theodore nott • may i have this dance?
info: smallish blurb for @thatdammchickennugget’s hogmarch challenge. prompt four. (i know im a day late lol sorry mari ily)
summary: theodore told everyone that dances weren’t his thing and decided he wasn’t going to attend the yule ball. when you agreed to go with cormac, he realized that he’d made a big mistake, and was there for you when you needed him most.
tags: soft and fluffy. shitty cormac per usual.
You should have seen it coming.
You should have damn well known that accepting Cormac's half-assed invitation to the Yule Ball was practically signing up for one thing and one thing only:
a one-way ticket to misery.
The sting of his abandonment wasn’t even the worst of it--though it did occur almost immediately, sneaky bloke somehow managing to slither off before Dumbledore even had the chance to make it to the podium to give the opening fucking speech.
Truthfully, you probably could have gotten over that. With enough drinks, that is.
The real kicker came after the bewildering manner in which he vanished into the ether. The moment he reappeared all the same, as if nothing had even happened, accompanied now by your ex-best friend, clinging to his arm like a fucking lifeline.
His smirk, so brazenly triumphant, seemed to stretch wider than the chasm between you, swallowing up his entire face in a painfully irritating display of mockery and betrayal as he shot you an infuriating wink from across the room, leading your friend through the crowd and into position for the first slow dance.
That was it. There was no goddamn way you were staying in that cursed room for even a millisecond longer.
If not for your ironclad resolve, you were fully convinced you would have set the entire room ablaze in a whirlwind of rage as you stormed out.
Yet, as you downed nearly half the flask of firewhiskey you had concealed beneath your flowing emerald green gown, a profound epiphany struck you: that wretched excuse for a human being didn't merit even a fraction of your emotional investment.
What he truly warranted, from the depths of your seething soul, was a resounding void of utter insignificance.
And with that realization burning in your chest, you pivoted on your heels and pushed your way through the throng, feigning ignorance to Pansy's concerned calls and Mattheo's mocking gaze as he reached out to grasp your arm, undoubtedly ready to ridicule you for being left high and dry before the first damn dance.
Your friends had warned you of this inevitable outcome, but your stubbornness had clouded your ears to their warnings.
You live and you learn, right?
"Wrong," Mattheo, Theodore, Enzo, Blaise, and Draco would have most definitely retorted in unison.
You could practically hear it in the recesses of your mind as you pushed through the large double doors and out into the warm spring breeze flowing through the corridor. They would have reminded you that sometimes it pays to heed the advice of someone who's walked the same path, that perhaps they were genuinely trying to watch out for you for once.
Of course, you would have simply scowled and rolled your eyes in response. You didn't need advice from anyone, definitely not them. Although…it certainly would have paid off to listen just this once…
Just then, in that fleeting moment of mental pondering, an intriguing thought popped into your mind;
Perhaps, just perhaps; you were the problem here.
…..No. Nope. Not even close.
You forcefully dismissed that nagging notion the very second it dared to intrude. No, you couldn’t, and simply wouldn’t entertain the idea that you were at fault here.
The reason you were making a hasty exit from the Yule Ball before the first dance had even commenced, the reason the echo of your black heels striking the cobblestones beneath them reverberated throughout the damp and desolate corridor, was solely because of Cormac.
If you were the problem, you’d be the one in there dancing with whomever you pleased, paying no mind to the feelings of others. Your Yule Ball evening was over. And not even the combined efforts of Godric Gryffindor, Professor Snape, Salazar Slytherin and Filch's bloody cat could have kept you from fleeing.
But in truth, if you were being completely real with yourself, you weren’t even all that bummed. A very large part of you didn’t even want to partake tonight.
Perhaps that was due to the fact that the man you longed to accompany the dance with had adamantly declared his aversion to such festivities, and simply decided not to attend.
But that’s neither here nor there at this point.
As you reached the threshold of the courtyard, your gaze fell upon the breathtaking scene unfolding before you: a moonlit evening enveloped in a torrential downpour, each raindrop hammering against the emerald expanse of grass with relentless force.
It was as tragically beautiful as it was suiting.
And as you were lost in the beauty of nature's fury, you were startled by a husky voice slicing through the stillness, calling out your name from down the hall. Nearly leaping out of your own damn skin, your head snapped to the side, your eyes meeting those of a tall, strikingly handsome Italian man striding purposefully towards you.
