Synopsis: A party neither of you wanted to attend. A balcony, a cigarette, and years of tension finally snapping.
Warnings: Explicit sexual content (18+), Party setting / mild alcohol use, Smoking (cigarettes), Enemies to lovers / rivals to lovers, Mutual pining, Oral sex (f. receiving), Unprotected sex (Potion as birth control mentioned), Praise kink / dirty talk, Rough sex, making out, banter but it’s playful
A/N: not much of a story just smut. Another attempt at writing smut from me.
The music inside the manor was deafening, bass-heavy and reeking of too many drunk Hogwarts students trying to relive glory days they hadn’t yet earned. You didn’t even know who was throwing the party. All you knew was that your friends had dragged you out of bed, forced a tight dress on you, and poured two Firewhiskeys into your hand before vanishing into the void of sweaty bodies and spilled drinks.
You didn’t like parties.
But you did like the view from the balcony.
And, apparently, so did he.
Theodore Nott was leaning against the stone railing, one hand resting in the pocket of his dark slacks, the other holding a cigarette between two long fingers. The ember glowed softly in the dark, illuminating the sharp angle of his cheekbones, the sleepy tilt of his half-lidded eyes, and the slight curl of smoke escaping his parted lips.
He looked like sin with a pulse.
“Didn’t peg you for the social type,” you said, stepping outside.
He didn’t look at you right away, just took a slow drag and exhaled. The smoke curled between you, and you hated the way you loved the scent of it. Sharp, bitter, and undeniably him.
“Didn’t peg you for the type to wear that dress,” he said, finally glancing sideways.
You raised a brow. “That a compliment or just you being a dick?”
His lips curled around the cigarette. “Why can’t it be both?”
God, he was insufferable.
The two of you had been at odds since third year—always battling for the top spot in every class, always arguing about theories in Arithmancy, always sitting on opposite sides of the room like opposing war generals. It wasn’t hatred. Not really. But it wasn’t friendly, either.
And yet… you always noticed him. The way he mumbled brilliant thoughts under his breath during lectures. The way he smelled like ink and mint and smoke. The way he slouched like he didn’t care but answered every question with quiet confidence.
“Didn’t know you smoked,” you said, sliding closer, bracing your elbows on the stone beside him.
“Didn’t know you noticed me,” he replied, voice smooth and low.
You turned toward him fully, your hip brushing his. “Please. I outscored you last week. Of course I noticed.”
He gave you a crooked smile, the cigarette hanging lazily between his fingers. “Only because I let you.”
You scoffed. “Right. I’m sure you wanted to come second.”
Theo’s gaze dropped, lingering on your lips for just a moment too long. “Depends on the context.”
Your breath caught.
The air between you shifted.
He was close now, closer than he’d ever been, and you could see the smoke clinging to his collar, smell the soft spice of whatever cologne he wore beneath it. His hair was a little messy, like he’d been running his hands through it, and the way his eyes lingered on you made your skin feel hot despite the cold night air.
“You’re drunk,” you said, even though your own head was buzzing with more than just alcohol.
“Maybe.” He flicked the ash off the end of his cigarette, watching it float down to the garden below. “Maybe I’m just tired of pretending I don’t think about you so much I’m losing my mind”
Your heart stuttered. “That sounded like a confession.”
Theo turned to face you fully, and you could see the flush rising up his neck beneath the moonlight. “Take it however you want.”
You didn’t answer.
You just leaned in, slowly, tentatively, until your mouth was brushing his, soft as a breath, waiting for him to pull away.
He didn’t.
He surged.
Theo’s mouth met yours like a match to dry paper, hot and sudden, the kiss messy and uncoordinated in the best way. His hands grabbed your hips, pulling you closer, and you tasted smoke and mint and something darker on his tongue as he groaned into your mouth.
You clutched his hoodie, nails digging into the fabric as his mouth moved over yours like he was starving. The railing dug into your back, but you didn’t care. All you could feel was him, his lean body pressing into yours, the hard line of his arousal against your stomach, the way he kissed like he was furious with himself for wanting you this badly.
When he pulled back, eyes glassy and lips swollen, he muttered, “Am I dreaming, or did you just kiss me?”
Your answer was a whisper against his lips, breathless “Do you want me to stop?”
Theo didn’t speak. He just took your hand.
The common room was spinning with sound and light and bodies, but none of it touched you. Not when he was leading you up the stairs, his fingers locked through yours like he didn’t dare let go. The hallways were quieter, darker, and by the time he pushed open the door to his dorm room and shut it behind you with a soft click, it felt like the whole world had narrowed to just this.
He turned to look at you. Just look.
His eyes, stormy and burning at once, drank you in. The dress. The flushed skin. The way you leaned against the door, chest rising and falling in anticipation. His hoodie was still slung over one shoulder, cigarette smell lingering in the cotton. The tension snapped between you again, louder than the music downstairs.
You didn’t speak.
You just moved.
The kiss came fast. Teeth, tongue, hands, urgent in that way that only comes from years of quiet want. Theo shoved his hoodie off and your hands were immediately on the hem of his shirt, dragging it up over his head. He was lean beneath it, subtle muscle, toned from Quidditch and wiry with tension. You kissed down his neck as your fingers fumbled with his belt, and he let out a low, desperate sound that made your knees weak.
“Fuck—” he muttered when you palmed him through his trousers. “You’re not playing fair.”
“You started it.”
Theo backed you toward his bed, and when the back of your thighs hit the mattress, he pushed you down with a gentle but insistent pressure. He dropped to his knees between your legs and dragged your dress up slowly, kissing the inside of your thighs with maddening patience. His fingers slid up your calves, your thighs, until he reached the edge of your panties, and paused.
He looked up.
“Can I?”
You nodded, breathless.
Theo slid your underwear down with deliberate slowness, his knuckles brushing your skin, his mouth open as he took in the sight of you. Then he leaned in, and the first flick of his tongue against your clit made your hips jerk.
He didn’t stop.
He licked you slow, like he was savouring every second, every moan, every tremble. His tongue moved in soft, lazy circles, then faster, rougher, pressing in with more force as he learned what made you shiver. You were already soaked, and when he slipped two fingers inside you, curling them just right, you gasped so loud he groaned against you.
“Fuck, you taste—” he dragged his tongue lower, teasing, then back up. “Even better than I imagined.”
You grabbed his hair, eyes rolling back as he fucked you with his fingers and tongue, coaxing you higher and higher until you were right on the edge, body arched, thighs trembling, mouth falling open.
“Come for me,” he murmured, “Let go. Let me feel it.”
You broke.
Your orgasm slammed through you with a cry, hips bucking, body shaking, and Theo didn’t stop until he’d dragged every last wave from you. Only then did he pull back, mouth glistening, eyes dark and ravenous.
He stood, dragging off his trousers, then his briefs, and you stared, wanting him in a way that made your stomach knot. He was thick and flushed, already leaking at the tip, and when he crawled over you again, the weight of him pressing you into the mattress, your whole body sang.
“I don’t have a condom,” he said, voice strained.
“I’m on the potion,” you whispered. “I want to feel you.”
Theo groaned and lined himself up, the head of his cock dragging through your folds. He eased in slowly, inch by inch, stretching you until he was fully seated inside.
“Holy—fuck, you’re—so tight,” he rasped, forehead dropping to your shoulder.
You clutched at his back, his hips, needing more. When he started to move, it was slow at first, rolling thrusts that hit deep and low, grinding in a way that made stars bloom behind your eyes.
Then he snapped his hips forward.
You gasped, your nails dragging down his back.
“That good?” he asked, breathless.
“So good—Theo, fuck, please don’t stop—”
He didn’t. He fucked you hard and deep, one hand gripping your thigh and pressing it up so he could get even deeper. Every thrust knocked the breath out of you, and you were so wet, so full, the sounds were obscene.
Theo kissed you again, desperate and messy, his tongue fucking into your mouth the same way he fucked into you. You felt him everywhere, inside and out, all slick heat and tension and hunger.
He pulled back just enough to look at you, his thumb dragging over your cheek.
“Been dreaming of this,” he panted, hips slamming into yours. “Dreaming of you. Every fucking night.”
You could barely speak, barely breathe.
“I—I’m gonna—” you tried.
Theo nodded, pressing his forehead to yours. “Come with me.”
He reached between you, rubbed your clit just right, and you shattered—pussy clenching around him, body locking up as pleasure ripped through you. Theo groaned your name, fucked into you a couple more times, then came with a guttural sound, spilling deep inside you.
For a long minute, neither of you moved.
You just lay there, tangled, gasping, your legs still trembling, his cock still inside you.
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Summary: Theodore Nott is welcomed back from Quidditch practice by the sight of his girlfriend Y/N on his bed, engrossed in her phone. Her shirt slightly risen, she becomes the center of his world as he cuddles her, finding peace in her warmth and presence.
Theo trudged up the stairs to his dormitory, the familiar soreness from Quidditch practice settling into his muscles.
As he pushed open the door, he immediately felt a rush of warmth at the sight before him.
There, sprawled comfortably on his bed, was his girlfriend Y/N, scrolling through TikTok with a soft smile playing on her lips. Her presence alone seemed to make the room feel cozier, more inviting.
He leaned against the doorframe for a moment, simply watching her. She was so engrossed in her phone that she hadn't noticed his arrival.
Her shirt had ridden up slightly, revealing a sliver of her stomach. Theo's heart swelled at the sight, a tender ache blooming in his chest.
Y/N felt a gaze on her and looked up, catching Theo's intense yet gentle stare. She smiled, a teasing glint in her eye. "Enjoying the show?" she asked playfully, starting to sit up.
