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angelfrombeneth · 3 months

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7 MINUTES - T . NOTT

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Theodore Nott x F!Reader

Summary: *REQUESTED* During a late night with your friends, after a chaotic slytherin party - you all wind down in the boys dorms. After a while, a game is played with a twist, Who knows what'll happen in that small wardrobe.

Warnings: SMUT, Switch!Theo, Switch!Reader, Oral both F & M!Receiving, Breathplay, Dacryphillia

A/N: This isn't proof read, I apologise. I've been really busy with deadlines so writing may not be as good. I'm writing a good two part smut that'll come out soon!

You and Theodore are friends, and have been for years. You both harbour a small crush on one another but neither of you two know about the others crush - and neither do your friends, except Pansy.

Pansy knows every single secret that passes through Hogwarts. She knows everything about everyone and basically has hundreds of secrets at her disposal. Times like these, makes you grateful you guys are friends and not enemies.

After an infamous Slytherin party, which was chaotic as always. You all retreated up to the boys dorm and into Mattheo, Theodore and Enzo's shared dorm - much to Mattheo's dismay.

Mattheo stumbled over to his bed, crashing face first into the pillows, letting out a loud groan.

"I told you not to drink so much" Pansy scoffed, throwing a pillow harshly at him as she grabbed your hand and pulled you over to Enzo, who was sat on his bed.

You sat, giggling as you snuggled between Pansy and Enzo. The pair cuddling you from both sides.

"Why is it that the gay ones get the most action" Draco scoffed in our direction. Sitting beside Blaise on Theo's bed as Theo sat pratically ontop of Mattheo.

"Don't be upset Draco, we get more action that you" Pansy snickered.

"Fuck off" Draco scoffs.

At that moment Daphne, Luna, Astoria, Cedric and Hermione join. Hermione was particularly nervous being in the Slytherin common room, especially the fact her two best friends are Slytherin mega haters.

You and Pansy had adopted Hermione into your 'girlie' group after you heard abt issues between her and Ron, she needed some girly guidance and you guys were there.

"Mione!" You cheered, as she smiled seeing you as she walked over you both exchanging a hug.

"Nice to know your excited to see me Y/N" Astoria scoffed. You and Astoria were good friends, with her being Daphne's younger sister she was worried about bonding with people - but you two were like glue always having the best jokes together.

"Shut up Tori" You laughed.

Everyone sat down in huddles and exchanged light conversation. Mattheo pulled out his bong which got everyone looking at him. It wasn't long before everyone sat in a circle and was passing it around and basking in the 'chill vibes'.

You were sat inbetween Enzo and Astoria, giggling away at something Enzo had said. You felt eyes on you, and looked up to see Theo's dark piercing gaze looming over you. He had been looking at you all night, you noticed it and he knew you knew. But you both were too pussy to even make a move.

He turned away, putting a cigarette in his mouth, covering the end as he lit it with his lighter before taking the cigarette between his fingers, leaning back and exhaling up in the air. His arms tensed as he held his weight his muscles slightly prominent. Theo was the definition of a sleeper build, you didn't know for sure but what you had seen from his arms you had a suspicion.

"Alright!" Pansy slapped her hands together. "I think we should play a game. How about, kiss or tell~" She sang. Everyone laughing at her, a few groans sounding around the room.

"Kiss or tell?" Hermionie questioned.

Daphne giggled at her as she sat back on Blaises lap, "Its where someone asks you kiss or tell, you choose and if it's kiss- we spin the bottle and whoever it lands on you kiss OR tell, you have to answer a truth question". Hermione nodded.

"Okay... I'll start Kiss or Tell.. Enzo" Pansy smiled to Enzo.

"Tell because I know you want some secrets" Enzo smirked.

"I always do, now.. Is it true you hooked up with Pucey and Wood in the same night" Everyone's head snapped to Enzo hearing the same rumour had been circulating Hogwarts for a few weeks.

"Yes and No? I did hook up with Pucey and Wood in the same night but it was also Fred Weasley too" He smirked. Everyone laughing at his response.

"You whore!" Draco laughed.

"I always knew you were sneaky" Mattheo looked at Enzo.

"Is that why I had to sleep on the fucking common room couch?" Theo scoffed.

Everyone laughed due to Theo's confession. The game went on a few more times, Draco choosing to kiss Blaise, Blaise admiring he blocked the toilet, Cedric and Enzo kissing, Pansy and Luna kissing, Hermione and Daphnne kissing, Enzo and You kissing which then brings you back to Enzo again.

"OK OK.. Astoria, Kiss or Tell?"

"Kiss duh!" She said as she pushed her hair back from her shoulders.

"Kiss... Mattheo" Enzo span the bottme, watching as it landed on Mattheo, he smirked. Only you, Pansy and Enzo knew of Astoria's mini crush on Mattheo.

You hid your mouth behind your hand as he grinned. Her eyes shooting daggers towards you and Enzo.

"Pucker up, sugar tits" Mattheo sighed as he watched Astoria get up from her spot.

"Shut up Mattheo" She groaned as she crouched before him, placing her hand on his shoulder as she kissed him.

Whopping sounded through the room as the pair kissed, after a few moment they pulled away- surprisingly both very red.

"Mattheo are you hard" Theo teased him, earning a massive smack over the head. "Ow! Fuck!"

You giggled slightly as Theo, rubbed the back of his head, looking up at you.

"Actually, I wanna change the rules because that was cruel!" She smirked as she rubbed her chin, staring directly at you. "Y/N" She cooed.

You stared at her blankly. "7 minutes" everyone sounded intruiged. "In the wardrobe with... Theodore" Astoria didn't know about your crush on Theo. Only Pansy but you froze when she said his name.

"Interesting pairing Tori" Blaise quirked.

"Very interesting actually, I didn't expect that" Cedric looked to Enzo, him nodding along.

You stood up, darting your eyes over to Pansy who had a devilish grin.

"While your both in there we will play Spin the bottle!" Astoria clasped her hands. You turned your head away from her and was faced with a chest. Theo's chest as he stood infront of you. You froze for a moment but he took your wrist and guided you over to the slightly walk in wardrobe. The pair of you pulled the door to the side as you stepped in, closing the door.

"Seven minutes!" Astoria yelled and that's the last thing you heard before shut.

"Why would she change the game" You scoffed, leaning against the wall.

"Very Astoria, flippy-floppy as always" He laughed. The small light in the room, lighting up his face slightly but it was still quiet dark. The pair of you leaning against opposite walls as you looked at eachother. Despite being on other sides it was a small wardrobe. His leg was pratically sandwiched between yours as you both cramped in here. Theo was like 6'1 and you were like 5'6 so the height difference was a bit.

"Its so cramped in here" You moved slightly, looming up to see Theo right above you. This was a very uncomftable situation and you were getting hot. "Its quite hot in here-" You awkwardly laughed as you fanned yourself.

Theo smirked down at you, noticing your very prominent cheeks. He had an ideas, he wanted to test- it was either now or never. He lifted his leg slightly between yours rubbing his thigh against your core as yiu squeaked. "Sorry, its quite tight-"

Your face reddened, your mind was plagued with dirty thoughts as you let out a shaky laugh. "Its ok-" You croaked.

"Fuck my life, your oblivious" Theo groaned as he placed a hand on your neck, crashing his lips against yours. You froze for a moment which caused Theo to pull away. Before he could say anything you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him back as your lips hit eachothers. This is all you wanted, was to kiss Theo.

Theo's free hand slid down your waist and around to your ass as he squeezed it slightly. You gasped at the motion which he took as an invitation to shove his tonguebin your mouth. The two of you were making out for what felt like forever before you both pulled away panting.

You stared at him, his face just millimeteres from yours. You can feel eachothers breath on one another. You saw his lips curl into a smirk as he pecked your lips once more before latching his mouth to your neck. It took you off guard and you let out a soft squeak as you leaned your head back. His lips were attacking your neck, nibbling and sucking but not enough to leave a prominent hickey which you were grateful. He moved further down towards your chest before stopping and looking up at you. You smiled down at him and he took that as permission as he reached round and unzipped your strapless dress, watching as it fell from your body revealing your extremely bare breasts.

"One piece of fabric covering these.. Fuck me" He smirked, kissing towards your breast before latching his mouth onto them, sucking the skin softly as he groped the other one with his hand. You let out soft shaky moans, gripping his hair tightly as you leaned your head back.

"Fuck- Teddy" you sighed, you could feel his smirk against your skin as he pulled away, dropping to his knees as he pushed you up against the folding door. It rustled for a moment but you were too invested in Theo. He bit and sucked at your thighs, definitely leaving marks here as he moved closer and closer to your core. His fingers hooking on the sides of your panties as he looked up at you.

"May I?" You nodded as he smiled, pulling tour panties down slowly as you quickly stepped out of them and he tucked them in his pocket. "Going to keep these, a little trophy"

Before you could protest his hand pushed your stomach as you leaned back against the door, your hands tangled in his hair as you peered down at him.

"Don't worry Bella, I'm a master" He smirked as he tapped your thigh for you to spread your legs before diving in head first.

You yelped, gripping at his hair as you leaned back, nibbling at your lip to hold your moans in. You gasped as you felt his tongue move inside of you, his nose rubbing against your clit as he ate you out.

You were entranced in heaven. Theo lifted one of your legs onto his shoulder to get a deeper angle, you really were in heaven. You tugged his hair as you let out soft moans, being careful not to be too loud.

"Fuck!" Your body betraying you as you slapped a hand over your mouth quickly as you grinded down on his face. Your eyes rolling in pleasure as he tongue moved lyrically against your folds. Like he was singing a song. The way he swirled and flicked had you nearly on the floor, if it wasn't for him and the door supporting you.

You gasped loudly as you whimpered out tugging his hair before throwing your head back and cumming all over his face. You panted heavily, your hand still over your mouth as you stood out of breath.

Theo pulled away, putting your leg down as he smirked, licking his lips as he stood up to look at you. "Taste perfect"

You gulped as you looked up at him.

"I love how you're still nervous, you're cute. Now taste yourself" He smiled as he kissed you softly once again. His hands gripping your hips as he pulled you closer. You could feel his clothed boner rubbing against your stomach as you gulped.

"Mhm.. Cute" He smiled as he pulled away. Theo didn't expect anything from you which was a huge change. He wanted to pleasure you and that's that- but you wanted to pleasure him.

You took his wrist looking at his watch. 4 minutes. You flicked your hair back as you settled onto your knees. Theo looking down at your questionably as you tugged at his trousers.

"Oh- Bella you don't have to-"

"Shh, I want to" You smiled, yanking off his belt, dropping it to the floor as you unbuttoned his trousers, yanking them down.

His throbbing erection directly infront of you in his boxers. You took a deep breath before yanking down his boxers, as they dropped to his ankles. Watching as his dick sprung out. You stared up at him in disbelief due to the size. You hasn't been with anyone this big before.

"You think you can take it, Principessa" He smirked as he caressed your cheek.

"I can try" You chuckled, pumping him a few times before licking the tip softly. His bottle lip instantly retracting into his mouth as he bit the flesh. You worked on getting him excited, licking up his length and swirling your tongue around the tip as you listened to his gasps and sighs above.

After a small amount of teasing you took the first few inches into your mouth. Sucking softly as you used your hands to satisfy the rest. Soft moans left his mouth as his hand collected your hair and yanked it into a ponytail.

"Fuck- your so hot" He sighed.

You take a few more inches, bobbing your head up and down at this point as you gripped his thigh. After getting used to it you took him in whole. You gagged slightly at first but continued to swirl your tongue around his whole length as you moved your head up and down against it. Theo's soft whines leaving his lips as he leaned back, panting heavily.

"Fuck yes.. More" He whimpered out as he pleaded to you. You didn't know you needed to see a submissive Theodore till now.

You continued to work your magic, popping his dick out your mouth as you licked and sucked the side before deep throwing yet again. The moans and whines from him as he hit your throat were amazing. You snaked your free hand that wasn't gripping his thigh down between your legs and you rubbed your clit. Grinding down against it as you hummed, bobbing your head. He was making you feel good all over and it was driving you insane.

"Fuck- Y/N- I can't hold back.. Fuck im sorry" He yelped as he gasped, gripping your hair tightly as he began to fuck into your mouth. It didn't take you completely off guard as you prepared for it. Your eyes rolled slightly as he continuesly hit the back of your throat, light gags coming from you as you slid your finger past your folds and inside of you as you fucked yourself.

Theo's breathless moans and whines sounded the wardrobe as he growled as he fucked into your throat harshly. Tears streaming down your face as your hand gripped harder on his thigh.

"Yes, take it like the slut you are hmm.. your a slut for me right" You hummed loudly as you sobbed with his cock full in your mouth.

"Love it, when cry for me" He smirked, watching as tears fell down your face. His pace speeding up at the sight.

You needed to tap out it was too much for you, you pushed your finger inside you once more before you came all over it, quickly pulling you as you gripped his thighs tightly aa his pace sped. You gaged quite loudly as tears poured from your eyes. Theo pulled out quickly for a moment, jerking himself off harshly as he took your head in his hand. "Yiu ok- Fuck" He moaned as he panted, his dick twitching in his fist.

You coughed slightly, before wiping your mouth and eyes looking up at him nodding.

"Good girl- Ah.. fuck- stick out your tongue" He groaned, as he watched you stick your tongue out staring up at him. His thrusts his hand roughly over his dick as he let out a deep groan as his body jerked as he came on your face, but mostly in your mouth.

You swallowed it all, before licking your lips and wiping some off your cheek and sucking your finger. You stood up looking up at him and smiling as he smiled softly at you, with a fucked out expression.

He leaned against the wall panting heavily as his hand was over his eyes. "Fuck- I can't even see straight" He laughed. You giggled, taking his wrist checking the time and seeing 1 minute.

You pulled your dress back on, zipping it up as you pulled Theo's phone from his jeans, fixing your makeup in the minimal light.

"You got me fucked up" He laughed, pulling up his boxers and jeans and buckling his belt before wiping his face over and ruffling his hair.

"Good, and I'd happily do it again" You smirked, flattening your hair out as the two of you now look widely presentatable.

Just in the moment you heard a mumble before light pours into the wardrobe as the door is ripped open. You squinted adjusting to the light, everyone looking at the pair of you.

"What! I wanted to catch them fucking or something" Mattheo scoffed.

"Boring, I would've been so down for that" Astoria groaned.

"We just spoke, there's nothing else to do" You shrugged, walking back to the group. Pansy's eyes like daggers on you and Theo as she scanned you both. You'd nearly gotten away with it until you turned towards Daphne who was sat next to her to reply and she saw the dark bite mark on your thigh just under your dress.

"Gotcha" She smirked to you and you looked at her clueless. You sat back down in your seat opposite Theo as the two of you smiled to one another.

You'd be doing this again sometime soon...

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theostrophywife · 6 months

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kiss with a fist | chapter five.

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author's note: things are picking up. a little bit of angst, a little bit of smut and a whole lot of theo just being theo.

After three consecutive brewing sessions without any incidents or explosions, Theo was fairly confident that you had mastered Angel’s Trumpet. All thanks to his supreme knowledge. His words, not yours.

“Today’s the day,” Luna announced cheerfully as she hooked her arm through your elbow.

The two of you walked through the sun soaked courtyard, weaving through your fellow loitering students. “Let’s hope to Merlin that I don’t blow up the place.”

“You won’t,” Luna said supportively. “Though if you do, you can always blame it on the wrackspurts.”

“Wait up, Lovegood!”

Luna slowed as Mattheo Riddle and Enzo Berkshire flanked your side. Mattheo smirked at you while Enzo waved politely. The former had a cigarette tucked behind his ear.

You wrinkled your nose in disgust. “Smoking isn’t allowed on campus grounds, you know. I should dock points from your house.”

Mattheo raised a brow. “Go ahead, little miss prefect, but then I’d be inclined to let slip that our studious little Ravenclaw has been sneaking into the Slytherin boy’s dormitory at all hours of the night.” You gaped, turning red as you fought the urge to clobber him right then and there. “The walls are very thin, you know. I could hear you and Theo giggling from across the hall.”

“We were just eating gelato!”

Riddle appeared unconvinced. Even Enzo struggled to hide his grin. “Is that what the kids are calling it nowadays? Anyways, I’m not interested in who's eating whose gelato.”

“You’re a menace and a pest.”

“I’ve been called worse, sweetheart.”

“Anyways,” Enzo interjected. “Pansy wanted to know what snacks you prefer for the quidditch game after party, Luna." The Slytherin boy turned towards you and smiled. "You’re invited too, Y/N.”

You raised a brow at your friend. “You’re going to a Slytherin party? Hosted by Pansy Parkinson? Who is apparently concerned about your snack preferences?”

Luna blushed. “I meant to tell you about it, but I figured Theo had already invited you.”

“Oh, I’m sure.” Mattheo said with a grin. “Notty boy probably asked her in between spoonfuls of gelato and pillow fights.”

“Is there an actual point to your existence or are you just here to be a pain in my arse?”

“One would argue that irking you is a purpose all on its own.”

“Tell Pans that I’d love a bag of wotsits,” interjected Luna. Berkshire looked relieved to receive an answer.

“Right, then. Mattheo and I will relay the message.”

“But I wasn’t—”

“Let’s go, mate. Before Snape gives you another detention.”

Mattheo blew a kiss as Enzo dragged him away, which you returned with a classy display of your middle finger.

“Pans?” you asked incredulously. Luna flashed you an innocent smile before pushing you towards the potions classroom.

“We’ll talk about it later. After you ace Angel’s Trumpet!”

You watched in astonishment as your best friend’s platinum blonde head disappeared into the crowd, happily bobbing up and down. “This isn’t over, Loons!”

Luna giggled and gave you a cheeky wink as she rounded the corner.

“What was that all about?” Theo asked as you slipped into your usual seat.

“What do you know about this newfound friendship between Pansy Parkinson and my best friend?”

“Oh, I’d say it’s much more than a friendship.”

“Luna…and…Pansy. How is that even possible?”

“Well, when a mommy and mommy love each other…” quipped Theo.

You raised a hand, flashing him a glare. “I mean, I know that it’s possible. Just not between those two. They have virtually nothing in common.”

He shrugged. “Opposites attract.”

“But Luna’s so sweet and nice and thoughtful and Pansy’s…” Theo gave you a warning look. Slytherins could insult each other all they wanted, but the serpents had some twisted code of loyalty to one another. “You know what I mean, Theodore. I know she’s your friend, but if she hurts Luna I swear to Godric I’ll shove a Nimbus so far up—”

“I think I get the gist, diavolina. Why is your first instinct always violence? Aren’t you Ravenclaws supposed to approach things with logic?”

“The logical response to anyone hurting my friends is violence.”

Theo’s mouth quirked. “Is it strange that I’m weirdly turned on by that?” You smacked his arm in response, which he yelped rather dramatically at. “Lovegood’s perfectly capable of holding her own, you know. She wouldn’t have caught Pansy’s eye if she wasn’t.”

“Parkinson’s treating her well, then?”

“Oh, more than well. I haven’t seen her this giddy since she abandoned the straight act.” You bit back a smile at that comment. “I mean, imagine having to pretend to be attracted to Malfoy.”

“I heard that, you twat,” Draco said from a few seats over.

Theo blew his friend a kiss. “You were meant to, Dray.”

You almost let out a snort, but you caught it just in time. Theo grinned from ear to ear as you glared at him. He leaned in, nudging you with his elbow.

“That charming little laugh is supposed to be our little secret, amorina.”

You flushed as he winked at you. Fortunately, all conversations ceased as Professor Slughorn entered the room.

“Good afternoon, students. As you know, we will be brewing Angel’s Trumpet Draught today. You will have ninety minutes to complete the assignment. Whoever brews the best draught will receive a special reward.”

Slughorn clapped his hands, sending the room into a frenzy. “Best of luck, then.”

By now, the steps were so ingrained that you hardly had to think about it. You and Theo had poured over Alessandra’s grimoire for countless hours. The instructions and illustrations floated in your mind as you worked quietly. Your movements were sure and confident, executing each step with an odd sense of calm. Usually, you were tense while you brewed, but it was different this time around.

Across the table, you looked up and found Theo hunched over his cauldron. There was an intense expression on his face as he brewed and his fingers moved with expert precision. It was such a stark contrast to his usual easy breezy attitude that it made you smile. Sensing your gaze, Theo turned and pierced you with those watercolor eyes. Finally, it dawned on you what they reminded you of.

Theo’s eyes were like the Black Lake—deep and full of danger, but beautiful in a strange sort of way.

The intrusive thought nearly broke your focus. You didn’t have time to think about what it meant—you didn’t want to think about what it meant. Instead, you fixed your attention to the task at hand.

After stirring clockwise and then counterclockwise, you watched with bated breath as the draught simmered to a shimmery mauve color. The perfumed aroma wafted from the cauldron, catching the attention of those around you. Theo appeared nearly as anxious as you while the draught bubbled softly.

Then, a puff of smoke billowed to signal your success. You had never felt so relieved and proud. All that hard work had paid off.

“I did it,” you said incredulously. “I fucking did it!”

