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He insists every time to Professor Snape that itâs not his doing, bringing the same weak ass apology as he enters the room minutes pass expected.
Professor Snape never believes him. No professor would. Not when heâs known for being quite the persuader.
But itâs not his fault, truly.
Not that heâs complaining when the reason is entirely because of your pouty clingy self, it's physically inescapable for him to make it on time caught in the tsunami wave of kisses you pile upon him.
You canât let go yet, too bothered by the idea of departing him for the lunch period. âbabeâ" he mumbles against your lips, the tone lacking any true authority coming out more like a wounded sigh. Instead, his fingers tighten their hold, his eyes still fluttered shut because it's not as if he cares about his tardiness, but if he's late again, he's sure Snape will have his tongue ceasing all future excuses.
He grins against your lips, when you ignore his warning, shushing any further weak attempts at protest with your tongue, hands cradling his hair you yank him impossibly closer. The two of you lose yourself against the stone walls, a flurry of heat charging between your bodies, it's a sickening display of PDA to the passing students entering the great hall, but all you're hungry for is Mattheo.
âMr riddle.â The recognizable drawl of Professor Snape squeezes barely breathable space between your bodies, and Mattheo pulls back with a bated breath. That's all the acknowledgment he offers Snape; eyes locked on you taking in the swell of your lips, the dazed gaze of lust struck on him.
He licks his lips with a smug smirk, pressing one final kiss to your cheek whispering a taunting comment that makes you fluster with giggles, before he turns walking past Snape, whistling a tune of satisfied triumph.
Ft. Lorenzo Berkshire, Mattheo Riddle, Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott
My official entry for week two of @thatdammchickennugget and @finalgirllx's Jinxed July. Challenged myself to do all prompts!
âż Masterlist | 1.9k words | Fluff, established relationship
Lorenzo Berkshire
Too Sweet
The firewood popped and crackled as you inhaled the smell of burning sugar. You instantly yanked your hand away along with the stick you were holding out. You frowned at the small fire that once was a sweet, innocent marshmallow.
Beside you, Enzo cackled. âBringing the fire closer to you, dear?â You groaned impatiently. It had been your third attempt at roasting a marshmallow. Having been raised in a concrete jungle, you had never gone camping before nor tried making sâmores. When Enzo invited you to go as part of your summer adventures together, you jumped up and down with excitement.
There was nothing exciting about it now. You stared at the charred remains as the orange glow flickered out in the cool evening air. It seemed the marshmallow was roasting you instead. âNow now, that poor marshmallow did nothing to you,â Enzo said as he lowered the stick, bringing it away from your eye level.
âItâs taunting me,â you snarled.
With an amused smile, he sat closer to you. While you held the stick, he removed your latest victim from the other end and replaced it with a fresh marshmallow. âIâll show you, okay?â
He wrapped his hand around yours and all the annoyance melted. In your rage, you hadnât noticed how much closer he had gotten.
When you turned to look at him, you took in the upward curl of his thick lashes that you were always jealous of. His eyes glittered like the stars you were gazing at. His mouth curved with that special smile he only had when he was around you. You had been together for a while now and yet the butterflies still raced around your stomach as if you had just seen him for the first time.
With his hand on yours, he moved the stick back to the fire and it snapped your attention back to the present. âThe key here is to bring it just close enough,â he said patiently, âspin it like this so the heat gets distributed evenly.â Your insides seemed to twist along with the motion as heat crept up your cheeks and it wasnât from the fire.
âAnd thatâs it,â he said, bringing your hand back with a perfectly toasted marshmallow this time. He grabbed the crackers and chocolate you had laid out and pressed the marshmallow in between, squeezing it into gooey goodness.
âI donât know how Iâll eat that when youâre the sweetest thing here tonight,â you said, beaming up at him.
âAnd your words alone will give me diabetes,â he quipped, bringing the sâmore to your mouth.