"Hey," Theodore called out, his voice gentle yet determined, "Wait up."
You rolled your eyes before you could even stop yourself. Force of habit.
“I saw you leaving,” he continued, his steps quickening as he closed the distance between you. “Are you okay?”
You met his concerned gaze with a raised eyebrow, a hint of sass colouring your reply, "don’t I look okay to you?"
Theodore's gaze caressed you, hunger evident in his half-lidded eyes as they roamed over your form with a blend of admiration and concern. Barely audible, a curse slipped from his lips in Italian before he locked eyes with you once more, a palpable shift in the intensity of his gaze.
"You look more than okay, Bella," he murmured, taking a single step closer. “Doesn’t mean you feel it.”
Your breath caught in your throat, your heart quickening its pace in response to his proximity. As Theodore’s words washed over you, a shiver ran down your spine, your skin tingling with the heat of his gaze.
This was the man you’d longed to attend the dance with tonight. The one who swore he’d never take part in such idiocy. Standing before you, clad in an all black suit.
You didn’t even have a thought to question it—to question him—on what the hell he was doing here, dressed like that—because as you stood there, your temperature rising, you met his eyes, a mixture of vulnerability and longing swirling within your own.
“Maybe not,” you whispered, your voice barely above a breath, “but somehow…you make it hard to feel anything else.”
Theodore's lips curved into a knowing smile, and his tongue darted out to wet them, his eyes locking with yours in silent understanding.
"Then maybe," he murmured, his voice low and intimate, "we should find a way to make you feel everything."
Your entire body froze in place as Theodore slowly extended his hand towards you, the world around you fading into insignificance as if time itself had paused, as if someone had cast a spell on the clock. Almost entirely speechless, you found yourself unable to tear your gaze away from his, the anticipation thick in the air as the distant strains of a slow dance song filtered through the corridor, emanating from the Yule Ball.
With a gentle smile, Theodore broke the silence, his voice barely above a whisper, "may I have this dance?"
As your lips parted to respond, a whirlwind of emotions danced across your face, your eyes flickering between his outstretched hand and the captivating depths of his gaze. A mischievous grin tugged at the corners of your mouth, your usually sassy self left utterly speechless, and with deliberate slowness, you surrendered your hand to his, relishing in the warmth that flooded your senses as he drawed you closer and into his embrace.
Theodore’s hands found their place on your waist with a gentle yet firm grip, pulling you closer to him as if to reassure you of his presence. You reciprocated by resting your palms on his shoulders, feeling the heat emanating from his body, its intensity seeping through the fabric of his suit jacket, igniting a tingling sensation in your fingertips.
You let your eyes trace a path up his strong chest, taking in the subtle rise and fall of his breath beneath the fabric of his shirt. It was then that you noticed the emerald silk tie adorning his neck, its colour mirroring the rich hue of your dress almost perfectly.
Utterly mesmerized, you couldn’t comprehend the way this man had rendered you so bloody speechless. You’d never have expected any of this in a million years.
Finally, you managed to exhale, your voice barely above a whisper, “you…you matched my dress…”
Theodore’s eyes softened as he looked down at you, a tender smile playing on his lips.
“Only because I knew you’d be wearing it,” he replied, his voice warm, a soft caress against your skin. “Cormac is a fucking idiot.”
A breathy laugh escaped your lips, mingling with the soothing melody of the rain and the gentle hum of the slow dance tune. You blinked, looking up at him through your lashes, finding yourself lost in the depth within the ocean of his eyes.
“You knew he’d ditch me,” you whispered, the words barely audible over the soft cadence of the music. As you watched Theodore’s eyes trace the curve of your lips, a flicker of realization dawned upon you. “You were betting on it.”
“I knew you deserved better,” he murmured, a soft swallow rippling through his throat as he spoke, his eyes shimmering beneath the dim glow of the moonlight filtering through the rain-soaked courtyard. “And I was hoping you’d see it too.”
“Why didn’t you try to stop me?” you whispered, your voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability.
You thought back on the advice from the others. All those times Theo was quiet, just watching. Listening.
