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obsessedwithceleste · 1 year ago

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Lessons in Love

(Or why Enzo should be banned from advanced potion making)

Theodore Nott x Ravenclaw Reader

Summary: Ft. Enzo being bad at potions, the Ravenclaw common room door, and more than one accidental love confession.

word count: 3.3k

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A deep sigh escapes your lips as you walk purposefully through the empty halls of the castle. You loved Enzo. Really, you did. But how that bastard had managed to squeeze enough O.W.Ls out of his arse to get into advanced potion making was absolutely beyond you.

It’s not that you thought your childhood best friend was dumb per se. You simply thought his talents lay elsewhere. Like in herbology. Or anywhere really where adding a pinch too much powdered moonstone didn’t result in a glittery pink potion exploding all over the front of your robes. This never would have happened of course, if your usual, equally talented, potions partner, Theodore Nott, had actually bothered to show up, but god only knew where that boy had wandered off to.

Walking into classes earlier that day you had been giddy with excitement. While potions may not have been Enzo’s forte, it was most definitely yours and advanced potions was finally giving you the challenge you had been craving. Amortentia, your professor had said, is the strongest love potion in the world, thereby making it exceptionally difficult to brew. You already knew this of course as it had all been detailed in the days readings. Not only would it make someone obsessively in love, but it also had an addictive scent, changing to fit what one was most attracted to. Now that was all well and good until one was covered in it.

Originally, you figured that all would be fine. Enzo profusely apologized, quickly following up with a joke about how “at least you’ll smell nice for once.” But oh how right he’d been. It started with students accidentally bumping into you in the corridor as you went from class to class as they subconsciously leaned in to follow the alluring scent. A minor inconvenience you thought. (Although you did have to choose to ignore that third year almost getting impaled on a statue’s sword because he wasn’t paying attention after you passed.)

But then Cho and Marietta couldn’t stop leaning in to get a whiff of the scent all throughout the start of charms, causing Flitwick to continuously shoot concerned glances at the three of you. You eventually caved, moving quickly and silently to the back of the class room where Enzo was sat with the rest of the Slytherins. As soon as he saw you making your way over, he leaned over, whispering something in Daphne’s ear beside him. She gives you a quick look of knowing pity before moving into the empty seats usually claimed by Theodore and Matteo who were, unsurprisingly, still no where to be found.

“For what it’s worth, I really am sorry,” Enzo mumbles, at least having the decency to look embarrassed as you plop into the seat beside him.

“This is horrible! I did not need to know that Marietta’s amortentia smells like bloody Cormac McLaggen or whatever his name is,” you hiss in response.

Enzo lets out a quiet chuckle, sneaking a quick glance at your house mate.

“Hey,” he whispers after a moment, “What do you smell anyway? You must be going mad having that stuff all over you.”

You shoot a glare at your friend. You had a sinking feeling he already knew, considering he had been poking fun at you for weeks. You shudder remembering all those disgusting kissy faces Enzo had been making at you from across the library just last week. Bloody bastard was fishing for confirmation. Maybe if you ignore him, he’ll simply go away you think to yourself. Enzo however, takes your silence as an admission of guilt, a grin spreading across his face.

“I knew it. So tell me y/n, what does dear Theodore Nott smell like? Cigarette smoke? Hippogriff dung?” He snickers.

“He is my best friend, Lorenzo,” you whisper, giving the boy beside you another withering glare.

Enzo’s face falls at this.

“I’m your best friend.” He grumbles.

“I don’t know why. You’re mean to me,” you reply with exasperation.

He immediately perks up again at this, giving you a slight nudge.

“So I’m right? You do like Theo?” He asks excitedly.

“Enzo, I will avada you, and make it look like an accident,” you hiss in response.

“Come on, y/n, I’m your best friend, you have to tell me these things,” he pouts.

“Oh really? Like how you have to tell me about how you’re probably smelling Daphne’s shampoo right now? Or is it her lavender perfume?” You ask innocently, batting your lashes.

Enzo goes beet red at this, gesturing wildly at you to lower your voice.

“Hush woman! She’s right there!” He hisses.

You say nothing, only giving him a triumphant grin before turning back to Flitwick to try to salvage what few notes you’d been able to take down that lesson.

The final straw occurred during ancient runes when poor, unsuspecting Hermione sat down behind you and asked with a look of bewilderment if you had been showered with Draco’s cologne that morning. Her look of absolute horror only grew as you told her of your distressing situation. You thought she might faint when she realized that Draco had been within earshot and now had a shit eating grin on his face. With a sigh of defeat, you give Hermione an apologetic smile before deciding it was time to turn in the white flag of defeat.

You breathe a heavy sigh of relief as you finally come to a stop outside your common room door. You then frown, realizing you had in fact, made it to your common room door.

“What makes a raven like a writing desk?” The metallic voice of the Ravenclaw common room door asks, springing to life.

This putrid, skanky little-

“You wouldn’t want me to shove either of them up your ars-“

A low whistle catches your attention before you’re able to finish cursing out your common room’s door thoroughly.

“Whoa there feisty, let the eagle be,” Theo’s voice laughs as he steps into view.

The strong scent of roasted coffee beans and smoke that had been burning your nostrils all day hits you once again like a ton of bricks. Giving the eagle another withering glare, you turn your full attention to the looming threat approaching. You would sooner throw yourself off of the astronomy tower than let Theo know that your amortentia smelled like him. Someone had to keep the boy’s bloody ego in check.

“Full offense Theodore, I’ve had a horrendously awful day today, and I really don’t have time for whatever nonsense you’re about to start.” You say with a roll of your eyes as you cross your arms at the boy in front of you.

Theo laughs again, mirroring your movements as he leans against one of the pillars lining the halls.

“Poor principessa. Have a hard day in classes without me?” He asks with a smirk.

You scowl in response. It didn’t help that you had, in fact, missed the brunette’s comforting, albeit annoying, presence all day, but you weren’t about to admit that.

“Now that you mention it, I didn’t even realize you were missing. What snake hole did you slither off to today?” You ask, the lie sliding easily off your lips.

Theo cocks as eyebrow at that but leaves it be.

“Matteo wanted to ditch, had to baby sit. Make sure he didn’t get into too much trouble. You know how it goes,” Theo replied shrugging his shoulders. “And what’s a pretty little witch like yourself doing skiving off class?”

Theo takes another step forward.

“Don’t come closer!” You yelp before you can stop yourself. You had no interest knowing what Theo would smell if he got close enough. He frowns at you however.

“And why not?” He challenges, taking another step towards you. This boy really did not take well to being told what to do.

“I- I smell. Really bad. Had to leave class, I just- ya know, smelled, so bad” You splutter, mentally kicking yourself. Who says that in front of the guy they like? Why were you like this?

Theo’s thick brows shoot up at your declaration before he takes a final large step towards you and leans in, pressing his hand against your forehead before moving it down to feel your cheek.

“Y/n are you ill? Do you need to go see Madam Pomfrey? I can walk you there if you’d like.” He says, any bit of snark his voice previously held long gone.

“I’m fine Theodore, really.” you say, batting his hand away.

“Are you sure?” He asks, looking at you disbelievingly.

He leans in again and takes in a whiff of your scent and you immediately tense, freezing where you are. God damn it. His brows furrow.

“Y/n, you smell perfectly normal, maybe a bit stronger than usual, but definitely not bad.” He says, looking even more confused.

Before you’re able to fully process the words that just came out of Theo’s mouth, Enzo and Pansy come barreling down the hall towards the two of you in a fit of giggles.

“Y/n! y/n, you know I’m sorry, really I am, but if dousing you in amortentia is all it takes to get Draco and Granger to make complete fools of themselves in front of each other, I’d do it again!” Enzo exclaims between breathy laughs. “You haven’t seen ferret boy run past, by chance, by the way have you?

“Sorry, amor-what now?” Theo asks, blinking as he purses his lips.

You look between the three of your friends in alarm, praying no one mentioned anything after Theo had just announced that you smelled perfectly normal to him.

“Oh, you’re going to wish you were there! After you left, Draco was so pleased with himself. Looked like a kid on Christmas. Kept trying to flirt with Hermione until she finally sent a flock of doves to run him out of the classroom! Professor wasn’t too happy bout that one. Let us go early to find the blonde loon,” Enzo says, completely ignoring Theo’s question.

“I’m sorry, amor-WHAT?” Theo asks again, louder this time.

You feel yourself cringe.

“Amortentia.” Pansy snorts. “Do try and keep up Teddy.”

“This is what you get for always skiving off class with Matteo,” Enzo adds, nodding at the boy as if he were his disappointed mother.

“Mhmm. Enzo totally floozied over y/n’s potion this morning. Blew it up all over her and she’s been having people wander up to her to take a sniff all day.” Pansy tells him with a sniff.

Theo blinks again before slowly meeting your eyes as what he said only moments earlier begins to sink in. Pansy, ever the cunning witch, was lightening quick to catch on.

“Speaking of which, I am suddenly so interested in what exactly it is that you smell, dearest Teddy,” Pansy says as her eyes flicker between the two of you, a mischievous grin growing on her face.

Theo scowls at the nickname.

“Campfire.”

“Old parchment.” You say in unison.

Pansy smirks.

“Do you smell that Enzo?” She asks, making a show of sniffing the air around her. “I think I smell- a liar. Or two.”

Enzo only snickers as he eyes the both of you up. He knew exactly what you had been smelling all day and you begin to feel panic rise up in your chest. You send a menacing glare his way, daring him to open his mouth.

“Come on Pans, I don’t think Draco and Granger are the only ones who’ll be chatting up tonight,” he says finally.

Glaring at the pair’s disappearing backs, you once again turn slowly back to the problem at hand.

“Soo,” Theo starts at the same time you blurt out,

“This is entirely your fault.”

Theo’s mouth drops open, and he has the audacity to look offended.

“How do you figure mi amore?” He asks.

“You’re supposed to be my partner in potions, but you weren’t there today, so I had to work with,” you shudder, “Enzo.”

Rolling his eyes at your dramatics and giving you a small smile, Theo lets himself relax, leaning on the wall as he towers over you.

“Enzo isn’t so bad,” he says, slowly bringing a hand up to rest on your waist, gently moving you towards him. You pretend not to notice, taking a small, nervous step forward.

“He singed off Matteo’s eyebrows last year. The year before that, he didn’t realize there was a difference between fire flower and fired flour, and his potion melted through the floor. I heard a Puff call him Slytherin’s Seamus,” you retort. “Do you realize how bad you have to be at something to get made fun of by a Hufflepuff?” He snorts at that, cocking his head in agreement.

“Well I’m sorry alright? I’ll make it up to you.”

“You’ll have to. I have to go in again to remake the potion. Don’t want that bad mark on my grade.”

Theo only hums at this, as you’re finally standing nose to chest with him, forcing you to tilt your head up to still see his face.

“You really do smell nice,” he murmurs, pressing his nose lightly into your hair.

You make a face before nuzzling into his chest to hide the redness growing on your cheeks.

“I’m not talking about this in public. I simply refuse,” you say, trying to melt into him from pure embarrassment.

Theo looks down at you with a devilishly handsome grin before turning back to your long forgotten common room door.

“Hey, open up. She technically answered your little riddle earlier,” he tells the door.

The eagle grumbles something unintelligible as it starts to life again.

“I can always melt you down. I’m sure you’d make a great piss pot,” Theo threatens, going to pull out his wand.

The door swings open rather violently and you’re pretty sure you can hear a rather colorful string of curses come out of the eagle’s beak as you make your way inside. Having been there a thousand times before, Theo easily leads you to your shared, but thankfully empty, dorm room, closing the door behind you.

“You really don’t get along with that eagle, do you principessa?” He asks, throwing his shoes off and making himself comfortable on your bed like he usually did.

“Like you’re any better. You just threatened to turn it into a chamber pot,” you retort, falling easily back into your usual banter. This was fine. This was safe.

Theo only raises a brow at you.

“The blasted door is still mad at me for making a ur mum joke when it asked me if a chicken came before the egg in front of a bunch of second years.” You admit, letting your arms fall to your side.

Theo lets out a loud laugh at that shaking his head and extending his arm for you. You walk carefully towards the bed before hesitantly accepting his invitation. It’s not that cuddling with Theo was something unfamiliar to you, as much as you were hyper aware of the slightly awkward tension between the two of you that wasn’t usually there. You slide your shoes off as well before curling up next to him and laying your head on his chest. The two of you lay in silence and you slowly let your eyelids flutter shut, lost in the feeling of Theo’s chest rising and falling.

“You know. You still haven’t told me what your amortentia smells like,” Theo says, finally breaking the silence as he gently brings his hand up to run his fingers through your hair.

“Take a wild fucking guess,” you murmur, refusing to open your eyes and determined to get further lost in his warm touch.

He only hums in response, continuing to comb his fingers through the soft locks of hair.

“You know when Enzo asked me if I smelled you today, he thought you’d smell like hippogriff dung,” you say eventually.

“Fucking tosser. What did that git smell? Wild lavender?”

“And Daphne’s shampoo.”

You feel Theo snort as if he expected no less of your ever romantic best friend. Silence once again rolls over the both of you as you absentmindedly play with the edge of his shirt, rolling the soft fabric between your fingers nervously. The quiet begins to feel suffocating, so you open your mouth to speak, but Theo beats you to it.

“Champagne. And that perfume you always use. With the little white flowers. Lilies of the valley, right?” Theo says.

You open your eyes to look at him in confusion.

“That’s what you smell like.” He says, carefully running his hand down your spine, sending a shiver through you.

“I smell roasted coffee. And smoke. Not the fire-y kind though. The kind that sticks to your clothes cause you refuse to quit smoking.” You respond, looking into his eyes warily for his reaction.

Theo only smirks in response, a cocky grin spreading across his face.

“Aw mi amore, I’m what you’re most attracted to?” He asks, the teasing bait evident in his voice.

You feel heat rise to your cheeks as Theo gazed intently down at you in his arms.

“Shut up Theodore. You sure know how to ruin a moment,” you say, once again burying your face in a chest.

You feel his chest rumble with laughter before his hand snakes it way up to your chin, tilting your head up and capturing your lips with his. His lips are softer than you imagined as he moves them gently against yours. You let a soft gasp escape and Theo pulls you closer, gripping your waste tightly, and shifting you on top of him, deepening the kiss until you’re both left gasping for air.

“Was that more of what you had in mind amore?” He asks with an innocent smile, looking up at you with what you could only describe as his best baby seal eyes.

“I mean, you were definitely significantly more shirtless when I imagined it, but I can settle.” You joke.

Theo’s eyes darken however, and he lifts you as if you weigh nothing, flipping you over so that he now hovered above you, your back pinned against the bed beneath you. With one swift movement, Theo pulls his shirt up and over his head before lowering himself back down, his chest now pressed against yours.

“Better?”

You can’t help but laugh at the boy’s determination as your eyes shamelessly take in the lean muscle and tanned skin that was current above you.

“Theodore, as much as I enjoy this, you have to put your clothes on. Cho or Marietta could walk in at any time,” you tell him as you begin to make soft circles across his waist line with your thumbs, admiring the boy in front of you.

“Mm. You mouth is saying one thing, but these,” he says, placing his hands over yours, “are saying something else entirely.”

You roll your eyes, pulling your hands out from under his and handing him his discarded shirt.

“One kiss?” He asks, looking at the shirt as if it had mortally offended him.

“One kiss.”

He leans down, once again capturing your lips with his, but with more intensity this time. You feel one of his hands brush your waist as his thumb pushes up under your shirt, the rest of his hand following soon after, gripping tightly at the warm skin beneath. You let out a breathy moan when he flicks his tongue across your bottom lip, and he takes it as an invitation to let his tongue explore the rest of your mouth.

An awkward cough shakes you from the haze and you look up, over Theo’s shoulder to see Cho standing guiltily in the doorway.