"Stay still," Theo said softly, moving quickly to the bed. His tone held a mixture of affection and urgency that made Y/N pause, curiosity lighting her eyes.
He climbed onto the bed beside her, his movements slow and deliberate.
"Just… stay like that," he murmured, positioning himself so that she was lying against him, her back resting on his chest. His arms wrapped around her waist, his fingers brushing lightly against her exposed skin.
Y/N relaxed into him, her phone forgotten as she nestled closer, the warmth of his body seeping into hers.
Theo's touch was gentle but firm, his hold both protective and tender. She could feel the steady beat of his heart against her back, a rhythm that matched her own.
"This is nice," she whispered, tilting her head back to look up at him. Her eyes sparkled with contentment, her earlier amusement now softened into something deeper.
Theo pressed a kiss to her temple, his lips lingering there as if to savor the moment. "It is," he agreed, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine. "I missed you."
Y/N's hand found his, their fingers interlacing. "I missed you too," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She turned her head slightly, catching his eyes with hers. "Quidditch practice was tough, huh?"
He nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Always is. But coming back to you makes it all worth it."
She laughed softly, the sound like music to his ears. "You're such a sap, Teddy."
"Only for you," he replied, his tone earnest. He tightened his hold on her, his hands splayed out against her stomach. The feel of her smooth skin beneath his fingers was a comfort, grounding him in the present moment.
They lay there in silence for a while, the only sounds the occasional rustle of their clothes and the distant murmur of students in the corridors.
Theo closed his eyes, letting the peace of the moment wash over him. Holding Y/N like this, feeling her warmth and hearing her breathe, was a solace he hadn't known he needed.
Eventually, Y/N broke the silence. "What are you thinking about?"
Theodore's eyes opened, and he looked down at her, his gaze soft and full of love. "Just how lucky I am," he said simply.
Y/N smiled, her heart swelling at his words. She turned in his arms, her hands coming up to cup his face. "I'm the lucky one," she said, kissing him softly.
As their lips met, Theo knew that no matter how tough Quidditch practice got or how many challenges lay ahead, as long as he had Y/N by his side, he could face anything. And in that moment, with her in his arms and the world outside fading away, he felt truly at peace.
Bunny corcoran after finding the macaulay twins incesting and then also finding mean things Henry wrote about him in his secret diary (oh and the murders too I guess but that's secondary)
Day1: Waking up to the sound of shores, Theodore smiling while putting on a shirt. He kisses your head, whispering “good morning” to you.
Day2: Having a picnic while the sun sets down. Theo chuckles at the wind blowing in your face. Making him brush it out of your face and then kissing your sleeps softly
Day3: Watching the sunset as he holds you close to his body. The waves crashing with the sand making it beautiful to remember every time.
Day4: painting extra seashells that you two didn’t make into bracelets
Day5: Finding seashells together and making them into bracelets so you can have something that reminds you every summer
Day6: going for late night walks along the beach of Italy.
Day7: swimming together, probably splashing each other to the point it goes to almost drowning each other
Day8: napping together at the beach.
Day9: creating a small movie about how you two spent time at the beach
Day10: sand castle wars.
Day11: sand sculpture of each other. You made his hair horribly while he did your face kinda wonky.
Day12: Burying each other in the sand. He likes making funny memories with you.
Day13: possible crab hunting. He’s surprisingly a beast at it.
Day14: watching fireworks at the beach. He’s wearing shade while having his arm around your waist.
Day15: matching swim wear so you and him can look good together
Day16: water gun fights. He likes how wet you were from him.
Day17: night swims. Even late night walks by the sea, you both like the vibe it gives off.
Day18: eating along side the beach, relaxing as you two talk to each other.
Day19: feeding random seagulls. You do this while Theodore is like “hon, no…”
Day20: packing up your things from the beach. Theodore carrying most of the stuff as you head back to the hotel.
summary - theodore and you begin leaving notes for each other, you knowing it's him but him unaware it's you, and eventually, you agree to meet in person
warnings - fluff
word count - 1,360
a/n - wheres my quiet italian boy at
Theodore Nott had always been something of an enigma at Hogwarts. Quiet and reserved, he kept to himself, often found in the library or a secluded corner of the Slytherin common room with his nose buried in a book. It wasn’t that he disliked people; he just found solace in solitude and the written word.
You, on the other hand, were the opposite. Friendly and outgoing, you thrived on interactions and had a knack for making friends across all houses. However, despite your social nature, you had somewhat of a secret: you admired Theodore from afar. He intrigued you.
One rainy afternoon, as you sat in the library trying to concentrate on your Transfiguration essay, you noticed Theodore at his usual spot, deeply engrossed in a thick tome. An idea sparked in your mind, and you quickly scribbled a note on a piece of parchment.
“Your dedication to your studies is admirable. I hope you’re finding some joy in this rainy day. – A Friend”
With a mixture of nerves and excitement, you folded the note and discreetly slipped it into one of the books on the table near him, hoping he would find it.
The next day, you returned to the library, your heart pounding with anticipation. To your delight, there was a note in the same book you had used.
“Thank you for your kind words. The rain is rather soothing, don’t you think? – T.N.”
A smile spread across your face as you read his response. Now feeling encouraged, you wrote him back.
“It is soothing. Do you have a favorite place at Hogwarts to enjoy this weather?”
Thus began your secret correspondence. Every day, you left notes for each other, hidden within the pages of books or tucked behind statues. The notes started with small talk about the weather and classes, but soon evolved into deeper topics—your hopes for the future, dreams you wish to achieve, and even your fears.
One evening, you found yourself eagerly awaiting his next note. You had shared something rather personal, something you hadn’t told anyone else, and you were curious about his reaction.
“I definitely understand how you feel. Sometimes, it’s easier to confide in someone when you’re not face-to-face. Perhaps we can meet in person one day. – T.N.”
Your heart skipped a beat at his suggestion. The idea of meeting Theodore in person, of putting a face to the words that had become so dear to you, was both thrilling and terrifying.
You took a deep breath and wrote back, holding your breath.
“I’d like that. How about the Astronomy Tower, tonight at midnight?”
As you placed the note in the usual spot, you couldn’t help but feel a mixture of suspense and agitation. Tonight, you would finally meet the mysterious Theodore Nott, and you had no idea what to expect.
As the evening turned to night, you found it difficult to concentrate on anything other than your impending meeting with the Slytherin boy. The anticipation was almost too much to bear. You had always had a sort of appreciation for him from afar, and now you would finally get the chance to speak to him in person.
When the clock struck midnight, you slipped out of your common room as quietly as possible, careful not to cause any commotion and wake others. The castle was eerily silent, the only sounds being the occasional creak of the old stone walls and the distant hoot of an owl. You made your way to the Astronomy Tower, your heart pounding with each step.
Reaching the top of the tower, you pushed open the heavy wooden door and stepped out into the cool night air. The sky was clear, and the stars were shining brightly above. You scanned the area and saw a solitary figure standing by the edge, looking out at the vast expanse of the night sky.
“Theodore?” you called softly, hands fiddling behind your back.
He turned around, and even in the dim light, you could see the surprise and curiosity in his eyes. “It was you?”
You nodded, taking a few steps closer. “I hope you don’t mind that I suggested we meet, and I also hope you aren't disappointed that it's me.”
He shook his head, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. “Not at all. I was curious to see who had been leaving me those notes, and them being you is a pleasant surprise.”
You couldn’t help but smile back. “I’ve enjoyed our little exchanges. It’s been nice getting to know you through them.”
Theodore nodded, his gaze softening. “I completely agree. It’s been refreshing to have someone to talk to like that.”
You nod, and then you both stood in silence for a moment, the gentle breeze ruffling your hair. The atmosphere around you was comfortable, despite the initial nerves.
“What made you start leaving the notes?” Theodore asked, his voice gentle but inquiring.
You shrugged slightly, a bit shy now that you were face-to-face. “I guess I’ve just always been intrigued by you. You seem so different from everyone else, in a good way, of course. I thought maybe we could be friends.”
Theodore’s smile grew a little wider. “I’m glad you did. I’ve always admired how easily you seem to make friends. It’s something I’ve never been good at.”
“You’re doing just fine now,” you said with a shrug.
He hums softly. “Maybe it’s because it’s you.”
The two of you fell into easy conversation, talking about everything and nothing at the same time. The initial awkwardness melted away, replaced by a growing sense of mutual connection. You shared some of your stories from back home, laughed together, and found common ground in your experiences at Hogwarts.
After what felt like hours, the chill in the air reminded you of the time. “We should probably head back before we get caught out of bed this late at night.”
Theodore nodded reluctantly. “You’re right."
As you and Theodore made your way back down the spiral staircase from the Astronomy Tower, there was a silence between you that you both found comforting. You two walked side by side, your steps echoing softly in the quiet corridors.
Theodore glanced over at you, a thoughtful expression on his face. “So, how did you come up with the idea of leaving notes in the library?”
You smiled, remembering the first note you had left. “It just seemed like a good way to reach out to you without being too forward. I wasn’t sure how you’d react if I just walked up to you out of the blue.”
He nodded, a small smile playing at his lips. “I’m glad you did it. I’ve never been good at getting to know people, but the notes made it easier.”
“You’re not as difficult to talk to as you think,” you tell him. “You just need to give people a chance.”
As you rounded a corner, the flickering torchlight cast a warm glow on Theodore’s face. He seemed to hesitate for a moment before speaking again. “Do you ever wonder why some people are drawn to certain others?”