Before you even realized what was happening, you were leaping into Theo’s arms. He chuckled, spinning you in the air with a huge grin.

“I knew you could,” he declared proudly. “I’m so proud of you.”

His words made you flush all the way to the tips of your ears. Since you were little, you thrived off of praise and recognition. Commendation had always been every Ravenclaw's drug, but with Theo it almost felt like an Achilles heel. The weak spot that may very well provide him with the perfect opening to your steel armor.

Suddenly, you were all too aware of how close you were. Theo seemed to realize this too because he set you down gently and scratched the back of his head like the moment baffled him too. Luckily, your classmates were too engrossed in their own cauldrons to notice the outburst.

Theo cleared his throat. “Sorry—I didn’t mean to—just got a bit excited—”

“No—it’s fine—perfectly understandable—” you mumbled, straightening your tie to avoid making eye contact.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here then?”

The two of you leapt apart as if electrocuted. Thankfully, Professor Slughorn was perfectly oblivious to the awkward tension. He peered into your cauldron, scrutinizing the color, smell, and texture of the draught. After a few moments, he gave an approving nod.

“We have our winner,” the older man declared. Slughorn took a few drops of the draught and placed it into a vial. He passed it around your classmates. “This, my dears, is how you brew a perfect potion. When prepared properly, Angel’s Trumpet Draught is known to cause vivid hallucinations. A large enough dose can even result in psychosis. It is a poison commonly used by those who practice the dark arts to drive its consumer into madness, heightening their torture to a sadistic degree. Notably, the Dark Lord’s servants were overly fond of using this particular potion paired with the Cruciatus curse.”

Beside you, Theo stiffened as several of your classmates glanced at him and Draco. You frowned, shooting sharp daggers at anyone who dared to meet your gaze. The lingering prejudice after the final battle still hung over Slytherin house like a malevolent fog, but you would’ve thought that your fellow classmates would have enough sense to realize that not everything was black and white. The world existed in shades of gray. Every Ravenclaw knew that. Still, even your fellow housemates regarded Theo with suspicion.

Your fists curled at your sides. “Didn’t Godric Gryffindor invent the potion?”

“Yes, very good Y/N.”

“I’d say it’s safe to assume that he was aware of the potential damage of the potion. Dark wizard or not, everyone is capable of creating weapons of mass destruction. Either that or good old Godric had a pretty wild acid trip planned with the rest of the founders.”

Behind you, Malfoy snorted while Theo bit his lip to keep from smirking.

Professor Slughorn was taken aback for a moment before continuing his spiel. “Whatever his reasons, Godric created a rather potent potion. Our job is to deconstruct Angel’s Trumpet in order to counter its effects. Next class, each of you will turn in a list of ingredients for a possible anti-potion.” He waved his hand, dismissing the class. “Good luck.”

One by one, students started filtering out of the potions lab. You followed after them until Slughorn called you back.

“Miss Y/N, stay. There’s still the matter of your reward to discuss.”

You walked up to his desk, fidgeting with the strap of your satchel. You were fairly certain that he was about to give you a dressing down for your snarky comment. Instead, Slughorn offered you a kind smile and a scroll of parchment.

“A letter of recommendation,” the Professor explained. “While I am aware that you have already secured a spot at Oxford, I hope that this will help in your pursuits of being recruited by the Most Extraordinary Society of Potioneers.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. It was widely known that Slughorn was a longstanding member of the society. Not only that, but he held sway in which applicants were eventually accepted as well. A letter of recommendation from him was basically a guarantee.

“Thank you, Professor. Since first year, it’s been my dream to join the society.”

“You’re well on your way, Y/N,” he said with an encouraging nod. “I must say, that brew of Angel’s Trumpet was even better than some of my fellow colleagues. You are an exceptionally talented witch and I am very much interested in cultivating talent like yours, which is why I’d like to extend a dinner invitation to you.”

A letter of recommendation and an invitation to an infamous slug club dinner? Seventh year was definitely your year. But still, something niggled at your brain.

“Thank you, professor. I truly appreciate it, but I have to be honest. I didn’t brew that potion on my own. I had a great deal of help from Theodore. He was the one who taught me how to brew it properly. If anyone deserves the credit, it’s him.”

Even as the words were coming out of your mouth, you couldn’t believe you were actually saying them. It went against every instinct as a Ravenclaw to not use this opportunity to get a leg up in your academics, but it wouldn’t have been right. It wouldn’t have been fair.

Slughorn was quiet for a moment. “Ah yes, I have noticed that Theodore is especially talented in potions. As was his father before him.” He gave you a pointed look before continuing, “Be that as it may, I couldn’t very well extend an invitation to Mr. Nott. His father is a convicted Death Eater facing a life sentence in Azkaban.”

“I know,” you proceeded cautiously. “But Theo has been cleared by the ministry. He had nothing to do with his father’s service to the Dark Lord and has never once expressed loyalty to Voldemort or spread his pureblood propaganda.”

“Don’t get me wrong, dear. I am not accusing Theodore of any wrongdoing. Mr. Nott is an exceptional quidditch player and one of the brightest young wizards of your year, but I’m afraid the optics aren’t in his favor.”

The optics aren’t in his favor. As if public opinion and appearances were all Theo amounted to.

You dug your fingers into your palms, embedding crescent shapes within your skin. It wasn’t right. It wasn’t fair.

You were so angry that you wouldn’t be surprised if you looked down to find yourself bleeding. You needed to get out of there. To leave before you said something irrational.

“Thank you again, professor. I should get going for my next class.”

“Of course, dear. Do let me know about dinner.”

You gave him a curt nod before departing. The dungeons passed by in a blur as you stomped your way through the crowded halls. Many of your friends called out to you, but you didn’t bother acknowledging any of them. You were too furious to even have a conversation right now.

You didn’t go to class. Instead, you found yourself on the fourth floor of Ravenclaw Tower. The music room—your place of refuge.

Particles of dust floated like snow through the air as you pulled back the piano cover. Your shoulders were tense, your spine ramrod straight as you sank down onto the bench. Without thinking, your fingers flew angrily over the keys. You channeled all your rage and fury into the song, allowing yourself to feel every surge of emotion with each chord.

It wasn’t right.

It wasn’t fair.

The judgment in your classmate’s eyes. The cowardice in Slughorn’s words. The confusing swirl of emotions it made you feel.

You weren’t used to feeling so much. You valued logic above all and yet here you were, taking out your frustrations on this grand piano like it had personally affronted you.

What in the bloody hell was happening to you?

“Beethoven,” a familiar voice drawled, startling you out of your thoughts. “Merlin, you must really be pissed to be playing moonlight.”

Theo slid into the bench beside you. The piece ended on an unpleasant note with a slam of your fingers.

You refused to look at him. “You should be in Charms right now.”

“So should you,” Theo countered. “Instead, you’re here abusing this poor piano.” He turned over, cocking his head. Then, in a gentler voice, he asked, “What happened, Y/N?”

“Slughorn gave me a letter of recommendation and an invitation to a slug club dinner.”

“Shouldn’t you be happy about that? It’s literally all you’ve been hoping for since first year.”

“He only did that because of the Angel’s Trumpet.”

“Which you brewed perfectly.”

“With your help,” you said with a sigh. “I wouldn’t have been able to brew it at all if you hadn’t helped me and I told him that. I told him that and he—” you inhaled sharply, feeling a million pinpricks in your lungs.

Theo furrowed his brow. “You told him I helped you? Why would you do that?”

“Because, it’s the truth. We both know I couldn’t have done it without you. I don’t deserve that letter of recommendation or the dinner invitation. You do.” You took a ragged breath. “I know it. You know it. Slughorn knows it, but do you know what he told me? He said he couldn’t offer either to you because the optics aren’t in your favor.”

He remained silent, quietly watching you. Theo didn’t even look angry, which frustrated you even more.

“Did you hear me? Slughorn says that he can’t invite his star pupil to dinner because of how it would look. He can’t reward a student’s hard work because it would tarnish his precious reputation.”

Theo stared at you as though he were trying to work something out. He must have found whatever it was, because a second later, he was smiling.

“My nemesis coming to my defense?” He teased, nudging you with his elbow. “Don’t tell me that you’re actually starting to like me, Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes. “You wish, Nott.” As determined as he was to treat the matter lightly, you just couldn’t seem to let go of it. “No, this isn’t about hate or like. Being judged for your father’s actions isn’t fair.”

Theo merely shrugged. “Nothing in life is fair.”

“How are you not angry about this?”

“Experience.”

You paused. “This isn’t the first time something like this has happened, is it?”

“It’s not a big deal.”

“Of course it’s a big deal!” you seethed, baffled that he wasn’t as outraged as you were. “It’s prejudiced bullshit! We’ve been rivals for years and you’ve never once brought up the fact that I’m muggleborn.”

Theo grinned. “There’s plenty of things about you that annoy me that are completely unrelated to your blood status.”

“That’s exactly the point. You don’t buy into this whole blood purity nonsense, but Slughorn is acting like you do.”

“It’s been like this my entire life,” Theo said as if you were merely discussing the weather. “That’s not to say that my existence is some sob story. I am still rich and handsome, after all, but there are stains that even my devastating good looks and trust fund can’t blot out.”

“But you didn’t make those stains.”

Theo smiled sadly. “Neither did Draco or Pansy or Mattheo, but we all pay the price for it anyways.” His hands hovered over your shaking fingers. “It’s alright, Y/N. Since we were old enough to understand, we’ve all known and accepted that our family's reputations will always precede us. For better or for worse. Besides, I much prefer people whispering behind my back than facing a dementor’s kiss.”

“It’s not fair,” you repeated, feeling your heart clench in your chest. “You’re not your father.”

To your surprise, Theo took your face in his hands and kissed you. It was a gentle kiss, his lips pressed softly against yours, noses brushing while he caressed the curve of your jaw. When he pulled away, something heartbreaking flashed through his features.

“Thank you,” he said after a moment. “For caring enough to be angry.”

The combination of the look of gratitude on his face and the soft way he said those words wrenched at your heart. Theo was grateful. Grateful to have someone who cared.

You didn’t know why, but it felt like your heart was breaking.

It must have showed on your face because Theo tilted your chin and kissed you again. This time, he didn’t hold back. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in closer. The kiss was a conversation—every peck and nip and bite littered with words that you were too afraid to say. His tongue slid against yours and the taste of him was intoxicating. You could’ve kissed him for hours and you would have if you hadn’t realized that the choir was set to be practicing in this exact room in less than ten minutes.

“We have to go,” you murmured against Theo’s mouth.

“Don’t,” Theo whispered, stealing kisses. “Wanna.” His fingers tangled in your braid as he chased your lips.

“We can go to my dorm.”

Theo pulled away and stared at you. “Your dorm?”

You nodded. “Luna’s in class, as are the rest of my housemates. The tower is completely empty. Why shouldn’t we take advantage of it?”

He smirked. “I like the way you think, my devious little Ravenclaw.”

On high alert, the two of you snuck out of the fourth floor and into the fifth. You quickly answered the eagle’s riddle to enter the common room.

“Wait,” you said, turning towards Theo. “How did you get past the knocker downstairs?”

“I offered to grease its hinges,” he replied salaciously. You snorted, which made him smirk. “I’m kidding. I answered the riddle, obviously. Honestly your constant questioning of my abilities would be rather offensive if I wasn’t made aware of your gallant attempt of defending my honor.”

You rolled your eyes and pulled him into the common room. As you predicted, the tower was completely empty. Theo surveyed the floor to ceiling windows, the four story bookshelves, and the star flecked glass ceiling with awe and admiration. He whistled, taking his surroundings in.

“No wonder you hate the dungeons. This is—excuse the pun—quite magical.”

“It’s even better at night,” you said, staring up at the domed ceiling. “You can practically touch the stars from this high up. If you’re good, maybe I’ll find a way to sneak you in again.”

Theo smirked. “I haven’t even stepped foot in your dorm yet and you’re already thinking about next time. A bit eager aren’t we, dolcezza?”

You rolled your eyes and dragged him into a narrow hallway. The dorm you shared with Luna sat at the top of the spire, offering you the best view in the castle. With a flick of your wand, you unlocked the door.

“Come in before I change my mind, Nott.”

Theo was just as nosy as you were back at his dorm, if not more. He took in the twin blue and gold canopy beds, the arched bay windows strung with enchanted fairy lights, and the built in bookshelves that lined the walls. Despite this, there were still stacks of books by your bedside table that were set to topple over at any moment. Theo gravitated towards your side of the room and ran his fingers through the spines of your beloved novels.

He peered curiously at the pinboard by your desk, examining the variety of pictures—muggle and magical, the concert tickets, the pressed flowers, and even the framed photo of you with your mum and dad standing on platform 9 ¾ taken right before your very first trip to Hogwarts. Theo’s smile widened as he toyed with the hem of his jumper, which was currently draped over your chair. As much as you hated to admit it, the damned thing was so comfortable that you’d taken to sleeping in it almost every night.

“Are you quite finished snooping?” you asked, flushing.

Theo smirked and stalked over to you. “Why? Do you have other plans for me, diavolina?”

“A few.”

He walked you to the bed until the back of your legs met the edge of your mattress. Theo gripped your waist, dipping his head down so his lips ghosted over the hollow of your throat. You arched against his mouth and the low rumble of his dark laughter skittered over your skin.

“Show me, then.”

You pulled him in by his tie and he grinned, leaning down to kiss you. Theo chuckled darkly as you flipped positions and pushed him onto the bed. He watched with hungry eyes as you crawled over him, his wandering hands roaming up your skirt. You gasped as he gripped your thighs, positioning you over him as his lips met yours in a passionate kiss.

There was so much heat and tension between you that it felt like you might spontaneously combust. His touch was fire against your skin, tracing every curve and dip like he was committing every detail to memory. You unbuttoned his shirt and he watched carefully, those hypnotizing eyes locking you in place while he allowed you to undress him.

The romps with Theo had always been frantic and rushed—stolen moments in cupboards, closets, and classrooms, but this time you took it slow. You traced over every mole and scar and freckle on his torso, feeling the heat of his skin underneath your fingertips. His gaze never left yours as he helped you shrug out of your blouse, watching your reaction as he cupped your breasts over your bra before taking it off in one swift move. Once you stripped out of your layers, Theo leaned down to kiss you again.

His lips moulded perfectly to yours, a perfect mix of give and take. You groaned as he nipped at your bottom lip, teasing at the seam. The pressure of his hand against the base of your throat made you gasp.

Theo’s tongue slid against yours as he gently laid you down on your back. His arms bracketed your head on each side and he kept his eyes on your face as he lined himself up at your entrance. The intensity of his gaze made your stomach flutter and when he pushed inside in one swift move, you nearly clawed at his back. The feel of him was so familiar and yet it left you gasping every time. Theo swallowed your moan as he thrust in slowly and your legs wrapped around his waist while your arms snaked through his neck so you could pull him closer.

The sunlight caught in his eyes, the blues and greens and golds refracting like a kaleidoscope in the golden hour glow. “Keep your eyes on me, bella.”

You opened your eyes, whimpering as Theo linked your fingers together. The kisses he gave you were deep, tender, and his lips caressed yours in a way that made you forget your own name. He groaned as you canted your hips against his, meeting his pace with equal hunger.

“That’s it, Y/N. You’re taking it so well for me.” Theo pinned your arms above your head and thrusted deeper. “Breathe, baby. There you go, love. You like that, don’t you?”

Theo pressed his forehead against yours. The hand that wasn’t holding yours crept up your neck, resting at the hollow of your throat. He caressed the side of your neck possessively.

“I need—I need—I,” you stuttered through the words, biting your lip to keep your eyes open. “Deeper, please. I need all of you.”

A stream of curses flowed effortlessly past Theo’s lips. You were already well acquainted with his filthy mouth, but for Godric’s fucking sake, did he have to sound so bloody attractive while swearing in Italian? It was truly, honestly, unfair to the rest of the world. A temptation perfectly crafted to make your knees weak and your heart flutter.

“Oh god, oh fuck, please—“

“You sound so pretty when you beg, but don’t worry sweetheart. I’ll give you exactly what you want.”

Theo hiked your legs over his shoulders and drove into you at a deeper angle. You felt him shudder as your walls clenched around him.

He groaned as you raked your nails across his back. “Feels so good. Don’t stop, please. Just give me all of it.”

“It’s yours, Y/N. All yours.”

Your bodies moved in sync, skin melding against skin until you became a mass of tangled limbs and sex soaked desire. When you locked eyes again, it felt like Theo was peering into your soul.

He brushed his thumb over your cheek. “Are you close, pretty girl? I can feel it.” He kissed your temple as he filled you over and over again. “Come with me. Can you do that, amorina?”

You nodded as Theo’s fingers brushed over the sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs, pushing you to the precipice. Stars exploded behind your eyes as your body shook underneath his. Theo groaned as he finished, his hips stuttering against yours. He rested his head in the crook of your neck and kissed the hollow of your throat gently.

Instinctively, you brushed back his curls and traced soothing circles against his skin. Theo looked up, his gaze filled with loaded emotion. His eyes flickered over you as though he was savoring the rare display of vulnerability. The two of you laid there for a while, content to bask in the afterglow.

“Dinner will be starting soon,” you whispered, half afraid to break the little bubble of bliss.

“I know.”

“We should probably clean up and get ready.”

“Probably.”

You chuckled. “You know that means we both have to get up and out of bed, right?”

Theo sighed. “Fine.”

Slowly, he gathered his clothes and began putting them back on. You walked over to your chair and shrugged on his jumper before redoing your disheveled braid. When you turned around, you found Theo staring at you with an unreadable expression. There was a faint smile on his face as his eyes raked over the huge jumper covering your body.

“Come to my game.”

You blinked. “What?”

“That’s what I want in exchange for helping you with the draught.”

“I’m not going to cheer for you. In fact, I might cheer against you.”

Theo smirked. “You really know how to deflate a bloke’s ego, don’t you?”

You smiled. “Good. I don’t need your head getting bigger than it already is.”

“That’s strange. You seemed to be enjoying my impressive size just a second ago.”

Rolling your eyes, you tossed Theo’s shirt at his bare torso. “Goodbye, Theodore.”

“I’ll see you on the pitch, princess.”

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Serendipity

chapter two

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

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

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

warning(s): slight mind manipulation?

series masterlist; previous part; next part

At some point during the feast, you managed to sneak your way onto the Gryffindor table, sliding into the seat beside Ginny, who was sat with Dean Thomas to her other side, who shifted uncomfortably everytime Ron glared at the hand that was grazing his sister's.

"Nice face, Harold." you say sarcastically. "Who healed the break? It looks rushed."

"Thanks Meadow." he snarks before deflating further in his seat as your eyes tracked him for more injuries. "Tonks walked me from the train."

You hummed in acknowledgment before you went over the unhealed scabs and dried patches of blood with wordless spells which always left your friends marvelling at your skill.

"There. Now your face is pretty as ever." you say smirking, patting Harry's cheek which he swats away. "Can't have the 'Chosen One' at his worst now, can we?"

"Piss off." he grumbled but it was only banter between two friends.

"How are you, really, Harry? Where'd you disappear to on the train." you wanted to hear him say it, even if you did trust Theo's word.

"I was right about Malfoy-" he starts before you interrupt him.

"So I've heard. You've taken up stalking as a hobby now, Potter? That's low." you chuckle, which turns into a full on laugh as he glares at you, annoyed.

"He's a Death Eater." he lowers his voice, but his admission sucks the happiness right out of the air. "He was talking about some task that Voldemort has for him."

He pauses as if his mind is trying to catch up with the words tumbling from his mouth, before he looks directly at you, as if he's staring through you.

"You've seen Nott today right? And Parkinson?" you nodded. "What did they talk about? Did Nott talk about his father being caught at the Ministry? Or did-"

You raised a singular brow at your friend as if to say 'are you finished?'.

"Yes I saw them today, in the Prefects' carriage. We just caught up with small talk and some gossip about some Hufflepuff couple. Nothing more." the lie was quickly thought out and also not too far fetched – Pansy had mentioned something about a new couple in passing before you'd parted ways on the train.

"Nothing about tasks or creepy shops?" Ron asked as he shoved a piece of chicken into his mouth. You watched him, discust painting your features.

"Nothing about tasks, and certainly nothing about creepy shops. Please chew with your mouth closed, Ronald. Seriously Harry? Stalking?"

He only shrugged at you before turning to his plate of food. He was clearly put out about something and you would bet all your galleons that it had to do with the couple next to you, who were being nauseating, to put it lightly.

You and Hermione giggled as Ron muttered about his sister and her boyfriend showing any ounce of affection in front of him, sharing a glance as Harry continued to glance at them before looking away, visibly annoyed.

When Dumbledore began to stand in front of the House tables, you slipped back into your seat beside Luna; in the corner of your eye you watched as Theo gave you the subtlest of nods.

"The very best of evenings to you!" Dumbledore announced, smiling broadly, his arms outstretched wide as if he were embracing the whole room. That's when you, and the rest of the Hogwarts student body, noticed that his right hand appeared to have started decaying at a rapid rate.