“Sorry,” she says, looking literally anywhere but you and the shirtless boy above you. “Bad time?”

You cover your eyes in embarrassment, feeling heat once again rush to your cheeks.

“What did I tell you!” You groan, letting your head fall back onto your mound of pillows. Meanwhile Theo has a much too self satisfied grin across his face.

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slytheringangstuff · 6 months ago

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𝒪𝓃𝑒 𝒹𝒾𝓃𝓃𝑒𝓇

y/n: This food is too hot... I can’t eat it.

Theo: You’re very hot, and I still eat you.

Everyone at the table: *silence*

Enzo: YOU GUYS ARE DISGUSTING!

Tom: One dinner... I just want ONE DINNER!

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oh-puffle-cakes19 · 9 months ago

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Let Me Protect You - Prologue

Summary - Theo always gets into trouble and fights for your attention. Hoping that if he protects you, you will notice him. You hold a grudge against him for it. Theo hopes that one day you let him protect you without any Deficiencies.

Theodore Nott x Hufflepuff Reader

Warnings (Series content included) - Dark content; Angst such as fighting physically + verbally, blood, bruises, swearing, bullying, violence, mentions of temptations of sexual harassment, reader getting stalked (Not by Theo), Sexual content such as hot make out scenes, sex, oral sex, marking, praise.

Note - I am making a series, hopefully it be will long. This does contain a lot of angst however there will be fluff, happy ending of course. Feel free to comment your thoughts on the prologue of my series.

The great hall was bursting with chatter, laughter without letting you think. Y/N sees Mattheo and Draco playing the ridiculous game, who can make the person cower more to them. Blaise as usual being the judge. Pansy was in deep consideration with Lorenzo’s face going all red, poor lad couldn’t keep up with that witch.

And then there was Theo, wandering his eyes out of space until he met yours across the hall. You weren’t the one for much communication between even your so called friends, preferring your own company most of the time.

You find that most people are not reliable, they make you feel small by stepping on you in the wrong directions. You overthink, you are restless coming to a conclusion that you are better off alone, not too close with anyone.

What’s the point? You always get left out somehow.. “Friends” seem to care for a min or two with them getting something out of you. Until they realise that you do not fit in therefore abandoning you.

You may have cried over their lack of effort towards you, their harsh words after the friendship is over but what they didn’t know.. is that you came through stronger.

Digging your nose through books, always studying to meet good grades and even so the best expectations for yourself.

When you felt Theodore’s gaze towards you, your breath hitch. You close your eyes, pretending that it is not real. You are only being fooled. It’s a restless game he will not give up, not only because of his ability to charm that halfhearted spirited grin but because of his pride, his ego, his determination.

Everyone knows not to play or to begin to think entertaining Theo’s flute as it leads to ruin. Girls do ignore this from time to time, all they get is to be left behind on the sidelines.

You however, will not be another victim of one of his many little games.

Theodore on the other hand, he finds himself full of curiosity with you and your little Hufflepuff status.

As they say curiosity kills the cat!

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sunkissedscribbles · 2 months ago

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☆ 𝑆𝐸𝐶𝑅𝐸𝑇 𝑆𝐴𝑁𝑇𝐴 – 𝐻𝑂𝐺𝑀𝐴𝑆 𝐷𝐴𝑌 𝟺

PAIRING: the slytherins x reader

☆ HOGMAS 2024 LIST ☆ MASTERLIST ☆ TAG LIST ☆ KIARA'S PART

The Slytherin common room was unusually festive, lit by the glow of enchanted candles that floated above a small evergreen tree adorned with silver and green ornaments. Around the fire, you and the others sat in a loose circle, parchment slips in hand as you each prepared for the chaos of a Secret Santa exchange.

“Whoever gets me better make it good,” Pansy Parkinson announced, crossing her legs elegantly as she gave a pointed look around the room. “I have standards.”

“No one cares about your standards, Pans,” Blaise Zabini drawled, leaning back in his chair with his usual air of indifference. “It’s supposed to be anonymous. The point isn’t bribery.”

Pansy huffed, tossing her hair over her shoulder, while Daphne Greengrass stifled a laugh behind her hand.

“I still don’t understand how I got roped into this,” Draco muttered, scowling as he examined his slip of parchment. “If I end up with something ridiculous, someone will pay.”

“Oh, calm down, Malfoy,” Lorenzo Berkshire said with a grin, elbowing him lightly. “Where’s your Christmas spirit? Besides, the real fun is figuring out who gave what.”

“Fun for you, maybe,” Mattheo Riddle chimed in, his dark eyes flicking between the group. “I’m just hoping no one tries to give me socks again.”

“Socks are practical,” Theo Nott replied with a smirk. “You could use a little practicality in your life, Riddle.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the banter as you unfolded your own parchment, glancing down at the name written there. Your heart skipped slightly at the sight of it, but you quickly folded the paper back up and tucked it away. You glanced around the group, catching Mattheo’s gaze for a brief moment before he arched an eyebrow, as if silently asking if you were scheming.

The planning was already in motion, each person retreating into their thoughts about what gift to give. Blaise remained calm, no doubt planning something effortlessly tasteful, while Lorenzo looked like he was already brimming with ideas. Pansy and Daphne leaned close, whispering furiously about what they might receive, and Draco simply groaned, muttering about “pointless traditions.”

“This is going to be a disaster,” Theo said, though the small smile tugging at his lips suggested he didn’t entirely mind.

“Or it could be brilliant,” you countered, the warmth of the fire casting a glow over your features as you leaned forward. “It’s Christmas, after all. What could go wrong?”

Mattheo’s low chuckle from across the room sent a ripple of anticipation through the group, and as everyone dispersed to begin their gift-gathering missions, you couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement. It wasn’t just about the gifts—it was about what each would reveal, secrets exchanged under the guise of holiday cheer.

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avalynlestrange · 1 year ago

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Foolish One

Theodore Nott x reader, Draco Malfoy x reader (Draco Malfoy x Pansy Parkinson in the background)

Reader: she/her pronouns, half-blood or muggleborn, no house mentioned, really loves sweets, desserts and kittens

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Warnings: Toxic situationship, cheating, mentions of death, mentions of drinking

Category: Angst, unrequited love, best friends to lovers?, no use of y/n, short story, one-shot, songfic

Summary: In which you know you’re being foolish in liking Draco but will you finally learn your lesson? Theodore certainly hopes you do.

“Listen.” Theodore puts the book he was reading down to look at you and say, “Your cards are on the table, his are in his hands. Maybe you need to distance yourself. You’re just going to get hurt.” You ignore Theo and continue to think aloud, “Chances are, tonight, he’s already got plans.”

Author’s Note: This is my first ever fiction for a long time. Please be kind. English is not my first language and I’ve tried to proofread as best as I can.

Word Count: 6k

To The Library (Main Masterlist) To The Kitchen (WIPs) To Speak Now TV Anthology To more Theodore Nott fics To more Draco Malfoy fics

It was nearly the weekend. You had left Draco a note earlier this week in your usual secret spot to send each other messages but alas you had received no reply. Here you are on a Friday night, on the floor of an empty corridor, staring at a blank stone wall.

“Maybe he just hasn’t checked it yet.”

“Or he’s ignored it.” Your best friend, Theodore, replies.

“Maybe he hasn’t had time to read it alone.”

Theodore sighs, “This isn’t the first time he hasn’t responded to one of your little love notes.”

You toss a pebble your finger found across the hallway, and say, “It’s not his fault that his parents wouldn’t approve of me. He has to keep us a secret even to his circle.”

You ignore Theo and continue to think aloud, “Chances are, tonight, he’s already got plans.”

You shuffle and lie down on his lap while he carries on trying to read his book. You turn your head to look along the corridor. No sign of Draco coming to find you.

“He’s probably at a party. Wasn’t there a friendly game of quidditch with Ravenclaw earlier Teddy?”

“I don’t know.”

“He must be at an after-party or some sort. Do you know if the Slytherins are throwing a party this evening?” You ask, gently moving Theo’s book away from his face.

“I don’t know.”

“You must do. You’re friends, aren’t you?”

“I don’t know.” His tone now has a hint of annoyance, lifting his book up once more.

“Okay then.” You huff. You decide to pick up your book. It wasn’t a rare activity, you and Theo reading together. Not always in the corridor. Often times in your dorm rooms. Often times in the common room. You were fond of each other’s company. It was something you’ve always done since you were children. Mr. Nott used to leave Theo at yours ever since Theo’s mother passed away. Your mother was a governess, and your family had a history of serving the Nott family.

It continued during your acceptance to Hogwarts. You both liked being one of the earliest students for breakfast to have a chance to read and eat and finding a spot in the library devoid of the sound of scribbling quills. The two of you sometimes even stay during the winter holidays as it was a lot more peaceful and merry than being at home.

You read in silence for a chapter and began talking again where you left off.

“Chances are he is at a party, and you know he hates it when I show up. Says it distracts him.”

Theodore groans.

And chances are you will talk yourself to sleep again.

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It was the next morning and there you were in the great hall. Preparing tea for Theo and yourself. Theo instinctively passes you the sugar bowl.

“What are your plans for today then?” He asks as he pours a splash of milk into your cup.

“I’m not sure yet. We do have that essay due for History of Magic on Tuesday.” You say as you hear a group of people joining your table.

“Morning Nott.” Draco says as he sits down opposite you. He greets you a good morning by nodding your way.

“Good morning, Draco.” Your eyes quickly flicker up and down from him to your breakfast trying not to look Draco in the eyes. You could never look at the silver pair for too long and not blush, so you best kept your glancing to a minimum when you’re in a group setting. You find it difficult as you are sat directly opposite him.

Draco gestures to the sugar bowl next to your teacup and asks you, “Pass me the sugar.”

You feel your cheeks getting hot as his hands brushes against yours as you hand him his requested item. It’s little moments like this that make you forget when he fails to seek you out that week. You are reminded of his little nickname of ‘sweet thing’ for you during secret rendezvous in vacant classrooms.

Throughout breakfast, Draco chats normally to his crowd. Occasionally you see him with his eyes on you and you lock gazes for no longer than two seconds before looking away. His leg touches yours now and then.

He gives you just enough attention like this in public to keep your hopes too high. What’s more, is that you get these wishful thoughts that these moments could be longer and known by everyone. But wishful thoughts forget to mention when something's really not right and you will block out these voices of reason in your head.

And the voices say, ‘You are not the exception. You will never learn your lesson.’

You shake your head, physically shaking these voices out of your head.

“You okay?” Theodore asks.

You assure him and yourself that you are, with a weak smile.

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Later that day you briskly walk towards the loose stone that is your ‘Draco mailbox’ and pry it off, but like the day before: still nothing.

You hear a voice in your head telling you, ‘Foolish one. Stop checkin' your mailbox for confessions of love that ain't never gonna come. This will not end well. You will take the long way down.’

He knows how to keep you waiting. He did mention something about a group hang earlier during breakfast. Nevertheless, you know better than to show up when you weren’t directly invited. That happened one time during Summer last year when his group decided to celebrate finishing their O.W.L.s, and later that day Draco raised his voice at you in a broom closet for showing up uninvited claiming that the group might see it as suspicious. He, of course, apologised for shouting when he saw tears in your eyes, but you never got a single letter from him during the two-month break.

Yes, it’s best if you just waited for him to answer with a time and date. You sigh and walk to the library. You politely ask Madam Pince for a quill, ink, and parchment. She clicked her tongue at your lack of equipment but let you off this time since you are a prefect, and this was the first time you came to the library unprepared. With your head down you walk over to find the textbook you needed and sit at the nearest empty table.

You hear the stool next to you move and see a smiling Theodore.

“This seat taken?”

You shake your head, and he sits down. You continue to flip the book to a relevant page but don’t see that Theo was scanning your demeanour. His eyebrows furrowed. ‘This could only mean one thing’, he thought to himself.

As if you could sense Theodore’s next question, you turn to him with a smile pasted on your face, “I am fine Teddy! Stop looking at me like that!”

You feign a giggle. You know how to act like you’re fine. You change the conversation and the afternoon felt lighter. Whispered jokes and snickers were exchanged for hours between you and the boy with the chestnut hair. It was always like that with Theo. He always knew how to brighten up your day.

“Well thank you, Teddy. Now it’s nearly curfew and I’ve only written less than half a parchment.”

“Hey! You’re the one distracting yourself. I’ve written at least one piece.” You roll your eyes, grinning at Theodore tickling your nose with his quill. That’s when you see the scene. Draco walked past hand in hand with a red-faced Pansy Parkinson. Your eyes meet with Draco, and he quickens his pace out of your vision.

“That worthless pile of erumpent dung!” Theo curses. He knew this whole thing between you and Draco was wrong in the first place, but he never voiced his opinion so as to not come across as jealous. Merlin knows how Theo was, and is, very green and is slowly rotting on the inside.

But he loves seeing you beam when you talk about your dates, that he tunes out the details of your escapades and absorbs the beautiful shade of pink flush on your cheeks and glimmer in your eyes. At this moment in time, however, his heart aches at the sight of the scarlet pout of your lips and your eyes welling up. “I thought you two were on the same page of exclusively dating!”

“We… never actually agreed on anything like that. I… I don’t know what to call this situation.” You quickly roll your homework and inhale deeply to keep the tears at bay. There must be an explanation for the sight you had just witnessed.

‘But I know I can’t call you mine. So, I will grit my teeth and I will do my best to seem bulletproof.’ At the thought, another inhale, you suggest, “How about a butterbeer break?”

And Theodore can’t say no to that.

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That evening you couldn’t help but walk along the hallway you know like the back of your hand. By instinct, you stop at the stone and spot that it was a little ajar.

‘Meet me at the boathouse at Midnight. - D’

There it was. You feel an emotion somewhere between merry and misery. You settle for nauseous and blame it on the six butterbeers you consumed earlier at the Three Broomsticks with Theo. You decide to start walking there now. A few hours of fresh air could be good. Yes. A breath of crisp autumn air is what you need to expel this uneasiness in your chest.

“You’re early.” You hear when you reached the doorway of the boathouse. Draco sat at the edge of the ledge, his bare feet in the water.

“I could say the same thing to you.” A little bitterness in your pitch.

He pats the space adjacent to him and you sit cross-legged. The air is cold and the rippling waters in front of you hypnotise your heartbeat to calm down.

You both start to say something, then cut each other off to ask the other to continue.

“It’s not what you think.” Draco pauses. “What you saw earlier in the library. Pansy threatened to tell my father about the secret girl I was seeing and that I was to take her to Hogsmeade and buy her all the sweets she wants from Zonko’s.”

He reaches for his robes.

“Here. I got this for you.” He passes you a bag wrapped with a ribbon. “Sweet things for my sweet thing.”

You thank him as you accept his gift. You start munching on the sweets and offer him some.

“Does she know it’s me?” Your voice is a little too wishful than you hoped it would come out.

“No! Thank Merlin! My father will have my head if he hears I’m not seeing a pureblood.”

It hurts a little when you hear him explain time and again why you have to be a secret. But it doesn't bother you as much 'cause when your head is on his shoulder, it starts thinkin' he'll come around. And maybe, someday, when you’re older, this is something you'll laugh about, over coffee every mornin' while he’s reading the news.

You and Draco stay in the boathouse, telling each other what you were up to during the holidays, aiming candy at each other’s mouths, holding hands, and giving the other soft kisses in the light of the moon until it’s a little too cold and too late to continue.

“When can I see you next?” You ask.

He lets go of your hand as you reach the entryway.

“I’ll let you know.”

You nod and walk to your dorm. You were sure that you were going to see Draco again in hushed hours like this one.

But then the voices say, ‘You are not the exception. You will never learn your lesson'

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Throughout the week, you were too preoccupied with checking for a note from Draco and stealing glances here and there that you fail to notice that your duo had become a trio. Daphne Greengrass had been hanging around you and Theo recently and you only are aware of her presence at this moment when your usual quiet bookworm is talking during breakfast, but not to you.

