In her seventh year, Y/n has yet to be in a relationship, a fact her friends are all too eager to call attention to. More than anything, Y/n desperately wants to be won over, to have a love like those in the Muggle movies she adores. She wants someone to work for her attention and show that they care. What happens when a secret admirer enters her life, promising to do just that? Will her fanciful notions of a perfect love bar her from accepting the newly discovered affections of a certain roguish Slytherin?
pairing: theodore nott x reader
rating: fluff
status: ongoing
author's note: hi!! if you don't know me, my name is mo! i write from time to time (read: year to year) and i've recently been obsessed with theodore nott and he's made me want to write for the first time in a while so...here we are! i hope you enjoy :) this post will function as my masterlist for this series, so stay tuned!
In her seventh year, Y/n has yet to be in a relationship, a fact her friends are all too eager to call attention to. More than anything, Y/n desperately wants to be won over, to have a love like those in the Muggle movies she adores. She wants someone to work for her attention and show that they care. What happens when a secret admirer enters her life, promising to do just that? Will her fanciful notions of a perfect love bar her from accepting the newly discovered affections of a certain roguish Slytherin?
pairing: theodore nott x reader
rating: fluff
status: ongoing
author's note: hi!! if you don't know me, my name is mo! i write from time to time (read: year to year) and i've recently been obsessed with theodore nott and he's made me want to write for the first time in a while so...here we are! i hope you enjoy :) this post will function as my masterlist for this series, so stay tuned!
authorâs note: thank you so so so x10389885 for all the love i've been getting as of late!!! i see all your notes, reblogs, and comments and they mean the absolute world to me. wishing you all the best for the coming new year and i hope you all have/had happy holidays!!! <3
that being said...please forgive me for this chapter LMAO
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song inspiration: "baby i'm a fool" by melody gardot
âHow bad could it be, hm?â
Meeting Parvatiâs eyes in your dorm mirror, you considered her seemingly innocent question.
What was the harm, truly?
âWell, he could be horribly ugly.â A puff of hot air escaped your lips at Ginnyâs rebuttal. You caught the glare Parvati shot the redhead who could only sheepishly grin.
âAre you trying to suggest she shouldnât go?â
âNot at all!â Ginny replied. Pausing, she turned to look at you. âJust trying to temper expectations. Donât want you to be disappointed, âs all.â Her change in tone only worsened the sinking feeling that was quickly settling into your gut. Seeming to sense the catastrophizing her sentence had set off in your mind, she piped up. âHey! If heâs not cute, maybe heâll be this great guy! Godric knows the lookers can be the absolute worst.â The bitter smile on her face let you know she was thinking of her ill-fated romance with Dean Thomas.
âSo, Iâm either saddled with some class-act minger or an attractive asshat. Wonderful. Loving these options.â
âI have a feeling my comments have not been entirely helpful this afternoon,â Ginny mused.
âYou think?â Parvati rolled her eyes. âWhat Iâm hoping Ginny is trying to say is that you donât know whoâs going to be waiting for you at the Black Lake, so donât go into it expecting anything, right?â
âRight-o, Patil.â
âAnyhow, itâs not like youâve been cracking on with anyone recently, right? So, who knows what will happen.â
Your mind seemed to stall over the feelings you hadnât voiced to anyone. Though Hermioneâs eyes had hinted at your affection for a certain Slytherin that first snow of the season, you had yet to be fully candid with your friends.
You fronted a smile. âRight again, Parvati.â
âSoâŠâ she drawled, getting up from your bed and standing behind where you sat at your desk. âItâll be grand, Y/n.â Parvati patted you on the shoulder. âJust grand.â
âBesides, if he tries anything naughty, Iâll jinx him in theââ
âGinny!â
Having clasped your secret admirerâs latest gift around your neck, you made your descent from Gryffindor Tower. Your friends had kindly let you get ready in peace; their endless chatter had only served to put your nerves on edge. The sun had just begun to set over the surrounding mountains of Hogwarts, casting the grounds in rich blues and oranges from the dying light. Wrapping your arms around yourself in an ill-favored attempt to stay warm, you made your way to the Black Lake, hoping that whoever he was, you wouldnât have to wait in the winter chill.
As fate would have it, you didnât have to wait long.
âY/n!â
Turning around to see who the voice belonged to, you were met with the sight of Zacharias Smith jogging toward you.
A seventh year like yourself, Zacharias Smith was a Hufflepuff you had shared a few classes with over the years. However, the frequency of your shared schedule had petered off as Smith decided to not pursue certain advanced coursework. Youâd chat on the occasional run-in, but he was more of an acquaintance than a friend.
One of your last classes with him was History of Magic in fourth year, where you had been seat partners. Smith wasnât a bad student per se, but he made it perfectly clear studying the goblin rebellions of the eighteenth century was not at the top of his priority list. At the end of the year, Professor Binns had assigned each pair of students a section of the International Statute of Secrecy to study and present to the class. You could count on one finger the times Zacharias had helped you with the project, constantly skipping out on study sessions for time on the quidditch pitch. As a chaser for Hufflepuff, Zacharias was perfectly adequate. As a student, he was less so, and you found yourself slaving away for hours to make up for his lack of effort and frankly, blatant disregard for your time. You fourth year-self had most definitely shared an unkind word about the Hufflepuff.
âZachariasâŠHi.â In your nervousness, you rocked back and forth on your feet, still reeling from the realization that the brown-eyed blonde before you was your secret admirer. A feeling shamefully close to disappointment began to gnaw at you. âI wasnât expecting you.â
He let out a light laugh, âYeah, sorry didnât mean to startle you. Just wanted to make sure I caught you before it got too dark. Canât be getting detention again with Filch. âRight bastard, that man.â That made you both chuckle. âAnyhow, L/n, I was wondering if you wanted to go to Hogsmeade together this weekend, maybe grab a butterbeer?â
Eyes widening at his forthrightness, you let out a shocked laugh causing the blondeâs eyebrows to furrow. âSorry! Sorry. âS justâŠIâm kind of surprised youâre into me.â
Zacharias stared at you in confusion. âReally? I mean, Iâve liked you since our fourth yearâwhen we had History of Magic together. Donât you rememberâI asked you to the Yule Ball that year?â
In fact, you did remember Zacharias asking you to the Yule Ball after class with flowers. You also remembered politely decliningâhaving already secured a dateâonly for him to turn right around and ask Romilda Vane seconds later with the same bouquet. Rather classy, that was.