You made eye contact with Pansy who looked as horrified as everyone else.

What the fuck? She practically screamed into your mind as the sound of people whispering swept through the hall.

Dumbledore merely smiled before he shook the sleeve of his purple and gold cloak over his hand.

"Nothing to worry about," he said airily. "Now...to our new students, welcome, to our old students, welcome back! Another year full of magical education awaits you..."

You drowned out the rest of his speech, like you do every year, instead conversing with Pansy in your head.

It looks like his hand has physically died. You say to her. It's got to be dark magic of some sort.

But what business does Dumbledore have messing with that sort of evil? She sounded as nauseated as you felt just thinking about it.

"We are pleased to welcome a new member of staff this year. Professor Slughorn-" Dumbledore said, prompting the man that you had yet to meet to stand up. "-is a former colleague of mine who has agreed to resume his old post of Potions master."

You swivelled in your seat to find Hermione in the crowds and mouthed 'potions?' to her with confusion written all over your face.

The word echoed all over the Hall as people wondered whether they had heard right.

"But if he's the Potions Professor, then who will be teaching Defence?" Cho spoke from across the table.

"Professor Snape, meanwhile," said Dumbledore, raising voice so that it carried over all the muttering, "will be taking the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."

Well that answered that question.

"No!" you giggled quietly with Luna as everyone's heads swivelled back and forth between Harry, who had shouted so loudly but didn't seem to care, Snape and Dumbledore.

And suddenly Defence is my least favourite subject. Theo spoke, making you choke on your drink as you laugh.

As if oblivious to the uproar his announcement just caused, Dumbledore waited only a few moments before the hall descended into silence once more, before continuing his long winded speech.

"Now as everyone in this Hall is aware," he pointedly looked anywhere but in the direction of the Slytherin table, "Lord Voldemort and his followers once again walk among us and gain strength and numbers everyday."

Suddenly the heads that were staring in Harry's direction turned pointedly to where Mattheo Riddle and his friends were sitting. Instead of shying away from their gazes, like Pansy and Daphne Greengrass and few others did, he continued to stare ahead at Dumbledore, seemingly unbothered by the attention he was garnering.

The silence seemed to strain painfully as Dumbledore spoke. But you seemed to zone out of what he was saying. Something about the castle's protection wards being fortified and strengthened; extra security; stricter curfew at night, etc. You took in none of it, instead focusing on your friends at the Slytherin table, who grew paler by the second. You'd watch out for them this year, especially Theo. None of them deserved to be put into the position they no doubt would all be in, come Christmas time.

Dumbledore's blue twinkling eyes swept over the students once more. "But now, your beds await, as warm and comfortable as you could possibly wish, and I know that your top priority is to be well-rested for your lessons tomorrow. Let us therefore say good night. Pip pip!"

Your lessons tomorrow.

You wished it was as simple as school work, but you knew it would be anything but.

~∞~

You woke up early the next morning, the anticipation for what the day may bring making your anxiety skyrocket as you got ready to leave for the Great Hall, in which the ceiling sported a brilliantly blue sky, only a few clouds dotting the illusion. You met the Golden trio there, who were busy discussing Harry's theory about Malfoy.

"Well obviously Riddle's already inducted." Ron muttered as you sat down, a speck of blue, in a sea of red. "He is his father's son, after all."

"Still going on your Malfoy-is-a-death eater spiel? The day has hardly begun." you said as you piled scrambled eggs onto a plate, ignoring the pointed look that Professor Mcgonagall gave you as she handed out her House's timetables.

Ron seemed to be getting more agitated by the second as another group of third years on the table beside your's pointed between the four of you and whispered, not so discreetly, about what happened in June.

"It's rude to point." he snapped, sending a glare their way, causing them to turn around, cheeks painted with embarrassment.

"So sixth year looks very bare in comparison to last year, doesn't it." you say, steering Ron's glare from the backs of their heads while you looked over his timetable.

"I love being a sixth year already." Ron said, his mood brightening visibly thanks to your interference. "And we're going to be getting free time this year. Whole periods when we can just sit up in the common room and relax."

"We're going to need that time for studying, Ron!" Hermione berated as you laughed.

"Yeah, but not today," said Ron, "today's going to be a real doss, I reckon."

"I wouldn't speak too soon, Ronald." you say with a smirk as Professor Mcgonagall makes her way over to the four of you. You'd already gotten your timetable the from Professor Flitwick that morning and found out that you were in the same classes as Hermione. You both finished off your plates and left Harry and Ron in favour of getting to Ancient Runes, where Theo and Riddle were waiting for you.

Reaching the classroom, you spotted Theo immediately and went to snag the seat beside him, but Pansy beat you to it with a playful smirk.

"Come and sit by me, Princess." you glared at your two friends as you turned around to find Riddle with his arm stretched over the back of the spare seat of his desk. "I don't bite."

"Somehow I highly doubt that." you mumbled as you searched for Hermione, who had chosen to sit near the front of the room, the seat beside her already taken. Traitor. She only looked at you apologetically before turning around.

You slumped into the seat, pointedly ignoring him as you took out your things. You could hear Theo and Pansy laughing at your expense so you sent a small stinging jinx wandlessly their way, smirking when they yelped in surprise.

"Smart girl." Riddle mumbled to himself, probably not intending for you to hear, but your cheeks flushed all the same.

"So was Theo lying about your disastrous ability to desipher runes, or was that just a way to get me to agree for your...help?" you ask, still choosing to igore him.

"Oh I assure you I'm quite terrible, Princess. Awful. In fact I'm not sure how I got back into this class, if I'm being entirely honest." he said it with a shrug before he smirked at you again. "I'm sure you can help me. You are top of the class, after all."

"Actually Mione was top of the class at the end of last year. Why not ask her?" you ask, glancing at him through the corner of your eye. He had turned to look directly at you, but his hand was still on the back of your chair.

You try, and fail, to push it off, sneering at the muscular appendage in offence. Damn him and his strong, quidditch arms.

"Theodore doesn't trust Granger, he trusts you. Therefore, I'm putting my trust into your...abilities to help me out."

Lovely. His words carried a double meaning. You were really considering hexing Theo and Pansy again for putting you in this situation.

His huff of laughter along with the burning pinch at the base of your skull were the only indications that he'd heard your thoughts.

After Defence, wait for me so that we can discuss the nature of your lessons and my apparent tutlage.

You ignored him for the rest of the lesson, but wordlessly agreed, nonetheless.

~∞~

You were complaining to Hermione the whole walk to the Defence classroom, and while she was amused, there was underlying worry in her responses.

"So he wants you to tutor him?" she asks curiously.

"Not a clue why." you say flipantly. "If I was him I'd much rather you taught me."

"Well I am a muggleborn, for starters." she says self-depricatingly and continues speaking, not allowing you to rebute her statement. "And you're still at the top of the class. Christ, you can do most spells non-verbally and wandlessly, far better than I can. I think I'd rather you than me, too. No offence."

You only smiled sarcastically at her. "I don't think anyone would willingly tutor him. Perhaps I should bargain a favour with him instead."

You left out the part where he was already fulfilling a kind of favour, for Theodore and Pansy, no less.

"One class in and my shoulders already ache." you whine as you rolled your shoulder to ease the pain that your heavy bag was causing. Harry and Ron met you outside the classroom a moment later, staring, horrified, at Hermione's armful of heavy books.

"We've gotten so much homework for Runes already." she said anxiously. "A fifteen-inch essay, two translations and we've got to read these by Wednesday!"

"Now I see why we have so many frees this year." you grumble.

"Shame," Ron said with a yawn, before smirking at the two of you.

"Just you wait," she said resentfully. "I bet Snape gives us loads."

The classroom door opened as she spoke and Snape stepped into the corridor, his sallow face framed as ever by two curtains of greasy black hair. Silence fell over the queue immediately.

"Inside," he said.

The Defence classroom was gloomier than ever, but thankfully it was no longer sickeningly pink and filled to the brim with plates of cat photos. The dark curtains were drawn across the windows and the only light came from the numerous candles that dotted the room, insighting a headache when you tried to read the blackboard. Snape's personality appeared to shine all over the room, from the odd portraits to the weird contraptions that littered the space.

"I have not asked you to take out your books," said Snape, closing the door and moving to face the class from behind his desk; Hermione hastily dropped her copy of Confronting the Faceless back into her bag and stowed it under her chair. "I wish to speak to you and I require your fullest attention. You have had five teachers in this subject so far, I believe."

His dark, beady eyes scanned the room.

"Naturally, these teachers will all have had their own methods and priorities. Given this confusion I am surprised so many of you scraped an O.W.L. in this subject. I shall be even more surprised if all of you manage to keep up with the N.E.W.T. work, which will be much more advanced." he set off around the edge of the room, speaking now in a low voice that you desperately wanted to drown out. But the burning sensation at the back of your skill prohibited you from doing just that.

No. Pay attention. Riddle was becoming a thorn in your side, and its only the first day.

"The Dark Arts," said Snape, "are many, varied, ever-changing and eternal. Fighting them is like fighting a many-headed monster. Each time a neck is severed, it sprouts a head even fiercer and cleverer than before. You are fighting that which is unfixed, mutating, indestructible."

Someone read up on their Greek mythology this summer. You say to Theo, who smirks behind his hand.

"Your defences," Snape continued, a little louder, "must therefore be as flexible and inventive as the Arts you seek to undo. These pictures," he indicated a few of them as he swept past, "give a fair representation of what happens to those who suffer, for instance, the Cruciatus Curse-" he waved a hand towards a witch who was clearly shrieking in agony; "-feel the Dementor's Kiss-" a wizard lying huddled and blank-eyed slumped against a wall; "-or provoke the aggression of the Inferius." a bloody mass upon the ground.

"Has an Inferius been seen, then?" Parvati Patil asked in a high-pitched voice. "Is it definite, is he using them?"

"The Dark Lord has used Inferi in the past," said Snape, "which means you would be well-advised to assume he might use them again. Now..."

You really did drown him out this time. Thinking about his wording. To your knowledge, only his followed gave him the name 'the Dark Lord', so why was Snape using that name? You filed away the information as he paced across the classroom.

"....you are, I believe, complete novices in the use of non-verbal spells. What is the advantage of a non-verbal spell?"

Hermione's hand shot into the air. Snape took his time looking around at everybody else, pointledly looking in your direction where your hands stayed glued to your sides, making sure he had no choice, before saying curtly, "Very well – Miss Granger?"

"Your adversary has no warning about what kind of magic you're about to perform," she stated, "which gives you a split-second advantage."

"An answer copied almost word for word from The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 6," said Snape dismissively. "But correct in essentials. Yes, those who progress to using magic without shouting incantations gain an element of surprise in their spell-casting. Not all wizards can do this, of course; it is a question of concentration and mind power which some," his gaze lingered maliciously upon Harry, "lack."

The Professor's beady eyes landed on you once more, a challenge present in them.

"Miss Meadow, come up to the front." everyone's eyes were on you as he beckoned you forward, so you obeyed. "I want you to demonstrate this skill. On me." He motioned for you to stand on one side of the room, while he stayed at the other.

You shook off your limps and, using your wand rather than just doing it wandlessly, you shot out a disarming spell, which Snape blocked.

"Good. Now try again." he said as he shot his own disarming spell at you, which you wordlessly blocked with a flick of your wand.

This back and forth continued for five or so more minutes before Snape managed to catch you off guard and disarm you with a minute flick of his wrist.

"Very good. Now following that example, you will divide into pairs. One partner will attempt to jinx the other without speaking. The other will attempt to repel the jinx in equal silence. Carry on."

People paired off, you choosing to partner with Mione who looked determined to perfect this new skill. Everyone who was part of the DA in the previous year were practically experts at casting spells, but none of them, bar you, could perform the Charms wordlessly. A reasonable amount of cheating ensued; many people were merely whispering the incantation instead of saying it aloud, including Ron, which only made you laugh as you watched as Harry blocked his every attack.

Of course, Hermione had gotten the hang of it within ten minutes of practice, as did Theo and Zabini and Riddle. Harry and Ron were still struggling, along with Pansy and Lorenzo.

To say you were bored was an understatement. Snape had already known that you were skilled with wordless and apparently wandless magic too, which meant that he could clearly see into your mind – yet another reason why Riddle needed to teach you control. The only other interesting thing to happen was Harry blatently sassing your Professor, which left you and Hermione gaping and Ron, Dean and Seamus grinning at him.

Once the lesson had ended, Snape in a more abysmal mood than usual after Harry made a fool out of him, you lingered in the corridor, waiting for Riddle to leave so that you could get the interaction over with.

"Hey Meadow! You coming?" Ron asked loudly from the end of the hallway. He looked at you with an odd expression on his face which morphed into unwilling understanding when you felt Theo's presence beside you.

"I'll be there in a bit. I'll meet you in the courtyard." you shout back as you turn towards Theo and his friends.

"Some lesson that was, right tesoro?" Theo asks you as he wraps a strong arm around your shoulder, steering you in the direction of the rest of his group, who were looking between you, Theo and Mattheo with matching expressions on their faces.

"What the hell is she doing here, Nott?" Malfoy asks, looking at you with distain. You glared back at him, about to respond when his familiar deep voice answers instead.

"She's here for me." Riddle says. "Go on ahead. I won't be a moment."

Its Zabini who steers Malfoy away from his glaring contest with you, and Theo who wordlessly wishes you luck with a pat to the top of your head.

"So you're going to teach me control?" you ask as you lean against the nearest wall. He rolls his eyes and wraps a giant hand around your wrist.

"Yes." he hissed. "But not here. How stupid are you? Talking about it out in the open, by a classroom, nonetheless."

Your eyes only widened in mild surprise as he began dragging you down the corridor in the direction that his friends went, but he turned into an empty broom cupboard instead.

"Salazar, if you wanted to get me alone like this there were far better ways of asking Riddle." you say sarcastically, but your eyes show a teasing challenge as you stare up at him.

"Was that an offer, Princess?" he asks with that wicked smirk of his.

"Read the room, Riddle. I'd rather sleep with a troll." you snark.

"Suit yourself." he chuckles before his face sets into that serious look he seems to have mastered in his years at Hogwarts. "The first step to learning full control is learning how to ground yourself."

You look at him expectantly which made him roll is eyes.

"You have to find a happy medium in your head that allows you to keep control of what you don't want people to see, and who you let into your head." he explains motioning to his own head as he speaks.

"So that horrible burning feeling in the back of my skull whenever you get in my head-" you begin.

"Is only there because it lets you know that someone unwanted is using Occlimency on you. The fact that you can't block me out is what we need to work on. Does the same happen with Theodore and Pansy when you communicate with them?"

"No. They're presence is wanted. Yours," you trail your eyes up and down what you can see of his tall frame in the dark, "is not."

"Well until you do accept me in your subconscious, it'll continue to hurt and it'll hurt more when you're trying to block it out." he says and to demonstrate he begins rifling through your thoughts and feelings with little to no effort, that burning sensation appearing like a pinch once again. You cradle you head in your hands, a cry escaping your lips.

Walking to the Great Hall for breakfast that morning, anxiety knawing at your insides.

Harry's Malfoy-is-a-death-eater spiel.

Your mini-dual with Snape.

How you want Riddle to rip your clothes right off your body and have him take you-

That wasn't right. You managed to mentally push him right out of your mind with more effort than you reckon it would take for you to haul a quaffle into the goal. It made your head ache.

"What the fuck was that?!" you snap, hitting his arm.

"You're a fast learner. Well done. It takes most people multiple sessions to do what you just did." he looks...proud. It stirs something strange in your gut.

"What did I just do?" you asked, intrigued, scared, confused.

"You just succeeded in blocking me out of your head." he smirked lightly, almost showing a ghost of a smile.

We're going to have lots of fun, Princess.

He was still in your head. His deep voice filling every corner of your mind, but that burning sensation was no longer present. It no longer stung and he was no longer able to rifle through your thoughts. Only converse with you, like you could with Theo and Pansy.

"We'll do this twice a week, until you can block me out without thinking about it." he said as he walked towards the door, leaving you standing motionlessly in the dark.

~∞~

icl the whole plot of this is heavily inspired by my beloved xaden and violet's bond with all their mind talking and arguing🤭🤭 (minus the dragons, etc)

#mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x you #harry potter #hermione granger #ron weasley #professor snape #ravenclaw x slytherin #serendipity series

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handmade-witch · 1 month

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Is It Over Now...? Part 2

Pairing: Toxic!Mattheo x fem!Reader

Hogwarts University!AU

Warnings: cursing, substance use (alcohol and marijuana), cheating ((please lmk if I missed any))

Read Part 1 here

[[AN: thank you for the notes and support on part 1!! 💓💓 if you'd like to be added to the taglist for this series send me a message or leave a comment. Feedback is always welcome and appreciated! 🥰]]

🎶 Let's fast forward to three hundred takeout coffees later

I see your profile and your smile on unsuspecting waiters 🎶

"I can't believe you took him back after he kissed some other chick."

You and Pansy sat in the library, surrounded by textbooks and takeout coffee cups. Your eyes flick up from your book to glare at Pansy. "*She* kissed *him*." You asserted.

"Sure," she muttered under her breath, sipping her coffee.

"He said it was a mistake."

"I'm not arguing with him there." She says flatly, rolling her eyes.

You felt your irritation build. "He's not like that anymore, Pansy." You snapped at your friend.

Her eyes were piercing and fierce, but hidden in her stare was a softness that told you she was coming from a place of care and concern. "But he was. I just don't want you to forget that."

•••

The incident at the party and the conversation with Pansy was three weeks ago. Since then things with Mattheo settled back into a comfortable normalcy.

After class one day, you exited the psychology building with Luna and Pansy and your eyes fall on a familar pair of brown eyes sitting on a bench in the shade.

"We'll see you guys at dinner!" You bid your goodbyes to them before skipping over to Mattheo.

"Well hello there, handsome." You grin, leaning down to peck his lips.

He holds up one of two takeout coffe cups in his hands. "One iced vanilla latte for my favorite girl." He smirks at you, eyes gazing at you with soft fondness.

He stands and kisses you again, his hand resting gently on the small of your back. With your coffee in one hand and Mattheo's hand in the other, the two of you begin your walk across campus.

"How was your day?" You ask, swinging your hands between the two of you.

"Dreadfully boring." He complained. He gave your hand a soft squeeze, "Better now that I can see you."

"You're such a suck up." You snort.

"Only because I'm crazy for you." He bats his eyelashes at you flirtatiously. You roll your eyes playfully at him. He lets go of your hand to wrap his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side and pressing a kiss to your temple.

"I love you," he whispers into your hair.

"I love you too."

•••

Later that night, your group of friends sat in the common room, lounging on a variety of furniture so that they could wind down from their day. You sat with your legs thrown over Mattheo's lap, your cheek resting against his shoulder. You let out an involuntary yawn, feeling exhausted after a long day of classes. Mattheo's arm wrapped around your shoulder, holding you securely against him and tracing gentle patterns on your arm. The gesture was soothing and relaxing. The topic of conversation shifted to plans for the upcoming weekend.

"Babe, you comin' to the party this weekend? I think it's Ravenclaw house." Mattheo cranes his head to look at you.

You shake your head. "Nope. It's girls night."

"Fuck yeah girls night!" Pansy pumps her fist from where she sits across from you, illiciting a soft snort from you.

"Aww," Mattheo pretends to pout, "it won't be as fun without you there." He gives you a soft squeeze.

"I think you'll survive." You tease, reaching up to pat his cheek.

"You look tired." He says with a teasing tone and slight smirk.

"What makes you-" you interupt yourself with an involuntary yawn, "say that?"

"Wanna head up for the night?"

You nod sleepily, sliding you legs off of Mattheo's lap. The two of you bid goodbye to your friends and head to your room.

Mattheo flops on your bed with an exaggerated groan. You shake your head, smiling softly at him, digging through your drawers for some more comfortable clothes. You disappear to the bathroom for a couple minutes and emerge wearing a pair of pajama shorts and a band t-shirt you had stolen from Mattheo.

"God, you're gorgeous." Mattheo says from his spot on the bed, propped up on his elbows. His dark brown eyes seem to sparkle as they take in your form standing in front of him.

You feel heat rising to your cheeks and your fingers play with the hem of your shirt. "Oh, thank you." You avert your eyes from him, blushing furiously.

Mattheo sits up further, "Oh c'mon don't go shy on me now." He beckons you over to him. When you're close enough he wraps his arms around your torso, pulling you into him. He rests his chin on your stomach, looking at you with a loving gaze. Your hands naturally find themselves tangling into his curly hair.

With a quick motion, he pulls you onto the bed on top of him. You let out a startled yelp as you land on top of Mattheo. He grabs your face, pressing soft kisses all over it. You burst into a fit of giggles. He just grins at you while you struggle to stop laughing.

He lets go of you only for a moment to climb under the bed covers, beckoning for you to join him. He pulls you close to him, bending his head to rest his forehead against yours. You close your eyes sleepily, feeling the beat of Mattheo's heart through his chest. He tilts his head to press a kiss to your forehead. "You're so wonderful. I love you so much." He whispers against your hairline.