“It’s the first match of the season later. Would you like to watch the Quidditch in the afternoon with me?” Daphne suggests, her hand reaching for Theo’s arm.

“Sure.” The boy replies.

“Who are you and what have you done to my Teddy?” You laugh, “We have never watched a single game!”

It was true. Even if Draco was on the Slytherin team and invited you to watch once, since most of the school attends it anyways, you refused given that you and Theo had a tradition of having a picnic and playing Scrabble by the Black Lake. You two were never interested in sports.

“You’re more than welcome to join us.” Daphne proposed. You realise her hand was still on Theo’s arm and this somewhat makes you frown.

“Theo and I already have plans.” You stated, now reaching for his other arm, “Don’t we Teddy?”

“We can do that tomorrow instead. I am quite curious as to what all the fuss is about, aren’t you?”

“But we have never cancelled our… plans before. Even that one time you had a cold, you insisted we hang out. It’s our tradition.”

“I don’t mean to impose. If you’re busy Theo, we can hang out at Hogsmeade in the evening instead.” She says, her hand still lingering on Theo’s arm, so you have an urge not to move yours either.

“We can do both.” He accepts and his head turns to you, “Are you coming with us?”

You don’t know what to say. A swirl of emotions runs through your veins.

“No.” And with that, you stomp off to your dorm.

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You saw Theo less and less that week and you start to spend more time with your dorm mates. You start to miss him. He wasn’t as early to breakfast every day and when he was, Daphne and other Slytherins came in with him. Your study meetings turned into group hangs but you didn’t mind it as much you said to yourself since Draco was part of that group.

However, your eyes were not gazing upon the blond boy but at the chestnut hair boy with his newfound friend.

Why didn’t you like Daphne with Theodore?

You made an effort to look away when you see him smiling at her. You felt your teeth clench whenever Daphne playfully slapped Theo’s arm when she was laughing at something he said. Your hands were in fists when she linked her arm with his when you all walked from class to class.

You don’t understand what you are feeling. You can’t be jealous about your best friend being interested in other girls. You decide you were just feeling a little replaced. That was it, and nothing more. Right?

But what really blew your top was what you were hearing now.

“Yeah, we can go watch the quidditch game tomorrow.”

“Again?” You exclaim but then remembered you were in the library and carry on with a whisper, “You’ve cancelled on me the last game!”

“Oh yeah” Theo replies as if he didn’t remember. When in all honesty, he never did forget. He was trying to distance himself away from you to lessen the aching of his heart.

“Teddy you can’t do this to me.”

“How about I make it up to you by taking you to the last Hogsmeade trip and buying you all the sweets you want so you can stock up for the winter break.” He smiles and when you smile back, he forgets about his vow to himself to spend less time with you.

You hesitate to say yes. You really want to be with him by the lake.

“And I’ll even let you drag me around to window shop to all the places you want me to.”

And you can’t say no to that.

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Amidst all the happenings, you had forgotten to check your mailbox. You see a scrap of paper telling you to meet at the boathouse once again at midnight and this time you choose to be punctual. You dress up a little to make up for the fact that you might have already missed the actual date the note was meant for.

You are already on the steps going down to your meeting place when the clock chimes 12 o’clock. A chill runs through your body as you were not wearing your winter jacket but a cute, albeit thin, jumper. You were walking with a skip in your step when you hear her.

“Draco, what about your secret girl?”

“She means nothing to me. It’s not like we were going to get serious.”

You halt just before the entryway.

“But weren’t you dating her since last year?”

“Dating is a strong word. Now shut up so I can kiss those lips.”

So you run. As fast as your feet can take you and go into the nearest empty room.

Now you’re slidin' down the wall with your head in your hands sayin', "How could I not see the signs?"

He hadn't written you or called all summer and the voices in your head are tellin' you why,

‘He’s got her on his arm and you in the wings. You’ll get his longing glances, but she'll get his ring. And he will say he had the best of intentions.’

And maybe now you will finally learn your lesson.

The air feels thick that you can’t breathe and your vision blurs with the waterworks flowing out of your tear ducts.

Draco was right. You were never going to get serious. You knew this deep down and felt it in your heart every time you were with him, but the truth hurts when the reality of it all is said aloud.

When you finally get to your room at 3am. You don’t bother to change and sleep your troubles away.

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You skipped lessons that day. You hadn’t meant to, but you woke up past noon and there were only two lessons left that you resolved to miss those too and went back to sleep. You weren’t ready to face people yet.

A pounding in your head awakens you and makes you sit up and reach for your water bottle by your bedside table but see a plate of pastries covered in cling film and a note stuck on top.

‘I didn’t see you at breakfast. I asked your dorm mate to send this to you. – Teddy’

That was sweet of him. Theo never fails to be there when it counted. You notice more items on your bedside table. You see a thermos flask, a book, a wrapped-up sandwich, a couple of more notes, and a red concoction in a small vial that was labelled ‘pepperup potion’.

‘I didn’t see you in class, so I asked Alison to drop this off to you. She said you didn’t look too well. I’ll see you at lunch? – Teddy’

‘I didn’t see you at lunch. Alison said your eyes looked puffy. Do you have a cold? If so I asked her to bring you some supplies. Make sure to take it. I’ll see you after class? – Teddy’

‘I don’t know why I thought I’d see you in any of the afternoon lessons today. How silly of me. I need to sort out a few things and I’ll see you before dinner. – Teddy’

You giggle at how much effort your best friend had gone towards to ensure you are okay. The clock above the doorway says 5 o’clock. Only an hour after classes and Teddy will probably expect you around 5:45pm so you can lounge about the courtyard before dinner time.

However, you felt famished, so you open the selection of breakfast pastries. Theo had picked out all your favourites. He’s always thoughtful like that. One time, you had mentioned your favourite book series with him and within the week he read all of them and bought you both the newly released novel by the same author so you can read it together.

Another time when you used to have recurring nightmares when you were little, you’d go to Theo and he’d read you passages from fairytales until you fell asleep. When you broke your foot during the second year, he insisted that he carried all your books to and from classes even though a simple levitation charm would do, and walk in front of you so no one barges you causing you to trip.

You really don’t know what you’d do without Theodore in your life.

You hear a knock on the door.

“Alison you can come in. You don’t need to knock.”

The door creaks open.

“I’m not Alison.” Theodore peeps in, his eyes on the ceiling. “Can I come in?”

“Of course. Thank you for your care package.” You move to make room for him on your bed.

“Of course. Couldn’t have you starve yourself.” He looks to your bedside table and states, “You didn’t drink the potion I made for you. It’s supposed to clear up your cold.”

He stood there by the end of your bed, his hands behind his frame. He looks cautiously at you.

“I’m not ill.” You assure him.

“Good, because…” He raises a basket and a tote bag. “I’ve brought us Scrabble and a picnic.”

“But aren’t you going to see the match with Daphne?”

“Not when my favourite girl isn’t feeling well.”

You smile up at him. “But I told you I’m not unwell.”

“Physically maybe but I think you need some fresh air. Now go get ready. I’ll wait outside the door.”

“I really am okay.”

You assure him and yourself that you are, and you truly do feel it.

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Your normal routine before Draco came into your life fell back into place, although Theodore was hanging out with Daphne more and more, which still annoyed you. Theo did make some time for you but not as much as you’re used to. You sigh. Breakfasts no longer consisted of silently reading, occasionally speaking to discuss plot points and characters, but with Daphne and the rest of the Slytherin crowd rowdily talking.

You hadn’t spoken to Draco at all ever since that night at the boathouse. He never even addressed it. Not that you checked the mailbox. If he really cared he would have said something by this point, but judging by his actions and the words you heard that night, you had accepted weeks ago that whatever was between you was over.

“So, what are we all doing for the last trip to Hogsmeade today then?” Draco asks, but his eyes lock with yours.

“I’m having tea and shopping with the girlies.” Daphne wriggles her shoulders excitedly. She looks to you and extends an invitation.

To which you thank her but decline politely, “Teddy promised me a full weekend of sweets and shopping. Isn’t that right Teddy?”

You aren’t sure if it is your imagination, but you see a twinkle in Theo’s eyes as he beams at you confirming your plans. You put your arm through his and squeeze it in excitement.

Theo chuckled. “I already regret adding the window-shopping part.”

You head to your dorm to pick up your cardigan as Theo insisted you needed more layers for the winter weather. A figure stops you in your tracks.

“Didn’t know you had a thing for Nott.” Draco sneered.

“Not really your business to know who or who I don’t have a thing for Malfoy.”

He grabs your hand and pulls you to the side.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You try to shrug off his hand, but he wasn’t letting go.

“What happened to us? I thought we were dating, and you left me hanging for weeks.”

“Dating is a strong word.” You spit his words back to him like venom.

That’s when he releases your hand.

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Your day with Theo went by so fast. You started off at Zonko’s so you can graze snacks while you peruse through each shop. Theo swears you haven’t skipped any stores but doesn’t complain at all. The conversations flowed easily. You stayed the longest time at the pets and familiars shop to pet all the kittens. He literally had to drag you away with a bribe of pumpkin pie for lunch.

Many days have gone by where you spent time away from each other. Reasons varied as Theo tells you he was busy with whatever excuse he had that day. You noticed that he’d been avoiding you recently. You’re glad that you get to make up for all those hours now.

You share a slice of pumpkin pie and beg Theo to take you back to the pets and familiars shop. He rolls his eyes, but you know he can’t refuse the thought of the adorable kittens. Little do you know that it’s your cuteness he can’t resist.

The two of you start to walk onward to your mission when you see a glimpse of Draco hand in hand with a red-faced Pansy. You knew it. But strangely, you find yourself not upset by it.

“Theo! They still have our favourite!” You jump up and down like a child outside a toy store.

He watches you smiling as you all but ran into the store. You remain surrounded by kittens until a shop assistant ushered you out at the behest of their manager. Reluctantly you say goodbye to the animals and staff and are shocked to see that the sky was magenta-coloured, signalling that the evening is arriving.

“I’m hungry, are you?” You inspect all the choices of venue you had for dinner.

“Starving. Let’s go in there.” He gestures toward Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop. “I heard they have a great selection of drinks and desserts.”

You follow Theo even though you seem to recall that other students have previously mentioned that they take their dates there. Having never visited since Draco was the first boy you have “gone out with”, and your meetings never involved crowded places and three would have been a crowd, you were excited to finally step into the dainty looking café.

He opens the door for you and a bell rings. You were seated straight away, and it didn’t take long for a staff member to take your order. Examining the people around, you notice a trend of couples holding hands and gazing into one another’s eyes. Did Theo really mean to take you in here?

Detecting your initial discomfort, Theo apologises, “I didn’t know it would be like this here. We can leave if you want?”

“Nonsense! It’s a nice place. Plus, I’m excited for my drink to arrive.” Grinning at him, you take in the view of bows and lace everywhere.

Even though the atmosphere was romantic, you felt at ease being there with Theo. You push back questions you had whenever you sense that his eyes were trying to read your thoughts or when his hand stayed on yours longer than friends should.

He orders a funfetti cake for dessert and you both split each other’s sweet course. Before you know it, it was nearly time to head back to the castle. Another ring of the bell and you were standing in front of the entrance.

You shiver slightly and Theo quickly unwraps his scarf.

“Teddy I’m fine!”

“No, you’re cold. Don’t argue.” He wraps his green scarf around your neck. You inhale the scent of smoke and sandalwood. You bury your cheeks into the scarf to hide the pink colour threatening to expose how much you like the fact you are enveloped by a piece of his clothing.

“I guess it’s time to head back.” You say but see Theo looking distracted.

You look up to see a mistletoe wrapped with a ribbon on the pole of the tea shop’s sign.

He looks at you and tilts his head. Was that him asking for permission?

You shrug then nod at him. “It’s a known tradition after all.”

“Of course.”

Theo leans in close enough so that the clouds you exhale from your lungs mingle in the air. He moves a strand of loose hair and tucks them behind your ear. His hand stays on your face and his eyes flicker down to your lips. You close the gap between you.

You are kissing Theo under the mistletoe.

At first, the kiss is gentle as if he is being wary of the line you were crossing, but when you reach to run his hair with your hands, he pulls you in deeper. You gasp for air, and he takes it as an opportunity to explore you with his tongue.

Thoughts pull you back to reality.

You are kissing Theo under the mistletoe.

Stepping back, you stare at him wide-eyed.

“I have to go.” You say breaking the silence.

And you didn’t see how Theodore’s eyes follow you.

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You didn’t actually have to go anywhere; you just needed some space to cool down. Your cheeks were burning red, and you didn’t want Theo to see you like that. Especially since he only kissed you because of the mistletoe. Especially since you enjoyed kissing him. Especially when the voices in your head are back saying, ‘Foolish one you will take the long way down.’

This time you don’t want to learn the hard way. You can’t be falling for him like this. You didn’t want to lose him if it goes sour.

“You’ve been walking in circles.” Theo calls out to you, “Where are you trying to go?”

You stop your feet but don’t turn back to face him.

“I was just heading to…” Your voice fades out to a mumble, and you begin to walk once more.

Theo lightly grasps your arm, and you jump at how fast he caught up to you. You face him.

“You never said anything.” He states.

“It was just a kiss. We were just under a mistletoe.” You look down, kicking the pebbles near your feet.

“You never said anything.” You echo.

“Yeah, we were just under a mistletoe.”

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The last week of term dragged on. Theo and you never mention that night to anybody. And if it was even possible, you saw him less than the week before. You are determined to fix your situation. The past two days were unbearable. So, you corner him on his way to the library.

“Why are you ignoring me, Teddy?” You simply question.

“I’m not.”

“Yes, you are. You keep avoiding me in the halls and speaking monosyllabically to me in class. Why?”

“I’m not.”

“You are. We’re friends, aren’t we? Can’t you tell me what’s wrong?” You ask, gently moving his arm and motioning him to face you.

“Maybe I want more.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re so blind, you can’t even see that I’ve been right here! In love with you since I could remember.”

“Your father would never approve of me.”

“I don’t care. I don’t care what he thinks. I don’t care about your blood status! I accept you for who you are! But waiting all these years for you to see me like I see you have been crushing my heart slowly.”

You stare at him wide-eyed.

“I have to go.” He says.

And it’s your turn to follow Theo with your eyes.

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You couldn’t sleep at all that night replaying Theo’s confession. You think about all the ways you could have responded and use that moment as a chance for you to voice out your growing feelings. Now he probably despises you.

You recite how you were going to confront Theo for the next day, word for word since you want to accurately tell him that you reciprocate his sentiment. But toss and turn again at the thought of what-ifs.

You get up early and ready yourself for the day mentally. You don’t grab any breakfast because you already felt so queasy. The voices in your head say to you, ‘Foolish one The day is gonna come for your confessions of love.’

This time you were in harmony. You were going to tell Theo everything. How foolish you had been. How you can’t imagine life without him. You head to his dorm room as you know it’s typically empty at this time of the morning and Theo habitually returns to his dorm just after breakfast to put down his books.

You had 2 free periods back-to-back on a Thursday morning, so you have ample time to gush about your feelings. You spot that his door was slightly ajar and knock anyways. The force swings the door slowly open. The room was empty. You sit on Theo’s bed and look around. You notice a few crumpled-up pieces of paper in the bin next to his nightstand.

Curiosity got the better of you as you unwrinkle one piece and gasp when you notice it was addressed to you. You pick up more pieces and all of them are confessions to you, describing how he felt during the day he wrote them. All this time you were waiting for confessions of love and thought they were never going to come, and there they were sitting in a pile of rubbish.

All signed off as:

Yours,

Teddy

Could he be? Yours?

You run to the Slytherin common room and don’t see Theo anywhere. You spot Blaise playing chess with Tracey.

“Have you seen Theo?” You interrupt them.

“He’s gone on a date with Daphne.” Tracey replies, focused on her match as Blaise’s bishop takes her knight.