âYeah, I know I ended up going with Romilda, but you were my first choice, you know.â
Geez, way to butter up a girl.
âStill,â you let out a quick huff of air, âI didnât think you were the âsecret admirerâ type. I guess I figured youâd be straight-up with your intentions,â you mused, picking at a loose strand on your sweater. âYou donât seem the type to play the long game with gifts and notes, and all that.â
Zacharias paused, an unreadable expression flickering over his face. Running a hand thorough his cropped locks, he looked away at the Black Lakeâs horizon before smiling back at you.
âWhat can I say?â replied Zacharias. âIâm a chaser. I go after what I want. And what I want, is to take you on a date to Hogsmeade this weekend. SoâŠ?â he asked, shoving his hands into his pockets.
What an absolute line.
Words on the tip of your tongue to turn him down once again, you remembered the words of your wise friends just earlier that afternoon.
Whatâs the harm? Itâs not like thereâs anyone else showing up, no matter how much I might wish for it.
Shoving down your disappointment, you made an effort to smile in return at the Hufflepuff in front of you. âIâd love to, Zacharias.â
Offering his arm, you gingerly accepted, and the two of you walked back toward the castle together, watched only by a lone keeper exiting the nearby quidditch pitch.
After your rendezvous at the Black Lake, you had agreed to meet your friends back at your dormitory to dish. Hence, you were laying on your carpet, chronicling the nightâs events in scintillating detail. Like you, your friends were surprised by the identity of your admirer.
âSmith? As in Zacharias Smith?â At your nod, Hannah hemmed and hawed before letting out an expressive, âHuh.â
Sitting up from your horizontal position on the floor, you looked at your friend. âWhat is it?â
Hannah took her time in answering, before finally finding the words. âItâs just thatâŠZacharias isnât exactly who I had been picturing.â
While you were loath to admit it, Zacharias hadnât been who you were expecting that evening either, nor had he been who you had hoped to see. However, you couldnât help but wonder why Hannahâs expectations werenât met.
âWhyâs that?â you asked.
Before the Hufflepuff could answer, Ginny gave her two cents, âWell, because heâs a complete wanker.â
âGinny!â
âWhat, Han!â exclaimed Weasley, âItâs true! And I know you were thinking it too! Heâs one of the worst losers Iâve ever seenâand thatâs saying something, considering Ronâs my brother.â That sent you all into a fit of giggles, reminiscing on the times youâd had to witness the sore sport Ron could be when it came to quidditch. âSeriously, though,â the girl continued, âI saw him break a broom in a fit after losing in a scrimmage against Ravenclaw. A scrimmage, Y/n.â
âNot to rag on Zacharias, but I canât say that Iâm terribly fond of him either,â added Hannah. âIn our third year, he sold out one of his roommates to Snape after theyâd broken into the Potions storeroom together, just so heâd get out of detention. Made it terribly awkward between them for the rest of the termâ Hannah sighed, âHeâs not exactly a model Hufflepuff.â
Their stories only confirmed the sinking suspicion already settling in your mind. The time you had spent with Zacharias wasnât the worst, but it wasnât something you took to regularly reminiscing on. You distinctly remembered the feeling of relief when your History of Magic project together had ended. But that had been three years ago. Â
Plopping down beside you, Hermione nudged your shoulder. âMaybe heâs turned a new leaf? If he did all of this for you to show how interested he was, somethingâs had to have changed, right? None of us really know him.â
âIâm really hoping youâre right, Hermioneâ you admitted. âI think the romantic in me might die if I find out heâs the tosser you lot have made him out to be. After all the thought he put into those gifts and notesâŠâ
âIt doesnât bode well to make assumptions about people, Y/n. Just think about all the things people say about Luna,â remarked Padma to your left.
âPads!â you gasped in shock.
âLook, I love Luna and all her oddities and idiosyncrasies,â Padma offered, âBut if I had listened to all the awful things people have said about her, Iâd have never become friends with her. People call her Loony Lovegood for Godricâs sake!â
Padmaâs reasoning seemed to strike a chord with your group of friends. Sighing, Hannah turned to level a look at you. âPadmaâs right, you know. We shouldnât assume he sucks just from a handful of choice anecdotes.â
âWeâve forgiven all manner of sins, after all,â surmised Ginny. âEven with Ronâs grousing after losing a quidditch match, Hermione still wants to snog the living daylights out of my brother. Canât understand it for the life of me.â
âGinnyâenough!â
âWhat? Am I wrong?â
The next day, Hogwartsâs rumor mill was churning out the news of your impending date with Zacharias Smith. Intending to escape the careless whispers and curious looks waiting for you at breakfast in the Great Hall, you had made your way to the Kitchens. With a quick âHelloâ to Dobby and Winky, you grabbed a muffin (or three) and stuffed your mouth before heading towards the library. There, the murmurs of your classmates were kept at bay by the harsh glare of Madam Pince, ever the watchful librarian. However, it seemed not everyone feared the archivistâs death glare.
âYouâre going out with that prick, Smith?â The harsh accusation had your head snapping to find the person who had leveled it at you. That clipped tone belonged to none other than your coveted Potions partner currently towering above you and your corner table. To the untrained eye, Theo appeared terribly composed. Yet, you could see the tension in his neck, seemingly like a serpent ready to make a lethal strike. His eyes were glacial, boring into your own, mouth in a stern line to complete his sinister expression.
Narrowing your eyes at the venom leaking from his voice, you snappily answered. âIâve agreed to go to Hogsmeade with him, yes.â
Theo didnât seem to very much like your answer.
âWhy?â
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. âWhat?â
âWhyâve you agreed to go out with that gormless git?â
âExcuse me?â
âI thought it was a joke when Enzo mentioned it. I wouldnât do you the disservice of imagining it possible. How could Y/n go out with someone so incredibly thick and inconsiderate? Imagine my surprise when I found out Berkshire was being completely serious.â
You were struck by the leveled ire of his words. The Theo in front of you was completely unrecognizable to you, no longer the sarcastic and thoughtful Slytherin you had come to knowâcome to care for. While it was perfectly fair for you to have your reservations about your upcoming date with the Hufflepuff, Theo had no right to poke his nose in your business. Anger began to bubble up inside of you like a heated cauldron.