You took a bite and closed your eyes, feeling the chocolate and marshmallow melt in your mouth as you chomped on the crunchy crackers. âNever mind. I take that back, itâs sinful for something to taste this good.â
âHey, no take backs,â Enzo insisted.
Mattheo Riddle
A treacherous wave in the late hour
You pushed Mattheo away and used the momentum to propel you forward, your laughter ringing out into the evening air, sand spraying behind you as you ran towards the sea.
When Mattheo first invited you to go backpacking with him this summer, you nearly said no, because it meant tossing your carefully laid out schedule into the wind. But you didnât want him to spend another summer alone in his familyâs depressing house.
And you hate to admit it, but he was right. There was a thrill that came with living in the moment, not caring about the days ahead. There was also the fact that being with Mattheo meant exploring exotic places, laughing over late night shenanigans, and more adventures in a few weeks than youâve had in years. You had never felt more alive.
You squealed as the cold water hit your skin, waking you better than any coffee could in the late hour. âI won!â You declared proudly, turning back to see Mattheo joining you.
âYou cheated,â he said, playfully splashing water at you.
âYou just said, first one in the water wins so I win,â you shrugged. âNow whereâs my reward?â
âYeah?â He said, a dangerous smirk on his face as he prowled towards you. You tried to take a step back but the treacherous wave pushed you closer to him instead.
When he was near enough, he pulled you in, his strong arms locking you in place against his toned body. There was no place youâd rather be anyway. He brought his mouth close to your ear as his hands traced your figure. âI can think of so many rewards.â
Draco Malfoy
A colourful promise
You stepped out the into the evening air and took Dracoâs hand as he led you to the balcony of his familyâs holiday home overlooking the beach.
You pulled the shawl tightly around you as a chilly breeze drifted past. Draco wrapped a protective arm around your hip to warm you up. For a quiet moment, you watched the rippled glow of the moon on the sea as waves crashed onto the shore and retreated.
âWhat surprise could you possibly have for me this late in the evening? You could hardly see anything,â you asked.
âThatâs exactly why itâs perfect, love,â he winked at you as he pointed to the sky. âHere goes.â
You followed his gaze, unsure what to look at until lights exploded in the sky. Fireworks. You watched in wonder as small circles burst and expanded, illuminating the dark sky.
You looked at his grinning face and watched his features reflect the glowing colors. He promised you the best summer of your life and you told him not to make bold statements. He just scoffed and said âwatch meâ.
And there he was, flying you to different places that summer in a private jet, taking you shopping and dining at the finest restaurants. Now lights exploded in the sky simply because he promised this summer would be memorable.
âLook at the fireworks, not at me,â he said smugly when he caught you staring.
âI just canât believe you,â you admitted, gazing back at the colourful sky.
âItâs you I canât believe. See those fireworks? That wonder I saw in your eyes? Itâs how you make me feel.â
Blaise Zabini
Summer lights
The wind carried your hair as you propelled yourself forward, letting the swing carry you as you leaned your head back. If you werenât so wrapped up in the moment, you would have noticed your boyfriend stop his swinging to gaze at you.
He tried to commit the moment to his memory. Your carefree laughter, the clean smell of your shampoo, your beautiful face. He felt so lucky to have you.
You swung back again and the wind brought your hair in the opposite direction, covering your entire face. You laughed at how silly it all was. You planted your feet in the sand to slow the momentum.
Earlier in the day, you were nervous that Blaise was taking you to meet his mum for the first time. A thousand thoughts crossed your mind in the days that led up to that moment. What ifs that kept your heart racing like they were its personal trainer. Blaise assured you that youâd hit it off and surprisingly, you did.
You finally noticed Blaiseâs eyes on you. âWhat? I still donât have that cake on my face, donât I?â You ran a hand through your face, âI swear, I wipedââ
Blaise chuckled, âno, I just like seeing you happy.â You mirrored his grin and then a small blinking light beside him lit up.
âYou didnât tell me you had a floating light in the garden,â you remarked.
