went with the first class that popped into her head, “Divination.”

“With Lavender, Padma, and Parvati?”

“Mhmm.”

“That’s strange.”

“Why?”

“Because they were all hanging out here together. All night.”

Y/N stood still as a statue, not a hair moving. Shit. Thinking quickly she explained, “They are usually in our group. Today they decided not to come.”

Not quite willing to give up, Hermione questioned her yet again. “Then why did you say that you were studying with them?”

“I don’t know! I usually do but today they didn’t come. Look, I said I was sorry. I screwed up, I lost track of time. I am sorry. Why are we still talking about this?”

“I don’t know Y/N. You tell me.”

“Well I have no idea what you want from me!”

Her best friend gave her a look. “I want answers. Where have you been sneaking off to lately? Why are you always lying about studying with Lavender and her friends when every time they say that they haven’t seen you all day?” She lowered her voice a bit. “You’ve changed Y/N. You’re always disappearing for hours at a time with little to no explanation. I’m worried about you.”

“You don’t have to be.”

“Then how about you tell me what’s going on? If there’s nothing to be concerned about then why don’t you tell me what you’re hiding? Are you dating someone? Is that it?”

“No. I’m not dating anyone. I just have a lot going on with my family.” Hermione took a step back, an apologetic look crossing her face.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s fine. I just am not really sure what or if there is even something that I can do to help them. They are scared for their lives now that he’s officially back. Right now they are in Guatemala, they sent a postcard a few days ago. By now they might be in a different country. I just didn’t want to talk about it with you guys.”

She nodded, a soft smile with watery eyes. “I’m sorry for yelling at you. I know how much you care about them.”

“Thanks.”

Hermione stepped forward, wrapping both arms around Y/N, squeezing gently. After a few seconds later she pulled away, wiping her eyes.

“I am really sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not. I should have been a better friend. I should have noticed something was up.”

“It’s really not. That was kind of the whole point of not telling anyone. I didn’t want you guys to know and feel bad for me.”

“We’re your friends Y/N. If something is going on we want to be there for you. Please let us.”

Y/N nodded.

“Good. Okay. Wow, it’s late. Let’s get to bed.”

“Okay.”

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softly-potter · 5 months ago

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Stand Still Like a Hummingbird

Summary: Hermione learns of Draco’s indiscretions during their break.

Pairing: Draco X Hermione

Word count: 196

A/N: Inspired by episode 5 of season 2 of Euphoria

‪“Open the fucking door Malfoy” ‬Hermione cried, banging on the panel again, hard. Behind her, Harry was silent, ready for the inevitable when Hermione accepted what Draco had done.

“What kind of fucking friend are you?” She cried, her voice wobbling, a mix of sorrow and anger. “This isn’t about Pansy. This is about you, and me and our friendship, if you can even call it that, and if you wanna throw it away than fine. I don’t wanna be fucking friends with you either.”

She rattled the knob again, hoping maybe this time it’ll unlock, that Draco will step out and tell her it was a lie. That he hadn’t been seeing Pansy behind her back. That even though they hadnt been together, they both agreed to honor their relationship while they took a step back.

“You’re a fucking coward and I would’ve never done this to you.” She sobbed, forehead leaving against the door. “Just tell me was she worth it? You owe me that.”

Eventually when he didn’t answer, Harry grabbed Hermione by the elbow, and she let herself be lead from the room, dropping their apartment key by the sink before they left.

#dramione edit #cheating au #dramione #blurbs with softlypotter #blurb #pansy parkinson

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coffeebooksrain18 · 26 days ago

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HARRY POTTER MATCHUP TRADE WITH @sugutoad!!! I'M SO EXCITED TO DO THIS WITH YOU GIRLY!!

I match you with...Draco Malfoy!!!