âNot that itâs your concern, Theo, or Berkshireâsâor anyoneâs concern for that matter, but yes, I have agreed to go out with him.â
Theo had the gall to laugh. âYou cannot be serious.â
âI am completely serious!â you scoffed. âAnd heâs been exceedingly thoughtful and considerate, if you must know. Sweets, flowers, notes, and the like! What do you know about being considerate, Theodore? Coming in here to scold me like a child!â
The face in front of you drained of color, no longer a vexed red. Confusion replaced his choleric expression before settling into his stony façade once more.
âYou really think Smith would do all of that, for you? That he would care about you that much?â
His questions sent a painful pang through your heart, never expecting such cruelty from someone you had come to consider as a friend, and possibly more.
âAs a matter of fact, Nott, I do.â With each word out of your mouth, that carefully constructed mask of measured indifference solidified. Everything you said would only bounce off his exterior. The boy in front of you was beyond reach.
Kissing his teeth, Nott hummed. âAnd here I was, giving you more credit than you deserved. My mistake.â With that, the Slytherin spun on his feet, making his swift exit from the library.
With half a mind to go after him, you popped out of your seat, chair screeching against the ground. You called out at his retreating form.
âNott, whatâwhere are you going? Weâve got Potions in five!â
working on the next installment of like the movies and it's coming along great!!! however i know you lot are not going to enjoy it!!!!!!! hehehehe just wait until you see what i've got cooking :P
In her seventh year, Y/n has yet to be in a relationship, a fact her friends are all too eager to call attention to. More than anything, Y/n desperately wants to be won over, to have a love like those in the Muggle movies she adores. She wants someone to work for her attention and show that they care. What happens when a secret admirer enters her life, promising to do just that? Will her fanciful notions of a perfect love bar her from accepting the newly discovered affections of a certain roguish Slytherin?
pairing: theodore nott x reader
rating: fluff
status: ongoing
author's note: hi!! if you don't know me, my name is mo! i write from time to time (read: year to year) and i've recently been obsessed with theodore nott and he's made me want to write for the first time in a while so...here we are! i hope you enjoy :) this post will function as my masterlist for this series, so stay tuned!
author's note: apologies for the unannouced hiatus!!! life is insane and i'm doing what i can. your patience is so so so appreciated. happy holidays and hope you like this next installment!
song inspiration: i've got a crush on you by ella fitzgerald
A week later, it was time for one of your favorite Hogwarts traditionsâa walk alongside your friends in the first snowfall of the season. Nestled in the Scottish Highlands, the grounds of Hogwarts were covered in a thick white down, issuing a comfortable silence over the castleâs occupants. The quiet was only broken by the peals of laughter coming from your friends. While your stroll together often devolved into a concerningly violent snowball fight or a contest to see who could make the best snow angel in the white winter blanket, you treasured those first few moments, arms linked with your nearest and dearest friends as you trod through the snow.
Your excitement for the winter chill was only heightened by the cold weather accessories you could now don, courtesy of your ever-mysterious admirer. Soft woven fabric currently graced your neck and hands, deftly keeping the wintry nip at bay. However, you werenât sure if you were feeling all warm and fuzzy because of your new scarf or the stranger you associated with it.
Fashionable and practical. Whoever this guy is, I canât fault his taste in accessories, or women, for that matter.
Its appearance hadnât escaped the notice of your closest friend.
âDone a bit of shopping, have you?â Hermioneâs voice broke your reverie. Stealing a glance at the curly-haired girl at your side, you couldnât help the shy grin breaking upon your face.
ââŠNot exactly.â
Your response caused her to pause in her stride, a smile growing that mirrored your own. âOh? Have you gotten another gift from your dear âTeddyâ?â Her teasing tone roused a blush on your chilled cheeks that could rival the cranberry scarf carefully wrapped around your neck.
My Teddy?
The thought seemed altogether ridiculous, but it didnât stop your stomach from flipping, giddy with measured excitement. Someone belonging to you, being yours, was completely foreign.
But certainly not unwelcome.
âSomething like that.â Your uncharacteristic bashfulness had Hermione squeezing the arm that was intertwined with hers. The pair of you had slightly separated from the rest of the pack and watched as your friends got their kicks from the snow. Ginny could be seen climbing a nearby birch tree, sneaking in hopes of dropping a heft of snow on Hannah who remained below, unaware to the redhead plotting above her. Parvati and Luna were trying to build a snowman bearing an impressive resemblance to Professor Flitwick.Â
âStill no idea who Teddy might be then?â asked Hermione, steering the both of you to sit on a nearby bench underneath a large willow, branches drifting in the slight breeze.
A sigh left your lips, âHonestly âMione, Iâm stumped, which is saying a lot, considering my superior intelligence and all.â Your comment earned you a swift whack to your arm and a choked laugh.
âAnd here I was thinking this secret admirer business wasnât giving you a big head!â
âHey!â You were quick to pick up some powdery snow from the benchâs armrest, tossing it in Hermioneâs general direction. The Gryffindor squealed as snowflakes landed in her hair and across her face.
Hermioneâs hands quickly dug into the snow below, getting ready to prepare a large snowball as payback.
âPlease, no! Have mercy upon me!â You yelped, throwing your hands up to cover your face.
Your pleas for leniency went unheard as your friend hurled the snow at you from close quarters. Looking down at the wet spot quickly growing on your coat, you muttered, âAlright, I may have deserved that.â
Hermioneâs eyes met your own and you both broke out into a fit of giggles. Catching your breath, you watched as it began to snow harder, crystals of snow dancing across your vision.
Breaking the gentle lull that had overtaken the both of you, Hermione spoke. âCan I ask you something, Y/n?â
ââCourse, âMione.â
âWho do you want Teddy to be?â
You felt like the wind had been knocked out of your lungs. Eyes bulging, you faltered at her directness. Â
âSome question, Hermione!â Your startled expression had Hermione laughing once more as she looked out at your friends enjoying the snowfall.