He can’t. Be yours.

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It was the last day of the first term, and you sit at your usual far corner of the great hall for breakfast. No Theodore in sight. You set up extra early since you left him a note by his bedside table the day before to meet him at 6:30 when the meal starts.

There he was. Your note is in his hands and you watch him as he walks to you and knits his brows.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, a little worried.

He sits opposite you instead of his usual spot next to you. You bring your hands above the table and show his letters in your hand.

“This. This is what’s wrong.”

“Look I…”

You cut him off. “Why didn’t you send them?”

He stares at you blankly and scratches his head. “What do you mean send them?”

“You fool. I would’ve walked out sooner and run to you.”

“I didn’t think you felt the same way. That’s why I threw them out. You didn’t come to me to talk after what happened in the hallway and you never brought up the kiss again.”

You blush at the memory.

“How did you get those anyways?” His eyes narrow.

“Never mind about that. Didn’t you hear me?”

“Hear what?”

“You’re really going to make me say it?”

“Say what?”

After hours of rehearsal, you could only utter 5 words. “I feel the same way.”

He beams for a second and then frowns to ask,

“What about Draco?”

“When all is said and done, he just wasn’t the one.”

His smile returns and you swear it’s brighter than the morning sun. He reaches over and holds your hand and tells you, “I don’t know how long I’ve waited for you to say those words.”

He pulls you over the table knocking over the goblet and food that had appeared and pecks you on the lips.

“What about Daphne? Aren’t you with her?”

“No, she just wasn’t the one.”

You've reached this far! Here's a bonus:

It was Christmas day and you were in the great hall ready for the feast, dressed in a sweater Theo bought you so that you can match on this occasion. In one hand you have Theo and in the other a carefully wrapped present and you sat next in your self-assigned corner of the room.

"Let's pull a cracker!" You say eagerly.

And soon both of you adorn paper crowns on your head.

"Dinner doesn't start for another 15 minutes" He informs you.

You pout replying, "So why did you rush me out of my dorm so quickly?"

"So I can give you this." He places a fairly large box in front of you.

"Thank you, Teddy!" You tilt your head when you notice holes all around the box. "What's up with the holes?"

"Just open it." He excitedly insists.

"Okay okay. Thank you." You undo the ribbon and take off the lid. You squeal as you spot the kitten you had been eyeing at the store that evening of what you both have agreed to be your first date.

"I can't thank you enough! I love her so much." You carefully lift the kitten out of the box to cuddle her.

"Anything for you darling. What are you going to name her?"

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Thank you so much for reading. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it <3 I didn't plan to write it this long. I hope you didn't mind.

I welcome any feedback or criticism.

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malfoysprinces · 2 years ago

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friends, best friends, friends in love

- draco malfoy -

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Slytherin Reader

Summary: Two friends in love, eventually confessing.

Warnings: Jealousy, Hiding Feelings but with a happy ending.

Word Count: 3.5k

Author’s Note: It’s my first time writing, feel free to give feedbacks & request.

Slytherin common room was quiet on this particular night, saved for the sound of the fire crackling in the fireplace. The room was dimly lit, casting a warm, flickering light on the walls.

Y/N was sitting, peacefully by the fire all on her own until she heard his voice.

“Y/N”

With a look full of hesitation, she stared right into those grey eyes.

Oh, those grey eyes…

“Hey Draco!”

“What are you doing up this late?”

“Nothing, couldn’t sleep.”

“Come on, go to your dorm, don’t make me take any points from my own house.” Draco said, laughing.

“But I can’t sleep.” Y/N responded.

“My friends are such pain in the ass.”Draco whispered.

Yeah, your friend.

Y/N giggled.

Just when they were headed to stairs which led the way to their dorms, a familiar face appeared.

“Oh, hi Theo.” Y/N said to him.

“Oh for Merlin’s sake, this night is never going to end does it?” Asked Draco, looking tired.

“And goodnight to you too, Draco.” said Theo.

“I’m going to the Astronomy Tower, care to join?” Theo asked to both.

“Why not?” Y/N answered, hoping Draco would come.

“As your prefect I should lead you guys to your dorms, but as your friend I could really use a calming time with you guys.” Answered Draco.

Friend. There was that word again.

“Actually, I remembered that I have Snape’s potions in the morning and I could really use some sleep.” Y/N said without knowing why she wanted to get away from them- oh actually, Draco. Poor Theo had nothing to do with it. In fact he was always nice to Y/N, he was always a gentleman.

“As you wish.” Theo said.

“Are you sure?” Draco asked to Y/N.

“Yeah” Y/N answered, forcing a yawn to make believe she is sleepy.

She headed to girls dorm without looking back.

When she entered into her dorm room, Pansy and Daphne were already sleeping.

She looked at herself in the mirror, wondering why everytime Draco called her “a friend” her heart was shattered into pieces.

Y/N was distant to Draco lately. She was avoiding him at all costs. Whenever they sit together at a class, she would always ignore him, not in an arrogant way but in an cold way. Draco -being the smartest boy Y/N has ever seen- has started to realize this. He has been sensing that Y/N was drawing herself away from him for some time now.

But Y/N was forgetting something, she was the first person for Draco to come when he was feeling down. She was the first person that Draco writes to every summer. She was practically Draco’s closest but he never addressed her anything other than friend.

To him, “Draco and she was friends, nothing more. They just hang in the same group. Y/N was a friend to Draco as much as she was to Theo or Blaise.” Y/N thought to herself.

Y/N wanted to tell Draco how she felt, how she was longing for his touch without knowing how it feels, how she needs him. But there was too much at stake. She could lose Draco forever, she could lose the bond between them forever. So she decided to keep things to herself and keep her distance from Draco.

With so much going on in her head, Y/N went to her bed and fell asleep quickly.

Next morning wasn’t any different than others. The sun was shining into girls shared dorm.

“Oh! I can’t find my tie!” shouted Pansy in a hurry.

“Just check your desk, I saw it there last night.” said Daphne.

“Found it!” Pansy shouted again.

Y/N was still half asleep when Daphne came to her side and reminded her that if she didn’t want detention from Snape, she should be up in a minute.

She got ready in a hurry, causing her to forget her potions book in her dorm.

Girls entered the Great Hall for breakfast.

“Well, well, well.. If these aren’t the princesses of Slytherin.” Blaise said in a flirty tone.

“Morning.” said Theo.

And a simple smile from Draco.

Y/N smiled to Draco back and rolled her eyes to Blaise.

“Was he always like that?” Y/N asked. “Because if he was, I should really consider my friend choices.” she said in a laughy tone.

“Oh, if you call that a flirting, you should have seen Draco last night in the Astronomy Tower.” Theo said.

Of course, they weren’t alone. Of course, Theo was going to meet up with a girl last night and Draco wanted some company, as well.

“Shut it already Theo.” said Draco.

“Who is it this time Draco?” asked Pansy.

“Yes, tell us who the lucky lady was.” added Daphne.

Y/N was holding her tears back, not only because of Draco’s new girl but also she couldn’t believe how easily Draco affected her. He goes around flirting with other girls and Y/N ends up the one being hurt. How unfair Y/N thought to herself.

Y/N had seen nothing but pure love between her parents. She was raised the best way possible. Indeed, she was a pure blood, she came from a wealthy family - why else would Draco befriend her?- and she was pretty. She could pull of any guy she wanted. Any guy but him.

She could get any guy wrapped around her finger, any guy but the one with the grey eyes.

However, it was kind of funny how she was oblivious to Draco’s feelings. She meant everything to him, he would take her in a heartbeat if she said yes. His whole world revolving around her. Draco was the one to keep his feelings bottled up, that was for sure. But still, the fact that he cares about Y/N more than any other girl was obvious.

“Y/N?” asked Pansy.

No answer.

“Y/N!!??”

“Oh, sorry.” Y/N said.

“But you missed all the fun, Draco couldn’t even remember that girl’s name.” Said Pansy.

And just seconds later, everyone burst into laughter.

“Yeah poor girl must be thinking of Draco right now, but he doesn’t even remember her name.” said Daphne, giggling.

“ For Merlin’s sake! I only flirted with her so Theo could have his time with that girl’s friend.” Draco said in a serious tone staring to Y/N.

“Good boy, aren’t you?” said Y/N in a condescending tone which made Draco angrier.

It was safe to say that Draco stared into Y/N’s soul for a time which felt like an eternity for both.

Only if he knew what Y/N would do to be the one that Draco flirted- even if it is all fake.

“So now it is a staring contest?” asked Blaise laughing.

“No. And I dont even have the time for your - and I mean ALL of you- stupid crushes.” Y/N said.

“What? What crush are you talking about?” asked Draco.

“Shit! I must have left my potions book in my dorm” Y/N said. She was headed for dorm room.

Not long after, Y/N was pulled into an empty classroom.

“WHA-“ Y/N’s shout was interrupted.

“What is wrong with you?” asked Draco.

“I don’t know what you are talking abo-“ she was interrupted again.

“Oh, cut the bullshit already! You ditch on me and Theo last night and you have been off all morning?” asked Draco.

“I- erm- I am really worried about Snape’s class you know?” she lied.

“So this is what it’s all about.” said Draco. “I thought you were mad at me or something.” he added.

“You have been distant lately. It’s like one minute you are the center of the conversation, and you are gone in the next.” Draco said, worried.

“Told you, I have been struggling with potions.”

That was the best I could come up with? She thought to herself. I must be a disgrace to the house of Slytherin.

“I will help you, okay? Meet me in the library after dinner.” said Draco.

“No- I mean you dont have to.” she said.

“No, I need to fix whats bothering my best friend.” Draco winked.

Your WHAT? Now, we are best friends. If there is something worse than being friends with him existed then it would totally be being best friends with him.

“Come on, we need to get to class.” Added Draco.

Potions was boring for Y/N. Until Snape assigned the homework. A homework which was needed to be done with partners.

“I will assign your partners this time.” said Snape.

“Miss Granger, you are with Mr Longbottom.”

“Miss Y/L/N, you are with…..

“Mr Malfoy” Y/N prayed.

“Mr. Potter.” Snape said.

The anger in Draco’s eyes was visible, if not, it was felt by every single person in class. However, no one dared to state the obvious.

“Oh shit. Now it is getting interesting.” Blaise said to Theo.

“Yeah, just wait till the class is over and Draco starts whining about it.” said Theo.

As Harry walked closer to Y/N, Draco was already watching them.

Y/N and Harry greeted and started to talk about the project.

Whenever Y/N looked to Draco, he was already watching her.

But this time something was different. Draco’s eyes was not filled with the warmth that Y/N was used to see, instead it was filled with something she couldn’t name.

It was jealousy. So much jealousy that he could explode any minute now.

Slytherin group was already gone when Y/N and Potter realized that the class is over. As a matter of fact, everyone was gone and they were alone in the classroom.

“I must have lost the track of time.” said Y/N to Potter.

“Yeah. Seems we both did.” he agreed.

They rushed to outside.

“If Potter is that interesting, you can always go be his friend.” said Draco to Y/N. He has been standing outside the classroom waiting for Y/N, this whole time.

“What? We were just talking about the project.” said Y/N.

“Yeah? That must be the reason you couldn’t care to join your friends when leaving the class.” Draco said, angrily.

“Oh, possesiveness is a trait of yours, isn’t it?” Y/N asked mocking.

“Potter is my red line. Do. Not. Cross. It.” Draco said in the most serious tone possible, grabbing Y/N’s wrist.

“Too bad, he. İs my. Partner” Y/N said jokingly.

Little did they both knew, they had already crossed the red line in each other’s hearts.

“So, why do I even need to mix these things?”

“Like what on earth am I going to need these potion for?” Y/N asks, pretending to be oblivious to keep her lie going.

“Just try to memorize the ingredients and you will be okay.” Draco assured.

“Okay.” said knowing everything Draco has been telling her since the minute one.

“By the way, I really don’t understand why you stress over potions. You are the smartest witch I know.” said Draco lifting his eyebrows.

“I don’t know, it is not the class that stresses me, it is the professor. Snape is tense, you know?” Y/N shouted another lie.

“What? He is practically one of your father’s best friends. They’ve known each other since they were what? Like 11?” Draco asked.

“Yeah but still, he was always so intimidating.” Was Y/N’s answer.

“Truth to be told, I am his favourite, but you are not so bad yourself.” He said laughing.

“Well, I know he likes us, he is better to us than others.” Y/N said agrreing.

“See? He’s not so bad after all.” Draco said.

Rest of their study session went on as a chat session. Things was always so easy and calming between Y/N and Draco.

“Merlin, I missed talking to you about anything-“ Draco was interrupted by Y/N “Let’s leave, I have to check Gullygum.” Said Y/N, Anything to avoid this confrontation she thought.

“Gullygum? As your cat?”

“Yeah Draco, how many other Gullygums do you know of?” teased Y/N as she was packing her things.

The night was calm. As they were headed to Slytherin common room together the only sound which can be heard was their footsteps. As they pass by the torches lining the walls, the flickering light casts shadows that seem to dance across their faces. The sound of Draco’s breathing and the rustle of Y/N’s clothing as they walk creates a gentle white noise, as if the whole world has fallen away and it's just the two of them.

“So.” Draco said breaking the silence.

“Now tell me, why have you been so distant lately. And don’t ever think about lying to me because it is obvious you have no problem with classes.” Draco asked.

“Oh for fucks sake Draco, everything is fine. Friends don’t push each other like that.” Y/N stated, emphasizing the word friends.

“Yeah, friends.” whispered to himself Draco. But Y/N didn’t hear a thing for she was so tired with Draco pushing her to confess.

As the first beams of sunlight filtered through the small windows of the Slytherin dungeons, the house's green and silver shades appeared to come to life.

“Wake up! Today’s the day!” Daphne shouted to Pansy and Y/N.

“What day?” Y/N asked, half asleep.

“Are you serious? You forgot about it?” Pansy asked her.

“About what?”

“About the PARTY YOU SILLY!” Daphne shouted.

Oh, shoot. It’s today! The party which was organized by Daphne and Pansy, the party they couldn’t stop talking about.

The girls were already headed to Great Hall when Y/N was done dressing up.

As usual, the boys of Slytherin was waiting for their princesses at the table.

Pansy and Daphne wouldn’t stop talking about the party, how they have been planning this for weeks if not months.

In the middle of their conversation, an owl dropped a box to Y/N. The box had a letter.

You deserve the world. We love & miss you.

Mom & Dad.

And the letter made Y/N realize how homesick she was. She loved Hogwarts, she loved her friends and she loved her Draco but something about her parent’s letter made her miss her home. Maybe it was how the words they use reminded Mr and Mrs. Y/L/N’s relationship to their daughter. They had something Y/N admired. One day she dreams of having with Draco.

“Will you open it already?” said Blaise.

“Oh, let me just-“ she was interrupted by Pansy.

“OH. MY. GOD.” shouted Pansy.

“THAT MUST HAVE COST A FORTUNE.�� said Daphne in a shock.

“This is so nice.” Said Draco.

“Aww, thank you guys. I must write them back as soon as I can.” Said Y/N heading towards the exit of the Great Hall.

“I envy how your father cares about you. I guess it is different when you are a girl.” Says a familiar voice.

“OH- You scared me.” Said Y/N shaking.

“Just cool darling.” Said Draco.

“I got this memory of us kids in my head. When we both fell of our broomsticks how your father ran towards you and mine just mocked me.” Said Draco.

“Oh, Dray, I’m sure you are remembering wrong.” Y/N said.

“Yeah, maybe.” Draco said.

The rest of the day went on as usual, the classes and stuff. In the evening there was a rush in girls dorm. Y/N had already picked her dress and she was getting ready for the party when she heard a knock on the door.

“Do you think you can help me with my tie- WHOA.. You look..erm- pretty.” Said Draco. “Heavenly” he whispered to himself.