You eyes stay closed but you smile, snuggling deeper into his hold. "I love you too, Mattheo." In the warmth of his embrace, you find yourself easily drifting off to sleep.

Your dreams were filled with Mattheo. His eyes, his smile, his voice, his laugh, his kiss, his touch. And as you lie there next to him, wrapped in his arms, your heart feels warm and happy.

•••

On Saturday, armed with alcoholic beverages and a variety if snacks, you make your way to Pansy's dorm room.

"Let's get this party started." You sing as you burst into the room. Daphne is lounging on the bed and Luna and Pansy are sat on the floor. An episode of tashy reality television is playing on the TV. Not long after you arrive, Hermione and Ginny also make their way to the girls night. The six of you get wine drunk and do face masks and eat a little too much junk food.

"Fuck, marry, kill: Professor Snape, Professor Dumbledore, and Professor McGonagall." Hermione giggles as she poses the question to the group.

"Oh definetly marry McGonagall. That woman would treat me right." Ginny declares. "Then I would fuck Dumbledore and kill Snape."

"Oh c'mon Snape is not that bad." Pansy whines.

"You're just saying that because he's your teacher crush." You tease. Pansy sticks her tongue out at you. "I would marry Snape, fuck McGonagall, and kill Dumbledore," she lists off.

"I'd say marry McGonagall, fuck Snape, and kill Dumbledore." Daphne adds her list to the mix.

"What about fuck, marry, kill: Thestrals, Hippogriffs, and Puffskiens." Luna asks, her voice airy and light indicating her tipsy state.

"I mean have you seen a Puffskien's tongue?" You ask, wiggling your eyebrows suggestively, eliciting a chorus of laughter.

As the conversation continues, you glance down when your phone lights up with a notification.

From Mattheo:

💬: 'Bout to head out. Have fun with the girls. I love you 💘'

You shoot off a quick response back:

💬: 'Have fun babe! Be safe~ I love you 🥰😘'

•••

The party at the Ravenclaw clubhouse was in full swing. Mattheo hadn't meant to get as drunk as he currently was. The night had started with him entering the party with the other Slytherin boys. He played beer pong with Blaise and they challenged a group of Gryffindors to a game of flip cup. He was enjoying a pleasant buzz and having a good time.

At some point, however, the drinks kept coming. It seemed as if Mattheo's cup was never empty. He lost track of his friends. At one point someone offered him a joint. Now he was collapsed on a couch, his head swimming in his current intoxocated state.

"Hey there," the girl said seductively as she stepped between his legs, "Where have you been?" She leans forward, over where he lounges on the sofa. Mattheo couldn't look anywhere but her breasts if he tried. She had placed herself right in his line of vision and her tight dress left little to the imagination.

"Been busy," he mumbled. Moving his lips to speak took a tremendous amount of effort in his current state.

She reached down, trailing her fingers over his thighs. Her touch made his skin tingle. Without thinking he reached out, placing his hands on the girl's hips. She seemed pleased by this. Reaching out she took a strand of his hair and twisted it in her fingers.

"Want some company tonight?" She purred in his ear. Mattheo's skin felt like it was on fire. 'She smells good.' He thought as she leaned close to whisper in his ear. And, not considering the potential consequences of his actions in his cross-faded state, he pulls her against him and lets her kiss him.

•••

You blinked awake, reaching over to check your phone. Luna was already awake and sat cross legged reading a book. Everyone else was still sleeping. You rubbed your eyes and when your brain registered what was on your screen your blood ran cold. You sat up so quickly that it startled Luna. You were already reaching over to shake Pansy awake, eyes still glued to the screen.

"Leave me alone." She grumbles sleepily. She rolls over, squinting her eyes at you. When she registers the look on your face, however, she sits up just as quickly as you had. "What's wrong." She demands.

You're at a loss for words and your hands shake as you hand the phone to her. You wrap your arms around your knees, hugging them to your chest.

"That fucking bastard." She exclaims furiously. She quickly snaps her mouth shut, realizing that everyone was still asleep, and handed the phone to Luna.

"Oh [Y/N]" she says sadly. She reaches out to rest her hand gently on your arm.

The message on your phone is from George Weasley. It reads:

💬: "I'm real sorry but thought you ought to know."

Attached is a photo of Mattheo with the same girl you had caught him kissing a month ago. The photo was dark and blurry but there was no question. Mattheo lounged on a couch. The girl sat in his lap. They were kissing. One of his hands was resting on her ass.

A month ago you had been seething rage, but now you just felt hollow. The tears slipped quietly down your cheeks and your eyes glazed over.

"God, I feel so stupid." You whisper.

•••

Mattheo groaned, his head pounding in his skull. He rolled over, unconsciously wrapping his arms around the figure sleeping next to him. He inhaled deeply, expecting to smell your shampoo. Through his haze he makes out the alcohol on his own breath but something is... different. His eyes open lazily. The person in his bed, he realizes, is not you.

The girl lying next to him was naked-- that wasn't a good sign. He fought against the fuzzy haze clouding his mind. And suddenly, fragmented memories of the night before came flodding back. His eyes widened.

"Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit." He chanted over and over to himself as he shook the girl awake.

"You have to leave. Now." He demanded, scrambling out of the bed. Searching the floor he found discarded clothes that he threw back at her.

"What the...?"

Mattheo looks at her, eyes wild, and points to the door. "I said leave." His tone was hostile.

"What the fuck is your problem?" She snapped back at him, pulling her shirt over her head.

"I have a girlfriend. You can't be here. This was a mistake." Mattheo ran his hand through his messy hair, trying to gain a semblance of composure.

Part 3 coming soon...

The girl grabbed her shoes. "Just saying, I don't think your gonna have a girlfriend for much longer." She exits the room, slamming the door shut behind her.

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hp-hcs · 5 months

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

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

hate how this turned out but wtv

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

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

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

“His?” Enzo laughs. “Y/N is not his.”

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Snitch gold, for luck.”

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

“For the whole day tomorrow.”

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

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

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

“Potter.”

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

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

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

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

Draco’s ears burned with rage.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

“Wh- Harry? We’re friends!”

“Friends, huh? Friends?” Enzo scoffed.