And yet, you couldnât help but find yourself thinking of those grey-blue eyes you had become all-too familiar withâthat seemed to haunt you in the most soul-stirring, heart-clenching way. A certain Slytherin who you were reluctant to admit was the better Potions student no matter how much you studied. A quidditch keeper you were hoping to keep around, in whatever way you could get.Â
Scrambling for a response, you turned your attention to Hermione who was already looking at you with a knowing expression. Reaching for your glove-clad hand, she grasped it in her own, giving a squeeze. This was yet another instance where Hermione was wise beyond her years, and you found that you didnât have to say a thing for her to know the person fliting across your mind.Â
Shuffling closer to Hermione, you rested your head on her shoulder, taking in the white landscape and its stillness before she spoke.
âI hope itâs him, too.â
As dusk fell, casting soft oranges and pink across the snowy terrain, you and your friends trekked back into the stony interiors of Hogwarts. Peeling off one by one, you found yourself headed towards the Library and its Restricted Section alone, determined to find some tome that would help you prepare for next weekâs Potion lesson. In office hours, Slughorn had hinted your Potions class would shortly be covering a host of love potions, some of the most notorious and difficult concoctions to brew, including Amortentia.
When you had mentioned your intention to seek out a textbookâs help on the subject earlier that afternoon, Luna had looked at you rather odd, querying, âWhy donât you just ask Nott for help?â
The question, simple enough in its premise and rather sound logic, had sent you sputtering for an answer, a flush quickly rushing up your neck and into your face. While you were coming to terms with the fact that you could possibly, perchance, maybe had feelings for your Potions partner, verbalizing that seemed beyond your capabilities at the moment, especially to Luna. Not that you had anything against your Ravenclaw friend, but you felt a tad silly admitting that you didnât think asking your totally hypothetical crush for help on love potions was something you could handle. Spouting some lame excuse about how it was better to âget your information from the source,â you had quickly absconded from the group and began your trek through the stone castle.
At this time of day, the library was rather empty, most students currently making their way to the Great Hall for their evening meal. You were thankful for the lack of coeds as you began your search for Laverne de Montmorencyâs seminal text on the subject of love potions, Les Philtres D'amour et Leurs Utilisations, or Love Potions and Their Uses. Skipping past the aged volumes of Most Potente Potions and the like, your eyes finally found the book you were searching for, squeezed between The Lives of Cursed Lycans and Magick Most Evile. Unfortunately, the desired item lay on a shelf that you couldnât graze with the tips of your fingertips even on your tippy toes.
Thank Merlin for magic and levitating charms.
Reaching for your wand, you realized it was in your coat pocket. Or rather, in the coat that was no longer on your person, and thus inaccessible at the moment. The kind friend that she was, Hermione had offered to take back your coat to your dorm with her since it was no longer needed in the warmth of Hogwartsâs halls. With no ladders in sight, you let out a huff. Peeking around to see if there was anyone around, you began to stack some books strewn around haphazardly as a makeshift stepstool.
If they were valuable, they wouldnât just be laying on the groundâŠright?
With six or seven books under your feet, your fingers just grazed the weathered spine before a hand entered your vision. It slyly grasped the book, pulling it out from its designated spot on the bookshelf with ease. In surprise, you began to wobble on your precarious book stackâwhich you were realizing more and more was most definitely a bad ideaâbefore it finally collapsed, your fall only broken by a toned arm now carefully cradling your waist.
What the fuck?
Shifting as quickly as you could in the tight quarters between the bookshelf and the strangerâs limb keeping you in place, you found yourself eye to eye with a rather broad chest. Catching a whiff of balsam firs and a certain smokiness, your eyes quickly glanced up to determine who this very nice-smelling torso belonged to, only to realize it was connected to the one person you were hoping wouldnât find you.
âI donât think Madam Pince will particularly appreciate you using her books as footstool,â mused Theo, the faintest smirk dancing across his lips. You werenât sure if you wanted to smack or kiss it off his face. âDoing a bit of light reading, hm?â Theoâs eyes glanced at the book he had snagged from the shelf, eyes slightly widening at the bookâs title. âAnd what are you reading about love potions for, Y/n? Brewing up some ideas?â
The Slytherinâs last remark had you gasping in horror, lightly smacking him on the chest. âI resent that insinuation!â
âYouâre the one reading up on love potions here, not me.â
A very unladylike squawk left your mouth. âMaybe I am doing a bit of light reading! Not that itâs any of your business anyway.â
Theoâs eyes seemed to sparkle with how much he was enjoying seeing you flustered. âIsnât it?â
That did it. Theo had rendered you utterly and completely speechless.
What the devil is that supposed to mean?
âIâI mean I donâtâŠum, well.â The sound of his quiet laughter had you shutting up, instead opting to turn completely red in the face at your complete freeze up.
âYou could have come to me, you know?â said Theo. Even though he had removed his hand from your waist, you could feel even now where it had once rested. You skin was still warm from the steady heat of his hand. âThatâs what Potions partners are for, right?â
âI was merely weighing the pros and cons between the ego boost you would get the second I asked for help and how much assistance I actually need on the subject. Clearly, Iâm worried for your pride.â That had Theo ducking his head and laughing once more.
âStill. Iâm here, you know. ForâŠwhatever.â Those eyes you had been picturing just hours before were now boring into yours, searching for something. Theo seemed to shuffle the tiniest bit closer, eyes lowering just a tad.
âYeah?â you asked, breathless in the close proximity.
âFor you? Yeah.â Heâs close now. That intoxicating smell is all you can focus on, drowning in Theoâs presence.
Is he going to�
Just as you think Theo might finally duck down and press his pink lips to yours, the sound of a falling book and sudden skin-scrawling screaming rudely interrupts, breaking the spell cast over you. Pulling apart like someone had poured ice cold water on the both of you, Theo turns to the culprit, a screaming novel that had fallen from the bookshelf you had been caged against. It takes him a few moments, but Theo manages to close the book, Siren Call, and lock it, placing it back on the shelf. The moment is over, you realize, as you hear the marked sounds of Madam Pinceâs heels making their way to the Restricted Section to see what the kerfuffle was about. Standing apart, you canât meet Theoâs eyes, all of a sudden very conscious of your surroundings.