You tilted your head, considering his question. “I think it’s because we see something in them that resonates with us. Something familiar or perhaps something we commend.”
Theodore looked down at his feet, his expression thoughtful once again. “I suppose that makes sense.”
As you approached the entrance to the Slytherin common room, you paused, not quite ready to say goodbye. Theodore seemed to feel the same, lingering beside you.
“I guess this is goodnight,” you sigh softly, meeting his gaze.
“I guess it is. Goodnight,” he replied, his voice was warm. “And thank you again for tonight. It was... enjoyable.”
You nodded. “It was. Let’s do it again sometime soon.”
"Mhm, I'll be expecting a new note tomorrow." With a final glance, Theodore turned and whispered the password to the Slytherin common room. You watched him disappear behind the wall and then turned to leave.
As you made your way back to your own common room, your thoughts were filled with Theodore. You couldn't wait to get to know him better.
Sometimes, you have to push yourself out of your comfort zone to get what you want.
And if that means asking for help from your favorite gossip that slightly terrifies you, then so be it.
“Isn’t this just a bit too revealing?”
You turn towards Pansy, tugging your borrowed mini dress down as she puts her hand on her hips, smiling, adding a finishing touch of maroon gloss onto your lips.
She steps back to admire her work, using her hands to frame you as you mock pose.
“Y/n. You’re a work of art,” she grins, putting on her own earrings. “And most people in art are naked, so just be thankful I didn’t insist on that.”
“You’re so merciful, Queen Pancy,” you fake a bow as she rolls her eyes grabbing your hand.
“Ok, ready? What was the one rule we went over?”
Your demeanor drops at the mere thought of him.
“I know, I know…don’t get distracted by him.”
Pansy sighs, shaking you by the shoulders. “He’s not the fucking Dark Lord, y/n. Say his name.”
You roll your eyes, annoyed at having to discuss the matter in the first place.
“Don’t get distracted by Nott.”
Theodore Nott.
You had to stop, but…
You’d loved him for a while
You’d loved him when he sat next to you on the first train to Hogwarts; picking scabs on his fingers out of nervousness. You’d distracted him with silly stories of your childhood. Of days spent creating little leaf huts for your ducklings and dreaming of adventure in the glades near your home.
You loved him when you’d leave your table to sit next to him; leaning in close and sharing whispers about neverending topics. When he’d visit your dorm for a quiet night of reading and look around in awe at the cozy blankets and lamps illuminating his self-proclaimed safe space.
To say the least, you were head over heels for this boy. Head over heels for the way his eyes hid emotions if only you were worthy of revealing them. For the longest time, it seemed inevitable that Theodore Nott’s favorite person was y/n.
Until 6th year, when Nott came back as a new boy. He’d grown what seemed like a foot and his face seemed carved of marble stone, only covered by his locks of dark hair. He was vastly desired and gained a multitude of new friends.
And he left you in the dust.
As Plato once said, "the measure of a man is what he does with power,” and Theodore Nott used that power to skyrocket his social standing until there wasn’t room for you anymore.
This year, however, was your year. The summer spent interning at the ministry had invoked a sense of confidence within you. You were always beautiful, however, you never usually showed it off.
This year, you’d decided to flaunt it.
Well, kind of..
Thank Merlin for Pansy Parkinson, your adoptive parent Slytherin.
You both headed down the stairs from the girl’s dorms, the music blaring and the raucous party already in full swing.
“Just as I planned: fashionably late,” Pansy smirks, leading you to the bar
Every year, a different house hosts the back to school party, only for 6th and 7th years, although many lower years sneak in. This year, everyone was delighted that it was Slytherin.
Slytherin was known for many things, and their ability to throw a rager was one of them.
You leaned against the counter, sipping a Negroni and surveying the party. You wanted to let loose and create a new image for yourself? Well, this back to school party was your chance.
Unfortunately, your eyes land on a certain boy, half obscured in the shadows of the outskirts.
Theodore Nott was leaning against the wall, a wicked grin on his face as he nodded along to some Gryffindor girl’s words. Was it possible he became even more gorgeous over break? He seemed to have procured a perfect tan along with his longer dark locks that curled around his ears, framing his toned face.
It was sickening to look at him. Memories came flooding back of the numerous summers you’d spent with him; reading under a tree or laying under a blanket of stars. Your parents would let him come over for a few weeks, and those would be the highlight of your summer break.
And now, you feel sick to your stomach.
Especially when his eyes began roaming as if sensing you, and then they met yours. Dead eyes gleaming in surprise at the sight of you at a party.
Theodore Nott knew you well, and he knew you were the type to spend a Friday night reading to your plants or whipping up a midnight snack in the kitchens after hours. He didn’t expect to find you drinking at a party, wearing the most sinful black mini dress that hugged you in all the right places.
He simply couldn’t pry his eyes away.
You, however, glanced away immediately, feeling his stare a more burning sensation than the gin sliding down your throat. You swallow the rest of your cocktail in one gulp, eyes slightly tearing up at the feeling, and stride away, wanting to get as far as possible from Nott.
You knew you promised Pansy not to let him get to you, but that proved to be impossible. You looked back at Pansy who just realized you had disappeared when suddenly you ran into a figure, gasping as he spilled some drink on you. Looking up, feeling defeated, your eyes meet the hazel ones of a Ravenclaw boy named Roman Vaughn. Captain of the Ravenclaw quidditch team, top of the 7th year Charms class, wealthy, and an overall heart throb with his chocolate brown skin, silky black hair, and hazel eyes.
He had grabbed your attention before, but you’d never acted on it. What were the odds you’d run into him of all people.
“Y/N! I am so so sorry here, let me find a napkin,” he immediately sprung into action, taking you by the hand and pulling you towards the bar for napkins. He grabbed a handful and began to wipe the drink from your chest, but then he realized he probably shouldn’t be doing that. He jerked away with a nervous laugh, scratching the back of his neck. “Anddd I keep making this situation worse and worse..”
You laugh, taking the napkins from his hand and dabbing at the stain that wasn’t even visible against the black fabric.
“Good thing it’s black, otherwise you’d be in big trouble, Vaughn,” you raise an eyebrow teasingly as he gives you another laugh.
“I guess luck is on my side tonight,” he smiles, eyes lighting up as if his words had a double meaning.
He asked you to dance, leading you gently to the dance floor after you both downed some drinks. And that's how you spent your night, taking shot after shot of vodka with Roman’s hands on your waist and yours in his hair, swaying to the beat. You noticed Pansy grinning at you while giving you a nod of approval. Her plan had come to fruition.
What you failed to notice in your newfound glee, however, were Theodore Nott’s eyes staring at your figure with a seemingly neutral look on his face. Within was utter turmoil.
He had ceased to pay attention to the Gryffindor girl in front of him, and absentmindedly handed her his drink, finding an empty chair to sit in.
He was aware he had become power hungry, leaving you behind last year. The truth is, the amount of yearning Theodore felt towards getting his old life with you back was insurmountable. He had felt like he was floating in a beautiful galaxy whenever he’d been with you, sitting amongst scarlett poppies. You made him feel safe with your familiar scent of vanilla and honey, melting all his troubles away.
Unfortunately, his efforts at getting you back were pushed down.
The trust you had for him seemed to have broken.
He tried once last winter, walking up to ask you if you wanted to stop by his home in Italy for winter break. He’d overheard you already planning a trip to Belgium with your best friends, so he backed off.
Then, he’d attempted to ask if you wanted to visit the book shop with him on a Hogsmeade trip, but when he had approached you, a random girl came up to flirt with him and you’d walked off, scoffing.
There were a multitude of other failed attempts; each one corroding his confidence more and more. He would never fully give up on you, but as more time passed, the more he felt like you were lost forever. You were a dandelion spreadings its tufts, and there seemed to be only a couple left, clinging on.
Seeing you dancing happily with Roman Vaughn proved to him without a doubt that you had forgotten about him. You have moved on.
He sighs, wondering why he was so caught up with this when they were only ever friends.
Right?
Sure, there had been lingering stares and a hint of adoration in both of their eyes. Maybe a spark of a deeper feeling that they were both too young and stubborn to comprehend.
He shook his head, drowning himself in more drinks to forget about this night.
To forget about you.
The next day, he was sitting in Charms class right in front of your two best friends. What he heard instantly soured the rest of his day.
“PLEASE, Hannah, you have to come on the Hogsmeade trip. Y/n is going with that Vaughn dude, so I’ll be walking around like a loser,” she pouts.
y/n going with Vaughn??
Theodore had assumed whatever they had going on at the party was just some temporary, drunken fun, but the worst possible outcome from his late night overthinking came true.
Y/n was going on a date with Roman Vaughn.
Theo scoffs to himself. Vaughn. Sounds like a cheapass beer brand.
What could y/n possibly see in him? Sure, he was tall, handsome, smart…ok…
Theo sighs, putting his head down on the table. Mattheo, knowing all about Theo’s current troubles and his undying obsession with y/n, pats him sympathetically.
Theodore understood that this was your decision and your life, so, despite how much he was compelled to, he refused to meddle with your love life. He didn’t want to risk being the one to make you sad. Again..
If this was the cost of his actions, he supposed he deserved it.
The trip to Hogsmeade had arrived, and Theo felt as depressed as ever. He forced himself to roll out of bed and adorned himself in a brown sweater and slacks. His friends wouldn’t let him sulk around in their dorm during a Hogsmeade trip.