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

Draco surged forward and kissed you harshly.

~~~

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

#harry potter #fuck jkr #hp #x reader #hp x gn reader #hp x male reader #x gender neutral reader #x male reader #draco malfoy x reader #draco x reader #draco malfoy #enzo berkshire x reader #hp x enby reader #enzo berkshire #enby reader #lorenzo berkshire x reader #lorenzo berkshire

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narcopharmacist · 3 months

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Short Dramione fic review (and some spoilers too)

- COMPLETE -

I am currently reading The Binding by curly_kay thanks to a subreddit recommendation, and a comment saying that it's beautifully written. I've been reading this one for days now, and I am reading it slowly because I like savoring bits and pieces of the story.

I have never laughed (and giggled and kicked my feet) so much at a Dramione fic until this one, and I can definitely imagine Draco and Hermione acting the way they are in this story - like the conversations I feel are true to their characters. Usually, when I read Dramione fics I tend to think whether these characters are really going to say these (in the movies, for example), and it ends up with me having a hard time imagining them talking that way. Either way, I force it. But this one, it just goes naturally. I am in love. 🥰

- UPDATE - Feb 12, 2024

I just finished the last chapter before the epilogue, and I am crying. I'm very happy and satisfied with all the events that happened in this fic. It covered all 8 movies, and the ending is just *chef's kiss* 🥰

It has been more or less 3 weeks since I started reading this, and as I mentioned in my previous post of this it's because I wanted to savor every bit of this piece of work, hence I took my time. Finishing this fic made me so nostalgic about my reading this the first time... I wish I could go back to experiencing the tension that developed as the story was just in rising action. I didn't even feel the climax of the story, and it was already ending.

The flow of the story was good. Switching of POVs was AMAZING and I am very happy about the characters who got their spotlights every chapter.

The pairings are also *chef's kiss* ❤️ We have our Dramione, NottPott.... and when Pansy was brought in, I was like, "who could the Gryffindor be? Ron is a possible choice, but it was already mentioned that he was with Lavender... so it has to be Neville." Well I was wrong, I cannot believe it! It was indeed Pansy x Ron! Then we have Blaise x Luna. Super cute.

Narcissa actually played a huge role in this story... She actually got involved with Dumbledore and Snape! To protect Draco, and to protect Hermione.

We also have a side character who I thought was annoying at first, but I was like, I just know this character is the author putting us, the readers, in the story, shipping Dramione, being the wing girl, setting them up! Her name is Amelia. She's their junior, from Hufflepuff.

Smut was also lit. It was hot, but not too much where it basically became pr0n type.

I love love LOVED this fic so much!

There were chapters where it hurt, of course, but I knew they were doing it for a reason. It was all worth it in the end though.

Here are my song recs for this fic, that I think matched the vibe of the story.

Miniskirt - AOA

Whiplash - NCT 127

OK - NCT U

Perfect Night - Le Sserafim

Touch It - Ariana Grande

Best Mistake - Ariana Grande, Big Sean

#draco x hermione #dramione #fic recommendation #godmothersthoughts #dfrasst

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hermiones-amortentia · 1 year

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Give me your thoughts on the following Ron ships:

HET:

•Ron x Pansy

•Ron x Daphne

•Ron x Luna

•Ron x Cho

GAY:

•Ron x Seamus

•Ron x Dean

•Ron x Neville

•Ron x Michael Corner

Just curious.

Ron/Pansy

0/10.

She is a 1D cardboard cutout who happens to be a racist(she made fun of Angelina's braids) and has zero character arc. I don't see any appeal of her character to pair her with my favourite character.

Ron/Daphne

4/10

Now if you want a Gryffindor/Slytherin ship for Ron this one is the safest option. She is a blank slate in canon so you can give her any personality you want. However she is just a name in canon. Its same as Ron/OC just using a canon name. I am not into that kind of ships. I cant connect to OCs or complete fanmade character emotionally. So personally don't like it. But it has some merits.

Ron/Luna

3/10

This one wouldnt work. Movie Luna and Book Ron? It can. But book Luna is a complete delusional weirdo who thinks Sirius is a sensational singer called stubby broadman and fudge makes goblin pies. All those rubbish. Ron wouldn't be attracted to her. Plus I think she would let him walk all over her. He can be downright rude and sarcastic and she is too meek to put him in his place. But theoretically its cute. The bullied loner and the popular funny guy who loves her.

Ron/Cho

3/10

I can see them hooking up once or twice bcz Ron does think Cho is hot in canon. Plus their passionate argument about tornadoes and canonns was cute lol. But other than that nope. Ron can't deal with so much tears. He is 10 times better at handling emotional girls than Harry but even he has limits. I also think Ron wouldn't appreciate the fact that she sided with her snitch friend Marietta.

Ron/Seamus and Ron/Dean

4/10

I see no problem why either of those two wouldn't work. Seamus and Dean are background characters and they don't have any negative part that would make those ships impossible. Personally don't like them bcz I see Ron as straight and those ships don't have my fav tropes.

Ron/Neville

3/10

Same problem as Luna. He would let Ron walk all over him. Ron can be so mean when he wants to be and Neville is too sweet to deal with his shit. Ron needs an equally argumentative, sarcastic and bold person who would take no shit from him and put him in his place. Neville should be with a wholesome sweet soft spoken Hufflepuff.

Ron/Michael

2/10

Ron doesn't like him in canon and he dated one of his siblings. That's a no no zone.

#ron weasley #harry potter #harry james potter #ginny weasley #luna lovegood #hermione granger #pansy parkinson #dean thomas #seamus finnigan #daphne greengrass #neville longbottom

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thatdammchickennugget · 2 months

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Cruel Summer

pairing - theodore nott x fem!reader

summary - on the final night of summer camp, you're thrust into a harrowing fight for survival alongside theo and the other camp counselors

warnings - summer camp au, slasher au, character death, injuries, blood, knives, stabbing, cursing, stalking, fighting, panic attack, ending is super rushed because I don't know how to write a fight scene

wordcount - 10k

18+ Minors DNI

As the sun started to dip below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the summer campgrounds, you found yourself caught up in the flurry of activity. It was the eve of the end-of-summer party, and there was a palpable buzz in the air as counselors rushed to make the final preparations. The kids had all been picked up this evening and for this final night, only the counselors stayed back at camp, waiting to be dismissed by the camp owner the next morning.

Among them was Theo, brooding and observant, a scowl seemingly permanently etched on his face. Mattheo, Theo's ever-loyal sidekick, added to the lively atmosphere with his sarcastic remarks, while Enzo's booming laughter filled the air, punctuating every conversation. Draco and Blaise lounged nearby, the former oozing arrogance while the latter provided a calm counterbalance to the chaos.

Astoria, Daphne and Luna completed the group, their contrasting personalities adding an interesting dynamic to the mix. But it was the dynamic between you and Theo that truly stole the show. From the moment you met, there had been an undeniable tension between you—an unspoken attraction masked by biting remarks and playful insults. It was as if you were both trying to deny the chemistry that crackled between you by being downright mean to each other.

Pansy, your best friend, stood by your side, her cunning smirk mirroring your own. And then there was you, sharp-tongued and quick-witted, unable to resist a chance to push his buttons.

"Nott," you greeted Theo with a smirk, leaning against a nearby tree. "Ready to ruin everyone's fun at the party tonight?

Theo rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest, ignoring the cups he was supposed to be setting out on the table. "Oh joy, it's you," he replied dryly, his voice laced with disdain.

Mattheo snickered from beside him. "Ah, young love. So beautiful," he teased, earning a glare from both you and Theo.

You shot Mattheo a look of pure irritation, deciding not to entertain his remark with a comment of your own, before turning back to Theo, a smirk playing on your lips. "You know, Nott, if brooding were an Olympic sport, you'd win gold every time."

Theo's scowl deepened, but you could see a flicker of amusement in his eyes. "And if being annoying were a job, you'd be filthy rich by now," he shot back, his tone laced with biting sarcasm.

Pansy, always unable to resist adding fuel to the fire, chimed in with a sly grin. "Why don’t you spare us all the headache and finally hook up with each other?”

You and Theo exchanged incredulous looks, both of you recoiling as if the very idea were repulsive. "I'd rather jump into that lake fully clothed than spend another second with her," Theo retorted, his voice dripping with disdain.

You rolled your eyes, folding your arms defiantly. "Believe me, Nott, the feeling's mutual. I'd rather listen to Enzo's terrible jokes on repeat than be anywhere near you."

Enzo, overhearing his name, chimed in with mock offense from where he was getting the fire started in the pit. "Hey, what's wrong with my jokes?”

Draco, lounging nearby and not moving a finger to help with the party preparations, couldn't resist adding his own two cents with a smirk. “I can’t stand another night of this. The sexual tension is suffocating."

You and Theo exchanged disgusted glances. "Please, Malfoy, spare us the melodrama," you retorted, cursing the fact that you felt your face heating up.

Theo nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I'd rather be compared to a garden slug than be associated with her in any way."

Mattheo chuckled, thoroughly entertained by the exchange. "Just get it out of your systems already.”

You scoffed, pushing yourself off the tree to help the girls with setting up the cooler and getting the drinks, rolling your eyes. "I'd rather wrestle a bear."

Theo raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement glinting in his eyes. "Trust me, I'd pay to see that."

As the evening gave way to the night, the party continued on in full swing, the atmosphere of the little clearing at the like you had chosen for tonight shifted into one of excitement and celebration.

You found yourself with Pansy and Astoria by your side, giggling into your cups as you sipped the alcohol Enzo had managed to smuggle into camp. The fire cast a warm glow over the area, creating a magical ambiance for the night ahead.

Theo, surprisingly relaxed, was chatting with Mattheo and Enzo by the bonfire, a rare smile gracing his features. Nearby, Draco and Blaise lounged on blankets, engaged in a lively debate with Luna about god knows what, while Daphne sketched quietly under the soft glow of the lanterns.

Meanwhile, you and the girls had found your own corner of the party, where you danced to the music that filled the air, laughing and twirling beneath the starlit sky. Pansy's cunning smirk never left her face as she teased you about your questionable dance moves, while Astoria added to the playful banter with her witty remarks.

The night seemed to stretch on forever, filled with laughter and camaraderie as you danced, sang, and shared stories with each other. You felt a sense of freedom and joy wash over you, the weight of responsibility lifted for the moment as you lost yourself in enjoying the last night of camp, before going back to the reality of university.

As the night wore on and the party reached its peak, you excused yourself to use the bathroom, navigating the darkened paths of the campgrounds. The air was cool and crisp, a welcome relief from the heat of the campfire.

But just as you stepped out of the girl’s bathroom and back onto the path leading to the lake, a sudden noise shattered the silence, grovel crunching as someone stepped on it, causing you to jump in surprise. Your heart raced as you scanned the darkness, your senses on high alert.

Out of the shadows emerged Theo, his figure illuminated by the soft glow of the light next to the bathroom door. "What? Did I scare you?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

You let out a nervous laugh, relieved to see a familiar face. "What the fuck, Nott," you breathed out, trying to mask your lingering fear. Your hand came up to rub the spot over your heart through your shirt, trying to calm your breathing. "Don’t sneak up on me that."

Theo's playful demeanor faded, replaced by a furrowed brow as he stared past you, his gaze fixed on something behind you. "Wait," he muttered, his voice low and urgent. "Do you see that?"

“Haha, really funny,” you grumbled, shooting him a glare.

“Not trying to be funny right now,” he mumbled lowly, eyes squinting in the direction of the woods.

Confused, you followed his line of sight and spotted a shadowy figure lurking near the edge of the trees. Your heart skipped a beat, a surge of adrenaline coursing through your veins. "What is that?" you questioned, your voice low as if the person was close enough to hear you.

At first, Theo seemed unfazed, brushing off your concern with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Probably just Mattheo trying to pull some stupid prank," he muttered, though there was a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

But as the figure stepped closer, the glint of something metallic catching the faint light, along with the realization that the person’s face was covered with a gruesome mask. Theo's demeanor shifted, his eyes widening in alarm, and he took a step back, his arm instinctively reaching out to push you behind him. "That's not funny, Mattheo," he called out, a frantic edge to his voice.

The figure didn't respond, instead picking up its pace and charging toward you, the gleam of a knife now unmistakable in its hand. Panic surged through you, and Theo wasted no time, pushing you back and grabbing your hand in a tight grip as he pulled you along.

"What the fuck!" he shouted, his voice urgent as he sprinted toward the nearest cabin, his feet pounding against the dirt path. You stumbled alongside him, your heart pounding in your chest as fear propelled you forward.

Theo's grip never faltered as he dragged you along, his eyes darting over his shoulder to ensure the figure wasn't gaining on you. Adrenaline fuelled your movements, your lungs burning with exertion as you ran faster.

Finally, you reached the safety of the first cabin in your path, Theo slamming the door shut behind you with a resounding thud. With trembling hands, you hastily helped him push one of the dressers in front of it, your heartbeat thundering in your ears.

For a moment, you both stood there, chests heaving as you struggled to catch your breath. The adrenaline began to ebb away, replaced by a bone-deep exhaustion as the reality of what had just transpired sunk in.

Theo leaned against one of the wooden bunk beds, his breathing ragged as he ran a hand through his disheveled hair. His usually stoic demeanor had cracked, replaced by a vulnerability you'd never seen before. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice softer now, stripped of its usual sarcasm.

You nodded, your voice barely above a whisper. "Who was that?"

“No idea,” Theo's gaze softened, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his eyes. "We need to figure out what's going on," he said, his tone serious as he glanced around the cabin for any signs of danger.

With trembling fingers, Theo reached for a nearby flashlight, most likely forgotten by one of the campers, casting a weak beam of light across the room. The cabin was sparsely furnished, the walls adorned with faded photographs and peeling wallpaper.

"I’m going to call Pansy," you said, your voice barely above a whisper as you reached for your phone, only to be met with the dreaded realization that there was no signal.

Panic clawed at the edges of your mind as you tried in vain to refresh the signal, but the bars remained stubbornly absent. "There's no signal," you muttered, the words heavy with defeat as you sank onto one of the worn mattresses.

Theo's jaw tightened, a frustrated exhale escaping his lip. "Great," he muttered, meeting your gaze with a glare.

You rolled your eyes, resisting the urge to snap back at him. Despite the tension between you, there seemed to be an unspoken understanding that now was not the time for petty squabbles.

"We need to figure out our next move," Theo continued, his tone serious as he glanced around the cabin. "We can't just sit here and wait.”

You nodded in agreement, your mind racing as you weighed your options. "We could try to make a run for it," you suggested, though the idea of venturing out into the darkness sent a shiver down your spine. “I have my keys on me. We can go and get help, maybe find a signal further up the road?”

Theo shook his head, his expression grim. "It's too risky," he said, his voice low. "We don't where this fucker went and the parking lot is on the other side of camp.”

Silence descended upon the cabin as you both grappled with the gravity of your situation. Outside, the night air was thick with an oppressive darkness, the only sound the distant chirping of crickets and the rustle of leaves in the wind.

After what felt like an eternity, Theo spoke again, his voice hesitant as he cautiously peered through the windows to check the space around the cabin. "We should scout the area," he suggested, his gaze meeting yours. "See if we can find any signs of where they might have gone. And then go find the others."

You nodded in agreement, though the prospect of venturing out into the unknown filled you with a sense of dread. With the flashlight in hand, Theo led the way as you followed close behind, helping him push the dresser out of the way again.

You stepped cautiously out of the cabin, the night air enveloping you like a thick blanket, shrouding the campground in an eerie darkness. The distant sounds of the party had faded into the background, replaced by an unsettling silence that hung heavy in the air.

With the weak beam of the flashlight guiding your way, you and Theo navigated the labyrinth of darkened paths that wound through the campgrounds. Each step felt like a leap into the unknown, your senses on high alert for any sign of danger, though there was no sign of the attacker to be seen anywhere.

As you made your way back towards the lake, the familiar sights of the campground took on an ominous quality in the darkness. The rustling of leaves and the whisper of the wind seemed to carry a sense of foreboding - as if warning you to turn back before it was too late.

As you made your way back to the party site, a sense of dread settled over you as you found the clearing deserted, with no sign of your friends. The once lively atmosphere had been replaced by an eerie silence.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you surveyed the scene before you. Lanterns lay scattered on the ground, their soft glow flickering ominously in the darkness. Tables and chairs were overturned, and the remnants of food and drinks littered the ground, giving the impression of a chaotic struggle.

Panic clawed at the edges of your mind as you took in the sight, your distress palpable in the tense set of your shoulders and the rapid rise and fall of your chest. There, right next to the fire, was a puddle of red.

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The sight sent a chill down your spine, a cold hand of fear tightening around your heart. You took a step back, your mind reeling with disbelief and horror.

Theo's grip on the flashlight tightened, his expression grave as he surveyed the scene before you. His usually stoic demeanor cracked, replaced by a sense of urgency and concern. "We need to find them," he said, his voice low and urgent.

You nodded in agreement, your breath coming out labored as your heartrate picked up. "But where could they be?"

Theo's jaw tightened, his gaze sweeping over the deserted clearing as if searching for any clue that could lead you to your missing friends. "We need to search the campgrounds," he said, his tone resolute. "They could be hiding, or worse..."

“We should check the lodge first,” you suggested, trying to push your anxiety to the back of your mind and be useful. Theo's steady presence beside you only offered a sliver of comfort, grounding you. “Seems like the safest place to go.”

Theo nodded in agreement, his expression grim. "Agreed," he replied, his tone serious as he scanned the area for any sign of movement. "That’s probably where they went. And we should get to them before any of them is stupid enough to go out looking for us.”

"Do you think whoever tried to attack us is still out there?" you asked, your voice shaking.

Theo's jaw tightened, his gaze narrowing as he still scanned the darkness beyond the clearing. "I don't know," he admitted. "But we can't afford to take any chances."

Theo and you pressed forward with determined strides, your senses on high alert as you made your way toward the lodge. But as you rounded a bend in the path, your movements faltered, your breath catching in your throat as you stumbled upon the shadowy presence of the masked figure blocking your path.

Panic surged through you both as you found yourselves face to face with danger once again, your hearts pounding in your chests. Instinctively, Theo pulled you back into the cover of the trees, shielding you both from view as you silently communicated your next move.

As the footsteps drew nearer, you shared a fleeting glance with the boy next to you, a silent understanding passing between you, an unspoken vow to protect each other at all costs.

With a shared resolve, you and Theo braced yourselves for the imminent confrontation. The masked figure loomed closer, its heavy footsteps echoing in the stillness of the night. Every fiber of your being screamed at you to run, to flee from the danger that lurked before you, but you stood your ground, ready to face whatever came your way.

As the figure stepped into the dim moonlight, its menacing silhouette became clearer, the glint of the knife held tightly in its hand sending another shiver down your spine. Adrenaline surged through your veins, sharpening your senses as you prepared for the inevitable clash.

Theo's grip on the flashlight tightened, his jaw set in determination as he positioned himself between you and the approaching threat. His eyes narrowed, scanning the figure for any sign of weakness or vulnerability.

"Stay behind me," he whispered, his voice low yet firm as he braced himself for the impending confrontation. His stance was steady, his resolve unwavering as he prepared himself to fight.

With bated breath, you watched as the figure drew ever closer, its masked gaze fixed upon you with an unsettling intensity. Every nerve in your body screamed at you to flee, to seek safety in the darkness, but you remained rooted to the spot, unwilling to abandon the boy willing to put himself between you and the attacker.

As the figure closed in, its intentions clear, Theo raised the flashlight in a defensive gesture, its beam casting a harsh light upon the masked intruder. In that moment, time seemed to slow.

The figure lunged forward, knife flashing, but Theo was ready. With swift reflexes, he dodged the attack, his movements fluid and controlled. In one well-aimed motion, he redirected the assailant's momentum, using their own force against them to create an opening.

But just as Theo was about to land a decisive blow, a sudden commotion nearby caught both of your attention. Another figure emerged from the shadows, shouting something inaudible. The distraction was enough to break the momentum of the confrontation.

Without hesitation, Theo grabbed your hand, pulling you away from the chaotic scene. The two of you ran, your feet pounding against the dirt path as you sprinted through the darkness. Fear fuelled your movements, driving you to put as much distance between yourselves and the assailants as possible.

But the danger was not far behind. They gave chase, their footsteps echoing ominously in the night. Panic surged through you as you as the realization that you were being pursued by not just one, but multiple attackers sank in.

As you ran, the adrenaline-fueled rush of the chase made it difficult to think clearly. Every corner turned, every shadowy figure in the darkness, seemed to hold the potential threat of danger. Your breath came in ragged gasps, your heart pounding in your chest as you pushed yourself to keep going.

Just when you thought you couldn't run any longer, you stumbled upon a storage shed nestled among the trees. Without hesitation, Theo yanked open the door, pulling you inside before carefully and quietly closing the door behind you.

Inside the shed, the air was thick with the smell of must and decay. Your heart hammered in your chest as you pressed yourself against the wall, willing your breath to quieten as you strained to listen for any sign of the attackers outside. Theo’s tall frame crowded you against the wall even further, his hand coming up to cover your mouth and stifle your heavy breathing.

You could barely make out his eyes, your body shaking as you tried to focus on the way he was looking at you, his touch managing to calm you the slightest bit as the footsteps outside drew nearer.

As the tension in the shed mounted, you found yourself hyper-aware of Theo's presence, his closeness both comforting and disconcerting in the cramped space. His hand over your mouth felt oddly intimate, a silent reassurance keeping you grounded.

In the dim light filtering through the cracks in the shed, you could see the determination etched on Theo's face, his eyes fixed on yours with unwavering focus. Despite the danger lurking just beyond, there was a sense of strength in his demeanor that offered you a sliver of hope that you might get out of this alive.

As the footsteps came closer, your breath caught in your throat, every nerve in your body on high alert. In the suffocating darkness of the shed, the only sound was the pounding of your heart, echoing in your ears like a drumbeat of impending doom.

But just as you braced yourself for the inevitable, the footsteps suddenly faltered, fading into the distance until all that remained was the eerie stillness of the night. Relief flooded through you like a tidal wave, leaving you dizzy with gratitude that the danger had passed - for now.

Slowly, Theo removed his hand from your mouth, his touch lingering for a moment longer before he withdrew, his gaze leaving yours and moving to the door. For the first time since the night's harrowing events had begun, you allowed yourself to truly look at him - to see beyond the facade of sarcasm and disdain to the vulnerability hidden beneath. In the soft glow of the shed, his features softened, his guard momentarily lowered as he met your gaze with a mixture of relief and exhaustion.

Without a word, Theo stepped back, giving you space to breathe as he leaned against the opposite wall, his shoulders slumped with weariness. The tension that had gripped the air moments before began to dissipate momentarily as you took a moment to catch your breaths.

"You okay?" Theo's voice broke the silence, his tone soft as he glanced over at you.

You nodded, though the adrenaline still coursed through your veins, leaving you shaky and unsettled. "Yeah, I think so," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. "That was close."

Theo's lips curved into a weary smile, a hint of amusement glinting in his eyes despite the gravity of the situation. "Tell me about it," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. "I don't know about you, but I could really use a drink right about now."

You chuckled softly, the sound almost lost in the quiet of the shed. "You and me both," you agreed, the tension in your shoulders beginning to ease as the adrenaline began to fade. "But for now, I'll settle for just getting out of here in one piece."

Theo nodded in solemn agreement, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer before he pushed himself off the wall, his movements slow and deliberate. "Let's get to the lodge," he said, his voice low yet determined as he moved towards the door.

You followed suit. With Theo leading the way, you cautiously opened the door, peering outside to ensure the coast was clear before stepping back into the cool night air.

As you quietly made your way back towards the lodge, the adrenaline-fueled rush of the chase gave way to a strange sense of camaraderie between you and Theo. Silence enveloped you as you walked, broken only by the soft sounds of your footsteps echoing in the darkness. But amidst the quiet, there was a strange sense of intimacy in the shared solitude.

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As you and Theo cautiously made your way through the darkened campgrounds, your senses on high alert for any sign of danger, you had to stifle a surprised cry when you suddenly stumbled upon two familiar figures emerging from the shadows behind one of the cabins. Mattheo and Enzo's presence on the path caught you off guard, and for a moment, all four of you frozen in surprise.

"Oh, thank god. There you are,” Enzo exclaimed, his voice carrying a hint of concern as he approached. Your feet reclaimed their ability to move and you jumped forward, throwing your arms around the taller boy, pulling him close.

Theo stepped forward, his demeanor tense yet guarded as he exchanged a glance with Mattheo. "What are you doing out here in the open?” he questioned, his eyes narrowing as he regarded his two friends warily.

Mattheo flashed a sheepish grin, his usual swagger momentarily replaced by a sense of unease. "We were looking for you," he explained, his tone hesitant. "The others are safe at the lodge. But you two kinda disappeared and we thought something happened to you. I’m guessing you don’t know what’s happening either. Who are these bastards?”