Trying to kiss Theo in the Restricted Section? The hell were you thinking?!
âY/n.â The sound of your name being whispered pulls you from your thoughts. Theoâs watching you carefully, as if trying to discern your thoughts. âI reckon we should probably get out of here before Pince goes ballistic on us, hm?â Nodding, you join him as you both thankfully evade the rampaging librarian. With a murmured goodbye, you part ways as Theo heads towards the west wing of the castle. Stomach rumbling, you steer yourself towards the Great Hall, intending to join your friends who are no doubt wondering at your absence.
Stealing a last glance towards the Slytherin, your eyes meet Theoâs stormy gaze. Feeling that all-too familiar heat beginning to rise in your face, you shuffle along, embarrassment keeping your feet moving at a fast pace. Reaching the large wooden doors of the Great Hall, you turn once more, but Theo is gone.
Quick to find an open spot at the Gryffindor table, you remain silent that dinner, mind racing over the eveningâs events, or rather the complete arse you had made of yourself in front of Theo. Shoving a few buttered rolls and bites of butter chicken in your mouth, you make excuses of exhaustion to your housemates who look at you rather oddly for your quiet demeanor. To escape their scrutiny, you escape to your dorm shortly thereafter, plopping face down onto your bed. Youâre perfectly content to fall asleep then and there, but a scrap of parchment catches your eye, or rather what rests upon it does.
Is that aâŠlocket?
Gently reflecting in the moonlight floating in from your window, the necklace is stunning, to say the least, forged of metal carefully chosen to match the rest of your jewelry. Strung on a delicate chain, the exterior of the pendant is covered in swooping filigree, etched into the metal with care and finesse. Brushing a finger over the detail work with the utmost delicacy, you cannot help but feel your heart begin to melt.
Finding the locketâs latch, you press gently and hear a quiet click. Thankfully, there is no photo of you inside, however the identity of your admirer does not lie within either. Instead, you find an inscription engraved with sloping letters.
Yours, Teddy
Reading it, over and over, you cannot help but feel like your heart is liable to burst. Placing it down on your bedspread for a moment, your hand reaches for the parchment still carefully resting on your nightstand. Unfolding it, your eyes once more greet the boyish handwriting youâve become rather fond of.
Y/n,
My heart is yours, love.
Meet me at the shore of the Black Lake at dusk tomorrow.
In her seventh year, Y/n has yet to be in a relationship, a fact her friends are all too eager to call attention to. More than anything, Y/n desperately wants to be won over, to have a love like those in the Muggle movies she adores. She wants someone to work for her attention and show that they care. What happens when a secret admirer enters her life, promising to do just that? Will her fanciful notions of a perfect love bar her from accepting the newly discovered affections of a certain roguish Slytherin?
pairing: theodore nott x reader
rating: fluff
status: ongoing
author's note: hi!! if you don't know me, my name is mo! i write from time to time (read: year to year) and i've recently been obsessed with theodore nott and he's made me want to write for the first time in a while so...here we are! i hope you enjoy :) this post will function as my masterlist for this series, so stay tuned!
author's note: hi loves! thank you for all the kind comments on my most recent chapter!!! i hope you enjoy this one just as much!!
song inspiration: come away with me by norah jones
Hours later, the Gryffindor common room had emptied. The only remnants of the raucous victory celebration were a few scattered beer bottles, spare confetti, and shot glasses that had escaped the notice of your housemates. By now, everyone had settled in for the night, and you found yourself alone staring at the embers of the dying hearth. Sleep eluded you, however. Not that it mattered, seeing as you were due for rounds as a prefect. Sighing, you rose from the aged couch, grasping your wand, and headed toward the Fat Ladyâs portrait.
Thankfully, the stone corridors of Hogwarts were relatively vacant. You did have to shuffle along two Ravenclaw first years who had stayed in the library too long, but other than that you had yet to see anybody. Portraits lining the hall greeted you occasionallyâat least those not already asleep. Burying a yawn, you checked the watch on your wrist, only to see it read a little past one a.m.
It should be alright for me to call it a night by now, right?
As you swiveled around to head back toward Gryffindor Tower, you heard the faintest unintelligible speech to your left, coming from the West Tower where the owlery was nested.
I swear, if I catch Lucy Hurst trying to sneak her owl into her dorm again, Iâll lose it.
Trudging up the countless stairs, you headed towards the voice, whichâas you expectedâwas coming from somewhere near the owlery.
âGlielo porterai, vero, uccellino?â questioned the disembodied voice.
Just as you neared the top of the staircase, you heard a rush of wings and then silence. Clasping your wand, you muttered, âHomenum revelio,â casting a quick enchantment to verify the presence of another person in your vicinity. You felt someone just to your left.
Lucy Hurst, I swear to Merlinâ
Crossing the threshold, you were met with a startled Theo rather than Lucy. A cigarette hung loosely from his lips. He looked ragged, dark circles resting under his eyes. A dour expression was settled over his features, quickly supplanted by his surprise at your appearance. âChe cazzâWhat are you doing up here, Y/n?â
Did he sound nervous?
Looking up at the tall Slytherin, you cocked your head, âI think thatâs supposed to be my line, Theo. Considering youâre the one out after curfew, and all.â
âBut youâre here with me, arenât you?â
âLast I checked, you werenât a prefect.â
He took a drag from his cigarette, a soft chuckle falling from his mouth. He stared off in the direction behind you, blowing out smoke, before replying, âFair enough.â His usual fire was subdued, no quick quips in sight.
âYou know, I could dock you house points for being out of bed and smoking.â Those tempestuous eyes met yours and seemed to sear you with the strength of their gaze.
âAnd here I was thinking we were such grand friends, Y/n. What happened to looking out for your potion partner, hm?â The smallest of smirks appeared on his lips, softened by the late hour and the nightâs darkness.