“Oh, thank you. Yes I sure can.” Y/N said leaning towards him.

There was an undeniable tension and chemistry between them. Their lips were just inches apart. Draco’s grey eyes were fixated on Y/N’s eyes. The more they stay this close, the more Y/N’s hand shook. This was the closeness they were both longing for. It was almost like Draco didn’t want to let her go. Almost.

“So, I was thinking that we can go to party together since I am already here.” Said Draco.

“Yeah, yeah let me just grab my purse.” Y/N agreed.

The Slytherin common room was transformed into a grand party hall, decorated with green and silver banners, glittering streamers, and shining orbs that floated above the dance floor. The room was alive with the sound of music, laughter, and clinking of glasses, as the students of Slytherin danced and chatted, all in their finest clothes. The grand staircase leading to the upper levels of the castle provided the perfect stage for the hosts to make their grand entrance, clad in their finest robes and basking in the admiration of their guests. It was a Slytherin party atmosphere unlike any other, full of luxury, power, and excitement.

Draco instinctively put his hand on Y/N’s back, like he wanted to show everyone who she belonged to. Y/N was shivering for she was longing Draco’s touch for some time now.

Not so long after, a group of Slytherins decided to play the game of spin the bottle. Y/N and Draco were among the group, both secretly hoping the bottle would point to each other.

As the game progressed, the bottle spun round and round, landing on various members of the group. Finally, it was Y/N’s turn. The bottle spun and spun, seeming to take forever to come to a stop. When it finally did, it was pointed towards Cedric Diggory, who grinned eagerly.

Without a second thought, Cedric leaned in for a kiss. Y/N closed her eyes, allowing the kiss to happen.

Draco, who had been watching the entire thing with a scowl, could feel his anger about to boil over. He didn't know why he felt so strongly about Y/N , but he did, and seeing her kiss someone else fueled a fire deep within him.

“My turn.” said Blaise eagerly.

“I am going to call it a night.” said Draco not even glancing a side eye to Y/N.

Guilt was growing inside Y/N’s heart. But she didn’t have any choice. It was all a game after all.

Rest of the party was a usual Slytherin party. With the shock of Draco leaving the party so early, Y/N decided to call it a night, as well.

Next morning, Y/N wanted to see if Draco is doing okay. So before heading to Great Hall for breakfast she decided to stop by Draco’s dorm.

As she knocked on the door, a girl she didn't recognize opened the door of Draco's room.

“Hello?” She asked

“Who is it?” Draco shouted.

“Um-I wanted to-um…” Y/N was stunned. For a moment, she thought she can actually heart the breaking noise of her heart.

Draco came to the door and when he saw Y/N standing, he was frozen. It was clear that he spent the night with this girl.

“We can talk later.” Said Y/n, heartbroken, and jealous at the same time.

She was holding her tears back while walking to Great Hall. Not angry but heartbroken.

Just when she sat to breakfast, she felt a familiar voice approaching.

“Hey, Y/N.” said Cedric.

“Hi Cedric.” said Y/N.

“Is not that the guy she kisses last night?” asked Blaise.

Daphne nodded.

“Can I talk to you in private?” Cedric asked.

“Sure.”

They were headed to the exit of the Great Hall when Y/N felt Draco’s eyes on her when he was walking by.

“So, what is it that you want to ask?” Y/N said.

“I know this might sound ridicolus but I can’t stop thinking about our kiss last night. I was wondering if you would like yo go on a date with me?” “If you would give us the chance to get to know each other better.” Asked Cedric, hesitation can be seen from all over his face.

With the jealousy and broken heart, Y/N didn’t even think for a moment.

“ Yes Cedric.” she smiled.

“Oh, I’m happy now. I will pick you up after dinner tomorrow, so we can go for a drink at Hogsmeade?”

“Sounds like the perfect date.” nodded Y/N.

It clearly was an impulsive decision. It. Clearly. Was. Cedric didn’t even catch Y/N’s attention for once. Except last night, when she had to kiss him. She didn’t had the choice unlike Draco. Draco had the choice to not drag a girl to his dorm.

“What did he want?” Asked Pansy.

“A date.” Y/N answered.

“ A DATE?” Pansy shouted. “Not a chance” she added.

“Actually, I-“ Y/N was imterrupted.

“ Oh no you didn’t” Pansy said.

“ Sure as hell, I did.” Y/N said walking to class.

The next day went on as quickly. Y/N was getting ready for her date when it crossed her mind that she hadn’t seen Draco over a day. For them, it was a record. They were practically inseperable. Not so long ago, at least.

Y/N was headed to Great Hall to meet Cedric when she looked up and saw Draco, Theo and Pansy was sitting by the fireplace just chatting casually.

“Ready for you date?” Pansy asked which caused Draco to look at Y/N angrily.

“What date?” Theo responded.

“Oh, didn’t you hear, she is going on a date with Diggory,” Pansy answered.

“Lucky man got to steal our girl, didn’t he Draco?” Said theo.

Draco didn’t respond, he just nodded. As far as anyone can see, he was devastated.

As Y/N got back from her date, it was already pass midnight. The castle was so quiet as she walked to the dungeons of Slytherin. Y/N opened the door to the common room, only to find out Draco sitting where she left him hours ago.

The fireplace crackling sound in the midnight echoes throughout the empty Slytherin common room, adding an eerie quality to the scene. The pops and crackles of the fire seem to reverberate off the walls, creating an almost hypnotic rhythm that feels both calming and unsettling.

Did he waited for her to get back from her date?

As he waits, he stares into the flames, lost in thought. The sound of the fire is the only thing that breaks the silence of the room, and it's as if the fire is the only company he has.

The sound of the fire crackling is also a reminder of the late hour, creating a sense of intimacy and secrecy that seems fitting for the moment.

As Draco waits for you to return, the sound of the fire crackling grows softer and more gentle. It's as if the fire is signaling that something new is about to happen, that a new chapter is about to begin.

“I know I messed up.” said Draco in a rather sad voice.

“I know it should have been me who took you on this date.” he added.

The sound of the fire becomes louder and more chaotic, mirroring the rush of feelings that Y/N is experiencing. It crackles and pops, adding a layer of intensity to the moment. The flames seem to grow brighter, casting an orange glow across the room and making everything feel more dramatic.

Despite the chaos of the fire, Draco's words are clear and heartfelt.

“I know it should have been me who gets to call you his girlfriend.” he finally looked up to Y/N who was in a total shock.

“Draco” she whispered.

“I love you, Y/N Y/L/N.” he whispered. “I have always loved you and only you.”

“And I love you Draco Malfoy.” she added. “I have always waited for you and only you.”

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scaramionee · 8 months ago

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Just finished Secrets and Masks by Emerald_Slytherin and I haven't been the same ever since. I thought that Manacled was my last straw and then I start reading THIS PIECE OF ART ??!! DRACO AND HERMIONE'S CHEMISTRY ?!! THEO'S CHARACTERIZATION ??!! ASTORIA AND BLAISE'S UNDYING LOVE FOR EACH OTHER ??!! DAPHNE AND HER SACRIFCE ??!! THE FOUND FAMILY TROUPE ??!! MALFOY'S ADORABLE DRAGON ?!! How can I ever go back, I do not think I can ever bring myself to read that fanfic again. It soothed the deepest part of my soul and I'm glad but nope, I refuse to bawl my eyes out all over again. I can never move on from this fanfic, as if all of this happened in the canon, UGH WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

#harry potter #dramione #draco x hermione #hermione granger #draco malfoy #theodore nott #nott's sexy ass and dark humor really kept me alive ugh #theo was so hot in this fic #and DAPHNEEEEE MY LOVE #daphne greengrass #astoria greengrass #blaise zabini #ginny weasley #luna lovegood #tom riddle #may voldemort burn in hell forever that mf #narcissa malfoy

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annefolklore · 1 year ago

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Theodore Nott Headcanons

His favorite color is deep blue

He mainly speaks italian and english but he can also speak french because his mother was French

It brings me to an headcanon that I thought about. I headcanon his mother to be French and after her death, he tried his best to not forget her language because it’s the last thing that connect him to her.

He says his favorite class is Transfiguration, but it’s secretly Muggle Studies because he used to buy muggle things with his mom to see what they were for.

When you’re looking for him, most of the time he’s by the lake on a bench or sat by a tree.

He’s a hatstall because the Sorting hat was hesitating between Slytherin and Ravenclaw

He actually tried being in the quidditch team as a chaser or beater in fourth year, but didn’t like being bossed around by the captain so he quitted

His first crush was Hermione Granger during his third year because he admired her knowledge and how she doesn’t let herself be walked on. His favorite memory about her was how she punched Malfoy in the face

Theodore always thought girls never looked at him, but oh boy he was mistaken…it’s like he’s blind and it took him to accidentally hear his 2 of his friends, Daphne Greengrass and Pansy Parkinson, joking about how many girls wanted him and how their “son” is growing up fast. He still lightly chuckle when he think about this memory.

Not a headcanon but he hangouts with Draco, Blaise, Pansy, Daphne, Mattheo and Enzo. But among them, he prefers being with Pansy and Daphne (he will never say it out loud 💀) because he kinda like how they baby him and tell him all about girls thing. Like I can imagine him randomly being invited to their sleepovers and they put makeup on him, skin care, they gossip ect. He mostly like their inside jokes and how everyone around them is confused. He feels good knowing they’re completely comfortable with him to the point where they change in front of each other because it’s not weird and Pansy says “It’s only weird, if you make it weird”. Outside of the girls, he likes being with Blaise

Talking about his favorite girls, him and the other boys made a pact of protecting the 2 at all cost. None of the girls know about the pact, they just think that as male friends, they act like such by scaring away boys that come near them.

Most people call him Theo, but Pansy and Daphne call him Teddy

HELP I COULD LITERALLY DO A WHOLE POST ABOUT HIM, PANSY AND DAPHNE 😭

But anyways

He’ve always hated his father, Faustus Nott, mostly because he was the one who killed his mom, right in front of him with his fists

He cried after getting the dark mark

He wears rings and got an helix piercing before the seventh year after a drunk evening with Draco, Blaise, Mattheo and Enzo

He’s always making fun of Draco because he cannot run fast to save his life 😭

He’s the one of those that don’t study that often but get good grades

His favorite weather is cloudy/rainy because it finds comfort in them. He loves it the most when it’s pouring outside and he’s in the comfort of his dorm/common room reading a book.

He’s a night owl and goes to sleep at like 3am

His friends and himself are just a big happy family

Theodore is so photogenic!! He doesn’t even know it, but Pansy and Daphne always sneak pictures of him without him knowing and he looks majestic in every single one of them

He swears a lot but not too much yk?

He smokes when he’s preoccupied by something and during Voldemort’s return, he would always have a pack of cigarettes with him

Blaise and him speak in sarcasm most of the time and it’s so funny to watch 😭

I like to think he has a lot of moles/beauty marks on him, especially on his chest

He’s an observer, discreet and pay attention to his surroundings

He’s a good 6 foot 2-3 with long legs and Mattheo always fake-jump with a hand on his heart when he sees him. He calls him slender-man

He has the dead eyes with dark circles under them like he hasn’t slept in a decade

During breakfast he only takes 2 French toast with a cup of either coffee or tea, depends on his mood

His type in girls would be the quiet ones, like him. He likes them shy, maybe a bit nerdy who doesn’t talk a lot. Brunettes, maybe blondes, he doesn’t mind which house she’s in but she must get along well with his friends.

He doesn’t spend much time at his manor anymore, because he wants to avoid his father much as possible. So instead, he basically lives at the Zabini’s, his room is right across Blaise’s. Mrs Zabini loves him as if he was her own and treat him as such. What Theo loves doing is helping her around the house just to hear her say “What a wonderful boy you are!…Take him as an example Blaise!” And how his friends rolls his eyes while doing his best middle finger to Theodore. “Blaise, leave him alone!”

He loves reading, his favorite genres are philosophy because it makes him think and say the same smart sentences to his friends afterwards (especially Mattheo and Draco) even tho they don’t understand a thing he’s saying. He likes the classics, horror and romance (yes I see you coming, he reads smut). When he eventually gets a girlfriend, he does to her the romantic things he have read and say loving things the characters said.

His patronus is an eagle/hawk. No I didn’t do any research, I just can picture him with those kind of bird on his arm yk?🧍🏾‍♀️

He genuinely thought he wasn’t gonna survive the war or be put in Azkaban if he even manages to live. During his seventh year, at night, when everyone was asleep in his dorm, he would write letters to his friends and even wrote his will. He gave his clothes and his things to Blaise. 95% of his money was left for Pansy and Daphne while the rest was for charities and do not be fooled by the 5% because the number still have a lot of zeros in it. He wanted Draco to have his wand, he wanted Mattheo to have his rings because he would catch him looking at them in envy and gave Enzo his owl and books. He wanted to have his portrait in each of his friends’ house so he can visit them whenever he wants.

In a modern Hogwarts, he would listen to Chase Atlantic

He plays the piano and a bit the guitar

He loves poems and write some when he has inspiration, Draco have read one of them when he saw Theo had asleep on it and was curious about what he was writing.

#theodore nott #theodore nott x you #theodore nott fluff #harry potter #harry potter fandom #potterhead #blaise zabini #draco malfoy #mattheo riddle #lorenzo berkshire #pansy parkinson #daphne greengrass #theo nott #theo nott x you #theo nott x y/n #theo nott x reader

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ao3statistics · 5 months ago

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This is self-made. Date of creation: 09.09.2024

I'll make more charts for the Harry Potter fandom in the future!

I can't believe how many Blaise ships there are by now. And I cannot believe how popular BZ/Pansy is... also thought the BZ/Hermione slice would be bigger.

I assume no guarantee or liability for the completeness, correctness and accuracy of this chart despite my best efforts.

Includes fanfictions in all languages available, NOT English only. Includes all fandoms on Ao3 connected to Blaise Zabini.

Percentages were rounded up or rounded down to natural numbers for easier comprehension.

Poly ships were included.

More charts will follow. :)

Want to have a chart for different pairings, headcanons etc. in your favourite fandom? Send me an ask!

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ameliassecrets · 5 months ago

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Got him (T.N. x reader)

You finally make friends with your next-door neighbour, but it seems you like the same guy.

A/N: So I might have gone horribly overboard with this, but I've been way too inspired recently, so I had to get it out of my system. Anyways, here you go!

(Has been intended as fem!reader, but could also be read as gn!reader since I didn't specify any pronouns)

Exactly one year ago you had officially started your career as an auror. You knew it wouldn't be easy but you were determined, otherwise you also never would’ve been able to get a job at the Ministry of Magic. You were standing on your own feet, so to speak, for the first time in your life, therefore you were faced with new challenges. Challenge number one had been to find an apartment that you liked. After living in your first apartment for a year and constantly having trouble with your landlord, you decided you needed a change.

As it just so happened every available apartment nearby came with three roommates as it seemed, all of which were guys. You didn't necessarily love your new shared apartment, but it was still an improvement on your last one. The boys were nice to you, yet you never really became part of the group and it bothered you.

It made living there even harder and you were starting to struggle. You were desperate to make your room feel like a home, but no amount of furniture and decor could make you feel less caged in your own little space. You felt like you were treading on thin ice, scared to loose footing at any given moment.

Then there were your neighbours. Your roommates instantly got along with them. 'No wonder' you scoffed in your mind. If you had knocked on their door asking for help from a 'strong man', you surely would've been their favourite neighbour as well.

Needless to say you didn’t get along with them. They kept hitting on your roommates, as well as other colleagues as you had heard, and you had quickly disliked them.

You can still recall them giggling as one of the boys was more than eager to lend them a hand.

You didn’t need to get along with them anyways, you had befriended other colleagues and for the most part, as long as you avoided your apartment everything was fine.

One of the colleagues you got along with the best was Hermione Granger. You were both smart and competitive, yet you supported one another, instead of feeling a need to bring the other down. That was probably what made your friendship so strong, nothing but little disputes that were easily forgiven, ever getting between you so far.