HEADCANONS

seeing as you two are both purebloods and from wealthy and influential families it was clear to your families to have you two marry once they saw how close of friends you are. you both enjoyed pranking people together. though it was more Draco who enjoyed this compared to you but you enjoyed it nonetheless.

when you got to Hogwarts Draco never left your side as he knows how much you hate crowds with people you don't know. he held your hand until he was sorted. when you were sorted to Slytherin no one cheered as loudly as Draco, he knew he would stay your friend even if you were in a different house, even Gryffindor. but when he saw you got into the same house as him he was overjoyed as he gets to have you as close to him as possible now.

it wasn't until 5th year that you two were an official couple. though you had kissed, made out, and even groped each other, but that was all in good fun, this was real now. and you best believe Draco shoved it in everyone's faces that you were his and his alone now. it wasn't uncommon for students to catch you two in the halls playing tonsil hockey, or the two of you walking around with dark hickys on your necks (you more than him). lets just say you were acting like two hormonal teens in love.

when the battle of Hogwarts went down Draco didn't care about anything other than your safety. he killed cousins, uncles, and aunts, just to make sure you stayed out of harm's way. when you asked if he regretted it he said. "are you breathing? is your heart still pumping? are you alive?" and you noded "then no, I have no reason to regret anything if it means your safe and sound by my side."

HOUSE

I put you in house Slytherin, they match our ambition and resourcefulness. like a Slytherin, you take what is owed to you and won't let anyone take it from you. Strangely you are liked by most of Hogwarts as even though you are a Slytherin people know you are kind, giving, and understanding of others. but just like every Slytherin, no one tries to wants to cross you as you are not afraid to show them that though you are kind, you are still a Slytherin.

SHIP TROPES

childhood friends to lovers arranged marriage sun (You) x moon (Draco)

SHIP SONG(S)

Don't Blame Me by Taylor Swift Night Changes By One Direction

PATRONUS

I give you the wolf as your Patronus. Wolves represent Loyalty, Intelligence, strength, freedom, individuality, and a strong sense of family. all of these traits make you as a person, and I can't see any other animal matching you better.

OTHER RELATIONSHIPS

Hermione Granger and you were close friends, you two were study buddies. you met in first year in the library, she had the book you were looking for and when you asked if she could give it to you after she was done she looked at you then your house robes and asked "are you not jsut going to demand it of the "mudblood'? to which you said "I had not known ypur parents wee mud monsters. but if you mean the slur people use for muggle borns, no, your a witch just like me no matter how much magic linage you have." this shocked her and had starteeda friendship that would last a life time. Pansy Parkinson and you never got along she wanted your man, your boyfriend, and she didn't even have the decency to hide it. she would always try and out do you trying to catch Dracos attention, one night you got fed up and lets just say our made sure she heard you and Draco while you were in your room that night. (yes is is a spicy head canon) Professor Snape treated you the same way he treated Draco, like royalty, though your family is pretty much wizard royalty. But it was more than that, you studied diligently, worked hard, and treated your professors with great respect. it was these reasons that you became his favorite student of your year, every year your parents would hear of how wonderful a student you are from him. lets just say, the other students were nice to you, if only in potions class so they could get a in with the rude professor Snape.

MOONBOARD

#My Criston Cole [🥀]#harry potter #hp #matchup exchanges #matchup trade #match up #draco malfoy #hermione granger #severus snape #pansy parkinson #slytherin

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dhr-ao3 · 2 months ago

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Pensieves and Possibilities

Pensieves and Possibilities https://ift.tt/aLVyikS by LadyGlencora Fred Weasley hates Hermione Granger. Excuse him--Hermione Malfoy He hated her when she chose the Ferret over his brother. He hated her every time he collected his brother from a pub. He hated her more every time he had to pay a pub owner and promise Ron would never darken their door again. He especially hated her when he dropped Ron at the Muggle thing called rehab. But, when Harry Potter gives him a box of Draco Malfoy's memories, Fred discovers all the possible ways he could love her. Words: 5009, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Major Character Death Categories: F/M Characters: Fred Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Padma Patil, Ron Weasley, Harry Potter, Theodore Nott Relationships: Hermione Granger/Fred Weasley, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Neville Longbottom/Pansy Parkinson, Charlie Weasley/Blaise Zabini, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley Additional Tags: Fremione - Freeform, But also, dramione - Freeform, but not at the same time, draco is a ghost, Draco and Fred friendship, Draco and Fred banter, Slow Burn, x's 2, Weasley Family Bashing (Harry Potter), but everyone is redeemed, Padma is the BAMF best friend you didn't know you needed, Padma is going to get her own story because she's just that awesome, Soulmate-Identifying Marks via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/Yrf4VuQ September 26, 2024 at 07:31AM