He was walking with the Slytherin gang, hands shoved into his pockets. Despite the mantra he kept repeating to himself, telling himself over and over again not to think about you and Vaughn, Theo couldn’t stop. He wondered what you were doing with him. Maybe holding his hand with your slender ones, always a bit of dirt stuck between your nails. You loved being outside and Theodore often felt like the magic of nature failed to reveal itself to him again after he stopped spending time with you. As if its beauty died with your absence. Makes sense. You could make any moment or setting beautiful. He was always happy if you were there.
“What do you think, Nott?” Mattheo elbows him, looking at him expectantly.
“Oh- Uh…what?”
“What’s on your mind that's more interesting than us, mate,” Draco raises an eyebrow.
“We were talking about hitting Zonko’s first,” Mattheo offered, grinning knowingly.
“Yeah, anything’s fine with me.”
When his friends were busy laughing at the steam coming out of their ears from candy samples, Theodore gave in to his intrusive thoughts and decided to sneak out and find you and Vaughn. Just to survey the area, make sure he was treating you right, of course. Theodore would always consider you his closest friend.
He walked across the leaf-strewn autumn ground and spotted Roman walking into the 3 Broomsticks. You must be waiting for him there.
He scoffs to himself again.
Of course the asshole made her wait.
He enters the 3 Broomsticks and sees Vaughn taking off his coat and sitting down at a table with his friends. Where was y/n?
Theo stood there looking confused, wondering what happened to you. Did he ditch you for his friends?
He walked out of the pub, stepping on crispy-looking leaves, absentmindedly enjoying the crunch.
Where could you have been? Perhaps you realized that you deserved better than Vaughn, but even Theodore knew that was wishful thinking.
He walked down a path leading down to a view of the Shrieking Shack where you and he used to sit and sip warm, spiced butterbeer on these cold autumn days. Often, he feels as if he’d give anything to turn back time. To stop him from letting you leave his life. Because life never felt the same after your departure. You were physically so close, yet so far.
He comes across a small field of poppies, red and blazing like fire with the orange leaves scattered about. You loved poppies even naming your pet ducklings after the flower. Poppy I, Poppy II, Poppy III, etc.
He laughed to himself at the memory. You always insisted you could tell them apart and to this day he didn’t know if you were bluffing or not.
He doesn’t exactly know what prompted him to, but he begins picking the poppies, intending on perhaps drying them and preserving them in a journal forever. Another remnant of you. Tying them together with a loose piece of wool from his sweater, he continues his trek to the vantage point and sees a figure sitting on the old log fence. Sighing at this obstruction, he walks closer nonetheless and notices that the figure is you.
You were right there in front of him, sitting in the chill, scarf tied tight around your neck.
This was his chance. His chance to prove that he could be better than Vaughn. Prove that he was worthy of a second chance; worthy of you.
He walks up to you, leaning back on the fence, forcing himself to make eye contact with you and pour his heart out.
“Y/n?”
Your eyes widen at the sight of him and you sit there, frozen, waiting for him to continue.
"Please just hear me out, ok?" he takes a deep breath.
“I know Roman makes you happy, and he makes you smile, and he’s smart and everything…I know you despise me for what I did, rightfully so, and you probably want to run for the hills right now. But, y/n, I adore you. Every second I have spent without you has felt like an endless cycle of agony. And, not only do I want you back as a friend, but I was wondering if you would consider being anything more with me. If not, that's completely fine. I suppose that's a conversation for another time. If you ever even want to converse with me... I know you’re probably on your way to meet Vaughn right now, but please reconsider. Please. And-”
You interrupt him with a suppressed laugh, putting a gloved hand to his mouth to stop his endless rambling.
“Theodore, I’m not-”
“LOOK!” He gently takes your hand away from his mouth and desperately pulls out the small bouquet of wild poppies, holding them out to you. “Look, y/n, I haven’t forgotten, see? Remember the poppies?” He has an almost maniacal gleam in his eyes.
You can’t help but laugh at his actions, softly accepting the poppies from his hands.
“How would I forget my favorite flower, Theodore?”
“And that's not all, I remember your favorite season is autumn because you love the warm colors and spices. I know you cry every time you rewatch that muggle movie, La La Land. I know you have a celebrity crush on the one middle-aged man from-”
“OK! I believe you, Theo, you know me too well,” you smile at him. “Can you...let me say something now?”
Theodore was certain you were going to tell him you had to leave to go find Vaughn. If anything, he had probably convinced you to go find Vaughn just to escape.
Nonetheless, he nodded, looking into your eyes with his own melancholy ones.
“I was never going to go on a date with Roman. I have no clue where you got your information,” you laugh, shaking your head. “I think you need a more reliable news source.”
“But…but your best friends? They said you were?”
“Oh yeah, I think they just assumed it because they saw him walk up to me, asking if I would go with him. They left before they could hear my answer.”
“And what was your answer?” Theodore picks at scabs on his hands, a bad habit you had noticed when you first met him on the Hogwarts Express. You move your hands to hold his, stopping him from picking his skin to death.
“I said no. I couldn’t force myself to have feelings for him, no matter how hard I tried.”
He looks at you, eyes wide with the happiest gleam.
“Can we..start over?”
“Let's just resume where we left off,” and with that you lean your head on his shoulder as he leans his on yours, watching the autumn leaves fall to the ground. Watching himself fall for you even more; if that were even possible.
2 months later
You laugh as your snowball hits Theodore Nott clean in the face, turning his nose and cheeks even more rosy red.
“Headshot!”
Your laughter is quickly stifled as his snowball hits you in the stomach, and you slip falling into the snow. Theodore runs up to you, laughing, laying down sprawled right next to you. He looks to the side, eyes a clear blue matching the light refracting from icicles. He gives you a kiss, lips cold yet comforting.
“C’mon, let's go inside for some hot cocoa,” he grins, watching your every breath.
You smile, nodding and standing up, helping him up with you.
“Good effort, soldier,” you salute teasingly, “but I think we both know who really won.”
He laughs softly as he envelops you in his arms, your chest pressed against his warm body.
“Yeah. Me.”
You narrow your eyes, booping his nose as you start walking. Theodore had come over for the winter break, and you had loved every second of it. You both come across the icy pond where your ducks usually reside. You stare at it with a melancholic look, your ducks long gone since they had flown south for the winter.
Theo holds you even tighter, kissing the side of your head.
“They’ll be back,” he whispers. “Probably with wicked tans.”
You laugh at that, looking into his dead eyes, alive with a joyful light.
He can't believe all his wishes came true. They had all culminated and led up to this beautiful life with you.
🤍 author's note: high! theo is the best kind of theo. gif credit to @dramaticals
A thick cloud of smoke permeated the air, making the room as hazy as your drug addled mind. Theo shifted in your lap and silently held the joint up to your lips. You smiled down at your best friend, his watercolour eyes as red-rimmed as your own yet still full of that familiar sharp intensity as he watched you with curious intent. Wrapping your lips around the blunt, you shied away from his gaze and inhaled generously.
As the smoke filled your lungs, you felt your body relax. With an exhale, the terrible day you endured was gone in a breath. You rested against the headboard and let your eyes shut close. Theo traced circles on your skin, happily humming away while you scratched his head. Smoking always made the two of you more touchy and giggly, blurring the lines even more than they already were.
Not that you were complaining.
A late night smoke session was exactly what you needed. Usually, the two of you would be indulging in Neville’s newest strain up in the Astronomy Tower, but thanks to the storm raging outside, you and Theo were confined to his dorm instead.
In all honesty, you didn’t mind. Especially since Theo had a generous stash of snacks to pilfer through.
“This new shit is strong,” Theo remarked, coughing a bit as he waved away the smoke. Above you, rain drops pelted the skylight in a soothing rhythm. “How does Longbottom even come up with this stuff?”
“Because,” you drawled, every syllable slow and syrupy. “Neville actually pays attention in Herbology instead of skipping class and getting into fights.”
“That’s the pot calling the kettle black, bella,” Theo pouted as he poked his nose against your stomach. “Didn’t you get detention for taking a swing at Cho this morning?”
“She called me a slag,” you recalled with a frown. While you had no problem with Cho, she seemed to have a problem with you. All thanks to a certain Hufflepuff. Theo tensed underneath you, his anger simmering beneath the surface. “As if it’s my fault her boyfriend can’t stop staring at my arse.”
“You should’ve told me. I would’ve taken care of it.”
You sighed deeply. “That’s exactly why I didn’t tell you, Teddy. You tend to be a little overdramatic.”
“Me?” Theo asked incredulously as he placed the joint on its holder. “Overdramatic? That’s absolutely absurd.”
“I know you hated Cedric. When we were dating, he told me you threatened to beat his face in if he ever broke my heart.” Your best friend began to protest, but you held your hand up. You didn't fault him for being overprotective. After all, you've been friends with Theo long enough to know that this is just how he showed that he cared. “I'm not mad. I just didn’t want to add fuel to the fire.”
“That stupid prat poured gasoline on the fire and lit the goddamn match the day he made you cry.” Theo ranted, his eyes glazing over with fury. “I should've made good on my promise to beat his fucking face in. He’s lucky you stopped me before I sent him to the infirmary.”
"It's not worth it, Teddy."
Your best friend shook his head. "It's always worth it when it comes to you."
“You shouldn’t get into trouble just because I have terrible taste in men.” Time and time again, Theo warned you about the guys you chose to date, but you were too stubborn to listen. You laughed humorlessly. “I really know how to pick them, don’t I?”
“Hey,” Theo whispered softly, tracing soothing circles on your back. “It’s not your fault your ex-boyfriend’s a prick. He’s an idiot for fumbling you.”