âOh, for Godricâs sakeââ
âDidnât realize hitting a guy while heâs down was your style. First, I fuck up the quidditch game and now Iâm losing house points? Whereâs your sympathy?â
Despite his attempts to make light of Slytherinâs loss that morning, you could tell it was biting at him. Youâd seen Ron and Harry enough after a quidditch loss to know their sour moods afterwards were particularly unpleasant. Â
âFar as I know, quidditch is a team sport, Theo.â You clung to your cardigan, trying to keep warm as the nightâs chill began to settle into your body. âBesides, you had a better record than Ron today. Thatâs got to count for something, right?â
Theoâs eyes seemed to brighten at your words, his feet shuffling infinitesimally closer to you. âWatching me, were you?â
That had heat rushing to your checks and left you sputtering. âOhâI, wellâyouâre the one whoâwho said I should go!â Mirth seemed to dance on his face as your obvious flustered state.
Theo smiled, biting at his lip, âAnd you did.â
âWell, I meanâyeah.â Not wanting to look at Theoâs no-doubt teasing expression, you peered at his lithe hand holding the cigarette, his index finger tapping away the ashes ever so gently before returning it to his mouth.
Merlin's pants, that should not be as attractive as it is.
âYou know, even in the muggle world we know cigarettes are bad for you. Iâd reckon you were smarter than that.â Theo inhaled, before letting out a small breath of wispy white smoke.
He hummed, âJust needed to calm down for a bit. De-stress and all.â His response made you frown.
âThere are better ways to de-stress, you know, ways that donât pollute your lungs?â
âYouâre kidding,â he deadpanned. With that, you began to pull away, walking towards the staircase leading away from the owlery. âWhere are you headed off to?â he questioned from the top of the staircase.
Turning slightly, you continued downwards, calling over your shoulder, âTo show you a better way.â He still stood there, looking at you with a blank expression. You paused your descent. âAre you coming, or are you just going to stand there lookingâ"
âAlright, alright! âM coming.â
âDonât take that tone with me. I could still dock you points.â
âYou wouldnât.â
âI so would.â
After countless twists and shortcuts through the labyrinth that was Hogwarts, you finally made it to the Kitchens with Theo in tow, looking confused as ever.
âYouâve brought me to the Kitchens? To what, clean?â
âOh please, Iâm not that cruel.â Theoâs eyebrows raised.
You just glared at him.
âLet me just seeâah! Dobby!â At the sound of his name, Dobby trotted over clad in a questionable multicolored fuzzy vest with matching socks. Having been freed from the Malfoy family, he had taken to indulging in vivid andâŠinteresting fashion choices. He grinned at the sight of you, his smile only wavering a bit at the sight of the tall Slytherin standing just behind you.
âMiss Y/n! Dobby thinks youâre out a bit late, are you not? Dobby sees youâve broughtâŠa friend?â Crouching down to meet the house-elfâs short stature, you grasped his offered hand, bringing it into both of yours. During your time at Hogwarts, by way of your friendship with the Golden Trio, you had found yourself acquainted with the house-elf and formed a soft spot for him and his idiosyncrasies. On your escapades to the Kitchens, you often found yourself sitting with Dobby, enjoying a cup of tea together, while he regaled you with the latest developments of his newfound employment.
âYes, Dobby. Theo, here, is a friend of mine.â Out of the corner of your eye, you watched as Theo stooped down and offered his hand as you had, to which Dobby heartily grasped it and grinned.
âDobby is always happy to meet a friend of Miss Y/nâs!â
Returning Dobbyâs grin, Theo responded, âItâs a pleasure to meet you, Dobby.â
âNow, Dobby, he is a Slytherin, but weâll try to not hold that against him, wonât we? After all, we must set an example for them.â You tossed a teasing grin at Theo to which he rolled his eyes.
âDobby would never, Miss, even if Dobby is not particularly fond of the Malfoys.â
Theo laughed, âDonât worry, Dobby, Iâm not particularly fond of them either.â
âOh! Dobby likes him already!â
After a short chat with the house-elf, you brought Theo to a quieter corner of the Kitchens and away from the other house-elves milling about. Gesturing towards the stool beside you, you motioned at Theo to sit before the countertop.
âAre you planning to tell me what weâre doing here, or am I to remain in suspense?â
âPatience is a virtue, Theodore.â
âDo I look like a Hufflepuff to you?â
Snorting at Theoâs question, you waved your wand to delicately float a cookbook off a nearby shelf. Grasping its thick pages between your fingertips, you paused before turning toward him. âYouâre Italian, right?â
âFigured that out, did you? What gave me away?â Choosing to ignore his sarcasm, you flipped through the text before landing on a faded recipe for torta della nonna, or grandmotherâs cake.
âWeâre going to bake a torte, if you must know.â
Theo stared at you for a few moments. âYouâre messing with me.â
âI am not. There are better ways to de-stress, and baking is one of them. Itâs a healthy distraction, and you get something sweet at the end.â You turned toward Theo who looked at you with an expression between confused and bewilderment. âNow then, go get me a saucepan.â
Soon enough, you had Theo whisking milk, egg yolks, vanilla, and a few more ingredients together to form a promising pastry cream while you worked on making the dough that would encapsulate the filling.
âI donât understand why weâre not using wands to speed this up,â Theo mused as he flicked his wrist, stirring quickly to prevent the mixture from sticking to the bottom of the pan.
âLike I said,â you responded, kneading the dough into a uniform texture, âthis isnât about speed or ease.â You added a pinch of flour before continuing, âBesides, this is how my mum and I always do it.â
Theoâs eyes moved from the bubbling mixture to yours, a slight smile on his face, âOh yeah?â
You nodded, grinning back at him. âBaking with my mom is one of the things I miss most when Iâm at school. Before I even knew that I was a witch, I believed in magic because of my mum and her baking skills.â Theo laughed at that. âIâm serious! On some days, the only thing that could cheer me up were her chocolate chip cookies. Iâm still not entirely convinced she didnât include a drop of Elixir to Induce Euphoria somehow.â
âSheâs a muggle?â
âYep,â you answered, âEven after we learned I had magical abilities, she insisted we keep baking magic-free. Made it all the more special.â You smiled at the memory. âDid you ever bake with your mum, Theo?â
Your question caused a stiffening in the Slytherinâs body, eyes no longer meeting yours. âNo.â His eyes closed for a moment, before letting out a sigh. âShe died before we could do anything like that together.â
Your floured hands ceased their kneading as you turned towards him. âTheoâMerlin, Iâm sorry. I didnât even think when I askedââ You placed a hand on his shoulder in comfort.