You exchanged a wary glance with Theo, the events of the night still fresh in your mind. "No idea,” you replied. "But we should go. It's not safe out here."

Enzo nodded in agreement, his expression grave. "Agreed. Let's stick together and make our way back," he said, his tone serious as he fell into step beside you and Theo.

Finally reaching the lodge, you found the others huddled inside, barricaded and on high alert. Draco lay unconscious and bleeding on the floor, while Pansy tended to him with a sense of urgency. Blaise was huddled in the corner, trying to calm Luna down as she trembled with fear.

Upon seeing you and Theo return with Mattheo and Enzo, a mixture of relief and anxiety washed over the group. Astoria rushed forward to embrace you, her voice trembling with emotion as she expressed her relief at seeing you both safe.

"What happened out there?" Daphne asked, her voice barely above a whisper as she glanced nervously towards the windows.

Theo's jaw tightened, his expression grim as he recounted the harrowing encounter with the masked assailant. Mattheo and Enzo added their own accounts, their voices laced with a sense of urgency as they emphasized the need for caution.

As the gravity of the situation settled over the group, you all gathered together to figure out a plan of action. Ideas were tossed around, each one more desperate than the last as you grappled with the reality of your situation.

"We need to get help," Blaise stated, his voice tinged with desperation. "There must be a way to contact someone who can help us get out of here."

"Maybe we could try using the radio?" Luna suggested, her voice soft but carrying a sense of hope. "I used it every morning for the announcements, maybe we can use it to send a distress signal."

The suggestion hung in the air for a moment, the group exchanging uncertain glances as they considered the idea. The radio had been a staple of the morning routine at the camp, but whether it could be used to send a signal for help remained uncertain.

"It's worth a shot," Astoria spoke up, her voice tinged with a note of optimism. “I’ll come with you.”

“Me too,” Blaise added, resting his hand on Luna’s thigh as she offered him a tiny smile.

As the group discussed how to use the radio to get a message out there, Theo's gaze shifted towards you, his expression serious as he addressed you directly.

"Hey, you said you have your car keys on you, right?" Theo asked, his voice low yet urgent.

You instinctively reached into your pocket, your fingers wrapping around the familiar shape of the keys. With a nod, you confirmed, "Yeah, I've got them."

A flicker of determination crossed Theo's features as he turned to address the group again, his voice carrying a sense of resolve.

"Alright, here's what we're gonna do," he began, his tone commanding as he outlined his plan. "Blaise, Luna and Tori. You go to the radio shed and send the signal. While you do that, some of us sneak out to the parking lot, grab a car, and get help. I don’t think we can move Draco, so some of us have to stay back here and hide with him."

The suggestion hung in the air for a moment, the group exchanging uncertain glances as they considered the risks. You were the first to speak up again, even though you knew splitting up was probably the one thing you’re not supposed to be doing right now, you couldn’t help but trust Theo. “I’m coming with you.”

Mattheo wrapped one of his arms around your shoulders, nodding in agreement. “Me too.”

“Okay,” Theo breathed out, looking at the others before addressing Pansy. “You, Daphne and Enzo stay here. And I mean stay. Don’t come out looking for us, not matter how long we’re gone, okay?.”

Pansy nodded, her expression serious as she regarded Theo. "Got it. We'll stay put and keep Draco safe," she affirmed, her voice resolute.

Daphne and Enzo exchanged a glance, their expressions mirroring a mixture of worry and determination. "We'll be ready in case anything happens," Daphne assured, her voice steady despite the underlying tension.

With the plan set, the group sprang into action, dividing into two teams to carry out their respective tasks. Theo and Blaise checked the doors and windows of the lodge one more time, making sure they were secured, while you and Luna rifled through the closets and cabinets, trying to find anything proving useful as a weapon.

Finally, Luna, Blaise, and Astoria made their way towards the radio shed, their footsteps echoing in the silence of the night as they disappeared into the darkness, armed only with one of the baseball bats you had found lying around the common room of the building.

Meanwhile, you, Theo, and Mattheo set out towards the parking lot, moving with cautious yet determined strides. Theo was once again in charge of the flashlight, you following close behind him with your keys clutched between your fingers, Mattheo rounding up the group with a tight grip on his own baseball bat.

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You reached the parking lot without any signs of the masked figures, Theo scanning the area for any signs of movement, his gaze narrowing as he assessed the situation. "Alright, let's make this quick," he said, his voice low yet commanding.

You and Mattheo nodded in agreement, your movements swift and purposeful as you searched for your car. Finally, you spotted it parked near the edge of the lot. Not wanting to risk attracting attention by unlocking it remotely, you crept towards it, pushing the key into the lock.

Theo jumped into the passenger seat and Mattheo claimed the back, turning to keep an eye on the lot out of the back window. You turned the ignition, your hope deflating as the car gave no sign of starting.

“Try it again,” Theo grumbled, and you wiped at the sweat collecting at your brows. You tried again, and again, and again. Still, the car stayed silent. “Give me the keys,” Theo growled, grabbing them from your hands and trying himself.

“I know how to start my fucking car, Nott,” you snapped at him, refraining from punching the steering wheel in frustration. “Something’s wrong. Let me check the engine.”

Without waiting for his response, you threw open the door and stepped back out of the car, rushing to open the hood. Using your phone’s flashlight, you tried to find the problem, making a mental note to thank your father for making you help out in his car shop all the time.

The boys had jumped out of the car as well, flanking you on each side as they kept watch while you worked. Finally, you found the problem, tears of frustration filling your eyes. “The fuel line is cut. Someone cut my fucking fuel line.”

“Can you fix it?” Mattheo asked, shuffling on his feet, his anxiety clear on display even though he tried to hide it.

“I could try with some rubber band and a rubber tube or a hose or something. But even then I’m not sure if it would work and we wouldn’t get very far if it did,” you sighed dejectedly, shaking your head weakly.

“Can you hot-wire one of the other cars?” Theo suggested, his face tense with concern.

"Who do you think I am? Do I look like I know how to hot-wire a fucking car?" you spat at him, your nerves getting the better of you. "And what is the chance those fuckers only messed with my car? They couldn't have known we only had the keys for this one on us."

Theo held up his hands in a placating gesture, his expression grim as he regarded you. "Hey, calm down. I'm just trying to figure out our options here," he said, his tone surprisingly gentle despite the tension in the air.

You took a deep breath, trying to rein in your frustration as you considered Theo's words. He was right - panicking wouldn't help the situation.

“We could still just walk?” Mattheo butted in, shrugging as his gaze flitted between you and Theo.

“It would take us like 2 hours to even get to the main road and then we’d need to get lucky to find someone on the road that late willing to stop for us,” you shook your head at him, squeezing his arm to let him know you still appreciated the idea. “And for all we know those bastards are watching us right now, they might follow us."

Theo nodded in agreement, his jaw tight as he considered your words. "She's right," he said, looking at Mattheo, his voice grave. "We can't risk exposing ourselves any further.“

“We should leave a message and get back to the others I think,” you blurted out your next best idea. “Let’s hope Luna managed to contact someone.”

Mattheo’s brows furrowed. “A message?”

“For whoever might have heard Luna’s radio signal,” you explained. “Or Mr. Hargrove. He was coming to dismiss us in the morning, remember? We should let him know about what’s going on so he can call for help before blindly running into danger looking for us.”

“Good thinking,” Theo complimented you gently, reaching over to squeeze your shoulder reassuringly. Something warm fluttered in your stomach at his touch but you shoved the thought of it to the back of your mind, trying to concentrate on the task at hand. “Let's hurry up and do that and then go back to the lodge.”

With a nod of agreement from both boys, you quickly brainstormed the contents of the message. Scribbling down a brief summary of the situation and the camp's location on a torn piece of paper, you left it tucked under the windshield wiper of your car, hoping it would catch the attention of anyone passing by.

As you made your way back to the lodge, a heavy silence settled over the group. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on your shoulders, each step feeling like a precarious dance between danger and safety.

A sudden rustle in the bushes nearby made you all freeze in your tracks. Instinctively, you reached for your makeshift weapons, your heart pounding in your chest as you strained to see through the darkness.

Out of the shadows emerged two menacing figures, their faces obscured by their masks as they moved with predatory grace towards you.

Without a moment's hesitation, Theo grabbed your arm, his voice urgent as he shouted, "Run!"

Adrenaline surged through your veins as you sprinted alongside Theo and Mattheo, your feet pounding against the forest floor as you desperately tried to put distance between yourselves and the masked figures.

But no matter how fast you ran, it seemed as though the attackers were always one step behind, their relentless pursuit driving you deeper into the darkness of the woods.

Suddenly, you stumbled over a protruding root, your body crashing to the ground with a painful thud. Gasping for breath, you struggled to push yourself up, but a sharp pain shot through your leg as you realized you had twisted it in the fall.

Before you could even attempt to push yourself back up, one of the masked assailants loomed over you, brandishing a gleaming blade in their hand. Fear gripped your heart as you braced yourself for the inevitable attack.

With a swift motion, they lunged forward, their blade slicing through the air towards you. Instinctively, you raised your arms to shield yourself, but the sharp sting of pain erupted through your leg as the blade made contact, tearing through your flesh.

Agony washed over you as you collapsed back to the ground, your vision swimming with tears as you fought to stay conscious. Through the haze of pain, you could hear the sounds of struggle nearby, but you were powerless to intervene.

In a desperate bid for survival, you reached for the nearest object within your grasp—a fallen branch—and swung it wildly, hoping to buy yourself enough time to escape.

But before you could land a single blow, a blur of movement streaked past you. It was Theo. His normally composed demeanor replaced by a ferocious determination, he launched himself at the attacker with a primal rage burning in his eyes.

With a swift and precise strike, Theo delivered a powerful blow to the assailant's jaw, causing them to stumble backward with a grunt of pain. Seizing the opportunity, he unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks, driving the attacker back further with each strike.

You watched in awe as Theo fought with a raw intensity, his movements fueled by a fierce protectiveness that left you breathless. Finally, with a well-placed kick, Theo sent the attacker sprawling to the ground. Breathing heavily, he turned to you, his expression softening with concern as he reached out to help you up.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice laced with worry as he supported your weight and helped you to your feet. "We need to keep moving."

You nodded, gratitude swelling in your chest for Theo's unwavering bravery. With his help, you pushed through the pain in your leg and stumbled forward, leaning on him for support as you limped away from the scene of the struggle.

Mattheo quickly moved to your other side, wrapping his arm around your waist to support you as well. Together, the three of you limped hurriedly back towards the safety of the lodge, each step a struggle against the pain shooting through your injured leg.

Theo kept a vigilant eye on your surroundings, his grip on the flashlight tightening as he scanned the darkness for any signs of danger. As you approached the lodge, the tension in the air grew thicker with each passing moment. The sounds of the forest seemed to echo with an ominous warning.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you stumbled through the door of the lodge, Enzo letting you in and barricading it back shut behind you, collapsing onto the nearest chair with a sigh of relief. Pansy rushed forward to help you, her expression filled with concern as she assessed your injuries.

"What happened?" she asked, her voice trembling with worry as she examined your leg.

You recounted the harrowing encounter with the masked attackers, your words punctuated by gasps of pain as you struggled to hold back tears. Theo and Mattheo filled in the details, their voices steady despite the lingering tension in the air.

As Pansy tended to your injuries with Theo close by your side, his grip tight on your hand as he watched your friend work, the rest of the group gathered around where Draco was now resting, pale but conscious again.

The group talked amongst themselves, voices hushed but urgent, as they debated their next course of action. Blaise and Luna explained that they had managed to send a signal using the radio, but they weren't sure if anyone had received it or if help was on the way.

"We might have to wait it out until morning," Luna suggested, her voice tinged with resignation. "It's too risky to go out there again in the dark."

Blaise nodded in agreement, his expression grim. Theo glanced around the room. "We'll take turns keeping watch," he declared, his voice steady despite the tension in the air. "We can't afford to let our guard down, not even for a moment. But we also need to rest."

The group murmured their agreement. As the night wore on, the group settled into an uneasy vigil, taking shifts to keep watch over the lodge and its occupants. Each creak of the floorboards and rustle of the wind outside sent shivers down their spines, but they refused to succumb to despair.

As the night wore on, the weight of the recent events began to take its toll on you. Despite the adrenaline that had kept you going, the pain from your injured leg and the lingering fear gnawed at your resolve. You tried to push through it, to focus on the task at hand, but as the time passed and there was nothing to distract you, your anxiety began to bubble to the surface.

You felt the familiar tightness in your chest, your breath coming in short, shallow gasps as panic threatened to overwhelm you. Desperately, you tried to keep it together, not wanting to draw attention to yourself in front of the others. But the harder you fought to control it, the more it seemed to consume you.

With a shaky hand, you rose from your seat, mumbling something about needing to use the restroom. Pansy shot you a concerned look, but you waved her off, plastering a weak smile on your face as you made your way towards the back of the lodge.

Once you were out of sight, you quickened your pace, your heart pounding in your ears as you searched for a place to hide. Finally, you found a small storage room tucked away in a corner, its door slightly ajar. Without hesitation, you slipped inside, closing the door behind you with a shaky breath.

Alone in the darkness, you sank to the floor, your chest heaving as you struggled to calm your racing thoughts. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as the full weight of the night's events crashed over you, threatening to drown you in a sea of fear and uncertainty.

But just as you felt yourself slipping further into despair, a soft voice cut through the darkness, pulling you back from the brink.

"Hey."

You looked up to see Theo standing in the doorway, his expression filled with concern as he took in your trembling form.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice gentle as he stepped further into the room, closing the door behind him.

You tried to nod, to reassure him that you were fine, but the words caught in your throat as another wave of panic washed over you.

Theo crouched down beside you, his touch light as he reached out to brush a stray tear from your cheek. "It's okay," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're safe now. I won’t let anything else happen to you."

You wanted to believe him, to let his words wash away the fear that threatened to consume you, but it was easier said than done. The events of the night had shaken you to your core, leaving you feeling vulnerable and exposed. His steady gaze met yours, filled with a warmth and understanding that eased some of the tension coiled in your chest.

"I know it's been a rough night," he continued softly, his voice a soothing balm to your frazzled nerves. "But we're all in this together. You don't have to face it alone."

His words struck a chord deep within you, stirring a sense of gratitude and affection for him that you hadn't fully acknowledged before. In the midst of chaos and danger, Theo had remained a steadfast source of support and strength, never wavering in his determination to keep you safe, putting your safety above his own again and again.

As you gazed into his eyes, a rush of emotions threatened to overwhelm you. The fear and uncertainty that had gripped you moments ago began to ebb away, replaced by a growing sense of clarity and resolve.

Without thinking, you reached out, your hand trembling as it cupped Theo's cheek. His breath caught in his throat, surprise flickering in his eyes as he met your touch.

"I...I just..." you began, your voice faltering as you struggled to find the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling inside you.

Without thinking, you leaned forward, closing the distance between you and Theo. His breath caught in his throat, surprise flickering in his eyes as he realized your intent. But before he could react, your lips met his in a tender kiss.

Theo's initial surprise melted away into a shared passion as he responded to your kiss with equal fervor. The tension that had been building between you for so long ignited into a blaze of desire, all the emotions you had been trying to push down bubbling to the surface.

His arms encircled you, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened, each touch sending sparks of electricity coursing through your veins. Lost in the heat of the moment, you straddled his lap, drawing him closer until there was no space left between you.

Time seemed to stand still as you explored each other with a hunger born of longing and need. Every touch, every caress, was a silent confession of the feelings you had kept hidden for so long, now laid bare in the raw intensity of the moment.

Finally, as the need for air became too overwhelming to ignore, you reluctantly pulled away, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you gazed into Theo's eyes, your heart pounding in your chest.

For a moment, neither of you spoke, the air thick as you struggled to catch your breath. But then, with a soft smile, Theo reached up to cup your face in his hands, his thumb brushing gently against your cheek.

"I've wanted to do that for so long," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper as he leaned in to press a tender kiss against your forehead. "But I really thought you hate me.”

A surge of warmth flooded your chest as you realized that your feelings were reciprocated, that the connection you had shared had been more than just a figment of your imagination.

"I don’t," you whispered, your voice barely audible as you leaned into his touch, relishing the feeling of his warmth against your skin. "I've wanted this for so long, too."

You closed your eyes as Theo wrapped both arms tightly around you, his kisses peppering your hair and temple, his embrace so protective, so sweet, that your own arms instinctively tightened in response.

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Upon returning to the main area of the lodge, you quickly took stock of the situation. Draco was now lying down in one of the bedrooms upstairs, Astoria currently by his side keeping watch. Luna and Blaise had vanished into the kitchen a while ago. Enzo and Pansy had made themselves busy arranging all the blankets and pillows they could find around the centre of the room and were now fitfully snoring away.

"I'll go stay with Draco," you announced, turning to the members of the group still wide awake and gesturing towards the staircase. "Let Astoria rest for a while.”

Theo instantly got back up from where he had just sat down next to Mattheo but you shook your head at him, offering him a small smile. “You get some rest too, I’ll just be upstairs.”

He listened, but you could tell he wasn’t happy with staying down here by the way his jaw clenched tightly and his eyes flashed protectively.

Pansy nodded gratefully, her exhaustion evident as she murmured her thanks. "Just be careful, okay?"

You offered her a reassuring smile before making your way towards the staircase. However, as you pushed open the door, your heart skipped a beat at the sight that greeted you.

The room was dimly lit by the moonlight streaming in through the window, casting eerie shadows across the floor. Draco lay asleep on the bed, his breathing steady and peaceful. But Astoria was nowhere to be seen.

A surge of panic shot through you as you scanned the room, frantically searching for any sign of her presence. With a sinking feeling in your gut, you realized that Astoria was not in the room. Fear gnawed at the edges of your mind as you considered the possibilities of what could have happened to her.

Refusing to give in to despair, you resolved to search the other rooms, hoping against hope that you would find her unharmed. With each step, your heart hammered in your chest, the tension mounting with every passing moment.

You checked each room meticulously, your breath catching in your throat with each empty space you encountered. Pushing open the last closed door in the hallway, you froze on the spot. Your eyes had instantly fallen on the shattered window, shards of glass lying scattered around the floor next to Astoria’s body, lying lifeless with blank eyes staring into the darkness.

A scream rose in your throat, but before the sound could escape your lips, a shadow darted out from behind you, swift and silent as they jumped on you, pushing you to your knees. Strong arms wrapped around your throat, cutting off any sound you tried to make as panic seized you in its icy grip.

Your hands flew to your assailant's arms, clawing desperately as you fought for breath. The pressure on your windpipe intensified, a cruel vice squeezing tighter with each passing second. Stars danced at the edges of your vision, your lungs burning for air as darkness threatened to engulf you.

With a surge of adrenaline, you summoned every ounce of strength within you, drawing upon reserves you never knew you had. Your fingers fumbled blindly along the ground, seeking anything, anything that could be used as a weapon to help you break free from the suffocating grip.

And then, your hand closed around a sharp shard of glass, its jagged edges biting into your skin. With as much force as you could muster up, you lashed out, driving the makeshift weapon into your attacker's side.

A guttural cry tore from their lips as they released their hold on you, stumbling backwards in pain and shock. Gasping for precious air, you scrambled to your feet, your heart thundering in your chest as you faced your assailant head-on.

Their eyes burned with a feral intensity, glinting through he slits of their mask. Blood oozed from the wound in their side, staining their clothes crimson as they bared their teeth in a snarl of rage and defiance.

Without hesitation, they lunged towards you once more, their movements swift and calculated. Adrenaline surged through your veins as you dodged their attack, narrowly avoiding their grasp as you danced out of reach.

But they were relentless, their determination unwavering as they pursued you with single-minded focus. With each passing moment, the fight grew more frenzied.

In a moment of desperation, you seized upon the element of surprise, ducking beneath their outstretched arm and delivering a powerful blow to their midsection. They staggered backwards, momentarily off balance, giving you the opportunity you needed.

With a primal roar, you launched yourself at them, driving them towards the shattered window with all your might. Their eyes widened in shock as they realized your intent, but it was too late. With one final shove, you sent them hurtling through the open window, the sharp remnants of glass scratching along their back as their scream echoed into the night and they fell into the darkness below. They hit the ground with a devastating thud, their mask now crooked on their face and their neck at a nauseating angle as their movement seized and they stilled.

Panting heavily, you stumbled back from the window, your body trembling with adrenaline and exertion. The rush of victory was short-lived, however, as the gravity of what had just transpired washed over you. Were they dead? Did you just kill someone?

Just as the panic started washing over you, your eyes fell on the other body in the room. With something else to focus on, you willed the tears in your eyes to disappear and your lungs to take in air again. Dropping by Astoria’s side, you immediately went to check for a pulse, a sob tumbling from your throat at the lack of a heartbeat.

As the reality of Astoria's lifeless form sank in, grief washed over you like a tidal wave, threatening to drown you in its depths. Tears blurred your vision as you reached out to touch her cold skin, willing her to wake up, to tell you that everything was going to be alright.

But there was no response, no sign of life in her still form. With a shaky breath, you pulled yourself away from her side, your heart heavy with sorrow and regret. You had failed to protect her, failed to keep her safe from the horrors that had befallen you all.

But there was no time to dwell on your guilt, no time to mourn the loss of a friend. With a heavy heart, you pushed yourself to your feet, steeling yourself for the task that lay ahead. There were still others in the lodge who needed your help.

Turning away from her, you hurried back towards the staircase, intent on alerting the others to the danger that now lurked within the lodge. But as you reached the top of the stairs, you froze in your tracks, the sound of sobs and commotion drifting up from below.

Fear clenched at your heart as you realized that not just one of the killers had made their way into the lodge. With a sense of dread gnawing at your insides, you raced down the stairs, your mind racing with thoughts of what horrors awaited you below.

As you rushed down the stairs, your heart pounding with fear and determination, Theo met you halfway, his eyes wide with worry as he searched for you. Without a moment's hesitation, you relayed the heartbreaking news of Astoria's demise to him, the weight of the loss heavy in your voice.

Theo's expression hardened with resolve as he took in your words, and without a second thought, the two of you sprang into action, ready to confront the remaining killers that had made it inside. The air crackled with tension as you both braced yourselves.

As you and Theo descended upon the killers, a fierce determination burning in your eyes, a chaotic fight scene unfolded. The lodge's corridors became a battleground, the clash of metal against wod, fists against skin and the cries of combat ringing out through the once-peaceful halls.

Theo fought with a skill and ferocity that surprised even you, his every move calculated and precise as he defended himself and fought back against the attackers. You, too, tapped into a wellspring of strength and courage you never knew you possessed, each strike a testament to your determination to protect yourself and those still alive in the lodge.

In the midst of the chaos, Theo managed to disarm one of the attackers, seizing their weapon and turning it against them. With a swift and decisive blow, he incapacitated them, the sound of their body hitting the floor echoing through the lodge. His face frozen in a grimace as he stood over them, watching the pool of red beneath them growing in size because of his doing.

Your focus was torn from the frey momentarily as you took note of Blaise clutching his side where blood seeped through his fingers, while Mattheo staggered back, a gash across his arm leaving him wincing in pain.

One of the attackers used this moment of distraction, lunging towards you with a gleaming blade. With a gasp of horror, you stumbled backward, your heart racing with fear. But before the fatal blow could land, Luna sprang into action, throwing herself between you and your assailant with fearless determination, baseball bat raised. With a swift movement, she deflected the attacker's strike, the blade flying out of their grasp and to the floor.

Luna unleashed a flurry of blows upon the attacker, her movements swift and merciless. Each strike from her baseball bat landed with precision, sending shockwaves of pain through the assailant's body. With each swing of her weapon, she drove the attacker back, finally landing a final blow to their head as they turned to escape, making them crumble to the floor.