You smiled as you ran your fingers through his hair. “Thanks, Teddy.” He hummed and squeezed your hip. “It’s not like I’m that broken up about it. I’ve just come to accept the fact that my love life is a complete shit show.”
“That bad, huh?”
“Don’t get me wrong, Cedric had his moments, but even when things were good, it always felt like something was missing. We just weren’t compatible,” you paused as you considered your words. “Cedric and I weren’t a good match. Mentally, emotionally, and physically.”
Theo cocked his head curiously. “What do you mean?”
Given your longstanding friendship and history, there were virtually no secrets between you and Theo, but there were aspects of your past relationship with Cedric that you weren’t as forthcoming about. Your best friend wasn’t exactly your ex-boyfriend’s biggest fan, so you skimped out on on the details to keep the peace. That was long gone now.
“Our sex life was kind of…bland.”
Piercing blue eyes zeroed in on you. “What do you mean by bland?” Theo pushed himself upright, his face mere inches away from yours. “Was it just missionary and a polite handshake afterwards? Honestly, Diggory seems like the type.”
You snorted in response. Theo wasn’t that far off the mark. “Basically, yeah. I just don’t think we were sexually compatible. Plus, he never wanted to go down on me.”
Theo looked absolutely appalled. “What?”
“Well, we tried and it didn’t really work. It’s not his fault, though. Oral just doesn’t do it for me. I’ve never…” you flushed as you rushed past the embarrassment of admitting such intimate details to your best friend. “I’ve never finished that way. I think it’s just a me problem.”
“Let me get this straight,” Theo said matter-of-factly. “Cedric ate you out once, couldn’t make you cum, and then made you think it was somehow your fault?”
“Cedric wasn’t a dick about it or anything,” you said rather lamely. “He just never tried again, so I figured that was that.”
“That’s a fucking shame.”
You shrugged. The past was in the past. It wasn’t like you could change things now. “It’s alright. Like I said, maybe it’s just not for me.”
Theo stared at you. “You’re just saying that because he didn’t do his job properly.”
You rolled your eyes in response, playfully smacking his arm. “And you’re suddenly an expert on the matter, Teddy?”
“I sure am,” Theo exclaimed proudly. “Cedric’s a coward for backing out after the first try. I mean, sure, it took me ages to get the hang of it, but now eating pussy is my favorite thing in the world.”
Heat flooded your cheeks. Part of it was shock and the other — well, you didn’t want to think of what that other part might mean. Talking about sex wasn’t anything new for the two of you, but it was always in a teasing way. It was never quite this personal.
“Oh,” you said after a moment. Theo watched as you shifted, trying to alleviate the building pressure between your legs. “I didn’t realize…”
“That I love eating pussy?” Theo asked with a smirk. You knew he was doing it on purpose. He never missed out on the chance to tease you. “I’m really fucking good at it too.”
You didn’t doubt it. While you tried not to feed into the rumors of your best friend’s bedroom habits, you knew that he was much more experienced than you were. Judging by the longing stares that followed in his wake, Theo wasn't the type to leave his lover unsatisfied.
After a moment, Theo spoke. “I can show you,” he rasped, that thick Italian accent of his bleeding through the words like it did every time he smoked. “If you’d like.”
You blinked in surprise, practically gaping at your best friend. “You want to eat me out?”
Theo nodded, his eyes dipping to your mouth as you anxiously chewed on your bottom lip. “More than anything in the fucking world.”
The intensity of his gaze sent a shiver down your spine. “Let me show you how it’s done, bella,” Theo whispered as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. Though the action was innocent, his words were far from. “I’d get on my knees and beg for a taste of you. I promise not to stop until you’re a crying, whining mess for me.”
Desire bloomed in your core, filling your stomach with butterflies. Fuck, why was that the hottest thing anyone’s ever said to you? What were you supposed to do? Refuse? That wasn’t even a possibility at the moment. After all, you were just a weak, weak woman.
“Okay.”
“Okay?” Theo asked softly.
“Yeah,” you answered confidently. “I trust you, Teddy.”
Theo smiled and leaned forward to place a kiss on your temple. “Good girl,” he murmured. “Now lay back, I’ll make you feel so good, bella.”
A nod was all that you could muster as you settled amongst the pillows, watching with rapt attention as Theo crawled between your legs. He kept his gaze on you as he kissed your neck, his lips soft and warm against your skin. You leaned into his touch as he licked along your collarbone, his big hands slipping underneath your bra. Theo unclasped it quickly, nosing at the straps before kissing down the valley of your breasts.
Those dead eyes came to life as he flicked his tongue over your nipples, sucking on them until they stiffened. You shuddered in response and Theo savored the tiny whimper that slipped past your lips. After showing your breasts ample attention, he continued mouthing at your torso, nipping and biting on the way down. Every sensation was heightened by the weed, your body buzzing even at the simplest touch.
Theo parted your legs and maintained eye contact as he toyed with the tops of your knee socks. He smirked and kissed the spot right above them. “We’ll keep these on, yeah? I like when you wear these.”
You held your breath when he bunched up your skirt, leaving filthy, open-mouthed kisses on the inside of your thighs. His breath felt cool on your core yet your entire body ignited into flames as Theo kissed you through your lace panties.
You gasped in surprise, bucking your hips against his mouth. “Oh, fuck…”
Theo hummed against you. “Does that feel good, principessa? I haven’t even started yet.”
With a cocky smirk, Theo slid off your panties and groaned. You were embarrassingly wet, but he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he relished it. Theo teased two fingers along your folds, spreading your arousal and watching as your slick soaked him.
“Fuck, you’re so wet.” His eyes were nearly black, swallowed by lust as they flickered up to your face. “I bet you’re sweet too.”
Theo popped his fingers into his mouth, pretty eyes rolling back as he sucked them clean. “Gods, you’re so fucking delicious. Better than I imagined.”
You whimpered, pressing your thighs together to tamper the need. Theo shook his head before prying your legs apart and diving in. When he dragged his tongue through your folds, you writhed underneath him, eager for more. The first lick had both of you moaning. He hummed in appreciation as he hooked your legs behind his shoulders.
He chuckled darkly, before biting softly at the flesh of your thigh. “You like that, huh, bella?”
You panted, frowning down at him. “Stop being a tease, Teddy.”
“As you wish.”
His dark head disappeared between your legs, silky brown waves slipping through your fingers as you held on for dear life. Theo wasted no time in showing off his skills, poking and prodding with his tongue. You tugged at his hair as he sucked on your clit, lightly grazing his teeth against the sensitive bundle of nerves.
Theo popped up to take a hit off the joint before passing it over to you. His slender fingers held them up to your lips before slinking down to continue eating you out. As you held the smoke in your lungs, you inhaled deeply, letting the drug that was Theodore Nott singe your veins.
Nothing in this world could've prepared you for this moment. Theo wasn't exaggerating his skills. If anything, he underplayed just how good he was. Theo switched strategies often, starting off slow and sweet before swirling and sucking, fucking you with his tongue like he’d never get another chance to taste you again. Once in a while, he’d come up for air, smiling as you offered the joint to him.
Mostly, Theo was focused on feasting. He made out with your pussy shamelessly, making it as sloppy and messy as he possibly could. The higher you got, the more sensitive everything felt. When Theo found a particularly sensitive spot, you arched your back and nearly scorched his sheets with the joint.
Theo only chuckled before taking it from your hands and putting it out. “You’re on fire, bella. But I’d prefer if my sheets weren’t.”
You smiled shyly. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to.”
He flashed a boyish grin back. “The only thing I’m sorry about is that we didn’t do this sooner.”
“Me too, Teddy.”
He smiled softly at you. “Sei la donna più bella che abbia mai visto.”
Before you got the chance to ask what he said, Theo pulled you by the ankles and picked up where he left off. He made good on his promise, driving you to the brink until you were writhing and whining. Tears streaked down your cheeks as you gasped, moaning his name in the night like a prayer. It only encouraged Theo to show off even more, using a combination of his mouth and fingers. His middle and pointer finger slid inside of you easily, squelching while he worked you tirelessly.
There wasn’t a single coherent thought in your mind as you lost yourself to pleasure. When Theo introduced a third finger and flicked his tongue on your clit, a rush of heat flooded your body.
“Oh gods, Theo. Please. I’m so close. Fuck — ”
“C’mon, cara mia. Cum for me.”
Theo watched as your orgasm rocked you from the top of your head to the bottom of your feet. He lapped you up like a man starved, not wasting a single drop. You tried to fight the overstimulation by squirming away from his mouth, but Theo merely held your hips down.
“I’m not done,” Theo warned with a growl. “Stay still, principessa. You wanted me to eat your pussy? Then be brave enough to fucking take it.”
When he brought you to your second orgasm, you were gasping for air. You roughly tugged at Theo’s hair, eliciting a filthy moan from him. Despite this, Theo was still decidedly not done. As the third orgasm approached, you screamed before squirting and soaking right through the sheets.
With wide eyes, Theo stared up at you. “Have you ever done that before?”
You flushed, embarrassment heating your cheeks as you shook your head. “No — I — I didn’t even know I could do that.”
Your best friend smiled, brushing your hair back gently as though he hadn’t just made you see Merlin. “Did it feel good?”
“Yes,” you admitted. “Was it okay? I mean, was that too much? Oh god, I’m sorry.”
“No,” Theo said in a stern voice as he tipped your chin up. “Don’t ever apologize. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I like knowing that I’m the only man that’s ever made you squirt.”
“You’re not mad?” You sniffled, lower lip trembling. “I ruined your sheets.”