It was his turn to be confused and he followed your gaze where a few more floating lights appeared. âThese are fireflies!â
You gazed around the garden as more and more drew closer, lighting up the garden. It was as if the stars descended from the heavens themselves. You watched them glow in wonder.
âDid you know that if you catch one, you can make a wish?â He said holding out his hand as a firefly landed on his palm. âLike this,â he cupped it and whispered his wish before releasing it back.
âI donât need to wish for anything, I have everything I need here,â you beamed at him.
âOkay love, Iâll buy all the clothes and hand bags you want,â he teased and you slapped his arm.
âYou know thatâs not what I meant.â
He brought you in for a hug, savouring the way you melted against him. âI know,â he said gently kissing your forehead.
âIâll buy you all the shoes you want instead,â he quipped.
âBlaise!â
Theodore Nott
Sunshine smile
(A/N: this is the only one that happens during the day and is not an established relationship)
Theodore Nott hated summer with its long, hot days that scorched everything it touched. Public places were more crowded than heâd like. He wouldnât see his friends again for a few months and he sure as hell wasnât going to go home to his father. Instead, he went to a resort on a remote island to get away from it all.
He met you while he was sulking over breakfast, trying to get lost in a book. You excitedly introduced yourself and despite being friends with Enzo, Theo could not for the life of him figure out how someone could have so much energy so early in the day. You had recently read the exact book he was reading and loved it!
He was about to ask you to leave when you took the seat across from him and sat down like you owned the place. (He would soon find out that your family actually did.)
You wanted to know his thoughts on the book. When you shared yours, he was surprised how insightful you were, he even found himself agreeing with most of your ideas. Though he kept that to himself.
He was relieved when breakfast was nearly over so he could have his peace and quiet back, but then you offered to be a local guide to the island. When you mentioned a bookstore that contained rare books and lesser known authors, he found that he couldnât say ânoâ to you.
That was how he find himself pedaling beside you as you shared the history of your home. There was something so charming about the island as if it were untouched by the world outside it. Just the open air and clear skies.
The quaint little town in the distance was just a small stretch of buildings that contained the necessities. There were other spots you promised to show him in the coming days. In the meantime, you browsed the bookshelves together as promised and he bought a few rare items he was excited to dive into.
When you returned to the resort, you relaxed by the beach chairs, listening to the ocean waves as the sun splashed hues of orange and yellow against the blue sky. Theo opened the book you recommended and was already captivated by the first few pages.
When he looked at you to share his thoughts, he found you peacefully asleep on the chair. He took that opportunity to study you, the way the wind caressed your hair and your chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm. He found himself smiling.
Imagine being Mattheo Riddleâs pen pal!
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Pen pal Mattheo Riddle! Who was confused and downright annoyed when Hogwarts chose to start a pen pal program for the school. I mean who actually wanted this? Probably potter to inflate his already huge ego.
Pen pal Mattheo Riddle! Who was pleasantly surprised by your letters. You were kind with no precognitions on who he was. You were nice and that was the breath of fresh air he needed.
Pen pal Mattheo Riddle! Whoâs hand writing is god awful. Like goodness itâd be nice to call it chicken scratch. It takes hours to decode such writing but after a while it gets easy to read.
Pen pal Mattheo Riddle! Who writes pages and pages and when his hand cramps he switches to his other. Writing to you about anything that happens is the best part of his day.
Pen pal Mattheo Riddle! Who doodles on the envelopes and on the papers. Donât think youâre also exempt from random ink blotches or pencil smudges. (left handed mattheo my love)
Pen pal Mattheo Riddle! Who collects dried leaves for you during fall and flowers during spring or summer. During winter heâs abusing his rich boy powers. So my dear, expect the most heartwarming gifts to ever grace your dorm room.
Pen pal Mattheo Riddle! Who tries to hide you from his friends but fails. Youâre like his own little oasis. Is it all that bad to keep you to himself?
