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genre 1.4k words | SMUT with no plot. nsfw under the cut!
warnings oral (male receiving), unprotected sex (use protection everyone), and use of nicknames.
Mattheo watches as you lean in closer, lips tantalizingly close to his own. His heart pounds in his chest, and he can feel a heat rising. He wants nothing more than to taste you, to explore every inch of you with his tongue.
“Oh, you don’t know how long I’ve waited for this,” He murmurs, “For you.”
He closes the gap, capturing your lips in a rough kiss. His hands move to cradle your head, holding you in place as he explores the depths of your mouth with his tongue.
Caught off guard by the sudden intensity of the kiss, you freeze for a moment. But then, you melt into it, returning the kiss with equal passion. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling yourself closer to him.
“Mmm...” You moan softly against his lips. “So you fancy me, Mattheo Riddle?”
Your hands wander down, tracing the muscles of his chest. You can feel his heartbeat quickening under your fingers, and it only serves to fuel your desires.
Mattheo groans into the kiss, his body responding eagerly to your touch. He pulls you closer, his hands roaming over your body, exploring every inch. His tongue dances with yours, each stroke sending sparks of pleasure shooting through his body.
“The real question is,” he says against your lips, pulling back slightly. “Have you ever thought of me?”
He continues to hold you close, his hands moving lower to rest on your hips. His mind is full of images of what you can do together, and he can’t help but wonder how far he could push you.
You bite your lip, trying to suppress a moan. “You keep touching me like that,” You breathe out, “And you won't have to wonder anymore.”
You shift, straddling him without breaking eye contact. You can feel his hardness pressing against you through your robes. You rock your hips gently against him, letting him know exactly what you want.
Mattheo growls, the feeling of you grinding against his throbbing member is almost too much. He grips your hips tighter, guiding your movements as he thrusts up into you, seeking friction against your wetness.
“Fuck,” He hisses, his breath coming in short pants. “You're driving me insane.”
His hands move to rip open his robe, revealing his bare chest. He can feel his skin burning under your touch, and he revels in the way you explore his body. His cock strained against the fabric of his trousers, begging for release.
You gasp loudly as you feel Mattheo's cock press against you. “God, Mattheo,” You whimper, biting your lip, “You're so fucking hard.”
You reach down, fumbling with the buttons of his trousers. Your fingers tremble with excitement as you finally manage to free his cock, which springs forth, eager and ready. You stroke him once, twice, marveling at his size before leaning down to take him into your mouth.
Mattheo throws his head back, a groan escaping his lips. His hands tangle in your hair, guiding your movements as he pushes deeper into your mouth.
“Fuck,” he hisses, his hips jerking upwards instinctively. “That's it, right there.” His eyes roll back as he loses himself in the pleasure of your oral attentions. He can feel his climax building rapidly by seeing your mouth full of his cock. He tightens his grip on your hair, urging you to take him deeper.
You bob your head up and down Mattheo’s shaft, taking as much of him as you can handle. Your hands rest on his thighs, providing leverage as you work his cock with your mouth. You gag around his dick, the vibrations adding another layer of pleasure to the mix.
“That’s my girl, taking all of me.” Mattheo grits his teeth, and the pleasure coursing through his body is almost unbearable. He can feel his orgasm building, coiling tightly in his balls.
“Salazar,” he grounds out, his voice hoarse, “I’m going to cum soon if you keep sucking me like that.”
Mattheo tugs your hair harder, signaling for you to pick up the pace. His hips bucks upwards, thrusting his cock deeper into your mouth. He can feel his climax approaching quickly now.
With one final suck, you deepthroat him completely, swallowing around his girth as you hold him there, milking him for all he was worth.
At the sensation of your throat constricting around him, Mattheo's world went white. He explodes, his seed spilling into your mouth in hot, sticky ropes. His hips jerk uncontrollably as waves of pleasure crash over him.
“Fuck, baby,” Mattheo pants, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy. “That was incredible.”
As the last of his climax fades, he slowly pulls out of your mouth, watching as you lick your lips clean. His breathing is heavy, his body still humming with residual pleasure.