ââS fine, really.â He turned toward you once more, sad eyes whose attention was drawn to your hand. âThough, I donât think my sweater is fine, considering how youâve just dirtied it.â In horror, you removed your hand only to see the dusty white handprint in its place. Groaning at your idiocy, you put your chalky hands on your face, only to realize your mistake.
Youâve got to be kidding me.
Theoâs laugh caused you to move your hands, glad to see that your foolishness had helped to lift the gloomy mood of your conversation. âIâve got flour all over my face, havenât I?â
Handing you a nearby kitchen towel, Theo chuckled, âPersonally, I think youâve never looked better.â
Grumbling, you made quick work of the flour on your face before pivoting your attention to the pastry cream. Stepping closer to Theo, you brought a finger to dip quickly into the custard before bringing it to your mouth to taste.
âHm, it needs a tad bit more vanilla.â
Theoâs eyebrows furrowed before he grasped the cookbook in his hands, âBut, Iâve already added in what the recipe called for.â
Chuckling at his perplexed expression, you grabbed the vial of vanilla extract before adding in a couple more drops.
âTheo, youâre just going to have to trust me on thisâyou canât always go exactly by the book. You may be the best Potions student in our year, but I certainly know more about baking than you.â
âI may be?â Theo questioned, turning to you.
You paused your stirring before looking up at him, âJury is still out on that one.â At your quip, Theo gazed at your face, a small smile gracing his lips, not saying anything. âWhat is it, have I still got flour on my face?â Your hand went to brush against your cheek, feeling for any remaining dust.
At your question, Theo broke out of his apparent reverie and cleared his throat. âNo, noââs nothing.â He clapped his hands together. âWhatâs next?â
A little while later, you pulled a beautiful torte from the oven. It had a golden crust, sprinkled with pine nuts, that you had Theo dust with powdered sugar for the finishing touch. The pair of you sat as you skillfully cut into the delicacy, slicing a portion for Theo and yourself. Whatever remained would be left to the house-elves as a thank you for letting you occupy a small space of the Kitchens.
You eagerly watched as Theo bit into the dessert, impatient to see what he thought.
âHm,â was all he offered in response.
âHm?â
He swallowed before continuing, âItâs alright.â
Your jaw hinged open, so wide that if your mum was there, she would tell you to close it before you started to catch flies. âJustâŠalright?â you squeaked out.
Theo sighed, before a grin finally broke through his stony façade. âItâs delicious, Y/n. Truly.â
With an indignant scoff, you swatted him with a kitchen towel, to which he fruitlessly tried to defend himself and the torte. âYou are such a wanker! And here I was trying to make you feel better!â
Theo chuckled, eagerly biting into his slice of the torte. âItâs great, really, but itâs just too easy to mess with you.â
Huffing, you bit into your own slice, content to enjoy your efforts and ignore the Slytherin beside you, until he bumped his shoulder into yours. âThanks for this, Y/n. I mean it.â
Smiling, you gave him a bump back, âAnytime, Theo.â
Realizing the time, you and Theo both decided youâd better head back to your respective dormitories to at least attempt at sleep. Having dropped you off at the Fat Ladyâs portrait, Theo walked toward the dungeons. You couldnât help but watch his retreating form, feeling a certain tightness and warmth in your chest that you were too tired to question. With a stupid smile on your face, you muttered âFortuna major,â before quietly stepping into the Gryffindor common room.
Clambering up the stairs and shuffling toward your room, you opened the creaky mahogany door as gently as possible, slinking towards your bed. Thankfully, your dormmates seemed none the wiser to your late arrival from prefect rounds. Shucking off your clothes, you nimbly changed into your pajamas in the dark, only managing to stub your toe once. Eager to slump into bed, your eyes almost missed the wrapped package sitting on your comforter, tied up with string.
Another gift? Already?
âŠNot that Iâm complaining.
Trying to wipe the sleep from your eyes, you brought the package under your blanket with you, muttering a quick, âLumos,â to see the damned thing. Fingers fumbling in exhaustion, you finally managed to get it open to see a matching scarf and gloves, woven from a luxurious-feeling cashmere wool and dyed a stunning shade of cranberry. At the end of the scarf, towards the fringe, you found your initials embroidered in a soft white. You rubbed the fabric between your fingers, treasuring its softness.
As was custom, you searched for the signature piece of parchment, which was tucked into the crinkled tissue paper. Opening it, you couldnât fight the smile that graced your weary face.
Y/N,
Hopefully these can help you stay warm, darling.
Yours,
Teddy
If it werenât for the late hour and your dormmates slumbering in such close quarters, you think you might have squealed and melted into a puddle of mush with the warmth coursing through you. Nixing the light coming from your wand, you placed the latest gift on your nightstand, gingerly touching the cloth one last time. Closing your eyes, you drifted off to sleep at last, a smile on your slumbering face.
In her seventh year, Y/n has yet to be in a relationship, a fact her friends are all too eager to call attention to. More than anything, Y/n desperately wants to be won over, to have a love like those in the Muggle movies she adores. She wants someone to work for her attention and show that they care. What happens when a secret admirer enters her life, promising to do just that? Will her fanciful notions of a perfect love bar her from accepting the newly discovered affections of a certain roguish Slytherin?
pairing: theodore nott x reader
rating: fluff
status: ongoing
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song inspiration: dreams by the cranberries
The next morning, you found yourself trudging towards the quidditch pitch with Hannah and Hermione in tow. Autumn was making a grand show of her arrival. The forest surrounding Hogwartsâ vast grounds was already bleeding into warm reds and oranges. Crisp air bit at the ruddy cheeks of Hogwarts students buzzing with excitement at the first match of the season.
As beautiful as it was, it was also nippy, and you were starting to regret having foregone your outerwear. Your admirable, but ultimately stupid, decision to wear your maroon and gold sweater in support of Gryffindor without a jacket resulted in chattering teeth and your palmsâ frantic attempts to rub warmth back into your body.
âIf I ever decide I need to be so school spirited again, bonk me over the head, will you?â
Hannah laughed at your ridiculous request as you trod together towards the stands. âI hardly think that will be necessary.â
Crossing your arms over your chest, you hunched over in a vain attempt to contain your quickly dissipating body heat. âI think my fingers might actually freeze off, Han. Are my lips turning blue?â You turned to the blonde, playfully pursing your lips.