But there were also colleagues you hadn’t ever really paid any further mind to. One of them: Theodore Nott. Admittedly he was an attractive guy, with his mesmerizing eyes, dark curly hair and his charming smile that would turn into a sinful smirk ever so often, but you never really got to know him all that well.

Ever since you were paired up together in one of your classes though, getting closer to him was inevitable and Merlin it drove you mad.

He started seeking you out more often, you would always make each other laugh and with all the attention you were now getting from him you couldn’t help being intrigued by him.

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You went out to a karaoke bar in muggle London with your colleagues after a particularly hard training session that day. It was a Friday night, so the bar was crowded, but your group was still able to save yourselves a nice table in the corner of the room.

'I need a drink' you thought to yourself after a good half an hour of listening to several people sing. Only when you turned around towards the bar you held back. One of your neighbours was chatting up Theodore. Perhaps you had taken an unexpected interest in him that you weren't quite ready to admit to yourself. But it was brutally clear that so had she.

Whilst you were stood studying them from afar you could make out how she was constantly seeking out the opportunity to get impossibly closer to him, batting her eyelashes at him and carelessly throwing her head back laughing as he appeared to have made a joke.

What made it even worse was that he didn't seem quite as repulsed by her actions as you were. He kept their conversation going, making her laugh and leaning in whenever it was necessary so that she could hear what he was saying.

You hated feeling this way, it was only a silly crush. Oh please who are you even kidding.. he's a colleague. Exactly, 'a colleague', you reminded yourself. Who knows, maybe getting to know her would also help you get to know the others a little better and you would feel more at home?

And with exactly that thought in mind you pushed yourself through the crowd towards them.

"So what are we drinking over here?" You asked the both of them, after you had greeted them with your best smile.

"A sex on the beach" he replied with a toothy grin.

You were cursing yourself for the thoughts that flooded your mind at his reply.

"A sex on the beach? I thought you would take another Cuba Libre" you teased him, remembering his cringe at the taste of the drink he had earlier.

"Please, don't remind me" he begged whilst putting a hand over his heart, his face distorting into one of faux pain.

"Alright", you laughed. "Does it taste good?" You asked, pointing at the drink in his hand.

"It does. I can only recommend it" he said, after having taken another sip of the drink and leaning slightly back against the bar so that he would be able to face you whilst you were placing your order.

After getting your own drink and making casual conversation, one of your roommates came up to the three of you with one of your neighbours in tow.

"Do you also want a tequila shot?" he asked you over the loud music after offering some to the others. You took one of the shots, thanking him, only regretting it at the warm feeling of the liquid going down your throat.

"Salazar, we should sing a song together" your dark-haired neighbour cheered, after you had all downed the contents of the little glasses.

Theodore had protested immediately, his eyes almost comically wide, as they threatened to jump out of his head from the shock.

“Oh come on” You all teased him, his eyes stuck to yours in particular at your pleads for him to sing.

“Only if you go as well” he bargained, with a challenging look, adorned by a wolfish smile on his face.

“Fine, as long as you go” you replied confidently, despite the fact that you were usually uncomfortable singing in front of people. He rose his eyebrows in question of if you really wanted to do this but you left no room for arguments.

As soon as you had formally introduced yourselves, since she didn’t know your name and neither did you know hers, the girl was quick to write your names down on the board.

"I'm Pansy" she had introduced herself, reaching out her hand for you to shake, smiling as you told her your name.

As the girl named Pansy - as you now knew - had run off, you took the chance to introduce yourself to the other girl as well.

"By the way I never got your name.." you sheepishly admitted. Of course it was weird to introduce yourself to your neighbour after living next door to each other for months, but you’d rather have it be late than never.

"That's alright, I'm Daphne" she laughed, giving you a warm smile.

"Nice to meet you, I actually wanted to introduce myself on the first day and ask if you maybe wanted to drink a glass of bubbly together but I kind of missed the opportunity." you told her, smiling back.

"That sounds like a great idea, we should do that. Feel free to come over whenever you want, we can all sit on our balcony if you'd like." You were surprised with how on board Daphne seemed with the plan, seeing as you had never even introduced each other up until now, but then again you were generally surprised how nice she had been so far.

"That does sound good, how about we do that next week?" You asked happily.

"Alright” she confirmed, only to be interrupted by her friend.

"Our names are up on the board!" Pansy announced cheerily upon her return. "Now we just have to wait for our turn."

"Great, I'm going to go back to the others until then if you don't mind." you excused yourself, going back to your table. As the time began to pass you started berating yourself for your actions. Your nerves were beginning to eat you up when Daphne tapped on your shoulder.

"We are going to leave now, we want to go to the club already. Do you want to come with us?" She offered with a smile.

"Actually we were planning to stay a little longer” you had to decline, after giving it some thought “but we're going to join you guys there later, thank you." You added politely.

You were in a tug of war with yourself. You knew how weird it would seem if you were best friends with your neighbours, who you had been making fun of for the most part so far, all of a sudden. Yet you couldn't help wanting to feel like a part of the group with your neighbours and by extension, your roommates, who had taken a liking to them.

As it just so happened, due to their group staying longer and your group leaving earlier than intended, you all left at the same time.

"That sounds great!" Pansy cheered as you and Daphne filled her in on the plans for the following week.

"Alright then, I'll come over first thing on Monday" you joked, as Pansy clung to Daphne’s arm.

"Monday?!" She asked incredulously. "I don't think I'm going to be sober again by then" she stated, making the three of you break out into a fit of laughter.

"Okay, Tuesday it is" you announced.

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Apart from the bitterness you had felt when Daphne had openly admitted to liking Theo and leaving with him shortly after, the night had been fun.

After the two had left, you spent the rest of the night dancing with your colleagues, also explaining your sudden change of mind towards your neighbours and they had been nothing if not understanding.

You had also spent the early hours of the morning dancing with a certain Riddle brother, so you didn’t feel quite as bad. He had looked devilishly good in the colourful lights of the club, which accentuated his features. You had shared some drinks and after the club had closed you got some food to sober up. His treat of course.

But even better than the food were the stories he had to tell, one of which had peeked your interest particular. Daphne had apparently been interested in him at first. He told you all about how their friends would purposely leave them alone together and how it made him feel quite uncomfortable a couple of times. You never would've guessed that Mattheo was the guy to feel uncomfortable like that, seeing as he always seemed so indifferent on the outside, but you could only sympathize with the boy.

Even if nothing had happened between the two of you, you were glad for how the night had ended with the two of you simply enjoying each other’s company.

After that night you were still unsure if your neighbours were truly nice people or if it was just a facade, simply because Daphne couldn't have been downright rude to you in front of Theo, but you were willing to give them a chance.

Theodore and you kept getting closer as well as you and the girls.

After that one fateful day on their balcony, sharing drinks and snacks as well as some good stories and laughs, it became a regular thing.

You all got along far better than you had initially expected, mentally chiding yourself for being so quick to judge the girls. Only one thing never really changed. Daphne still liked Theodore. And you still hated it. Although now it was for a different reason.

He had confided in you what had happened after they left the club, how he had been interested in her in the beginning, only to be completely let down by her. She had pulled a switch on him just like she had on Mattheo. Still that was not the reason you hated her feelings for Theodore. No, it was your own guilt.

You couldn't help your own feelings for him getting stronger the more time you spent together in between classes, telling each other more about your lives and your families.

You could still remember him going on and on about how much he loves his grandmother, it was clear she was the most important to him out of his family.

It also didn't help your growing soft spot for him, how highly he talked about his grandma. Theodore had an unexpected soft side, which you grew to love so much you would never dare to admit it.

You weren’t sure when exactly your dynamic changed but at some point it just did.

Perhaps it had been more of a fluid change, rather than an abrupt one, leaving you unable to determine an exact point in time when you started being more than friends.

There was only that one point in time when the tension had built up so far, that there was definitely no denying it any longer.

It was at a colleague’s party, when the longing glances turned into an equal understanding, an eye-contact that was meant to never be broken, speaking the truth about your feelings and desires in the rawest form. His pupils were dilated so wide, you could hardly see the blue of his eyes that you had grown so fond of.

It was the moment when your eyes dropped to his lips and you noticed just how close you two were, when you noticed your breaths mingling, only for him to kiss you with such vigour that you were sure he had completely stolen the air from your lungs.

Friendly touches turned to clinging onto the other, afraid it would all end too soon, trying to feel as much as possible of each other’s bodies.

You had lost all concept of time, too caught up in each other.

Then came the guilt.

The guilt of kissing the man you knew your friend liked as well. Godric you were a crappy friend. You had listened to her swoon about him so often, never daring to speak up about your own feelings for him. Surely you could’ve talked to her, but no, you were a coward. And now there was no going back.

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After your classes had ended for the day, you took your sweet time packing your bag. The professor had already left as well as the other aurors-in-training, leaving only you and Theo behind in the otherwise empty room. He walked up to you and you wrapped your arms around his neck, lacing your fingers through the short hair at the nape. You knew he loved when you did that, it was written all over his face.

“Hello, love” he whispers, leaning in to kiss you for the first time that day. You get lost in the kiss for a minute, enjoying every second of it, before you reply with a sheepish ‘hi’. You could feel a blush creep onto your face, so you quickly try to look away, still catching a glimpse of the victorious look on his face.

This was only one part of your routine by now. Once you had accepted that albeit your kiss posed a betrayal to one of your friends, you could neither deny your feelings any longer nor go back to only being friends, your relationship with Theodore had flourished into a steady but secret relationship.

“Do you want to hang back and study together tomorrow?” he asked hopeful. Sure, at first that doesn’t sound like a typical date. In fact, the first time he had asked you to study with him you had given him a questioning look, unsure of whether or not he had an ulterior motive. The library quickly became your favourite place though. Since no one was there most of the time, you could openly hold hands, steal kisses and simply spend some time together as a couple.

"I'm sorry, I can't, I'm going over to the girls' place tomorrow" you apologise, leaving a soft peck on his lips.

"Again?" He whines, although you know it's only half-hearted. He has always been understanding and patient with you.

"I know, I know.. but if I cancel on them now, then they're going to ask me why and I don't want to lie to them, they're my friends." you sigh, tired of hiding.

Truth be told, you were getting rather sick of your current situation and you could see how he was hoping for you to just tell Daphne already. Of course you knew that hiding forever wasn't an option.

"Then don't lie to them" he counters. "I mean how long do you want to keep doing this?" he asked, coming to stand impossibly closer to you.

"Well, you know how Daphne still likes you" you remind him, making him cringe at the thought, "and besides, what do you expect me to say?"

"Just tell her that we're together and that you want to spend time with your boyfriend" he insists, playing with the belt loops on your jeans.

You felt the guilt creep up inside you again, making you look at the floor shamefully. No matter how many times you had told yourself that Daphne wasn't truly interested in Theodore or that the two of you hadn't been close friends when Theo had first kissed you, you knew she liked him and even now as her friend, you're still kissing him.

"I don't care about her, love. Besides she isn't even actually interested in me, I've told you how weird she got that night at the club."

You frown at the memory of how poorly she had treated him.

"I promise, you guys will be fine." he assures you, lifting your face by your chin to make you look at him.

"Alright.." you sigh after a minute of contemplation.

"Wait, really?" he asks surprised by your change of mind.

"Don't make me change my mind again!" you warn, making him pull you in by the loops and kiss you. You let out a content sigh, feeling him smile against your lips. Godric you were down bad for this boy, you thought. But how could you not be, when he so shamelessly loved you as well.

"So you're going to tell them? No more hiding?" he asks again, his face full of hope.

"No, you're right, I have to tell them eventually anyway and I don't want to hide our relationship anymore."

"I'm sorry, what was that you just said?" he teases proudly, pretending he didn't hear.

"I said you were right" You repeat yourself, leaning in again for a kiss filled with all the love you could convey.

#theodore nott x reader #theodore nott x you #theodore nott x y/n #slytherin #mattheo riddle #pansy parkinson #daphne greengrass

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obsessedwithceleste · 11 months ago

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Fighting Fate (It’s a losing battle)

Theodore Nott x gn!reader

Inspired by, and dedicated to @musingsofahufflepuff

Summary: soulmate!au in which everyone sees in black and white until they meet their soulmate. Bold of fate to assume it can tell you what to do.

word count: 3.1k

Ever since your first day at Hogwarts, you’d been told that you were lucky. A one in a million chance. Exceptional. Because as soon as you’d been sorted, and the sorting hat had been lifted up off of your head, your eyes had met his, and the world had burst into color.

It had been wildly disorientating at first- you almost fainted from the visual overload as the banners over each section of students burst into bright color. As you went to take your seat, you got strange looks from several students, but you never felt his eyes leave you.

You’d always thought it was rubbish. Even at the ripe old age of eleven. Your mother had first explained the idea of soulmates to you as a bedtime story. You remember her explaining how everything looked bland and colorless now because you hadn’t met your soulmate yet. But once you did, the world would come to life.

“When will I meet my soulmate?” You’d asked.

“Well, that’s the catch isn’t it? It’s different for everyone. Some meet their soulmate very young. At school even. But some, some will never meet their soulmate. They can be anywhere in the world, fate doesn’t discriminate.”

You’d scrunched your little nose up in distaste.

“That’s stupid. Why do I have to listen to fate?”

Your mother had only laughed, tucking you in and kissing your forehead goodnight. But the sentiment had remained as you grew up. How could someone really just be meant for you? Ridiculous.

Theo had known that you were going to be his soulmate before fate did. He’d watched silently from his seat on the train as you boarded, a nervous grin on your face as you waved goodbye to your family. You were perfect, and he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. At least until Mattheo swatted his arm.

“What’re you staring at, mate?” He’d asked loudly, gaining the attention of the other boys in the carriage.

“See them, there?” Theo asked, pointing to where you were boarding. “That’s going to be my soulmate.” He’d announced proudly.

“Yeah, okay mate,” the other boys had laughed, quickly moving on to the next topic.

But Theo didn’t take his eyes off of you until you disappeared through the train doors and off into some unknown compartment.

The next time he saw you was at the sorting ceremony. He watched as you confidently made your way up to the front, the smile never leaving your face as McGonagall lowered the hat onto your head. It only took a few moments of deliberation before the hat was being lifted off of your head and Theo’s eyes met yours.

It was like the wind was taken out of him as the room sprung to life, colors swirling around his vision as his eyes raced around the room in awe.

By the end of the night, all of Theo’s friends had been sorted into Slytherin with him. Mattheo, Enzo, Draco, Blaise. Even Crabbe and Goyle.

“I was right on the train. About them being my soulmate,” he’d announced proudly, pointing out different objects and describing the different colors to his friends who wondered in amazement.

You on the other hand, didn’t speak a word of it to anyone until you accidentally let it slip to your mother over break that you could see the pretty colored ornaments strung up on the tree.

She’d been thrilled of course, wanting to know every detail about this soulmate of yours. What did he look like? What house was he? Had the two of you spoken.

You answered each question with less enthusiasm than the one prior, and eventually she got the point and stopped asking.

As soon as the news slipped that Theodore Nott, a child of the sacred twenty-eight, and son of Tiberius Nott no less, could see in color however, it didn’t take long for people to start noticing you. Telling you how lucky you were to have found your soulmate. To be able to see color. As if you wanted a soulmate at eleven years old.

The first few years it was easy to avoid. Being only eleven or twelve, Theo was content admiring you from a far. Third year was when the boy finally got the courage to really try and talk to you for the first time. Sure he’d said hi a few times over the past couple years, but nothing you’d found particularly note worthy. Especially not for someone who was supposedly your soulmate.

“Are you any good at charms?” A voice asks, startling you as you look up from the essay you had been finishing up in the court yard. It was a warm, cloudy day, with only a light breeze, so you’d thought it would be the perfect day to take your studies outside.