The assailant, now on the defensive, tried desperately to evade Luna's barrage of attacks, but she was relentless, her resolve unshakeable. With a fierce battle cry, she pressed forward, her eyes blazing with determination as she closed in on her target.

With a final, powerful blow, Luna delivered a devastating strike to the attacker's midsection, sending them crashing to the ground with a cry of pain. Disarmed and defeated, they lay sprawled on the floor, their mask askew and their breath coming in ragged gasps.

Breathing heavily, Luna stood over her fallen adversary as they lay sprawled on the floor with their mask askew, her chest heaving with exertion.

Meanwhile, Enzo engaged in a brutal hand-to-hand combat with another assailant, their blows landing with bone-crunching force as they grappled for dominance. With a burst of adrenaline-fueled strength, Enzo delivered a decisive strike, sending his opponent reeling backward with a cry of pain, the back of their head hitting the edge of a table with a thundering crack before they sunk to the floor, all movement gone from their body.

As the chaos subsided, the masked figures all lying lifeless around the room, Theo and Enzo quickly sprang into action, pulling their bodies into another room to clear the main area of the lodge. Meanwhile, you, Luna, and Pansy carefully carried Astoria's body downstairs, where Daphne stood in shock before throwing her arms around her body, refusing to let go of her sister.

Tears streamed down Daphne's face as she clung to Astoria, her grief palpable in the silence of the lodge. Luna, her eyes brimming with compassion, gently placed a hand on Daphne's shoulder, offering her comfort and support in this moment of unimaginable loss.

You and Pansy then instructed Mattheo and Enzo to sit down, helping them clean up and bandage their wounds, while Theo and Blaise went to retrieve the still unconscious Draco from upstairs.

After everything was taken care of, the group sat in stunned silence, some sobbing softly as they grappled with the enormity of what had just transpired.

As the hours dragged on, the darkness outside slowly gave way to the light of dawn, casting a pale glow through the windows of the lodge. As the weight of the night's events settled heavily upon you, you found yourself seeking solace in Theo's arms. With a heaviness in your heart and a weariness in your bones, you nestled into his embrace, seeking comfort and reassurance.

Theo held you close, his arms wrapped protectively around you as you huddled together in a corner of the room. The warmth of his presence enveloped you, offering a small measure of comfort in the face of overwhelming grief.

Silently, you clung to each other, drawing strength from the simple act of being together. Words seemed inadequate in the wake of such tragedy, and so you remained locked in a wordless embrace, finding solace in the shared silence between you.

With each passing moment, the tension in your body began to ease, replaced by a sense of peace that settled over you like a blanket. In Theo's arms, you felt safe and secure, shielded from the horrors. You stayed there, wrapped up in his arms with his lips pressed to the top of your head, until finally, you could see the flashing red and blue lights approaching outside as the first rays of sunlight filtered into the room.

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acciotheomione · 2 years

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Tying the Nott by ShayaLonnie

In a post-war world where Hermione is friends with Draco Malfoy and most of her friends have developed relationships with former Slytherin classmates, Hermione is single. However, when former Death Eater—Theo Nott—is dying, Hermione is guilted into marrying him to save his life.

*Indefinite Hiatus—Not Abandoned*

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Archive Warning(s): Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Hermione Granger/Theodore Nott, Luna Lovegood/Draco Malfoy, Daphne Greengrass/Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley/Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson/Ron Weasley

Additional tags: Post-Hogwarts, Explicit Language, Explicit Sexual Content, Aftermath of Violence, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Curses, Canonical Character Death, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Characters That Died In Canon Survive Because Fanfic Magic

#rating: e #status: incomplete #author: shayalonnie #word count: 100k+#theomione endgame: yes #era: post-hogwarts #side pairing: luna x draco #side pairing: daphne x harry #side pairing: ginny x blaise #side pairing: pansy x ron #trope: arranged marriage #trope: fuck or die #trope: ex-death eater theo #card catalogue #theomione

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dramioneasks · 5 months

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Boundless - maple_unicorn - E, 40 chapters, Words: 128,337 - Four years ago, Hermione Granger failed to reverse her mother's obliviation. Now, she is twenty-six, single, and unemployed. Her sole focus in life has been healing her mother until St Mungo’s newest healer, Draco Malfoy, re-enters her life with his six-year-old son in tow. Together, Draco and Hermione work to find a cure for her mother before it’s too late. Along the way, they may discover there is more to life than what they had both previously settled for.

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fedonciadale · 3 years

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The Perks of Casting a Patronus - Chapter 2 - Conundrum at the Leaky

So, here is the next chapter of my Panville fic....

Dean and Seamus told him about the new flat they had moved into. They had decided on a flat in Muggle London.

“It’s really easier for two guys in love.” Seamus shook his head. “I wouldn’t believe Dean, but our new landlord didn’t even blink twice when he realized we’re a couple.”

“You should make more of your friendship with Harry,” Neville told them. “If you’d stress that you’re friends with the Chosen one, people would fall over their feet to give you a flat.”

Seamus looked at him strangely.

“Hermione always says that there is no harm in exploiting some of the war-hero fame for the purpose of a good cause. And introducing the idea to the wizarding community that gays exist, is a good cause.”

Dean laughed. “You know that might have worked, if we actually were war heroes.”

He exchanged a look with Seamus.

“But you are,” Neville insisted. “You fought at the Battle of Hogwarts.”

“As did several others.” Dean shook his head. “We are not like you, Neville.”

“Me?” Neville looked at them flabbergasted. “I’m not a hero.”

Seamus laughed. “If you say so.”

Neville opened his mouth to explain to his friends why he was not a hero and that it was ridiculous to say so, when he realized that somehow the pub had fallen silent.

He turned.

In the middle of the room stood Draco Malfoy, of all people. People had given him a rather wide berth although his stance was not menacing and he held both hands up at about the height of his shoulders, palms turned outwards, fingers spread.

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#Panville #Dramione #as side pair #Neville x Pansy #Slytherdor #Neville Longbottom #Draco Malfoy #Luna Lovegood #The Grangers #perks of casting a patronus

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selenesheart · 3 years

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bonjour // l.l. & p.p

pairing: pansy parkinson x fem!reader x luna lovegood

word count: 1.0k

summary: you and your girlfriends fuck after a long time of not seeing each other.

warnings: smut, poly relationship, threesome, pet names, cunnulingus, eating out, fingering, face sitting.

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walking hand in hand with one of your girlfriends, luna lovegood, you two were making your way to the slytherin common room, more specifically to the black haired girl’s room.

pansy parkinson. the girl that you loved just as much as luna. the two girls made you feel incredibly loved, even after not seeing each other for more than two weeks.

that was the main reason why you two were walking to pansy’s dorm. because countless nights studying and working were making it difficult to even greet each other in the morning.

finally arriving to your destination, you opened the door slowly, just to be met by a rather annoyed pansy, who was apparently reading some potions book, her back pressed against the headboard, you two could sense her frustration from the moment you stepped in the room.

her head turned quickly at the sound of her door creaking, ready to hex whoever dared to interrupt her studying session. giving her a soft smile, luna closed the dorm’s door softly. pansy relaxed immediately after her vision caught the sight of her lovely girlfriends standing at the entrance.

“hey baby, you seemed stressed. what’s up?” you spoke to pansy, making your way to her and kissing her soft lips passionately. luna doing the same shortly after.

“it’s just— ” the slytherin girl sighed, “just a lot of work and papers to do, it’s draining me” she spoke softly, trying to not freak her partners out. but the two of you understood, all the exhausting works the professors have been assigning these past few weeks.

you three chatted for a while, about whatever came in mind, enjoying yourselves. after cleaning pansy’s dorm a bit, you laid down in the right side of her bed, smiling softly at the sight of your girlfriends holding hands. leaning towards pansy, you connected your lips with her pink ones once again, but this time was more rough, you two needed this more than ever. weeks of not seeing each other made the three of you crave each other even more.

placing yourself on top of the slytherin’s lap, getting a hold of her collar, to kiss her deeper. after a few moments, luna squeezed pansy’s hand, indicating her that she wanted some attention.

disconnecting her lips with yours, pansy moved her head toward the blonde girl, kissing luna with the same force. meanwhile, you began unbuttoning the black haired girl’s shirt eagerly, the need of seeing, touching her skin growing by the minute.

eventually, you undressed pansy, leaving her in her undergarments. first, it was pansy, then luna, who was already unclasping her bright blue bra, her soft mounds on view. and lastly, you, trying to desperately take your panties off as soon as possible.

laying down, you brought luna with you until she was straddling your torso as pansy placed herself in between your legs, admiring your cunt, smirking as she saw how wet you were from just seeing her girlfriends naked.

massaging luna’s pale thighs gently, you brought her up a little more, until she was hovering over your face, your lips ready to devour her pussy. your eyes stuck in luna’s cunt as pansy began kissing lightly your exposed thighs, you took that as your sign to began licking luna’s lips, breathy moans were heard from above you.

gripping the headboard tightly, luna began to lightly roll her hips, trying to create more friction between your face and her desperate cunt. you started to licking and kissing luna slit, as pansy began circling your clit gently with her fore and middle finger making you buck your hips.

“mmm you taste so good, darling” you whispered to luna, the vibrations making her let out a long whine. one of her hands was placed on top of her breast, playing with it, adding to the pleasure.

meanwhile, pansy fingers were reaching placing inside you that had you moaning against luna. your girlfriend’s tongue joined her fingers, massaging around your clit, your palm making its way to her head, while you rolled your hips up to meet her fingers.

while luna cried out, your tongue entered her tight hole easily, going in and out of her, making her eyes roll to the back of her head. moans of your name left luna’s lips repeatedly, encouraging you to go faster.

“hm i love this cunt— always so good” pansy hummed against you, making you cry out from the pleasure. even if pansy didn’t received pleasure this night, she was more than pleased to eat you out.

after a bit of you three going at it, your orgasm began to build up. luna’s thighs began to shake uncontrollably, from both the pleasure and her rather uncomfortable position.

“‘m— y/n” luna moaned loudly, “‘m— close— ah!” her angelic voice reached your ears, making you faster, while on of your fingers massaged her clit roughly. your other hand was back on her thigh, soothing it gently.

pansy was also, going on an animalistic speed, her arms hooked around your quivering thighs, keeping your hips in placed as her tongue entered you abused pussy.

eventually, luna came all over your face, screaming and moaning, shaky hands coming down to the top of your head. you hummed at the taste of her liquids, making her buck her hips at the light vibrations.

while you tried to ride luna out of her high, your orgasm hit you unexpectedly, making you scream, causing pansy to be grateful for placing a silencing charm beforehand. luna would let a couple of light moans every once in a while as pansy collected all your juices in her mouth.

after you two calmed down, luna propped herself on top of the dirty mattress. breathing heavy, you helped pansy get up and kissed her deeply, the taste of you still in her tongue.

pansy backed away, just to witness the most attractive sight she has ever seen. you and luna, fucked out on top of her bed, with shaky thighs and bare, puffy cunts. luna’s bright hair going everywhere, and your beautiful but sweaty face on display for her.

a view that she would most likely wank off to a few days later.

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clarrissanewt · 2 years

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Attraction and Love

Pairing: Harry Potter x fem!reader

Warnings: college!au, enemies to lovers, swearing

Requested?: no, but definitely wanted;)

Summary: A college, two rivals and an unending urge to strangle each other's throat- where would the undeniable attraction show it's color?

A/n: thought of this with zero experience on college life, do let me know if something's wonky!

To say her spirits were high today, would be an understatement. Second semester of the third year needs to be given some (or maybe all the) credits.

Finally she can pick a course where there wouldn’t be a need to see the goddamn face of Potter.

Yeah, yeah, whatever.

“Lupin, honestly, just throw me a class where he won’t be there.”

The grey-haired man sighed, nuzzling his face in his palms. Shaking his head at the girl in front of him, he titled the screen of his computer towards her. “Psychology might go well with chemistry… you got biology too?”

Y/n looked at her advisor beady eyed. “...yeah.”

“Alright. That’s all,” the sound of the button resonated throughout the room as Lupin sat back in anticipation.

“Psychology it is,” she typed furiously in her phone, and judging by the smile on her face, Lupin knew it had to be Weasley on the other side. “Ginny’s in the course too?”

“Yeah, all your friends are, on the side note, this class meets thrice a week- alternate days- Monday, Wednesday and Friday. You can check the timings with Professor McGonagall.”

Doing a little dance mentally, she braced up her sling bag, and cooing a ‘thanks, have a great day’, she skipped towards the dorms.

Was she anticipating psychology because it would be fun? ...maybe

Was she anticipating it because he won’t be there? ...definitely yes!

“Before we enter the hell hole of the second semester,” Y/n giggled at her red-haired friend, as she fell back on the bean bag beside Hermione, “we need to have fun!”

Pansy sent a look to Y/n which read like ‘have they drunk their ass off?’ to which she only passed another look.

First semester wasn’t that bad; Y/n had excelling scores in her courses except the fact that he got almost the same in all the classes they shared.

The only class she seemed to like in his presence was chemistry. Oh, before you ask the reason, they had Professor Snape.

Pretty self-explanatory.

“Look, look, look,” Hermione ticked her fingers in suspicion, “if only Ginny and I would be honest, it wouldn’t be worth it…”

Pansy clicked her tongue in disgust while Luna drifted into the kitchen to help the tipsy Ginny.

“Just for tonight,” Y/n pulled the raven-haired girl beside her, who was still shooting glares at Granger for the stunt she was pulling in. “I’m happy for today.”

“Because you snogged that high rated guy?” The Weasley cackled from the counter, earning a light smack from the blonde. “What do they call him…? Potter!”

Y/n rolled her eyes as she drifted to open the windows, the first reason being, he would get disturbed.

Yeah, don’t judge this girl by her mind.

“I heard he took psychology this semester.”

‘He toOK WHAT?”

“Psychology?” Pansy answered bluntly as she swigged the glass Ginny held out for her.

“Fuck this semester too.”

The bushy-haired girl sniggered from the corner, “I thought you would be happy, it’s the first time in three years that we get the same course.”

“Yeah, but that scar faced Potter? He’s a pain in ass!”

“I beg to differ,” Ginny snorted in amusement, “he’s...how Pansy describes...nice, hot guy…”

“I didn’t!” Pansy retorted as she emptied her glass. “He’s polite though, I never get why you two don’t get together?”

“Oh, I got this,” Y/n leaned forward, earning pretended serious looks from the group. “Back in our first year, we were both running for the same associated student positions, and wow, suddenly we were rivals!”

This met with several ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ from the group.

“On the second note, he gets almost the same marks as me, yeah wait for it, Ginny, that roasts me to level 50. And last semester when Hermione had borrowed his contraband hotspot and managed to set it on fire? Yeah, he framed me for it!”

“I don’t know…” Hermione shrugged at her. “He’s a nice friend of mine-”

“Yeah, but I got framed for it!”

“They need to spend a night together to sort this aggression out,” Luna chirped, which met the hums of all and an eye roll from Y/n.

“Really? What is it, really? A high school?”

“Sounds like a hyped enemies to lover trope!”

➶ ｡˚ °*. * ·

“Before we start with this semester,” Y/n struggled to listen intently, all thanks to the Potter slanders she blabbered the whole night, “I advise you all not to waste your precious time in fighting me. This course of psychology is meant as a-”

The door opened with a ‘wham’ and Y/n didn’t even need to turn around and look towards the door of the lecture hall.

Oh, definitely, it had to be Potter.

She heard a small chuckle from Pansy, who, judging by the smirk on her face, was definitely planning.

“Yes?” Y/n puckered her brows at her. “What is it?”

“Nothing much,” the girl shrugged, “I’m planning on asking Ginny out-”

“What! Really? Why didn’t you tell this sooner?”

“Okay? Wait there. I just thought-”

“As I was saying, before Mr. Potter decided to politely intrude on us,” McGonagall started again, her fingers drumming the surface of the heap of colorful blinders, “The course is meant much as a project rather than lectures. Project as a team of two. By the end of the month, I’d be pleased to let you know that the groups have already been made. Yes, Ms. Weasley, don’t latch on to Granger. If you decide to turn revolutionary, I don’t care.”

Y/n sighed from the last row of the aisles. There wouldn’t be a way she could have been paired with Potter?

“Professor Lupin is on his way, and he will assign you your partners. To avoid plagiarism of ideas, every group will have a different topic.”

To Y/n’s utter dismay all her friends were paired up with each other and as Lupin moved to her at the end, she had already sworn to drop this course.

Of course, it had to be Potter, it had to be Lupin’s doing, for God’s sake!

“It’s Potter?”

“Oh! So our little girl has got smarter,” Professor Lupin grinned as he nodded. “Alright, you can move next to him.”

Y/n poked her head from behind the Professor to find the same uninterested, verdant eyes glaring at her.

Smirking, she pointed to the vacant seat beside her. To Lupin’s utter displeasure, he copied her actions. There was no way their kiddish rivalry would end.

For fifteen minutes, the seat poking game continued. At last, the Professor had to sign in.

“Children, children, you both are twenty one. I can use my authority over you both, but what small children say, let’s compromise?”

“Can’t she just walk to the front of the hall and end this stuff?” The raven-haired boy shot, pointing to the front aisle.

“And you? Too scared to come to the back?”

The whole class of twenty-nine pairs of students along with a pair of professors ogled in interest.

“I call in for compromise!” Lupin chimed in. “It will be a shame if Professor McGonagall handles twenty-nine pairs of students alone and I keep on struggling with one.”

Y/n brushed off the bubbling urge to jump at Potter and strangle him as she followed Lupin to a row exactly in the middle of theirs.

Potter greeted her with a scoff and she replied with another.

“Alright, time for the topic, I’ve five topics for you both to choose from- the twist is you don’t get to see the topic.” He picked up five different blinders and placed them in front of the two explosive students. “Choose a color.”

“Blue-”

“Green-”

“I said blue!”

“Green, Professor, I choose green!”

“I came to the class first,” Y/n squinted in rage as she turned to her assigned partner. “I have the right to choose!”

“I got to know that you will stick to my throat for this semester first. It’s my right-”

The adult inhaled deeply for another hell ride. “Are you both in your terrible-twos, honestly? One of you just suck up your pride and compromise.”

“Fine,” the green-eyed boy huffed after a silent battle of five minutes. “Blue it is.”

Y/n simpered in little victory as she grinned at the Professor. But as she opened the flap of the blinder, her heart latched into the stomach.

“Attraction and Love?”

“Oh, that’s a nice topic!” The Professor winked at them before retreating to the podium.

“Don’t look at me like I knew the fucking topic.”

“That’s why I’m better- I chose green.”

She ignored his ‘self love at it’s best’ rants as she opened her laptop. “Like I was going to choose that fucking color you chose.”

➶ ｡˚ °*. * ·

“What about the time you both actually talked?” Luna tilted her head in curiosity. “Has it ever happened?”

“Why are you all wasting my Sundays over that Potter?” Y/n groaned as she tapped an extremely rude message to him over fixing a better time for discussing the bloody project.

“Come on… loosen up!” Hermione whined as she flapped through her Greek mythology books. “Having an upper hand on Ginny is fun.”

Y/n gave her a look which read, ‘honestly? I’m no book!’

“That was...well, that was back in the first year too. The time when we were choosing our student organizations. You remember that day when he walked into me? That very day!”

“Yeah…” the bushy-haired girl yawned. “I’ve to admit, he looked super cute that day.”

“Hermione,” Y/n warned as she typed yet another rude message, “he’s your best friend.”

“I know but I’m just complimenting! His blue eyes looked so charming!”

“Excuse me?” Y/n looked at her in disbelief. “He’s got green eyes.”

“And I thought you said you never look at him!” Hermione howled as she poured herself a glass of water.

“Hermione, that’s gross.”

“Alright, what about Attraction and Love?”

Luna and Hermione chuckled as Y/n walked out of the room, the laptop tucked under her arm.

“Open the damn door!” The girl shouted as she continued slamming the door. “Potter, I swear, if you don’t, I’ll do something even I don’t know.”

On the other hand, there was a tense silence inside. As Draco and Ron watched the raven-haired boy pacing in the kitchen at the ever increasing pace of banging. “Can’t any one of you just tell her I don’t exist?”

Ron shook his head and motioned towards the door.

What bloody nice friends he has got.

Slowly, he opened the creaking door, just enough to get a glimpse of her face.

“Oh? Are you standing in front of my door?” He smiled at her. “Let me just politely slam the door on your face.”

“Don’t you dare!” She stuck her foot between the door, still scared that he is Potter, and he knows no restraint of rudeness when it comes to her. So to be honest, there were ninety nine percent chances he would still close the door on her foot.

No matter how out of luck she is when it comes to him, he did not close the door.

Oh God, just bless him a little.

“As much as I hate sharing this semester with you, I just wanted to inform you that I’ve already started.”

“So have I,” he huffed and walked inside, leaving her no option but to follow.

“What are you on? Page two?”

“Not exactly. I’m on twenty.”

“You are not.”

“Oh, you bet, I’m.”

Alright, maybe coming here wasn’t the nicest plan.

➶ ｡˚ °*. * ·

With two weeks into the project, Y/n was shaking in disapproval that more than half of the class had already completed their project on their respective topics, but whenever they met together, there seemed no way out to even write an extra page.

Sentences were slashed out due to lack of a comma, a foreign word as ‘adolescence’ and what not.

Y/n definitely had the murderous urge to throw his goddamn specs, shut the laptop and just walk away.

If Lupin ended up pairing them together, oh lord, then Lupin sucks.

And right now, as she climbed the stairs for the chemistry class, seeing Potter was the last straw on her hat.

As soon as their glares met (if it would have been a movie, some window must have shattered with the intensity of their glare), they both started racing up the five flights of stairs, three steps a time, apparently due to some reason even they didn't know.

“I’m telling you, just stop! Don’t follow me!”

“Follow? You?” He seethed back. “Maybe you should stop! Just stop running!”

No matter what happened in those five minutes, they didn’t stop unless they were standing (more like slouching) in front of the chemistry class, panting heavily and trying to avoid the amused looks of their classmates.

“Yes?” Y/n mentally groaned at the flick of black robes as Professor Snape stood in front of them. “You both are late.”

So there were no surprises when they both sat at the back of the class, not to mention, together.

“You know?” Y/n tried to ignore him whispering beside her as she continued to vigorously pen down the notes. “I’ve the keys to the roof of the Chem building...and you look like you need somewhere to-” Her eyes dilated as she slammed her hand onto his mouth, nearly knocking him off his chair.

“Honestly, shut up. Or I'll leave your goddamn chair and you bloody fall down.”

And again they were interrupted by the Professor’s glare and a smooth remark of ‘Get out the class.’

➶ ｡˚ °*. * ·

“Your friends are suing my friends over their good looks-”

“No, please wait,” Y/n held up her free hand, the other still latching onto the door. “ It’s more like your friends are suing my friends over their good looks, and wow, I didn’t know I had to be stuck up with you tonight for completing that shit, well...hello there.”

This time, she eyed him intently, the black sweats did make him look good. Ignoring the weird palpitations that were going straight into her brain, she closed the door behind him.

“Don’t risk sitting here. We can do it in my bedroom?”

“And why’s that?”

“Drunk Hermione and Ginny are dangerous.”

So that was it.

As she sat on the corner of her bed, politely leaving him the other corner of the room (where he had to sit on the floor), furious typing followed, with occasional comments on the sentence structure.

“Your headphones are really loud!” Y/n shouted at him. “Like I can make out Mendes’ lyrics and I’m legit sitting across the fucking room!”

He looked at her oddly. Was it true they were loud? Should he lower them?

But on the second thought, he decided, fuck her.

After five minutes of silence, he gasped unexpectedly, garnering her attention.

“What?”

“You work for the campus radio station, don’t you?”

“Yeah-”

“And you are the one who passively and aggressively keeps dedicating songs to me!”

“That’s not true!”

“Wait-” he scrunched his nose at her bashful expression. “Is that a smile?”

He smiled as he heard her walk away with a small shout of “if you tell anyone about this, I’m fucking killing you!”

➶ ｡˚ °*. * ·

Just an hour before they were supposed to be submitting the file, yet, all thanks to their sudden literary genius brains, every sentence had become a battlefield.

“That’s wrong.”

“And what’s wrong with that?”

“Just telling.”

As a notification flashed over his screen, he deleted another full paragraph of her, because hey, she deleted his sentence.

“No, no, no!” She kicked him on the shin as he simpered. “You fucking cheat!”

“Oh really?” She saw him leaning intensely on the table, and decided to grab that so-called intimidating position. “You cheated first!”

“No, seriously, I want to bloody throw this laptop on your face, but I decided that you aren’t worth it.”

As she moved back, breathing heavily, he followed, his glare prominent over her. And then, it all clicked him.

“You are a genius, aren’t you? So tell me, Y/n L/n, what have you even known about attraction.”

“Oh, Newton, I have got this,” she clicked her finger challengingly. “When attracted to someone, your eyes dilate. Psychology says that bodies sweat more and move in sync, due to mirroring habits people have when they are high on endorphins. Dopamine levels rise as well as serotonin. Dopamine helps regulate movement, attention, learning, and emotional responses. It also enables us not only to see rewards but to take action to move toward them. Since dopamine contributes to feelings of pleasure and satisfaction as part of the reward system. It also plays a part in addiction. Serotonin in the brain is thought to regulate anxiety, happiness, and mood. The more you have the better your mood. It was also seen that the putamen and the insula light up on an MRI. Indicating that the studied person is experiencing feelings of romantic love, or attraction.”

She ended triumphantly, totally out of breath. “Oh wait, did I add holding deep gazes and increased body temperature? Yeah, fucking take it.”

Potter just smirked in response, and of course, seeing this weird retortment, Y/n couldn’t help but wipe her temple of a stray drop of sweat.

What he wanted, honestly?

“Do you notice? I think the bloody hell not.”

“Notice what?”