Hannah grasped your chin, giving your mouth a quick glimpse before a grim expression overtook her face. âLooks like youâve got a bad case of frostbite. Might need to amputate, honestly.â You gasped in mock horror.
Another gust of autumnal wind had you cringing at the chill. âMy nipples could cut through diamonds, right about now,â you muttered. That had Hannah pealing over with laughter.
Hermione rolled her eyes. âEnough with the dramatics. Youâll be warmer once weâre in the stands.â
You shuffled closer to Hannah as you began to walk up the countless flights of stairs of the stands, grasping her arm in yours and intending to steal her body heat. âYouâre no fun, âMione.â She ignored you.
Rude.
âDonât you worry,â Hannah said, moving her arm out of your grasp to pull you in by the shoulder. âIâll keep you nice and warm,â she giggled, wiggling her eyebrows at you.
âMy knight in shining armor!â You exclaimed, clasping your hands to your chest and batting your lashes at her in faux flirtation.
Behind you, Hermione groaned. âItâs too bloody early to be dealing with you two.â
You and Hannah quickly wrapped Hermione in your fold, trying to alleviate the sour mood of your dear friend. Finally, she gave you a reluctant grin. âAlright, alright, letâs just get a spot in the stands before theyâre all gone, hm?â
âYes maâam.â
The three of you eventually found seats beside the Patil twins who had also come to cheer on the Gryffindor team. Parvati seemed surprised at your arrival.
âI wasnât expecting to see you, Y/n. Youâre not usually one for early morning quidditch.â
Parvati wasnât wrong. You took sleeping in on the weekends very seriously, considering how little you got to once the school year got into the swing of things.
You shrugged, âYou know, itâs our seventh yearâhave to enjoy it while I can, yeah?â
Not that a certain Slytherin was counting on your appearance or anything.
Parvati seemed to squint the slightest bit, as if sensing your response wasnât the whole truth.
âBesides,â you said, bumping her shoulder with yours, âIâve decided to grace the masses with my presence. Iâm all about being generous.â Parvati let out a shocked breath before giving you a shoulder bump of her own.
âWhatever you say.â
As with any match between the rival houses of Gryffindor and Slytherin, underhanded moves, bodychecks, and downright filthy maneuvers characterized the playing strategy of both teams. Tensions were high across the pitch and within the stands as everyone watched with bated breath and barely contained excitement to see which team would beat out the other. Lee Jordanâs voice occasionally rang out over the enchanted speakers announcing fouls and goals as blips of green and red crossed your vision. You could hardly make any of them out as they whooshed past and left you colder than ever.
If my mum were here, Iâd never hear the end of not bringing a coat.
You continued to fitfully shiver as you tried to discern the players, looking out for Harry and Ginny amongst others. The one player you could definitively make out was the Slytherin keeper nearest to where you sat, who was none other than your Potions partner. It made sense that Theo was a keeper, considering Ronâs particular dislike for the Italian.
Ron was many things, but subtle was not one of them.
Despite being decked out in your houseâs colors, you couldnât help but cheer internally each time Theo skillfully deterred Gryffindor chasers attempting to score. There was a certain degree of elegance to his athleticism. It was calculating and methodical, but aggressive all the same. He was well suited to Slytherin. Theo belonged on the quidditch pitch.
He lookedâŠgood out there.
As if sensing your gaze from the stands, Theoâs eyes trailed over before settling on you. Meeting his stare, you gave a small smile and sent a small wave, keeping your other arm tucked into your body for warmth. He flashed a grin that you could only describe as roguish, before his attention was drawn back to the game. Katie Bell was rearing toward him, careening with the crimson quaffle in tow. Cutting through the air, Theo dodged an incoming bludger before swatting the leather-covered quaffle with his broom head away from the tiered goal hoops. As his teammates caught the quaffle and raced in the opposite direction, that heavy gaze of his returned to you. His mirthful eyes almost seemed to say, âDid you see that?â
You did. You saw him.
210-130. The final score reflected Gryffindorâs unexpected triumph over Slytherin, thanks to Harryâs innate talent as a Seeker. Despite Slytherin having a lead on Gryffindor for the entirety of the game, Draco had let the snitch slip through his grasp, leading the team to a rough and irritating defeat. Around you, the crowd was in an uproar, raucously celebrating Gryffindorâs victory, setting the tone for the oncoming quidditch season. You cheered with Hermione and Parvati by your side, clapping for your friends on the team and their exciting win. Soon, you were all clambering down onto the wet green of the pitch, awaiting the teamâs reappearance.
Huddling into the warmth of Parvatiâs side, you and your friends recounted the best moments of the match.
âCan you believe that early save by Ron? I swear, I thought Pucey was going to take his head clean off.â Hermione exclaimed.
âWorried over Ron, are we?â teased Hannah, prompting a shove from Hermione.
âIâm allowed to worry about my best friend, arenât I?â
âOh, so thatâs what he is, hm?â questioned Padma to your right, who, anticipating Hermioneâs incoming push, deftly avoided it. Hermione glared.
You couldnât help but chuckle at your friendsâ antics, gaze trailing over the field swarming with students, professors, and the like. A group of green crossed your vision, the Slytherin team reemerging from their changing rooms, looking absolutely miffed. Theoâs head was turned toward the ground, eyebrows furrowed in what you had no doubt was a sour expression.
Poor Theoâhe must be absolutely gutted.
You tried to make eye contact with him, but now he was avoiding your eyes, squaring his shoulders as he plodded away from the pitch, alone. The sight was all too familiar, reminding you of that day in Hogsmeade.
Someone should go after himâŠright?
You shifted your feet, unsure, before speaking to your friends, âHey guys, Iâm going toââ Your next words were interrupted by Ginnyâs arm circling over your shoulder and her excited holler, reanimating the crowd into shouts of victory. The Gryffindor team was back. As your friends cheered and swarmed around you, the sight of Theoâs back disappeared from your vision, lost in a crowd of crimson and gold. Soon, you were being moved along with the rest of Gryffindor house and friends back to the common room to celebrate the first victory of the season. You took one last look in the direction the Slytherin keeper went, before moving along with your friends.