Pen pal Mattheo Riddle! Who almost burnt down the entire dorm when he found Enzo reading aloud a letter he was working on that he had left out on his desk
Pen pal Mattheo Riddle! Who eventually, after much pestering from his friends, invites you to Hogwarts during the spring break.
Pen pal Mattheo Riddle! Who is absolutely floored when he sees you in person. The pictures you had mailed him didnât do justice at all.
@uzmacchiato for the divider!
a.n been in my mind for a while, tell me if you'd like more of this au(?) in the future
the fluffiest little drabble, as requested (500ish) âĄ
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Despite a few hushed whispers, barely audible over the soft sound of piano music, everyone's attention was fixed on the front of the room where, in the dim light of hundreds of floating candles, Pansy and Draco held hands and spoke sacred words to each other.
You smiled, your heart heavy with emotion, as you watched your best friend join her life with Draco's in an unbreakable vow.
You felt a swell of happiness at how sweet and sacrosanct the moment was, completely in awe of the beauty of it; weddings were always emotional, but this was the first for your group of friends, and in many ways it felt like it marked the start of a new chapter of your lives.
You glanced down the row of seats to see each of the boys dressed impeccably, dazzlingly handsome in their tuxedos. Blaise and Theo were watching intently, though Theo was tugging at his collar, and Enzo was slouched in his seat, arms crossed, impatiently waiting for the open bar at the reception though even his gaze was locked on the couple at the front of the room.
Finally, your eyes came to rest on the boy next to you. Mattheo was sitting rather unusually still, breathing calmly with the faintest hint of a smile on his lips that made your heart flutter. It was nice to see that despite all of their antics, there might be something in each of these boys that made them realize how special this was.
Your attention was pulled back as Draco began to speak his vows. He was the picture of calm, but you knew him well enough to hear the shake in his voice, his nerves.
"I pledge to honor you, love you and cherish you today and every day. Today I say 'I do' but to me that means 'I will'. I will stand by your side in the good and the bad. I bind myself to you, your happiness, your success, and your smile."
In a moment you felt the warmth of Mattheo's attention and turned to see him looking at you as Draco's soft whispers continued, though Mattheo didn't look away, instead, he was searching your face, drinking you in, like perhaps he was imagining saying those same words to you one day.
You blushed furiously as you felt goosebumps rise on your skin and your breath caught in your throat.
"I promise to be your guiding light in the darkness, your protector, a warming comfort in the cold, and a shoulder to lean on when life is too much to bear on your own."
Mattheo smiled at the words as he looked at you, eyes twinkling, like he was saying them to you in his mind, like he was sure, now, that that's exactly what he wanted you to hear him say. You felt tears line your eyes.
"You are my every dream come true. And if you give me your handâ"
Mattheo extended his palm to you subtly, mirroring the vow with one of his own. You glanced down and gently set your palm in his, tangling your fingers together as he grasped you tightly.
"âI will give you forever."
Your eyes lifted to his in surprise, but he didn't so much as flinch, instead, he let his smile swell on his perfect lips in a way you felt somewhere deep in your chest as he gave your hand a gentle squeeze.
His mind flickered for just a second to the small velvet box tucked in the back of his dresser, of the emerald and diamond ring inside of it, and then he tugged you toward him, pulling you close as he ducked his head, his lips softly brushing your ear as he whispered, "I love you pretty girl."
death to nonchalance. romanticise your existence to an unreasonable degree. be gloriously delusional about how good it can get. inconvenience yourself for the sake of love. gush about your passions. get obsessed. get invested. be a fool for the right things. adore your people with your whole chest. devote yourself to something far greater than yourself. get dolled up for the most mundane activities imaginable. smile with your teeth. giggle shamelessly. kiss longer & slower. have a signature everything. accumulate hilarious stories. love so hard it rewires othersâ beliefs about love. be someone God clearly had fun making. let people know they made your day. make someoneâs day. take spontaneity seriously. send five voice notes in a row, because why wouldnât you? leave people better than you found them. be so infatuated with your babies faces you take approximately 400 photos of them a day. gush. just gush!!