“Your eyes are dilated- every fucking time you argue with me. You did sweat, don’t think I don’t see what you do, and your body moves in sync for whatever reasons you stated. And oh, wait” he mimicked the last part as he shut the laptop, leaning extremely close to her. “Have you never held deep gazes with me? So let me know, Y/n L/n, do you really hate me or has this been attraction this whole time?”

For the next two minutes, everything remained still. As his hot breath continued fanning over her, she squeezed her eyes shut.

Was she an absolute tosser this whole time?

The whole world felt like shattering at their feet as she captured his lips in a kiss. He groaned, pushing her into the wall, as her teeth dug into his lips.

Maybe, it had been attraction this whole time.

By the time his lips attacked her neck for the second time, her eyes had snapped open, pushing him back.

“Fucking hell, Harry, the project!”

“Alright, everyone in their places!” Lupin chimed behind McGonagall who strolled to collect the projects. Everyone seemed to be in their seats, except- oh, the pain in ass pair.

Idly walking, he reached the last row and stood near Ginny.

“Where are those two? Didn't kill each other for sure?”

Ginny looked up with a small laugh. “No, but you might want to sit down to listen. Five minutes before the class started, Harry picked up Y/n and ran out of the campus- no, Y/n was kissing him.”

To Ginny’s utter astonishment, Lupin had swooned there.

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weasleytwinwheezes · 3 years

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Without You |DM|

Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!Reader

Inspired by: Therefore I am by Billie Eilish

Summary: after months of healing from her breakup with Draco, y/n finally moves on but it seems as though Malfoy wants her back

part two

Warnings: angst and some cussing

Word Count: 1.5k

Authors note: first Draco fic! I’m a total simp for him but I would also very much like to cuss him out lol

Flashbacks are in bold italics!

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“You’re crazy to ever believe that you ever meant anything at all to me,” he spat at you. Each word cutting you to the bone.

“You’re so damn beautiful, Y/N. You mean the whole world to me,” he whispered, snuggling into your neck.

Looking into his bloodshot eyes, the color seemed to have drained away. Leaving nothing but two dead eyes staring back at you.

“Liar,” you choked out, fully aware of the tears spilling down your cheeks.

“You really love me?” you shyly asked, staring into his soft grey eyes.

“I promise with all of me, my dear,” he reassured you, lips already on yours.

A harsh laugh ripped throughout the air, “Liar? Trust me darling, that's the only truthful thing that’s came out of my mouth in months.”

Your chest felt heavy and you could feel your lungs struggling to catch a breath. The ache that filled your heart was spreading throughout your body as you watched him turn down the stairs. The stone was cold underneath you as you sat in the place that once held your happiest memories with him. The two of you had made the Astronomy Tower your ‘spot’ and now it would forever be tarnished with the memories of the awful words he had spoken. Now laying down the sobs racked your body, half-hearted screams watched throughout the empty stairwell. Where you silently hoped he could hear every last one of them.

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Numb.

That’s all you truly felt. No other word quite summed it up. You had finally stopped crying after what felt like weeks. You still however searched for his hair in crowds but your eyes no longer started to tear up whenever you heard the sound of his voice. Unfortunately, you still saw him in classes and the common room. Until now, you had never hated being a Slytherin.

The day after things had ended, he showed up to breakfast with Pansy fuckin’ Parkinson. Desperate for just an ounce of his affection, she had wound herself around him like the slimy snake she was. A cocky smile sent your way was enough to cause you to sprint out of the Great Hall. You spent most of the day in Myrtle's bathroom, listening to her trash talk about Pansy while you cried to her.

“She really looks like she got hit square in the face as a child. Possibly with a brick,” Myrtle laughed out.

Her snide remarks about the pair of them, is the only reason you didn’t pack your bags to go home. Which, frankly, you had definitely considered after the embarrassment of it all. Honestly, you hadn’t even had the chance to tell your friends and he does that? Mortified didn’t even cover how you felt.

Looking back at that day brought a sour taste to your mouth. Thankfully, your two best friends stuck by your side the entire time. Knowing they could say ‘I told you so’ at any moment filled you with dread, because they did tell you. But Hermione and Ginny just held you while you cried. They made you shower after the third day of just laying in bed. They both kept snacks in their bags after they noticed you no longer eating at meals. They practically forced you to start sitting at the Gryffindor table during meal times. If it wouldn’t have been for them, you would have just wasted away.

“Oi, space cadet? Where were you?” Ginny teased, but you could see the worry etched along her face.

“As Luna would say, I was far away from here,” you responded, absentmindedly stirring the tea that sat in front of you.

“Is it bad today?” questioned Hermione with soft eyes.

“It’s okay. I’m okay, really guys,” you sincerely responded.

A soft smile laid upon both of their faces as they looked at you. You might look like an empty shell of a person on the outside, but on the inside you were healing.

“Well as long as you’re okay, I have some news for you!’ Ginny exclaimed.

“What might that be? Did you finally trick Harry into snogging you instead of Cho?” you asked, chuckling at the sour face she made. It seems like Harry and Cho may still be a touchy subject for the younger Gryffindor.

“Oh hush you know that’s not it! I heard from a little birdie that one of my brothers may fancy you,” she grinned slyly, watching your every move.

Dumbstruck you stared at her before you quietly asked, “Which one? You’ve got to be joking!”

“Fred! You ninny! He’s only been pining over you since the 3rd year!” Ginny laughed.

“Seriously Y/N, did you forget how pissed he was when everything first happened? It took Harry, George, and Ron to keep him hexing Draco!” Hermione spoke.

The faint memory of Fred yelling at the blonde came to you. This memory seemed to spark others inside of you. Fred always holding open the door, his sly remarks at your former lover, the way he always gave you gifts in your house colors, and so many more. The realization hit you like a ton of bricks, Fred Weasley fancies you.

“Just promise me you won’t make him your rebound or anything like that. I know you’re hurt but don’t hurt him in the process of trying to heal yourself,” Ginny warned.

Nodding your head you replied, “Of course Ginny. I wouldn’t do that to him, besides I don’t even know what I feel for him. If I even feel anything. But I promise, I won’t do anything until I know.”

Hooking the two of your pinkies together, you made a promise not to hurt her brother. Laughing as you pulled your hands away, you didn’t notice the grey eyes fixated on your every move. For the first time in weeks, you weren’t interested in seeking out the attention of Draco Lucius Malfoy.

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Six months since Draco.

Truthfully, you were happy. You know longer searched for him in a crowd or tried to catch a glimpse of him in the common room. You stopped trying to be the girl he wanted and you had never felt better. Although things didn't work out with Fred, the two of you had a remarkable friendship and he was dating Angelina now. He never tried to push you and didn’t seem to take the blow too hard when you told him you didn’t reciprocate his feelings. You had a slight inkling he had already started to crush on his fellow Gryffindor.

Shaking yourself from your thoughts, you looked around the Great Hall which seemed to be buzzing with joy. Christmas had came to Hogwarts and everyone was thrilled. Trees were decorated and twinkled with lights. The entire atmosphere changed this time of year and you couldn’t help but be envious of it. You sighed inwardly thinking of all the holiday parties your parents would force you to go to and the thought of seeing Malfoy there.

While stirring the hot chocolate sat in front of you, you didn’t notice the person lingering a few feet from you.

“Y/N, can we talk?” a voice spoke, causing you to snap your head upwards.

A scowl immediately found home on your features, surprising not only you but Draco Malfoy.

“What could we possibly have to talk about, Malfoy?” you hissed, never breaking eye contact.

“Last name? That’s harsh even for you, Y/N,” he spoke.

“Don’t call me that and go away,” you replied, rage filling you.

“Can we please go somewhere? I need to speak to you privately,” he pleaded.

“No. I’m not going anywhere with you. So if you really have to say something to me, you can say it here,” you harshly replied.

“Look, I’m sorry. I was a fool and I hurt you. I didn’t mean what I said. I did love you. I still do. What we had was real and I want it back,” he lowly responded, eyes threatening to spill the tears that stilled along his waterline.

A loud, bitter laugh left your mouth. If you wouldn’t have been the one to release it, you would have sworn Bellatrix LeStrange was in Hogwarts.

“You have some fucking nerve Malfoy! After months of letting me waste away thinking that I was some unlovable loser, you say this. Well hear me out this time- I don’t love you. You’re incapable of love. You chew people up and then spit them out when you’re finished with them. You think that you’re the man but you’re just a scared little boy. I’m tired of pretending that you were ever good to me. You don’t hurt people you love,” you screamed, not caring to cause a scene.

You watched as Draco looked around the room, guilt plastered along his face. He looked back at you, tears now falling down his face and took a step back. Ice ran through your veins when you saw the tears, never had you seen him cry. Not even as children when he fell and scraped a knee. Without another word, he spun around and hurried out of the Great Hall leaving you to wonder if he was actually telling the truth.

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cafeacademia · 3 years

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Belonging

Draco x Muggleborn!Reader

Summary: While you and Draco share a sweet friendship, you’re not sure he’ll ever feel the same way about as you do about him.

Warnings: Worry of unrequited love, lots of gentle soft fluff, Draco being a sweet boy.

Word count: Approx 3600

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NOTE: This fic works with any house except for Slytherin purely for the nature of the storyline

A/N: Hi loves! I took a little while to write this one, it’s kind of been in the works for several days because I just had some trouble getting some of the scenes in this right. I hope you enjoy some soft Draco 💖 Gif is my own

It was warm under his gaze, the soft smiles he would give you, the way he would look at you as if just being with you put the whole world right again and things in your presence were perfect.

His touch was even sweeter, the way his fingers brushed carefully against your cheek, his smile widening as he caught a glimpse of your shy smile, unable to hold his gaze as he shared a moment with you, because as much as you adored him, you could never admit it. And even if you did, would Draco Malfoy even want you, a muggle-born witch that did not share his house? As much as you wanted to believe that he might, you knew at the very least that his father would not accept you, not to mention the people who aligned themselves with him that Draco was around often and so you hid your feelings beneath your shy smiles and soft laughs, hoping you were not too obvious.

“What are you thinking about, love?” Draco asked as you shared a sweet moment together, standing on the bridge, overlooking the school grounds and the lake while you waited for your next class. Glancing over at him, your gaze was tender as you looked at him, his soft, slightly tousled ashen hair and light grey eyes, contrasted with his dark robes and the thick green and silver scarf that was draped over his shoulders. “Not a lot, I’m just enjoying it out here.” You lied, looking back towards the view ahead of you before Draco could catch you looking, but really he had already caught you and he couldn’t help the little smile that felt so uncontrollable after seeing that look in your eyes when you looked at him.

“What’s on your mind?” You turned the question back around on him, the Slytherin smiling to himself as he drew in a breath to speak. “How beautiful the view here is.” He replied, chancing a quick glance at you. Draco liked you. He knew he did and nearly from the moment he’d first seen you he had developed a liking for you, though he couldn’t quite tell if it was a crush or a soft spot he held for you. Either way, he adored your company and out of everyone else in the castle, you were the most accepting and the most calming person he had come across.

And had it not been for Professor Flitwick pairing you both together on a class project a few years prior, Draco never would have gotten to know you and he was always thankful for the bond the pair of you had formed over your years at Hogwarts together. Looking at you in the cold winter sunlight, Draco watched as the gentle rays of light cast a beautiful hue over you and as he admired you, he found himself deeply captivated, every bit of tension or stress that had bothered him earlier in the day seemed so far away now that he was with you.

But as the low, heavy ring of the clocktower bell broke the peace of your shared moment, Draco found himself wondering what it was that he really felt for you. “Come on, we’ve got potions.” You said softly, turning away from the beautiful view before Draco joined you in walking to class.

Despite the sweet moments the pair of you shared, the lingering looks and the soft, accidental touches that last only a second before you shyly pull away, you knew that even if you did tell Draco about how you felt, that he wouldn’t reciprocate those feelings back.

Walking into the potions classroom, you walked towards your usual spot with Draco stopping to talk to Blaise Zabini on his way in. “C’mon Draco, sit at the back with us.” Pansy Parkinson called him over with Daphne Greengrass sat with her, an empty chair between them and the ashen haired boy looked over in their direction, casting them both a stupid grin before he crossed the classroom to sit between the two girls. And that was the reason why you knew he wouldn’t feel the same way, because even if he held no prejudice towards you for being a muggle-born witch, he had at least two girls that surrounded Draco with every chance they had, both being very pretty and probably very likable and shared the same house with him.

And to be quite honest, part of the reason why you were sure he didn’t feel that way about you was because on several occasions you had seen Pansy cosy up to him, leaning against his side or standing rather close to him and in one instance, you had seen her kiss him on the cheek, though you seemed to remember at the time that he hadn’t looked best pleased about that.

It was halfway through a practical in your double potions class, having been partnered with Lavender Brown, who for the last half hour had been discussing all of the happenings around the Gryffindor common room with you, that you overheard Daphne Greengrass talking on the next table over from you. “You’re going to Hogsmeade this weekend, aren’t you Draco?” She asked as she weighed out a portion of Billywig wings to create the laughing potion Professor Snape had tasked you all with. “I was wondering if you’d go with me?” Daphne added.

During the pause that followed, you carefully put in three Knarl quills, one at a time and stirred quickly while Lavender held the recipe book and passed you things as she talked. “I don’t know. I did have other plans this weekend.” Draco said blankly and for a moment, his eyes sparing a quick glance at you, though all he could see was the look of sheer concentration on your features as you stared down at your potion. “Well I can join you, I’m not going to Hogsmeade this weekend.” Pansy cut in.

But before you could listen any further, Lavender grabbed your arm with enthusiasm. “The recipe says we have to giggle at it.” She told you brightly. “Giggle at it?” You asked and as if your question had been heard, the dungeon was quickly filled with the sound of Neville Longbottom and Harry Potter laughing together at their potion.

Saturday came around faster than you had expected and before you knew it, the trip to Hogsmeade commenced. Hermione, Harry and Ron were in high spirits as they stopped for butterbeer, Luna and Neville quickly joining them. You were stopped a few times, laughter filling the air as Fred and George messed around with flying sweets, George passing you some self inflating bubble gum, which according to the side of the packet, the bubble would get to at least three times the size of a normal bubble gum bubble.

Meandering in and out of the different shops and spending money on things that caught your eyes, you made your way out of the main part of the town and towards the edge of the treeline where it opened up into a clearing that overlooked the Shrieking Shack.

The recent snowfall had blanketed the whole town in several inches of snow, adding to the eerie, yet calm atmosphere that seemed to fall over the shack in the distance. “Mind some company?” His voice broke the silence and you looked back over your shoulder to see Draco standing at the edge of the trees at the end of the pathway that led to the lookout from the village. You smiled at him, perhaps more brightly than you had intended and while you tried your best not to give away how you really felt, Draco was starting to see it.

And as you invited him over, the Slytherin took slow steps towards you, each footfall followed by the soft crunch and creak of the snow beneath him until he was at your side, his eyes meeting yours. “I was looking everywhere for you.” Draco said softly, as if he didn’t want to disturb the gentle quiet that the snow had created. “You were?” You asked, a little bit taken aback by the idea that Draco had been seeking you out. “Of course, as much as I like spending time with the others,” He paused, looking down at you as he reached up to gently move some of your hair out of your face. “It isn’t like spending time with you.” His voice dropped to a soft whisper. Draco didn’t know how to even describe how you made him feel, but whenever he saw you, whenever he was at your side, Draco felt nothing but calmness and warmth and there was another feeling that he couldn’t quite put his finger on, that seemed to escape him.

His words made you break out into a little smile and Merlin, Draco thought you were the sweetest. He’d never known someone to be so shy and sweet in his presence, to be so accepting of him in every way and somehow it felt as if you didn’t quite know what it was you did to him, how you made him feel.

You wondered what made him seek your attention, rather than that of Pansy or Daphne, or any other girl for that matter, and as you wondered, it was as if Draco knew what you were thinking. “The other girls - Pansy is nice, she’s my friend but,” He sighed looking down at his hands for a moment as he gathered his words. “She can be very intense. And I suppose Daphne can be too.” “I like the way it makes me feel when I’m with you.” He added. Your eyes almost widened at that and you quickly looked up at him to see that Draco was smiling softly at you and your heart near melted. “How does that feel?” You asked quietly. He smiled, drawing in a breath to respond, eyes shifting into the distance as he thought about it for a moment.

How was he supposed to describe that fluttering he felt every time he so much as saw you? How was Draco meant to put into words the indescribable longing he had to be with you each day and how much he wished he could work out what it was that it meant? And then there was that heart fluttering feeling that Draco had never felt before but it warmed him like nothing ever had.

“Like I belong.” He finally replied in a dreamy tone, the Slytherin deep in thought as his eyes looking down from the horizon to catch your gaze and his smile widened, his fingers gently brushing against your cheek. You felt yourself warm, not just at his words but his touch too and your words escaped you, lips parted, wanting to say something, but a comfortable silence overtook you. Draco smiled sweetly at you, he didn’t expect a response and the flustered look of flattery on your features was more than enough to tell him how you felt.

“Draco!” His name was called from nearby and he muttered a mildly annoyed bugger under his breath. “I’ll see you later, won’t I?” He asked in a softer tone. “You always manage to find me.” You nodded, giving him a sweet smile, Draco giving you a bright, lopsided grin as he reached forwards and took your hand in both of his. “Meet with me later?” He asked softly, his thumbs gently rubbing the back of your hand. “In the owlery before dinner.” He added, eyes fixed on yours as he waited for an answer. “I’ll be there.” You nodded, giving him an almost uncontrollable smile and Draco’s grin widened at your answer before he leaned over to press a gentle kiss to your cheek.

And with confidence in his stride, Draco let go of your hand and backed away from you with that dreamy lopsided grin of his before he turned away and took a quick jog back towards the village, Blaise Zabini calling out for him again before he even reached the pathway.

It wasn’t long before the trip to Hogsmeade came to an end and you all made your way back home to the castle. Though, while everyone else was enthusiastically discussing everything they had bought and things they had seen, chatting among themselves and while Ginny Weasley and Luna Lovegood walked alongside you, talking about Hogsmeade, your mind wandered to Draco.

He had never asked you to meet him before, except for that one occurrence when you had been working on an assignment together, but this was different. There wasn’t a school related purpose and the way he had asked you had completely melted your heart and left you with your heart beating fast and cheeks that felt hot to the touch. The kiss on the cheek was rather what had caused that reaction though and for the remainder of the trip, you had worn a positively dreamy, uncontrollable smile.

The walk back to Hogwarts seemed to fly by and before you knew it, you were walking up the icy steps to the owlery. It was much colder as the sun hung low on the horizon, twilight drawing in as the last warm pink hues of light streaked across the few clouds that were in the sky.

You gripped the stone stairway tightly as you walked up the steps carefully, the ice making the steps particularly difficult to walk on. “Careful not to slip, love.” Draco seemingly came out of nowhere and you jumped when you’d heard his voice behind you, losing your footing on the icy steps, but Draco was quick to take hold of you and stop you from stumbling or falling.

“You won’t fall love, I’ve got you.” He smiled, stepping up to your side, the ashen haired boy chuckling softly at the look of mild embarrassment on your features. And to make it worse - or perhaps better, Draco had kept his hold on you and you realised just how close to each other you were. “Thank you.” You managed to get out in your flustered state, hoping it wasn’t too obvious that his touch seemed to make your heart skip a beat, but you had a feeling that at this point, there was very little point in hiding your liking for Draco, because you were pretty sure you had outed yourself at least more than once.

Taking your hand in his, Draco led you up the last few steps before you both reached the top of the stairs to find a beautiful view of the grounds. “I’d take you up to the top, but it’s a bit too icy.” Draco said, glancing over his shoulder at the entrance to the owlery. The door was shut, but you could still hear the owls hooting and chattering and moving about their roosts, the odd one here and there coming in to land and climbing into the tower by the little owl sized holes around the entire perimeter of the building.

Giggling, you cast your eyes down at your hands, yours fitting perfectly in his. “I don’t think going up is a good idea, I’d probably fall down the first step.” You joked, and while you said it in a playful manner, you knew you were more clumsy when you were around Draco, his presence always making you a little too flustered to fully concentrate on what you were doing. “I’d catch you if you did, sweetheart.” Draco replied, the name he used for you giving you butterflies while your heart fluttered in your chest and you wondered if he knew what he did to you.

“I’m sorry for asking you to come all the way out here, I would have asked you to meet me in the castle, but it’s hard to get a moment alone.” He told you, shifting a bit closer to your side. “It’s okay, the company and the view are certainly worth it.” You smiled, relaxing against him without realising at first, but as you leaned your head against his shoulder, you suddenly pulled away and looked away from him shyly. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to.” You rushed your apology out, but Draco shook his head, smiling as he let go of your hand to put his arm around your shoulder and gently pull you back against his side. “You never need to apologise to me, darling.” Draco reassured you calmly. “Besides, I never said I didn’t like it, did I?” He asked in a teasing tone, making you smile. “I suppose not.” You giggled softly.

And as you relaxed against him, letting out a breath you hadn’t realised you had been holding in, you felt yourself melt into his side, your head resting on his shoulder again as you watched the last rays of sunlight disappear and the twilight grow into a cool deep blue hue.

A soft breeze rustled the trees, the gentle patter of snow began to fill the air as the clouds came back in, casting a deeper grey blue across the sky and you shivered, Draco smiling as he tugged you even closer to your side.

“You know, earlier when I told you how I feel around you,” Draco paused, his breath swirling up in the cold air as he let out a breath. “You really do make me feel like I belong.” He smiled, looking over at you as he gently squeezed you against his side. “But there’s something else too, like this overwhelming feeling of-.” Draco stopped himself, eyes meeting yours, though his grey eyes held an air of deep thought. “A feeling of what, Draco?” You asked quietly with an edge of intrigue to your tone.

What was it really? It was more than a sense of belonging. It was deeper than a good friendship. It was more than just knowing the other person. It was as if, despite your different personalities, you were just meant to be. Perhaps the butterflies and the fluttering in his chest and the way his heart skipped a beat whenever you smiled or giggled or even looked at him was more than just a little crush.

“Love.” It came out as a whisper and for once, you watched as a soft pink blush blossomed on Draco’s cheeks and for a moment you were sure you were daydreaming this all up in the silence between you, but the longer you held his warm gaze and Draco looked at you with nothing but love in his eyes, you knew it was very much real. “You love me?” You whispered, your smile almost uncontrollable, but your eyes told him you were in disbelief, because throughout the years of knowing one another and becoming as close as you had, you told yourself time and time again that there was no way Draco Malfoy would like you that way, let alone love you.

“I love you.” Draco told you, his voice sincere and his smile soft and warm. “I love you too.” You replied, a little blown away because in all of the years you had known the Slytherin boy, you hadn’t once thought anything like this would ever happen. And without sparing another moment, Draco pulled you into his arms, his hands coming up to gently cradle your head as he leaned in to kiss you. He was tender and sweet as his lips moved against yours, warm and loving and you quickly melted against him, your fingers slowly brushing over his chest and slipping beneath the lapels of his long black coat to rest against his warm jumper. Draco held you with one hand resting on your lower back, while he gently held your cheek with the other, his lips soft and warm against yours as he kissed you slowly.

The snow fell in a gentle flurry around you as Draco deepened the kiss, your hands moving up to meet at the back of his neck, pulling yourself even closer to him. You felt your heart flutter and it was impossible not to smile into the kiss.

As he parted from you, Draco looked down at you with warmth and love in his eyes. Looking back on all of the moments you had spent with Draco, even from the very beginning those years ago when you had been paired together on that class project, there had always been something between you. And between the longing looks and the lingering touches, the secret meetings and the times he’d sneak up on you while you walked alone to get a giggle out of you. All of those times he came to comfort you and rest his hand gently on your shoulder or gently wipe away your tears with his thumbs and embrace you when you needed someone the most. How had you not seen it? How had you not seen the unconditional nature of his love for you? And you supposed in some ways you had seen it, but you were too busy trying to hide your own adoration for Draco and trying not to run away with the idea of being in love with him that it just didn’t quite occur to you.

“Come on darling, let’s head back and warm up with dinner.” Draco smiled, holding his hand out for you to take. “And perhaps you can tell me what you want to do for our first date while we eat?” He added as you placed your hand in his and looked up at him with a bright smile. “That sounds lovely.” You replied. “Not as lovely as you.” Draco grinned, teasing you a little bit. “How romantic of you.” You giggled, shaking your head as he started to walk you down the steps. “Only for you, my sweet girl.” Draco said with sincerity, leaning over to press a gentle kiss to your cheek.

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