You stare up in surprise at the brunette boy in front of you, watching silently as he takes a seat across from you.

In the past, you'd played the avoiding game, quickly scurrying off if you saw the boy or his friends approaching. This year, you hadn't been taking the same precautions, and it seemed Theodore was taking full advantage.

“I’m alright,” you reply hesitantly.

That was a lie. Charms was your best subject, but you were hoping the boy might go away. He didn’t.

"I know that you're top of the class," he responds, staring intently at you with a sly smirk.

That afternoon you begrudgingly helped Theodore with his charms homework, and he happily helped you with your DADA essay. There wasn’t a whole lot of interaction between the two of you, but he wasn’t horrible you supposed. At least he had brain cells to rub together.

After that he kept popping up sporadically throughout your third year.

At quidditch tryouts he'd insisted on partnering with you for several of the drills. You both were offered a place on the team. In the Great Hall he'd seek you out to ask about the homework assignment he'd missed after skiving off of class with Mattheo. The fact that you gave him your notes each time meant nothing. Obviously. And every so often, between the shelves of books in the library, you'd see a flash of soft brown hair, and intense eyes gazing at you before they disappeared as if you were imagining it.

With each increasing encounter, the both of you made idle conversation as you kept the boy at an arms length. It was nothing personal really. In fact the more you thought about it, he seemed perfectly alright. But something in your stubborn thirteen year old self just wanted to stick it to fate. So you continued to ice the boy out.

Theodore however, was nothing if not determined. He knew from the moment he saw you that he was meant to be yours, and he’d be damned if he let you slip through his fingers. Thirteen year old Theodore was a stubborn bastard and he knew he was willing to play the long game.

Things grew a bit more complicated in fourth year when you became friends with some of the Slytherin crowd.

It had been an accident really. You’d been reading down by the Black Lake when Daphne Greengrass had stumbled upon you, followed closely by Pansy Parkinson and Lorenzo Berkshire.

“Oh!” she’d said in delight, seeing the book in your hands, “I love that book!”

The two of you ended up talking enthusiastically about the novel for almost an entire hour with Pansy and Enzo butting in every so often to add their thoughts.

“Wait, you’re Theodore’s soulmate aren’t you?” Enzo asks, eventually recognizing you.

You eye the boy cautiously as you nod slowly, suddenly feeling self conscious.

Pansy just wrinkles her nose.

“Sorry you got stuck with such a tosser.” She says.

The four of you are quiet for a moment before your laughter breaks the silence, the other three following shortly after.

After that, you’re integrated into their little group seamlessly. You’d always been a bit of a loner. Sure people would wander up to you often enough to chatter about what it was like to see colors, but that was really all people wanted to know about you. Like it was some trivial party trick.

It was nice having your own friends to study with and wander about Hogsmeade with on the weekends. It was nice to have people who liked being around you simply for being you. Not because some magical force had decided to bind you to a whole other human and grant you the ability to see color.

It didn’t take long for Theo to notice you hanging about more frequently. How could he not? You were so pretty. So smart and witty. So perfect. He was just so happy to have you around more often. Even if it wasn’t to spend time with him specifically.

He reveled in any little morsel of information that he could scrape up from your friends. Your favorite color, your favorite sweets at Honeydukes, your class schedule. Theo was willing to admit the last one was a bit weird, but he was really just hungry to learn anything he could about his elusive soulmate.

Soon enough, it didn’t become unusual for Theodore and Mattheo to join the four of you on your little excursions. Popping up at the Black Lake, or meeting up with you at the Three Broomsticks. He was just always there. As if he was making a point of it. And begrudgingly you began to let him in.

A friend of your friends was okay you thought. Wouldn’t hurt to get to know him a bit. That wasn’t crossing any lines.

For Theo however, this was huge. He was finally getting somewhere. Even if you weren’t ready for any sort of romantic relationship, he was going to be the best damn friend you’d ever had.

By fifth year, there was simply no denying it. Theodore Nott was your best friend. You weren’t really sure how it had happened. The two of you just fit so well together. He had truly wormed his way into your life.

It had started with the study sessions.

"Remember when you helped me with charms in third year?" He'd asked. "I got top marks on that assignment."

As those became more frequent, it had turned into afternoons by the lake with both of you deep in your own novels, but sharing the comfortable silence.

Then it had morphed into weekends at Hogsmeade. Your friends thought they were being subtle when they consistently slipped away, leaving you and Theo to wander about the village. You couldn't find it in yourself to mind though.

You’d tried to keep him at an arms length. You really had. But Enzo couldn’t make you laugh as hard as you did with Theo. And Daphne just wasn’t the intellectual match that Theo was. And Pansy always made sure you let loose sure, but being around Theo was just- freeing.

You still weren’t sold on the whole soulmate thing though. Sure Theo was great. Perfect even. But you just couldn’t shake the icky feeling of blindly trusting fate to decide your life.

Then it happened. No one was expecting it. Especially not Pansy. But you and Pansy and Draco and Theo had all been working late on a potions assignment before dinner, and on your way back up from the dungeons, Pansy ran smack into a certain platinum haired Ravenclaw. You’d later find out that her name was Luna Lovegood. As soon as their eyes met, Pansy stumbled, leaning into you for support. You already knew what was happening as her eyes darted around wildly.

“Oh. I suppose we’re soulmates then aren’t we?” The girl said, a dreamy look overtaking her.

It all seemed too easy for them after that. It was like a flip had switched and the two were just mad for each other. A picture perfect example of what soulmates should be.

You found it to be slightly horrifying how blindly trusting fate could severely change a person and their relationship with an essential stranger.

Theo however, couldn’t help but feel a tinge of jealousy. He had what? Almost five whole years on Pansy, and was lucky to get a friendly hug out of his soulmate. Yet Pansy and Luna were inseparable after only a few short weeks.

Not that Theo thought he was entitled to your affection necessarily. But it would be nice if you’d at least acknowledge the bond you two shared he thought.

“Why don’t you believe in soulmates?” Daphne asks one night.

It was one of those rare nights where it was only you, Daphne, Pansy, and Enzo huddled together wrapped in thick, warm blankets inside Daphne and Pansy’s dorm room. Salazar knows where Millicent was off spending her night. A bottle of shared fire whisky sat between you and packs of chocolate frogs littered the floor.

You blink in surprise at your friend’s question. You didn’t talk about soulmate stuff much.

“I do believe in them,” you say with a simple shrug.

“Yeah but you don’t really believe in them, ya know? Why?” She pushes.

You pause again, glancing at Pansy who was looking back at you intently.

“I don’t know. I guess I just don’t like the idea of someone deciding to be with me, just because they’re supposed to.” You say finally.

“I suppose I know what you mean.” Pansy murmurs after a moment.

You look at the girl in surprise and can tell the other two are shocked as well.

“Don’t get me wrong. I adore Luna. Really. I always tell her that I’m so glad that fate put us together. But then sometimes I wonder. If it weren’t for fate, would I have even given her a second glance that day I bumped into her in the corridor?”

There’s a silent lull as your group mulls over Pansy’s words before slowly drifting off to a new topic.

In another dorm, not so far off, Theo lay on his bed staring blankly up at the ceiling.

“Think they’ll come around soon?” Mattheo asks, sensing his roommate’s building tension.

“I dunno. But I’ll wait,” he replies, closing his eyes and letting images of you flood his mind. “They’re worth it.”

That night as you’re leaving to return to your dorm, Enzo catches your arm, pulling you off to the side.

“You can never tell Theo that I told you this, but the first time I met Theo, we were on the train waiting to leave for Hogwarts and he pointed out the window to a someone and said ‘they’re going to be my soulmate’. Then, at the sorting ceremony he got all dizzy all the sudden, and when we got to the common room, he said that he’d been right about who his soulmate would be. You. Just thought you should know.”

And with that, he’s gone.

It’s after that that you really begin to see Theo. You’d never really given him a fighting chance. But now, you kind of wanted to.

It’s the beginning of sixth year when Theo finally notices the shift. Notices you actually seeking him out on purpose, not flinching away when your hands brush, eyes hovering on his lips a bit too long for it to be accidental. And to say that he is ecstatic.

Meanwhile you were silently kicking yourself for taking so long to get over your petty bullshit with fate. Sure you still didn’t love the idea of it all, but after spending enough time with Theo, you could really, truly see the appeal.

After that night in fifth year, you began noticing how Theodore was one of the only students who could keep up with your academic prowess. He could always sense when you were tired, or stressed, or simply in a mood, and always did his best to subtly cheer you up. He was always there. Even after all the years you had put him through the wringer, he remained by your side. And that’s what really convinced you.

It’s also what landed you here, at the top of the astronomy tower, with your head in Theodore’s lap as his fingers raked gently through your hair.

It had become a usual meeting spot for the both of you. Theo had brought you up here a week into the school year starting. It was his safe place. His getaway when everything got to be too much, or when he just needed space to think. When those words had left his mouth you had melted. He trusted you. You had meant so much to him for so long, and you couldn't be bothered to give him the time of day.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, eyes gazing out at the swirling navy sky that seemed to stretch on forever.

“For what, amore?”

“Dunno. Making you feel like you weren’t good enough, or makin you feel like a bad soulmate.”

Theo looks down at you, and you meet his steady gaze.

“I knew I was good enough, amore. We wouldn’t be soulmates if we weren’t perfect for each other.” He replies.

You perk up at this. “You think I’m perfect?” You ask, a dopey smile appearing on your face.

Theo just rolls his eyes, shaking his head as he laughs. He'd grown used to your antics. Just another piece of you that he'd grown fond of.

“I said that we’re perfect together. But you’re perfect too I suppose.”

It hadn’t taken nearly as long as you had expected to reach this point. It seemed that Theo had just been waiting for the word to switch on boyfriend mode. All it took was one spontaneous, heated make out session in his dorm room, and you had the boy wrapped around your finger. (He already had been for years, but you didn’t need to know that.)

“Alright. Wrap it up love birds. You better be fully clothed,” Pansy calls, head peeping up from the top of the staircase leading up to the tower. “You two have been up here for hours, and you can’t have them all to yourself Theodore. They were our friend first.”

“Yeah! Time’s up lover boy!” You hear Enzo call.

Theo groans, head falling back as he rises lazily, offering you a hand up.

“I waited five years for this, can’t you guys let me have my moment?” He calls back.

“No!” The chorus replies.

With a laugh, you grab onto Theo’s hand, tugging him towards the stairs.

“C’mon. If we get Mattheo and Enzo drunk enough, they won’t notice if I spend the night,” you say with a cheeky wink.

“I heard that!” Enzo’s voice rings out.

“You wouldn’t say no to me anyway,” you shout back.

With a smile, Theo follows you down the stairs after your rowdy friends, hand wrapped tightly around yours. It had taken him five long years, and he certainly wasn’t going to let go anytime soon.

I'm a sucker for soulmate aus

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slytheringangstuff · 6 months ago

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𝐻𝒶𝓃𝒹𝒸𝓊𝒻𝒻𝓈

Pansy: Who do we know that has handcuffs?

Theo: Well y/n and I-

y/n: *elbows Theo*

Theo:...wouldn't know.

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maeblack · 6 months ago

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“Falling for me, y/n?“

Paring: Draco Malfoy x reader

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, making out and sex (no smut)

also, English is not my first language and I’m doing my best, so please be patient with me and be warned :)

Wordcount: 4500

Summary: sometimes a party reveals more secrets than expected

Loud voices, high laughter, and the overwhelming bass from the music streamed through the door as it swung open. I felt the heavy beat in my belly, and for a moment, I just enjoyed the life of the party. I always loved the vibe our houseparties had. My gaze searched through the crowd of people in our commonroom. The couches, which normally stood in the middle, were now standing along the walls to make room for the dance floor. On the head of the room, in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, stood long tables that built the bar with snacks and many drinks. Where else was I supposed to spot my friends? „Heyy what are we drinking?“ I asked as I reached them. „Finally“ exclaimed Pansy. „What took you so long?“ muttered Daphne „you missed all the drama“. „What drama?“ I asked, the curiosity literally burning in my chest. „First, you need a drink“ announced Pansy and handed me grinning a blue cup. The firewhiskey tingled in my throat as I took a sip. Pansy lowered her voice, and I stepped closer. Nervously, I took a few more sips while Pansy started to report her observations.  „No way“ a shocked laugher left my lips, „as if she got on her knees for him in the corridor“. Whereupon she nodded eagerly. „Maybe he had a very urgent need“ Daphne joked. „How did you know?“ I asked. „Theo and Draco were on their way, grabbing some snacks“ she responded grinning. „And caught them?“ „And caught them,“ she confirmed. „The moment they came back was hilarious“ Pansy laughed. „But I felt also a bit sorry for them“ Daphne confessed, “it was embarrassing“. „Yeah, kind of…“ Pansy shrugged.

„And where are the boys now?“ I asked innocently as my gaze flew around the room, not only to avoid Pansy's. In my eye corner I saw her expression changing like I expected. „Haven‘t seen him since then,“ she said. Suspicious. „What about your lover?“ I asked teasing as I gazed at Pansy, who raised her brows. „Which one do you mean?“ she grinned. She had a thing with a few boys, everyone knew that. Some were just kissing at a party, some were one-night stands, and then there was Blaise. The thing they had was a bit different. Not only the fact that the two of them shared the same friend group. Which means they see each other more often than anybody else. It’s also a bit weird that on some days they act like nothing has happened between them and on others they’re flirting nonstop. And it always ends with make-out sessions or sex. I grinned as I answered, „the one you sneak away with later on“. „I haven’t decided yet“ she said innocently and looked around, as if she were checking her options for the night. „Oh, I think he already has“ Daphne interfered sweetly. Our gazes followed hers. Blaise sat on one of the black couches with a few boys from our house and a girl, who clenched on him. Her fingertips traced his biceps as she brightly smiled at him. I suppressed laughter as Pansy uttered that she would go dancing. Her jealousy quickly turned into confidence. No ten seconds on her way, a boy from Ravenclaw, I think, was stuck to her. If she wanted to make Blaise jealous, she was doing her thing well. Because the moment he noticed her dancing around the dark-haired boy in her short black dress, he pulled the girl into his lap.

My gaze automatically flew around the room again, searching for the platinum-haired boy I'd waited to see the whole evening. And the moment I recognized him in the crowd, my heart jumped and a smile appeared on my lips. „I will be right back…“ I shortly said. „I will observe the incoming drama on the couch over there“ Daphne nodded mischievously before I made my way through the dancing people. Just a few steps away, from hugging Draco from behind, I recognized the girl he was talking to. Astoria was standing right in front of him, laughing and playing with a stain of her dark hair. My face fell and the next moment I felt so dump for the smile that was stick to my face. Immediately, I slowed my steps down and stopped, not sure what to do now. Draco had his back to me and Astoria was more than busy to stare at Draco. They wouldn‘t notice if I turned on my heel, I decided while already turning around. „Heyyy“ Theo exclaimed cheerfully and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. „What‘s up?“ he asked and took the bottle of whiskey from his hand to his mouth. „Nothing… just Draco flirting with Astoria“ I uttered, but my answer got more and more swallowed by the cup of firewhiskey I pressed against my lips as I realized how honest my answer was. The firewhiskey burned in my throat as I took a sip. „Mhm, I see“ he nodded as he followed my gaze. „But how can you tell?“ he asked concentrated, focusing the two of them. „Tell what?“ I questioned. „If he’s flirting with her… he has his back to us. Maybe he's super bored and wants us to save him…“ he explained amused. „Mhm“ I hummed as I thought about his words.