Theodore’s expression softened, a rueful smile gracing his lips as he reached out to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. “Would you have listened, Bella?”
You could feel the subtle tension dissipate as Theodore's touch lingered on your cheek, and with a gentle swallow, you met his gaze, a playful glint dancing in your eyes as you considered his question.
"Perhaps not," you replied, your voice as teasing as the grin gracing your lips. “I am quite stubborn, aren’t I?”
Theo chuckled, and you were going to leave it at that, remain silent and enjoy the moment for what it was, but as your eyes found his once more, a surge of honesty flooded your senses, rendering you momentarily breathless. The subtle rise and fall of his chest, the way his lips curved up while donning that devilish smirk of his, the sensation of his thumb brushing against your cheek—it was simply all too much to ignore.
"But, you should know,” you confessed softly, "I truly only wanted to go with you."
Theodore blinked, his gaze flickering with surprise at your admission, as if he hadn't expected you to voice your feelings so openly. But there was no denying the electricity crackling in the air between you, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken desires that had lingered beneath the surface for far too long. His fingers threaded gently through your hair, coaxing your face closer to his, and you couldn’t help but lean into his touch, feeling the warmth of his breath against your skin.
"Dances have never really been my thing, Bella..." his voice, a mere whisper, sent your limbs shuddering with nerves. Your fingers trembled slightly against his shoulders, the only anchor keeping you grounded in the intensity of the moment. "But I'd slow dance across the entire castle with you if you asked..."
Leaning closer, Theodore's breath mingled with yours, the warmth of his words sending a shiver down your spine. As he leaned closer, you could hear the subtle hitch in his breath, the tremor in his exhale.
"I was a fool...” as he hovered inches from your lips, you could feel the heat of his breath against your skin, the tension between you reaching its breaking point. “…for not mustering the courage to ask you myself.”
You wet your lips, your eyes bouncing all over his face, your entire body trembling with urgency, with need, with hunger. You’d hardly even heard his words at this point.
“Tell me, Bella…." he breathed, the words longing for an absolution only you could grant him. “Will you ever manage to forgive me?”
With a mischievous glint in your eyes, you leaned as close as you could possibly get, your lips just barely grazing against his, savouring the moment for every bloody second it had.
"Kiss me," you murmured through a grin, your voice barely above a whisper, "and perhaps…just perhaps, I'll find it in my heart to forgive you."
With that, he dipped low, two strong hands finding your face, capturing your lips with his, and you sighed, lids closing, reaching to forage into his hair. A soft exhale escaped him, the kiss deepening, and he cradled your head, holding you closer, his other hand falling to support your neck, thumb skimming your jaw.
You whined, joy glowing in your chest, and you eased against his body, the both of you melting into each other, melting into the moment, the sound of the rain and the rhythmic tune of the slowdance fading away in the foreground.
And as he slowly pulled away from the kiss, Theodore's eyes met yours again, blue orbs shimmering brighter than the moon.
"I’d spend a lifetime making it up to you," he vowed softly, urging your head to rest gently against his chest. "Starting with this dance."
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Lay your hands on me.
ᯤ Title based on the song "if u think i'm pretty" by Artemas.
Summary: You're one of the competitors of the triwizard tournament. You knew the competition was harsh, but the stress your feeling is certanly unexpected. So your... friend? Theodore decides to be your stress relief.
tw: Sexual content, my first time writting smut lol, no corrections made yet.
*Reader is fem
*There's a Game of Thrones reference in here, try to find it!!!
Since you opened the golden egg you knew what you had to do. The gloomy sounds coming out of the egg only made you think one thing. Sirens.
It is said that beauty comes with pain. Pain limit us to do certain things.
Sirens have the most beautiful voice a living being could have, but it is limited to only underwater. Due to that, now you were naked in the prefects bathroom, sinking in the comforting feeling of the foamy water.
You had time to open the egg, but, for now you wanted to relax. These last weeks were exhausting to the least.
You let the hot, and now reeallyy foamy water undo the knots in the back of your neck, without noticing that your friend, Theo, was staring at you right at the other side of the room.
You looked ethereal in his eyes. The foamy water was making your boobs shine and the hot breath was making your not wet skin sweating. You had your eyes closed letting yourself sink in the water as a way to feel better. Theo had a better idea. A better idea to make you stress free. A better idea that would make you feel much better than that warm water.