“Fuck the sheets." He caressed your cheek, gazing deeply into your eyes. "It's still me. Your Teddy. There's nothing that you could do that would make me mad. You're perfect, Y/N."
Theo kissed you softly, his lips pressed firmly against yours to emphasize the words. He was your Teddy. He always would be.
"You're really good at that, by the way."
Your best friend smirked, the cocky grin tugging at his lips. "Oh yeah? I couldn't tell by the way you kept screaming my name."
You rolled your eyes. "I'm not going to compliment you if you're going to be so cocky about it."
He cocked a brow before kissing the sweet spot beneath your ear. "What are you going to do about it, principessa?"
"No fair. You play dirty, Theo."
Your best friend smiled, taking in your flushed cheeks and kiss bitten lips. In one swift move, Theo pinned you underneath him. "I'll show you just how dirty I can get, bella."
He wrapped a hand around your throat possessively and pulled you in for a kiss. You moaned into his mouth, dizzy with desire. Theo slid his tongue against yours and claimed you with a groan.
"This — this is what it should feel like. This is what Cedric failed to do. That stupid prick should’ve worshipped the ground you walked on, but he didn’t. He missed his chance. It’s my turn now.”
Wrapping your legs around his waist, Theo squeezed your ass as he grinded his erection against your core. Even through his sweatpants, you could feel how big he was. You bucked your hips in response, rubbing against him for more friction.
“Oh fuck, don’t do that,” Theo panted breathlessly. “I won’t be able to stop.”
“Who said I wanted you to stop, Theo?”
Theo cursed up a storm, a mixture of Italian and English that sounded equally hot. “I want you so fucking bad. You’re all I ever want, Y/N.”
You smiled up at him, placing a sweet kiss on his lips. “Then have me, Teddy.”
It was like a flip switched inside of him. Theo crashed his lips against yours, frantically tugging your skirt off as you pushed his sweatpants down. They were barely halfway off before he was lining up at your entrance.
Theo pressed his forehead against yours. “Deep breaths, baby.”
Though you were sufficiently warmed up, you knew it was still going to be a stretch. His tip was barely in and you were already gasping for breath.
“Theo, fuck. Oh my god.” You clawed at his back as he inched inside. “You’re so big. I can’t — “
“You can, principessa. I know you can. We’ll make it fit, yeah?” Theo stroked your cheek, giving you time to adjust. “So fucking tight. I can feel you stretching to take all of me. Just a little more,” he slid in further, watching your expression intently to ensure that he wasn’t hurting you. “That’s it. Good girl.”
When Theo finally filled you to the hilt, he pressed down on your stomach, marveling at the tight fit. You whimpered in response, clenching around his cock and making him groan.
“Can I move, principessa?”
Tears filled your eyes, but you wiped them away and nodded bravely. “Yes.”
To his credit, Theo went sweet and slow as you adjusted to his size. He seemed attuned to what you liked and what you didn’t like even without having to utter a word. You weren’t surprised. Theo had always known you better than you knew yourself.
It took some time, but eventually the pain subsided to give way to pleasure. You kissed Theo as he thrusted into you, feeling every delicious inch of him sliding in and out of your pussy. He was going slow for your benefit, but your impatience craved more. It turns out that when it came to Theo, you were an all or nothing kind of woman.
“Theo, please,” you pleaded through tears. “Please, I need more. I need all of you.”
A feral expression crossed Theo’s handsome features before he hiked your ankles over his shoulders and drove in harder. His thrusts were deep and punishing, setting your teeth on edge as he fucked you into the mattress. Theo pinned your arms above your head, watching himself slam into you again and again.
“I love watching your pretty cunt take all of me,” he murmured, intertwining your fingers together. “You’re a fucking goddess, baby. Dea mia, I’ll worship at your altar.”
“It’s never — I’ve never felt like this with anyone else,” you admitted.
Theo softened, his tender gaze drinking you in. “It’s never felt like this with anyone else for me either, bella.”
You pulled him down for a deep kiss, the intimacy of the act surpassing lust and physical attraction. A spark awakened within you, like finally accepting an inevitable truth.
The thread snapped and you allowed it to wash over you like a wave, the orgasm even more intensified than the first three. Theo followed soon after, panting into your neck as he emptied himself inside of you. He whispered your name, collapsing beside you when he finished.
The two of you lay side by side, stunned into silence. You felt breathless and boneless, not quite believing that you just had the most mind blowing sex with your best friend.
Theo glanced over at you. You glanced back at him. The two of you burst into a fit of giggles, breaking the tension.
“Well, fuck.”
He rolled over on his side, tracing your lips with his thumb. “Is that good or bad, tesoro?”
“Good. Definitely good.”
Theo smiled and kissed you softly.
“I meant what I said,“ you breathed as he pulled you to his side. “I’ve never felt like that with anyone else.”
“I know, bella.” Theo hummed in agreement, snaking an arm possessively around your waist. “You were made for me. Just like I was made for you.”
“You knew it would feel like that?”
He grinned. “I had an inkling.”
“What did I tell you about teasing me?”
“I’m not,” he said earnestly. “I knew it would be you since the moment we met.”
The realization from earlier reared its head as you snuggled against him. “We’ve never been just friends, have we?”
Theo shook his head. “Not for a single second, dea mia.”
When people hate on The Secret History for being pretentious or slow paced. I am like you fool, you absolute fool, you don't know anything. You fell on her tramp.
Oh I loved it at the beginning but then it got too complicated. You mean you had the same emotions as Richard through the book, Did you hate the characters at the end? Did it make you pop your own bubble? Oh you absolute fool.
This book is meant to make you feel like Richard, totally enamored at first and then so disgusted and preturbed by the characters. Were they too human? Womp Womp bitch.
Theodore who wakes up to the lack warmth in the bed from gf!reader, he’s confused on where she is but sees a light in the bathroom. As he opens the bathroom door, he figures out that his gf actually has curly hair and she was just straightening her hair. He’s now intrigued and shock at this little secret his girlfriend’s been hiding from him
BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE BEAUTIFUL PROBLEMS ; theodore nott
THEODORE NOTT STIRRED AWAKE, IMMEDIATELY NOTICING THE ABSENCE OF YOUR WARMTH BESIDE HIM. The soft morning light peeked through the curtains, casting a gentle glow across the dormitory. Confusion prickled at the edges of his sleepy mind as he reached out, only to find the bed empty.
Sitting up, he rubbed his eyes and scanned the room. A faint light seeped from under the bathroom door, accompanied by the soft hum of your voice. Curiosity piqued, Theo swung his legs over the side of the bed and padded quietly across the room.
As he approached the door, he heard the unmistakable sound of a hair straightener and your humming. Puzzled, he gently pushed the door open and peeked inside. There you were, standing in front of the mirror, your expression focused as you ran the straightener through your hair.
It took Theo a moment to realize what he was seeing. Instead of the sleek, straight hair he was accustomed to, he saw the natural, curly texture of your hair peeking through as you worked on the next section. His eyes widened in surprise and intrigue. This was a side of you he had never seen before, a secret you had kept hidden until now.
For a moment, he simply watched you, captivated by the sight. The curls framed your face in a way that was both endearing and beautiful, giving you a softer, more natural look. It was a revelation, this glimpse into your morning routine, and it made him fall in love with you all over again.
You glanced up, catching his reflection in the mirror. Your eyes widened in surprise, a hint of embarrassment coloring your cheeks. Before you could say anything, Theo stepped into the room, a warm, affectionate smile spreading across his face.
"You look beautiful," he said softly, his voice filled with genuine admiration. He reached out, gently touching a curl that had yet to be straightened. "Why didn't you tell me about this?"
You looked down, a shy smile playing on your lips. "I didn't think it mattered," you replied, the tone of your voice barely above a whisper.
Theo shook his head, his hand moving to cup your cheek. "Everything about you matters to me," he said, his tone earnest. "I love seeing all the different sides of you."
Your eyes met his, the initial embarrassment fading into something warmer, more intimate. You put the straightener down and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a tender embrace.
In that quiet, early morning moment, surrounded by the soft hum of the straightener and the gentle light of the bathroom, Theo felt his love for you deepen even more. You were his everything, with all your little secrets and quirks, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
Azure blue skies and endless summer breeze tails you through the rolling green countryside of San Gimignano, Italy. This was true, pure bliss. A flow of relaxation that you haven’t felt since…Merlin knows when. The stress of endless exams and finals, everlasting prefect duties, and bickering with your horrid nemesis really left a mark; as represented by your unrelenting dark circles and deep forehead lines.
But at least all of that was giving way to the Italian atmosphere and it left behind a happy girl that would donate a kidney to spend her entire summer here. Unfortunately you were only visiting for a week before school began once more; your final year. This brought a sense of dread to your heart as you would miss the enchanting castle. Your second home.
You pushed that aside as you zoomed through the countryside of this ravishing country on your cute little teal Vespa. Truth be told you’d never driven a muggle vehicle before, but there’s always a first time for everything.
And so your lack of experience with muggle vehicles was the cause of you not being aware that gas has to be filled. You thought the meter getting closer to 0 represented the dissipation of your happy mood as you were, per usual, plaguing yourself with paranoid and pessimistic thoughts. The sudden shuddering of the Vespa made you lose balance and you began veering off track, you and your precious vehicle zooming down a hill with the sheer force of gravity. You screamed for dear life, and, at last, landed in a shallow pond with an enormous splash.
You bobbed up, gasping for air, and scrambled out of the lake quite ungracefully, summer outfit ruined and soaking wet. And suddenly, you heard a scarily familiar, devilish chuckle that just so happened to find your tragic predicament amusing: your mood as drenched as your clothes.