“Your turn,” He says, reaching out to pull you down onto the bed next to him. You giggle as your hands slide down to unbutton your robes.
Mattheo’s hands roam over your body, tracing the curves of your ass before gripping them firmly.
“Let’s hear you scream my name.”
With that, he flips you onto your back, pinning you beneath him. His eyes burn into yours as he begins to trail kisses down your neck, making his way toward your breasts.
You gasp, arching your back off the bed as Mattheo's lips find your sensitive skin. You thread your fingers through his hair, holding him close as he teases your nipples into hardened peaks.
Mattheo lavishes attention on each breast, alternating between nibbling and sucking until they are both swollen.
He moves lower, kissing down your stomach until he reaches the middle of your thighs. He pauses for a moment, inhaling deeply before spreading your legs wide.
“You sure about this?”
You nod eagerly, biting your lip as anticipation coursed through your veins. You look down at Mattheo, watching intently as he positions himself between your thighs.
“I want you,” You spread yourself wider for him, “Don't hold back.”
Mattheo lines up his throbbing member with your slick folds, rubbing the tip against your clit before slowly pushing in. Despite his size, he managed to fit comfortably inside you.
“See what you do to me?” he grunts, starting to move his hips in slow, deliberate thrusts. “You feel so good around me”
His grip tightens on your thighs as he picks up speed, pounding into you mercilessly. Every thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body, but he kept his focus solely on you.
You cry out, the feeling of his thick cock stretching your tight walls is overwhelming, sending sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine.
You meet each of his thrusts with an eager push of your hips, urging him to go faster, harder.
“You like that?” he grunts, slamming into you with brutal force, “You’re taking me so well.”
You scream, your voice echoing throughout the room as Mattheo hits a spot deep within you that makes stars burst behind your closed eyelids. Your inner muscles spasm around him, trying to desperately hold onto him as an orgasm rips through you.
“Mattheo!” Your entire body shakes violently under him. “I'm gonna cum!” Your pussy clenches even tighter around him, milking his cock for all it was worth.
Mattheo feels your climax, causing his pleasure to spike exponentially. He groans loudly, the sound muffled by the soft flesh of your breasts pressed against his chest.
“That's it, cum for me,” He hisses, quickening his pace even more. His orgasm builds rapidly at the base of his spine, threatening to overwhelm him.
“Good girl,” he says, finally feeling his control slipping, “I'm gonna cum in you.” With one final, powerful thrust, Mattheo spills himself inside you as he rides out his climax alongside yours.
You collapse beneath Mattheo, your breath coming in ragged gasps as waves of pleasure crashes over you. You cling to him tightly, your body still trembling from the intensity.
“So,” Mattheo pants, looking down at you with glazed eyes. “Another round?”
pairing theodore nott x fem!slytherin!reader
about fluff, angst | 1.7k words | exes to lovers
warnings mentions of time skip, use of y/n, and a dumb theo
“Friends?”
“Friends.”
That marked the end of your two-year relationship with Theodore. As he said his final word, you turned away, walking down the winding steps of the Astronomy Tower, holding back the emotions until you returned to your dormitory.
The night blurred into a haze of tears, finding comfort in Pansy’s shoulder as both of you nestled on the dorm floor. Hours passed in a cocoon of sadness before Blaise, Mattheo, Lorenzo, and even Draco appeared with snacks and muggle movies, trying to lift your spirits.
Wrapped up in your distress, you didn't think to ask how they found out about your breakup. Unbeknownst to you, amidst his own pain, Theodore asked his friends to comfort you instead of him.
Three weeks had gone by since the breakup. As promised, you and Theodore went back to being friends, just like before, merely two friends within the same tight-knit circle. But beneath the surface of friendliness, your friends noticed the underlying tension between you and Theodore, silently wishing for a reunion.
It was a random morning in the Great Hall when you announced to your friends that you would be occupied before dinner to take on the extra credit assignment for Herbology. Your friends looked at you strangely, the assignment was unnecessary for someone with such high marks, but inside you wanted a distraction from everything.