 „We will never know“ I shrugged and pushed the doubt a side, ready to take another sip from the drink in my hand. „Oh, if you like to know, we can find out“ Theo now suggested. Hundreds of possible ways flew through my mind. One's worse than the other. He must have interpreted my expression correctly because he started to explain his suggestion „first and easiest way: we can just go over and look what happens“. „Thats a horrible idea“ I groaned. „Okay, then whats yours?“ he countered, well known I had none. After a few seconds of thinking, I replied „You can just ask him“. „Wow, I see… Your idea is so much better“ he laughed sarcastically. „Why?“ I questioned. „Why the hell should he tell me?“ Theo said like it‘s the craziest shit he ever heard. „Because you’re one of his best mates?“ I said, not getting where exactly the problem was. „And what? You think we‘re sitting together in his bed after the party and talking about the hot girls we’ve seen and talked to?“ he asked laughing. „Yeah?“ I said, well knowing they do. „Okay, okay, you’re right… But Draco likes to keep some things for himself… like the thing with you… And you know that“ he explained, squeezing me in his grip. I felt blood rise to my cheeks at his words. ‚The thing with me‘? Do we were ‚a thing‘? And if that’s the case, are those Theo’s or Draco’s words? The moment I'd found the right words to ask, Theo shook his head „ask him, not me“. I pursed my lips pouting. But Theo's face stayed straight. I looked over to where Draco and Astoria stood. The moment I did, Astoria laid her hands on Draco's shoulders and drew circles with her fingers on the skin of his neck. A shiver ran down my back and my mouth tasted bitterer than after the firewhiskey.

 „I like that song… want to dance?“ Theo asked and a big grin appeared on his face. He didn‘t wait for my answer. I just managed to place my cup on one of the tables as he suddenly dragged me, with his arm still around my shoulders, deeper into the dancing crowd again. When we got there, he took his arm away to grab my hand. I giggled as he unexpectedly spinned me around. The firewhiskey obviously doing his thing as my head began to feel dizzy. For the next songs Theo and I were dancing, laughing and drinking. The last one mostly because Theo still had his bottle with firewhiskey. As one of my favorite songs was played, Theo twirled me again. But this time I lost my balance and stumbled a few steps back. Theo tried laughing to catch me from falling over my own feet. But he horribly failed, thanks to the firewhiskey on this point. Still laughing, now mostly about Theo, I caught my balance again. As I was about to tell Theo how bad the combo of dancing and firewhiskey obviously was, someone bumped into me, which brought me down again. I tried to reach something I could hold on to, but I found nothing. Panic rushed through me, first slowly, but then it floated through my whole body. Seconds before I touched the ground, I felt someone grabbing me. My heavy breathing slowed down as I felt the grip tighten around my body. Feeling the safe ground under my feet again, I turned around. Heat rose to my cheeks as I faced the one and only Draco Malfoy. His hands now resting on my waist, sending shivers through my body. His platinum-blond hair was a bit messier than usual. A few strands fell into his eyes, which held this beautiful blue gray that always reminded me of the deepest ocean. We stood so close, I could feel his smell of mint and apples surrounding me. It felt too perfect to be real. And as his lips formed a grin, I had to smile.

 „Falling for me, y/n??“ he asked cocky. His voice raspy as he yelled over the music. If possible, my cheeks heated up even more. His words slowly reaching my mind. But before I could mouth an answer, I was interrupted by someone energetically clearing their throat. The magical moment passed. I blinked a few times before I realized it was Astoria who stood right beside us. Her tone overwhelming high as she raised her voice at Draco by calling his name. He turned his head to look at her, but his hands didn‘t move. His face unreadable. Astoria herself instead, was like an open book. She stood there staring at Draco, not saying a word. With her arms crossed while tapping her right foot on the ground, she looked like a pouting little child. „What?“ Draco snapped. His harsh tone surprised me. „Are you finished?“ she asked reproachfully. „With what?“ he asked, a touch of amusement in his voice now. „Flirting with other girls than me?“ she said uncomprehendingly. He slightly chuckled. And I nearly choked on my suppressed laughter. Her eyes now burning holes into Draco’s. But he made no moves to let go of me. So she addressed her speech to me: „We had a moment and if you don’t mind, I would like to go back dancing with Draco“. Her voice a mixture of anger and jealousy. „Oh, I see… I don’t want to stop you“ I said amused, rising my hands sarcastically in defense. Her eyes glared furiously. Softly, I pushed Dracos hands away from me.

 A few seconds later, I realized what I was doing. I avoided the confrontation. I was scared of his decision. So I decided for him. Bravo y/n. The one time you had the chance to get your answer, you ran away. But now there was no going back to where his hands rested on my waist. The way he held me, I was about to melt in his grip. But at least Astoria was as jealous as I was. Draco brought me back to reality as I caught a look at him. He stared at me as if I were the one shouting at him. I quickly looked away. „Enjoy your ‚moment,“ I announced sweetly while eyeing Astoria. I took a few steps back before I turned around to walk away. My checks burning from the heat. Theo stood a little further away, waiting for me to pass before he followed me. I sat down on the couch beside daphne. Blaise had left. He stood at the bar. But one of the boys he was talking to now chatted with Daphne. Theo leaned against the couch across from me while he eyed me. The corner of his mouth twitched into a half-grin as he began „well…“. „Just say nothing,“ I groaned as I let my head fall back.

„Oh Merlin“ Blaise exclaimed as he let himself fall on the couch next to where Theo leaned. „Where’s your fangirl?“ Theo asked raising his eyebrows amused „did she have bedtime?“. „Ha ha“ Blaise said, „unfortunately not. She’s at the bar, grabbing some drinks“. „Or updating her bestie on how it’s going with you,“ I assumed as I watched her walking besides Astoria giggling. Draco stood at the bar, emptying a few shots with two boys, I recognized as his quidditch mates. God, he looked so good. Not only the way he laughed as he joked around, but also his damn hot figure. How he leaned against the bar while he finished his drink. And as he walked by, I noticed under his rolled-up sleeves his muscles twitching as he played with the silver rings on his fingers. „Is it getting hot in here, or is it just me?“ Pansy joked as she reached us, her eyes rested knowingly on me. „Don’t know what you’re talking about,“ I said while straightening my back and tearing my gaze away from Draco. „Sure,“ she grinned. As she stumbled towards me, she accidentally threw an empty bottle from the desk between the couches. Slowly, she kneeled on the ground, grabbing the bottle and offering Blaise the perfect view of her ass. I rolled my eyes. „What a bad accident,“ I whispered sarcastically as she took her seat beside me. „Yes, I can’t explain it myself how that could happen,“ she whispered back, her smile innocent as she searched for my gaze. „Sure,“ I said, like she did earlier.

„Okay guys, let’s play truth or dare,“ Pansy announced cheerfully after her gaze fell on the empty bottle, which still rested in her hands. A few mutters were the first thing heard, but as Pansy placed the bottle on the desk and started spinning it, more chatters went silent and the people around us turned their heads and joined us. Even Astoria dragged Draco towards us and took a seat on one of the couches around the desk. Her friend, better known as ‚Blaise little girlfriend of the night’ was already on her way to set herself next to Blaise again as Theo suddenly jumped over the back of the couch and placed himself where she was about to sit down. "Sorry, Harper, right? This seat is already taken,“ he announced sugar sweet, earning a gaze from Blaise, which I interpreted as thankful? She growled slightly, but as she looked around and scanned every one of our faces, she swallowed her anger down and walked back to sit next to Astoria. The moment she sat down, the bottle came to a stop.

 „Blaise, mate,“ Theo exclaimed as he padded him on the shoulder „it’s your turn“. „Oh, hold on,“ Daphne suddenly interjected, as Blaise opened his mouth to give an answer. She took her wand out and mumbled a few words before the light of the candle on the desk in front of us went blue for a moment. I was amused, she did this trick to scare the people who were new to our game every single time. „And what was that for exactly?“ Astoria asked and locked eyes with her sister. „Oh, I forgot you never played with us before,“ Daphne teased before she started her explanation. „Shortly said: If you're not answering truthfully, the candle becomes blue again. So everyone knows when you’re lying or if you're answering the question wrong“. We all knew that Daphnes ‚spell‘ was just a trick, but anyone who was new to our game never wanted to risk finding out. „Aha,“ Astoria made thoughtfully, „and then?“. „Then you have to do a punishment“ Draco dared ominously. The way he dramatically raised his eyebrows made me grin. Astoria and Harper nodded quickly. „Good, then back to the game,“ Tracy announced, clapping her hands. „Truth or dare, Blaise?“ she smirked. „Truth“ he replied shortly. „What about your little girlfriend?“ Pansy spoke while captivated him with her gaze „Will she get some dick tonight?“. Harper's face immediately took on a dark red shape.

„Is that your question or the question for the game?“ Blaise questioned back dryly. „Are you a shy first year, or will you answer the question?“ Daphne pointed it out. A few chuckles were heard and Blaise scoffed before he answered „Who knows?" „That’s your answer? Really mate?“ Draco taunted, leaning back into the pillows on the couch „I think that’s not enough for a game of truth and dare“. „Yes, for this answer, he deserves the first punishment,“ Gregory spoke up. „Okay“ Pansy nodded. „But the candle didn’t go blue“ Harper's overly high voice was merely heard through the other chatter. „The candle doesn’t decide everything in this game“ I verified, „it can only say if it’s the truth or not and not if it’s a real answer to the question he's been asked or not“. She nodded quickly. „Okay, silence now“ blustered Daphne „Pansy spun the bottle, so she decides“. Pansy smiled contentedly. „Maybe we just have to bring you two in the right mood so next time we get the right answer,“ she purred. Blaise was already rolling his eyes at her. „I think I will get multiple of chances that you will do what I want you to do tonight, but first of all, I think you want to take your shirt off,“ she explained her dare. Without complaints, Blaise stood up. His eyes burning holes into Pansy’s. As he was about to take off his shirt, she interrupted him again. "You don’t have to look at me. It’s her you want to attract. I’m dripping for you anyway“ she pointed out before she leaned back and crossed her legs. A murmur went around at her declaration. Blaise's mouth twitched for an imperceptible second. Then he turned around to face Harper while he took off his shirt. At the moment, her cheeks shone bright red again, but moments before, she was pearl white. Poor girl. But Pansy was not to be trifled with.

Theo whistled as Blaise took his seat again. „Shut the fuck up“ he growled. Theo grinned and wiggled his eyebrows at me as I looked over. „Okay, next!“ cheered Tracy. Blaise spun the bottle. The next rounds disclosed that Tracy and Gregory had sex after our last party and that Gregory hadn’t kissed anyone since then. Because he had to make out with his last kiss and Tracey ended up sitting on his lap, snogging until Blaise and Astoria were done with the next two rounds. „I bet this party ends the same as the last one“ Daphne whispered towards me. I nodded grinning. „You two can stop now, the dare is over,“ Astoria taught as she leaned forward to spin the bottle again.

„Draco“ pansy drawled. „Truth or dare“ Astoria challenged. She nervously tapped her tiptoes on the ground as she smiled up at him. Her fingers traced down the muscles in his arm as she held his hand in her lap. With the other hand, Draco stroked his hair out of his eyes before he answered „dare“. „I want to give you the opportunity to kiss the person you desire the most,“ she offered, her voice was nearly melodically, probably from the shots she had to empty as her dare a few minutes ago. „I think it’s time for us to make it official now…“ Theo announced dramatically. Whereupon, Draco made a face toward him and Theo sent him an air kiss in respond. Astoria rolled her eyes at him. Before she mischievously glared up at Draco again. I swallowed hard. It's impossible that the bottle had to stop at Draco when it’s her turn. After a few seconds of silence, Draco cleared his throat and was about to stand up. With the fact that Astoria still clenched on his arm, she also got up. Her cheeks now a few shades darker than before. „Oh, I think you misinterpreted my gesture... You don’t have to get up, Astoria“ Draco informed her, his voice sweet. I blink a few times before I realize what he just said. A burst of laughter escaped Pansy’s throat.

Astoria seemed to need time to process the whole situation too, she still stood there, not knowing what to do. „Oh, that was an own goal“ remarked Theo grinning. Draco softly freed his arm and took a step away from the couch, while Astoria slowly took a seat. Her face emotionless and her gaze straight to the ground. The fact that Draco didn’t choose her consumed my mind. „Y/n“ Daphne whispered sharply and nudged me in the side. „Hm?“ I answered absently. As I looked up again, I met these beautiful ocean eyes. Draco stood right in front of me, holding his hand out. I hesitated. My mind felt dizzy. „Y/n…“ His voice reached my mind slowly. „If you don’t want to kiss me, that’s okay, but just say that... Otherwise, it will be a bit embarrassing if I stand here any longer“ Draco said cocky. Slowly, I let my fingers sink into his warm hand. Quickly, he pulled me to my stand. Because of the tight space between the couch and the desk, I already stood so close to him that his whole warm figure heated me up and his scent surrounded me again. I nearly forgot all the others around us as Draco stared down at me. One of his hands held my waist and pulled me even closer, the other one titling up my chin. Shivers running down my back as I got lost in the moment. Then he slowly leaned down. His lips crashed softly into mine. After a few seconds of just enjoying the butterflies in my belly, my hands slowly found their way into his soft hair. His slight curls were softer than I ever imagined. And the next moment, I could taste him. His tongue slipped into my mouth, curiously discovering everything, always demanding more. And suddenly, he was gone.

Slowly, I opened my eyes. Draco seemed to suppress his heavy breathing. He took a step back and let go of me. As if he had suddenly realized that we weren’t alone and that everything was part of the game. And if nothing had happened, he walked back to his seat. For a few moments, which felt like centuries, I just stood there, processing what just happened and why it ended so abruptly. Slowly, I slid down on the couch. Draco had already spun the bottle again and was now finishing his drink eagerly. „Wow,“ Pansy purred „I‘m correcting my supposition from before… That was hot“.

I was in trance. The overwhelming feeling of the kiss still rested on my lips and even heavier in my belly. The butterflies were going crazy in there. And my throat went drier and drier with every moment I thought about the kiss and especially why it ended so fast. „I need some air“ I announced, as I was already on my way. „But we’re playing,“ Tracy criticized. „But if you’re snogging most time of the game it’s okay?“ Pansy questioned, her voice snippy. Tracy muttered something about how it’s hard to control herself with alcohol rushing through her veins before she spun the bottle again. A breeze of cold air surrounded my body as I stepped outside. The music, laughter, and chatter from the party died out as the door slammed shut. My gaze high up in the dark midnight sky while I leaned against the cold stones of the wall and slid down to sit on the ground.

 „Y/n“ I frightened so heavy that my heart skipped a beat. „Fucking hell“ I cursed while turning my head around in shock. My hands still resting against my chest as I tried to calm my breathing. Draco closed the door and smiled apologetic, "Sorry, I didn’t want to scare you“. I nodded, not knowing what to do or say otherwise. „Can I… sit with you?“ he asked. His voice a soft whisper. I nodded again before he placed himself next to me. While he did, his leg touched mine, cursing the butterflies in my belly to dance again. After the loss of warmth, my body was arching for his even more.

 An oppressive silence fell over us while his last words hung in the air. Nervously, I fiddled with the rings on my fingers. My eyes searched up the stars in the sky as if I would find my answers in them. He did the same. After minutes, which felt like hours, he scratched the back of his neck before he started to speak up again „Y/n I…“. „You don’t have to explain yourself." I was surprised myself as I heard my voice „it was a game and just a game“. My voice sounded a bit snippier than I wanted. He parted his lips to say something, but closed them again. I inhaled deeply before I spoke: „I just wanted to declare it doesn’t have to mean anything. I understand if you’re just wanted to reject Astoria or whatever“. „Mhm… But what if I want it to mean something?“ he asked, a smile twitching in the corners of his lips as I looked over again. The butterflies in my belly danced heavily as his words reached my mind. And as he tore away his gaze from the sky to lock eyes with me, I realized how close we were as I discovered shades of blue I was never able to see in his eyes. His breath tickled the tip of my nose as he came almost unnoticeably closer. „Falling for me again, y/n?“ his voice not more than a bare whisper. And as if my body wanted to confirm this, I closed the distance between us and connected our lips again.

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