He would make you sink on his cock instead. He would try to make his body sink completely inside of you of how close you two were.
"I figured you would be here vita mia" (my life)
"Oh my...well I didn't figured you would be here Theo"
"You're stress. I know you enough to decipher your faces" he says as he approached tha bathtub full of bubbles and steam that covered your naked body. "I've seen the littles lines between you eyes and the cute pout on your lips when you survived the dragon. You are thinking to hard, and it's making you look tired my sun and stars... let me help you."
He was already taking his shirt off, and you were already making space for him.
In seconds, seconds that you didn't even notice have passed, Theo was naked inside the water. With his hands roaming your body. You moved your head forward to kiss him, but he moved away.
eh, what¿
You gaved him an inquisitive look. And he just smiled at you before lifting your body out of the water. Making you sit naked in the edge of the giantic bath. "Stand up...please." he pleadead you with a spark in his eyes.
You didn't understand what was happening, it made you slightly uncomfortable the thought of being completely naked and exposed to someone in this way. But the water that was soaking his face, his lashes and curls and the vapour that was leaving his half-open lips maked your brain go white. You stood up, looking right into his eyes.
"Impeccabile" (flawless) he whispered. It was like the word escaped his mouth, it wasn't meant for the outside world. It was just for him, it was his observation.
" Sei perfetta mio sole e mia stella" (you are perfect my sun and stars) he almost whispered that too. That one was suppose to be for your ears only.
While he said that his hands were already imprisioning your body. Pulling you back to the water right in front of him. Right were you belonged.
" I'm gonna fuck you so good baby" Theo said in your ear whereas his right hand was massaging you right boob and his left hand was already stretching you out.
"Lay your hands on me Theo, please" You could feel his fingers thrusting inside of you. You could feel every single detail of his hand on your cunt. You could feel his hot breath and sloppy kisses on your neck. And, you could feel him pushing your body impossibly close to him and his erection.
"Nono, today i'm gonna teach you how to scream in italian tesoro mio" (my treasure)
He was desperate. You were too.
It was no playtime. So he did a favour for the two of you, and pulled everything in.
You shout a small, quick pain sound. It definitly was painful but the realief you felt was more intense than any pain.
"move, please, just move now, i need you" you said fast and in complete need.
"muoviti per favore, ho bisogno di te, thats how you say it"
Theo wasn't moving. Was he really expecting you to say that in that perfect and hot italian accent.
" Ho bisgno di te Theo, per favore" (I need you Theo, please) It wasn't perfect, but it was for him.
Theo went feral after that, the water was splashing and the movements were messy.
He wasn't going fast, he was going deep. His dick was full inside you, touching you cervix every single time he thrust back into you.
You never felt so full in your life like right now with Theo. He was everywhere. It was too much, you were feeling too much. And were is god, you really need to be saved cause he is breaking your body and putting it back togheter in one single thrust.
You moved your hands to your clit, you felt sore, your clit was sore and he didn't even touch it yet. The hot water was making it unbereable for your body to resist and right before your fingers could fullfil your needy self Theo grabs your wrist putting two of your fingers inside your mouth. Shushing your moans and whines.
"I told you I was gonna help you. You only do one thing, metti semplicemente quelle adorabili dita in bocca, stai zitto e sii carino per il mio cazzo." his thrust went deeper if that was even possible and his thumb was rubbing circles on your clit aplying the perfect amount of pressure.
"Did you catch that darling? I said the only thing you have to do is put those little pretty fingers of yours in your little pretty mouth, stay silent and look pretty for my cock"
That was enough for you. The deep thrust, the pressure on your clit, the hot feeling that embraced you whole body and all that italian dirty talk pushed you to an extremely intense orgasm, for a solid 30 seconds you were numb, you felt like you could have died of how strong it hit you.
And without you noticing, Theo had cum too, inside you, filling you so good that now not only you could feel a hot feeling outside your body, but inside.
A few minutes in silence have passed. You could swear the sound you were making 10 minutes ago were still ecoing in the room.
" You should open that egg now, cause i'm fucking you again and again till you learn all the idioms of the world"
Yeah... you should open the egg now.
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