Back in the common room, the attention shifted to Theodore, the elephant in the room finally about to be addressed.
“So, what led to the breakup?” Blaise relaxed in his chair while Theodore sighed, looking at the ceiling.
“She didn’t say why, but she mentioned that you initiated the breakup,” Draco said casually, trying to hide his interest in the situation.
“I told her she deserved better.”
Silence.
Suddenly, Lorenzo burst into laughter.
“Salazar, Enzo,” Pansy stood, disregarding Lorenzo's reaction. “So, let me get this straight,” she pointed her finger at Theodore, “You're saying the reason the group has been down is because you decided she deserved someone better?”
Mattheo set aside his cigarette, “Didn’t expect you to be so naive, mate.”
Blaise nodded, “Thinking that's an explanation. Y/n adores you, where will you find a girl better than her?”
Theodore’s face paled, “She’ll find someone better and eventually leave me. I couldn’t handle that.”
Draco stayed composed, “So you ended it first. Well done, Theo.”
Theodore buried his face in his hands, letting out an exasperated groan. “You all know she has a promising future after graduation. Why should she stay with me and be held back?”
“Did you talk to her about this, or did your insecurities make the call?” Lorenzo’s words made Theodore freeze, lost in thought.
Pansy packed up, checking the time. “Dinner’s soon. Let’s go.”
The boys followed Pansy, leaving Theodore alone, contemplating if his decision was right for your relationship.
"I got the job!"
Strolling around Hogsmeade with Blaise and Pansy, you stumbled upon a new place—a wizarding coffee shop. Your liking for muggle coffeehouses sparked your curiosity, pushing you to ask about potential employment.
Excitement bubbled as you shared the news with your friends in the Great Hall.
“We’ve got a place to visit now.” Lorenzo grinned, aware it might bring some joy after a while.
Pansy nudged Draco, "Let’s study there. OWLS are coming up and some muggle coffee might help."
Draco glanced at Theodore, who sat in silence, unsure of what to say. “That sounds like a plan. I could use some muggle coffee.”
They all knew Draco was convincing Theodore to join.
"When do you start?" Mattheo asked between sips of hot chocolate.
You remembered your upcoming schedule, “Next week, Wednesdays and Saturdays? Once I’m trained, next Saturday, I’ll treat you all to some amazing muggle coffee."
The group agreed, planning to meet at your workplace next Saturday.
“Five cups of regular iced coffee, please.” You operated the muggle machine, engrossed in fulfilling the order.
“Oh, hey, Theodore. Are the others here?” You looked around, causing Theodore’s shoulders to slump slightly.
“They're at the big corner table. Enzo insisted the natural sunlight would help with studying…”
A soft chuckle escaped, “You can go back, I’ll bring the drinks over when ready.” Theodore nodded, returning to the café’s corner.
Blaise grabbed the first cup but stopped when Pansy teased him. “Don’t hog! Share!”
“How does it taste?” you asked, turning to your friends.
“Y/n, muggle coffee is amazing.” Mattheo praised, soon followed by Blaise signaling he finished his drink.
“I should tell my father about this place,” Draco chimed in, and before you knew it, all the cups were empty.
“I should get back to work, see you at dinner.”
“What time do you finish?” Theodore's sudden interest surprised everyone.
“Y/n?”
"I'm done around six," You said while feeling a bit overwhelmed inside.
Theodore nodded, indicating your return to work.
Numerous customers kept you busy. Though you didn’t need money, the experience was enriching.
While your friends left at five, Theodore stayed. He moved to a quiet spot facing the counter where you worked.
Ignoring his shift, you focused on the new customers who walked in.
“Y/n, it's six, you can leave,” your boss said, offering a pastry.
“Thanks,” grabbing your coat, you started to leave the kitchen.
“Are you done?” Theodore was poised by the counter, waiting for your response.
“Theodore, did you wait?”
Signaling to walk together, he said, “I had a few assignments that I wanted to finish early so I stayed longer.” His nervous fidgeting gave away his lie, his habit you remembered from your past relationship.
You hummed, touched by his waiting.