#IFTTT #Dramione #Draco x Hermione

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t1oui · 8 months ago

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having a hard time working on i slam the door and i'm on my way rn because i actually dislike writing angst lol. not going to stop updating ofc but updates will be sporattic like i said, even if the first few chapters had a weekly update schedule (i updated pretty much every weekend)

anyways, i thought i'd do quick intros to all the fics i have in the works (+ a re intro to istdaiomw for anyone who doesn't know what it is)

teen and up | no archive warnings apply | multiple relationships | incomplete a jegulus-centered fic with background sirius x remus and lily x evan x barty. might (probably will) also have dorlene.

takes place during the war and follows multiple povs (so far james, regulus, and - soon - evan). basically just a what-if if regulus ran away from his family and joined james & sirius at the potters'.

you can find this fic here!

teen and up | no archive warnings apply | multiple relationships | not yet published (or written 💀)

the next wip on this list is troublemakers, which is something i've had in the back of my mind for a while now. originally it centered around lily, rose, and my oc lucy, but i recently i decided to change it so the two povs are lucy and albus's.

basically, it follows (or will follow) albus, the only slytherin in his immediate family, who feels overshadowed by his famous siblings and his friends, who two of which have just become prefects. the fic will show him reconnecting with his family and basically carving out a niche for himself (and will have scorbus)

it will also follow my oc, lucy weasley-wood. she often feels like the laughingstock of her family - like albus, overshadowed by her friends and cousins: confident lily and smart rose. this fic will show her also carving out a niche for herself and might have some romance between her and another oc of mine, a deamus child named henry :)

basically just a dual pov fic about two cousins finding themselves

teen and up | character death | multiple relationships | also unpublished & not yet written

a place called home is the name of the series rewrite i'm currently plotting and i love it sm honestly lol

this rewrite would be very headcanony and would be harry's pov. basically, in this world harry was adopted and raised by the lovegood family and is the older brother of luna. also, pandora doesn't die. xenophilius is lucius malfoy's disowned older brother so luna, harry, and draco are cousins.

the main crew in this fic would be harry, hermione, blaise, and pansy with quite a bit of draco and some luna. harry, pansy, and draco are slytherins while hermione, blaise, and luna are ravenclaws. (this fic will/would have pretty heavy ron bashing for most of it but he gets a redemption arc i promise ;-; not like we really get to see it but yknow i tried)

the focus of this fic is friendship, so no one in the main crew is dating, but the endgame ships are harry x cedric, hermione x cho, and draco x blaise. pansy... she's just there. oh yeah and nuna

there's also background percy x oliver, dean x seamus, lavender x parvati, and sirius x remus. would also have a shorter side story following percy and his friends which i'll talk about next

mature | graphic depictions of violence | m/m | not published or written

so this story was originally made as a story to accompany a place called home, but it could (and might) be published by itself. it follows the story of a slytherin percy weasley through his years at hogwarts & during the war alongside his best friends penelope clearwater, oliver wood, and marcus flint. it would show percy's side of a place called home.

though this fic originally started as purely funny "haha percy and his friends are trying to keep harry alive at school" i honestly think it will be one of if not the darkest of these wips lol. sure there will also be violence in apch and istdaiomw but this is the only fic with super graphic descriptions of any violence bc percy... let's just say bro goes through some stuff.

the title is the name of a spell made by percy that is pretty important both in this fic and in a place called home :) i won't say what it's for but it mixes two latin words meaning show/reveal and secret.

so yeah, this is a basic idea of the bigger things i have in the works right now. as for things on the smaller side, i'm actively working on developing a sequel to my oneshot if you stayed as well as working on an evan pov muggle au with rosekiller & jegulus. might post more on those later :)

#hp fandom #harry potter fandom #harry potter #hp #hp fanfic #fic: i slam the door and i'm on my way #wip intros #james potter #regulus black #percy weasley #hermione granger #luna lovegood #draco malfoy #jegulus #perciver #marauders era

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