As you slowly glanced up trembling, not knowing if your shaking was from the water, shock, pure rage, or all three, you made direct eye contact with a certain boy musing at your tragedy. His eyes were overflowing with humor as he was leaning against a tree, his tanned legs crossed over each other. He seemed to be reading a book which he put down as he had found something better worth his attention. He gracefully stands up, a complete contrast from how you scrambled out of the pond, much to your annoyance.
“Did it hurt when you fell from heaven, mia angela?” He smirks.
“Nott,” you scoffed. “Small world…or cruel fate,” you stand there, dripping wet, arms spread out like a martyr.
Of course you knew the insufferable Theodore Nott was Italian and often visited family here, but you didn’t think you’d be subjected to his presence in such a big country, especially in the less populated countryside. It was truly just cruel fate that brought this spawn of satan before your eyes.
“I didn’t know you were that desperate to see me,” Theodore cocks his head to the side, quite enjoying this arrangement. “Risking your life on a muggle vehicle zooming to my town.”
You roll your eyes, and if you were in a cartoon universe, trust that there would be steam coming out of your ears.
“Trust me Nott. I had no intention to run into a walking headache on my vacation.”
The insufferable git kept smiling, moving closer now, standing right in front of you so you could smell the usual dizzying scent of sandalwood and pine. Summer edition Theo had a hint of citrus mingled in with his intoxicatingly annoying scent.
“I already got you soaking wet, now you just have to get naked,” he laughed with the most disgustingly smug look on his face that you almost slapped off.
“Are you done?” You glared at him, ready to storm off and free yourself from the torment of his presence.
He shrugged, looking you over.
“Need help drying off?”
“I need help out of this conversation.”
“Oh stop, y/n, you can do better than that,” he grinned
You sigh very well aware you had no other option. You hold out your arms and shut your eyes waiting for his casting of the Hot Air Charm. Since you had resolved to live the simple muggle life for this vacation, your wand was locked in a vault at your hotel room.
Theo laughs, “Are you waiting for a kiss, principessa?”
You open your eyes, confused. “No, I’m waiting for you to dry me off like you said, idiot.”
He laughs again shrugging and says, “I don’t carry my wand around my domain, there’s no need.”
“Then, pray do tell me, Nott, what was your plan in helping me?”
He gives you the most shit-eating grin and grabs your hand, scaring you a bit, then begins pulling you up another grassy, verdant hill: one that isn’t hiding a body of water behind it. You have the urge to resist, but just give in. The drop from your adrenaline-rush you’d been maintaining for the past 3 days had collapsed, causing you to come down with an attitude of resolve. He dragged you up the hill, your wet sandals making squelching sounds, each one demeaning you more and more. You hated this shift in power where the perfect git was overshadowing you. You hated it. You hated him. I think.
“So why were you in the countryside? Other than wanting to see me so badly, of course.” He looks behind him and shoots his watercolor poison into your soul as he makes that unblinking eye contact. Another thing on the meter-long list of things you despise about him.
“I was in a self-deprecating mood and decided to ruin my record streak of relaxation by finding you,” you deadpanned as you rolled your eyes for extra affect.
“Y/N relaxing? You must be lying.”
He chuckled a bit as you two stopped at the top of the vast hill, looking down to a meadow of wildflowers. They glowed like colorful jewels in the blinding, comforting summer sun.
“What’re you gonna do, push me off?” You smirked, half wishing he’d do so. Maybe this was all a nightmare. A beautiful, lush, tinged with the familiar scent of Theo nightmare.
What you didn’t expect, however, was him saying:
“Precisely.”
And with a surprisingly gentle tug, he pulled you down on the top of the hill, pushed you back in a laying position before you could protest, and quite literally pushed you down the hill. You screamed as you, for the second time that day, gave all free will up to gravity, rolling down the hill at a crazy speed. You knew Nott was your unproclaimed but painfully obvious nemesis but you never thought he’d attempt murder. You finally stopped and lay there, sprawled on your back, heaving from the rush. It was kind of…fun?
Theo rolled down right next to you, laughing, as he sat upright. There was grass in his curly, brunette hair that you couldn’t help but reach out to pluck. He looked away quite shyly. Did your eyes deceive you, or did he just blush? You must have heat stroke. Good thing you had your wet clothes to keep you cool: they were significantly drier now.
You stand up and Theo starts laughing in a way you’ve never heard him laugh before. It was almost…endearing?
You out your hands on your hips teasingly and ask, “What? Do I have something on my face?”
He chuckles affectionately. “Mia angela, you have something…everywhere.” He bursts into laughter again. “Beware grass woman rising from the Italian hills,” he gasps through his fits of laughter.
You couldn’t help but smile so wide; his happiness was almost as contagious as his teasing.
You look down and realize the grass was sticking all over your outfit, covering you in verdant greeness. There was an itching sensation bubbling to your skin, but you ignored it. You couldn’t help but join in with his laughter as you could imagine you looked like green Chewbacca.
“Is this your sick way of tar and feathering me, Nott?”
He recovers from his laughter and stands up with you, peeling a wet blade of grass from your cheek.
“Alas, you have uncovered my motives,” he teases, grinning.
“Well, your actual motives didn’t work. I’m still sopping wet.” You wringe out the side of your shirt for dramatic affect as it produces a downpour of water.
“There’s more to my motives, mia angela. If at first you don’t succeed, try try again.” He grasps your hand again with a beautiful look on his glowing face and pulls you up to do it all over again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
Until the sun is caressing the distant hills, getting ready for its nightly departure. The sky is painted shades of teal and purple; still bright but just so. The breeze is still gentle, and so is Theo’s hold on your hand, as he guides you back to his tree by the wretched pond.
Don’t ask yourself what you and him were at the moment. Don’t ask yourself how years of rivalry and pranks. Of stress related to the both of your never-relenting efforts to beat the other. Don’t ask how that all faded away, as you sat in the setting sun.
Unfortunately, it isn’t in your nature to just ignore logic. And Theo knew it. So he distanced himself from you in light of the passing moment of rolling down flower dotted hills, letting go of your hand. It was as if an igniting flame in your heart had been stifled. He sat across from you by the tree. A silence falling between you two.
The slight itching you had felt earlier had been slowly increasing, and as the fun fell away, it began grabbing your attention. The feeling was in your throat now…something wasn’t right. And that’s when you remembered something that Theo’s warm presence had melted away from your mind. As if your brain had tricked itself to forget about this important fact to permit you and Theo’s fun. You were allergic to wildflowers. If exposed to them for a long time? Horribly allergic.
You started coughing and then choking, pointing to your neck to alert Theo to the problem. His eyes widened as he realized what was happening…he had noticed your uncharacteristically red skin, but he had dismissed it by thinking it was the sun’s doing. How could he overlook this?
Your choking grew louder as you fell onto the grass, Theo scrambled around crazily not knowing what to do in his initial panic.
But then he remembered
He pulled out his wand and cast a healing spell which would diminish every affect of an allergic reaction. You started being able to breathe again and your throat cleared, along with your skin returning to its original color and texture. You were gasping in shock, slightly embarrassed that you had been in such pathetic situations in front of Theodore twice today. You were both holding each others’ arms and breathing deeply. You recovered slightly, attempting to lighten the tense mood.
“Well, if your true motive was to kill me, Nott, I’d say you almost succeeded.” You let out a weak, unconvincing laugh.
“I..I am so sorry, y/n, I genuinely didn’t know..” he looked crestfallen. More shaken than you in fact. Wait a minute…
“Hold on,” you raised an eyebrow, your shock of almost dying completely gone and replaced with a new shock. “I thought you said you didn’t have your wand?”
Theo’s eyes widened sheepishly and he grinned, looking as guilty as ever.
“Ok listen before you throw a fit-“
“I don’t throw fits, I diplomatically argue.”
“Before you throw a tantrum, let me explain.” Theo runs his fingers through his hair looking nervous, and, for the first time, failing to make eye contact.
“I just…I knew you’d leave if I just dried you off. You only stayed because you needed help and, well…” he sighs.
“Well?”
“Well, I’ve been thinking about you all summer, y/n. I lay awake all night and I day dream all day. I swear I even saw you in the stars..” he gives a nervous, strained laugh.
“You never leave my thoughts, but I was sure it was just because I had to prove myself. To beat you. But you didn’t even leave my brain after school ended. You haunt me every day. When I saw you I thought I was hallucinating, like, genuinely.” He runs his hand through his hair, looking the most vulnerable he’s ever looked.
You look at him, eyes blazing with emotions you had denied yourself. Emotions that fought to be seen but you always pushed them back. You couldn’t fight back anymore. What were you even fighting against? God, you had some serious issues.
“And so you lied to make me stay?”
Theo nodded, looking to the side, up at the darkening sky.
“Maybe it was the universe that brought me here, because what are the fucking odds?”
You both laughed at that, eyes shining despite the escaping light around you.
“Theo, in my last 3 days I’ve been in your beautiful home country, I’ve visited so many places. The Trevi Fountain, the Pantheon, the Uffizi Galleries. So many amazing places, and I’ve experienced the most inspiring ordeals. But today was, by far, my favorite day.”
Theo regains his composer after hearing that, playfully judging her with his shoulder .
“Because of me, hm?”
You roll your eyes, looking away.
“Say it, principessa..” he prompted, gently holding your face and focusing it towards him.
You dramatically sigh and admit, “Yes, Theodore Nott. Because of you.”