“I might visit often. I didn't mention earlier, but the coffee’s great.”
Walking back to Hogwarts, feelings for Theodore surfaced since the breakup.
How could you move on when he acted this way?
For two months, Theodore kept his promise, visiting the café every Wednesday and Saturday, bringing schoolwork, and leaving with you.
You felt the emotions returning but you were scared to get hurt. After all, he initiated the breakup, right?
Your friends noticed Theodore’s absence on your workdays, understanding where Theodore was without verbal explanation.
“One large iced coffee, please.” You prepared a cup, “And your name?”
“Theo.”
“Oh,” You looked up at Theodore. “One large iced coffee for Theodore.” You repeated his order and placed the cup down.
“Why don’t you call me Theo anymore?” His disappointment was evident.
Meeting his gaze, you explained, “Because we’re just friends.”
Theodore observed the cup, then you.
“You know what, I think I forgot something at my dorm. I’m going to go.” His tone was sharper than he meant, leaving the café abruptly.
“Now you're the clueless one. Salazar, why do I have two of them?” Lorenzo dramatized, earning an eye roll from you.
Theodore disappeared after the café meeting. Unaware of his whereabouts, your friends gathered in the common room, waiting for his return.
“I mean, Y/n, Enzo's right,” Pansy said, sipping the muggle coffee you brewed for the group.
“He ended things months ago. I don’t see why you're all on his side.” Frowning, you didn’t grasp their empathy toward Theodore.
“Y/n, listen,” Blaise interrupted, “Regardless of who initiated the breakup, Theodore has come to your café twice a week for months, just to spend time with you.”
Draco echoed Blaise’s sentiments. “OWLS were done a month ago, yet he still visits. Give Theo credit for trying.”
You sighed, “I care for him, but I don’t want to be hurt again. He should just tell me. His actions are misleading if he doesn’t want to reconcile.”
Lost in thought, the warmth of the common room enveloped you, the crackling fire providing a soothing ambiance.
As evening approached, your thoughts circled Theodore’s sudden exit from the café, leaving you unsettled, your mind in disarray.
Unnoticed, the common room door creaked open. Theodore entered, visibly anxious. His eyes met yours, a blend of hesitation and resolve painting his expression.
The room fell silent as Theodore approached you, a mix of emotions playing across his face. Without a word, you got up and led him out of the common room.
The two of you reached the Blake Lake, facing each other, as the tension filled the air. Theodore struggled with his thoughts, torn between holding back and speaking up.
“I’m sorry for earlier,” he started, a hint of regret in his tone. “I didn’t mean to leave abruptly. I've been struggling, Y/n.”
“Struggling? With what, Theodore?”
Gathering his thoughts, he spoke earnestly. “With everything between us. The breakup wasn't about not caring about you. I was scared.”
“Scared?” Your voice softened, understanding blooming within.
Theodore nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. “I was scared that you would realize I was holding you back and leave me. So I thought if I let you go, you would be better off.”
Your heart ached, his honesty striking a chord with your own doubts. “But, Theodore, you never gave me a chance to choose. You made that decision for me.”
“I know, and I regret it every day.” Remorse filled his words, and his vulnerability was evident. “I visited the café because I wanted to be near you. But I understand if it’s been confusing for you.”
Silence hung, emotions swirling like a storm.
“I never stopped loving you,” you whispered, emotions stirring within.
He met your gaze, “I don't want to lose you again, Y/n. I want us to start over, I'll do everything to make things right.”
“Let's take it slow, Theodore. Start over and let's see where it takes us.”
A soft smile appeared on his face, relief in his eyes. “I promise, I'll do everything.”
"I've missed this," Theodore confessed softly, his eyes reflecting a mixture of emotions.
You gently squeezed his hand, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Me too. I think we both needed this time to figure things out."
Theodore stopped walking, turning to face you with resolve. "I want us to try again, to be together, properly this time.”
Your heart skipped a beat, warmth spreading through you at his words. You looked into his eyes, seeing a depth of sincerity that reassured you more than any words could. "I want that too, Theodore. Let's give us another chance."