He smiled the most breathtaking smile. If only you could capture a picture of it, but unfortunately your camera went down with the Vespa. You lay your head on his shoulder and squeeze your eyes shut, so that his bright smile could be engraved into your mind. Definitely a core memory.
After many moments of comfortable silence, Theo perks up.
“Oh! By the way, dolcezza, I realized I said the pickup line wrong when you struggled out of the swamp.”
You rolled your eyes at his impertinence and said, “First of all, it’s a pond, Theo. And second of all I did NOT struggle. I emerged like Aphrodite in a shell.”
“Ok my little swamp monster,” he annoyingly nuzzled his nose into your hair as you fought to hold back a giggle.
“Okok let me say the line.”
“Go ahead, Theo.”
“Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?”
You cocked an eyebrow at him.
“Because you have the face of una angela.”
He grinned his shit-eating grin as you pretended to retch at the line. Jumping up with the fireflies around you, you tagged Theo, reigniting that competitive streak you both so closely shared. You both laughed like maniacs as you raced up the hill again, fireflies dancing around you in a waltz.
SYNOPSIS! an unexpected situation catches you off guard in the heart of florence and your boyfriend reveals a side of him you’ve never seen before (based off this req.!!)
WARNINGS AND TAGS! fluff, jealous + italian theo, translation of foreign language + lmk !
THEODORE NOTT WAS FAR FROM HAVING A SHORT TEMPER (UNLIKE HIS BEST FRIEND) BUT THAT DIDN'T MEAN HE WAS NECESSARILY CARELESS. Sometimes, jealousy wrapped around his heart like the snake representing his house, squeezing and picking at the muscle, giving it wounds for blood to shed from.
And every time he tried to push those feelings aside, they came back even stronger than before in a crashing wave full of raw emotion. He felt like a puppet on a string that was pulled tight by the cruel hands of jealousy. His actions were no longer his own.
The summer sun bathed the picturesque streets of Florence in a warm, golden glow, casting a honeyed hue over the ancient city. Cobblestone pathways, worn smooth by centuries of footsteps, stretched along the bustling streets. Each turn revealed a new delight: charming cafés with wrought-iron tables spilling onto the sidewalks, historic landmarks standing as silent reminders of the past, and vibrant marketplaces bursting with life and color. The air was rich with the scent of blooming flowers, mingling with the earthy aroma of aged stone and the tantalizing whiff of fresh espresso. The fragrance was an intoxicating blend, making every breath feel like a taste of paradise. The sounds of Florence added to the sensory feast: the melodic chatter of locals and tourists, the clinking of glasses and cutlery from the outdoor restaurants, and the distant strains of street musicians playing heavenly tunes on their violins and accordions.
Florence, in the embrace of summer, was absolutely beautiful. It was a place where history and romance intertwined, where every corner held a new discovery, and every moment was a celebration of the beauty of life. The city's magic lay not just in its landmarks, but in the way it made you feel — alive, enchanted, and eternally in love with the world around you.
You walked hand in hand with Theodore, your fingers intertwined in one as you explored the enchanting city. This vacation had been his idea, a chance for the two of you to escape the pressures of Hogwarts and immerse yourselves in the beauty and romance of Italy. Theo's Italian heritage made the trip even more special; he was eager to show you the places that held a special place in his heart.
As you wandered through a bustling street, you paused to admire a street artist's breathtaking paintings. The vibrant colors and detailed brushstrokes captured the scenery of Florence in ways that made the city's beauty stand out even more, and you found yourself lost in the artwork. Theo had stepped away momentarily to get you both something to eat from a nearby stand, leaving you alone but content. The hum of the city buzzed around you, voices of people blending with the occasional strum of a guitar.
While you were engrossed in the art, a group of local boys approached, their laughter and chatter filling the air. They were handsome and confident, their flirtatious smiles and easy charm unmistakable. One of them, with dark, curly hair and a mischievous grin, stepped forward, clearly intent on catching your attention. His eyes sparkled with interest as he gestured towards you.
"Sei molto bella." ("You are very beautiful.")
You blinked, a bit taken aback. Although you had picked up a few phrases during your time with Theo, your grasp of the language was far from fluent. You understood enough to know that he was complimenting you, but the exact words of meaning escaped you.
Before you could respond, another boy joined in, his tone equally playful. "Vuoi venire a fare una passeggiata con noi?" ("Do you want to go for a walk with us?")
You felt a flush rise to your cheeks, both from the unexpected attention and your inability to respond. Your eyes darted around, hoping to spot your boyfriend. You were feeling increasingly uncomfortable, unsure how to extricate yourself from the situation.
Just as you were about to attempt a polite but awkward decline, you heard Theo's voice, sharp and commanding. "Ehi, lasciatela in pace!" ("Hey, leave her alone!")
The transformation in him was startling. Theo, usually so calm and composed, had a fierce intensity in his eyes. He stepped between you and the group of boys, his posture protective, his expression a stormy mix of anger and determination. The easygoing demeanor he often sported was replaced by a fierce warning.
His broad shoulders squared, blocking the boys' view of you completely, creating a barrier that was both physical and emotional. The bright warmth of the sun seemed to dim in comparison to the fire that burned in Theo's gaze. It was as if a switch had been flipped, transforming him from the gentle, sweet boyfriend you knew into a guardian ready to defend the owner of his heart and soul.
The boys, who had moments ago been brimming with confidence, raised their hands in mock surrender, laughing nervously. "Calmati, amico. Non volevamo causare problemi," one of them said, trying to diffuse the situation. ("Calm down, friend. We didn't want to cause trouble.")
But Theo wasn't having any of it. Each word was a blade of a dagger, cutting through the casual flirtation of the boys, leaving no room for doubt about his intentions. "Non vedete che non è interessata? Andatevene prima che mi arrabbi davvero." ("Can't you see she's not interested? Walk away before I really get angry."). His voice was low and menacing as he continued in rapid Italian, his words too fast for you to catch but clearly effective in making the boys rethink their approach. They muttered a few apologies before scurrying away, casting wary glances over their shoulders.
Theo turned to you, his eyes softening instantly as he took in your bewildered expression. The fierce protector you had just witnessed melted away, replaced by your sweet boy you knew so well. "Are you okay?" His hand found yours, fingers intertwining in a comforting touch.
You nodded, still a bit shaken. "I'm fine. They were just . . . I didn't understand what they were saying," you admitted, feeling a bit embarrassed.
Theo's lips curved into a reassuring smile. "They were trying to flirt with you," he explained. "But don't worry, they're gone now."
You managed a small laugh, the tension easing out of your body. "I figured that much," you said, your voice lightening. "Thank you, Theo."
He stepped closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side. The warmth of his embrace and the steady beat of his heart were instantly calming. "I'm sorry if I scared you," he murmured, his breath brushing against your hair. "I just couldn't stand the thought of them bothering you."
You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his. The fierce protectiveness in his gaze had melted into something softer, more tender. "You were amazing," you said honestly. "I've never seen you like that before."
Theo's smile widened, a hint of pride in his expression. "Well, I can't help it," he said, his tone teasing but sincere. "You bring out the best in me."
As you continued your walk through the beautiful streets of Florence, Theo kept you close, his arm securely around you. The incident with the local boys faded into the background, replaced by the joy of being together in such a magical place. The city's charm and Theo's unwavering affection made you feel like you were living in a dream.
Later that evening, as you sat together at a cozy café, sipping on rich Italian espresso, you couldn't help but feel grateful for Theo. His protective nature, his deep love for you, and his ability to make you feel safe and cherished were all things you treasured deeply. As the sun set over the Florence skyline, painting the sky in brilliant hues of pink and orange, you leaned into Theo, feeling utterly content.
In that moment, with the world bathed in the soft glow of twilight, you knew that no matter where you were, as long as you were with Theo, you were home.
let’s all take a moment to appreciate that today is draco malfoy’s 44th birthday :)
have some draco malfoy headcanons i found to celebrate:
my man is bisexual. i don’t care what you say.
after the war, draco becomes a healer and is one of the best in london
he’s a rainbow baby (if you don’t know what that means, it means a baby born after a miscarriage or death of an infant at birth)
hates coffee, would rather drink tea
enjoys gardening
the only one who knows all of his mistakes and problems canonically is astoria
this man loves his wife and gets her flowers; astoria is his wife and his confidant in the canon, not some baby machine for a mlm ship
when scorpius is born, he immediately enrolls this child in piano, ballet (because ballet draco is a hill i will die on), and like 10 other rich people activities
helped a lot of slytherin kids with their homework because no other house and their kids would let him near the younger kids
bonds with luna during his school years, and he never once called her loony
despite remus being a werewolf, he holds a lot of respect for the man, and remus tried to teach him how to cast his patronus, but draco simply didn’t have enough happy memories to draw on
ever since then, his d.a.d.a classes with remus were always the most interesting and exciting
alcohol scares him; being out of control of your body is one of his greatest fears, and the memories of his father when he was younger
taken from a tumblr post (https://www.tumblr.com/dracomalfoyheadcanons/126669828985/genderqueerdraco-who-wants-a-draco-malfoy?source=share) draco tells all the first years what halls to avoid, what candies are safe and what other ones will cause you to sneeze slugs, etc.
muggle films amaze him, but a 3D film with those glasses actually scared the shit out of him
lemon & blueberry sweets are perhaps his favorite, although the flavors by themselves are good too
his amortentia scent scared the literal shit out of him. idk what the scents are i just like to think that it scared him because he didnt expect it whatsoever
his “but why is that?” phase when he was a kid was pure hell
loves doing nails, not even painting them, just cutting them and filing them down and pushing down their cuticles but he also does painting too