With that shared agreement, a sense of relief and joy washed over both of you. Walking hand in hand, Theodore smiled for the first time in months.
pairing theodore nott x fem!slytherin!reader
genre fluff | 1.8k words | friends/fwb to lovers
warnings mentions of drinking alcohol, use of y/n
song "message in a bottle" — red (taylor's version), taylor swift
YOU WOKE UP IN THEODORE NOTT'S BED, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains of his dorm room. His room was a comfortable mess, with books and clothes scattered around, and the faint scent of cologne lingering in the air.
You sat up stretching, feeling the warmth of the blanket cocooned around you, and glanced at Theodore, who was still half-asleep beside you.
"Y/n, come on, stay a bit longer," Theo mumbled, his voice husky with sleep as he reached out to pull you back into the warmth of the bed. His eyes, heavy with sleep, pleaded with you to stay.
You chuckled softly, shaking your head. "I can't, Theo. It's Sunday so I need to complete my Transfiguration paper."
He groaned, rubbing his eyes as he sat up, his messy hair adding to his disheveled charm. "You always leave early in the morning. Can't you take one day off and cuddle?"
Your heart fluttered at the thought of spending the day wrapped in Theo's arms, but you knew you couldn't afford to slack off. "I wish I could," you replied, swinging your legs over the side of the bed and standing up. "But if I don't finish this paper, McGonagall will have my head."
Theo smirked, watching you as you searched for your shoes amidst the clutter of his room. "You know, most people would kill for an excuse to stay in bed longer. Especially with me."
You rolled your eyes playfully, finally finding your shoes and slipping them on. "Nice try, Nott."
He sighed dramatically, leaning back against his pillows, the morning sunlight casting a golden glow on his features. "Fine. But you're going to Draco's dorm to hang out later, right?"
You smiled, grabbing your robe and heading towards the door. "Of course. I'll see you later, Theo. Try not to miss me too much."
He laughed, throwing a pillow in your direction as you left his room. The cool air of the dungeon corridors greeted you as you made your way back to your own dorm, a contented smile lingering on your lips.
Later that night, all of your friends decided to drink, but after running out of alcohol, you and Mattheo offered to go get some more. Thankfully, the Weasley twins owed you a favor, and they had some leftover liquor from the last Gryffindor party.
Although both of you were tipsy, making the entire journey humorous, you were sober enough to navigate the dark corridors.
"Matt, stop, you're going to wake up the entire floor!" you shushed Mattheo’s laughter as you walked up the stairs to the dorms.
“All right, all right,” Mattheo whispered back, his voice still carrying a hint of amusement. He was holding the crate full of bottles, which were making noises with every lousy step.
As you approached Draco’s dorm, you slowed your steps, Mattheo following suit. The low murmur of voices from inside caught your attention.
“What do you think they're talking about?” you whispered to Mattheo.
You nodded, turning Draco's door knob quietly to open the door. When the door had a small crack, you both inched closer to the hole, trying to listen in without being noticed.
“So, when are you confessing to Y/n?” Blaise's voice rang out, breaking the quietude of the hallway.
“I’m tired of listening to how you're going to ask her out, then never have the guts to actually do it,” Blaise continued, his tone laced with amusement.
The mention of your name made you hold your breath and you felt Mattheo tense from beside you. In your best friend's head, you weren't supposed to find out this way.
“I agree with Blaise,” Lorenzo chimed in. “Just go on and ask her out already.”
Then came Pansy's voice, her tone teasing. “I can't believe you've fallen for your friends with benefits.”
Theodore Nott likes you?
"I heard Diggory is planning on asking her out this week. If you're serious about her, you should make a move before him."
Theodore sat in silence at Draco's comment, the gears in your head turning like clockwork.
You stole a glance at Mattheo, the new information soaking in. He smirked at your clueless face before he stood up straightening his back and had you do the same.
“We’re back with more bottles! Who’s ready to drink more?” Mattheo walked inside the dorm to set the crate down.
You felt yourself sobering up as you stood by the door, still taken back at the new information. Eventually, you stepped in, closing the door behind you, the open spot next to Theodore reserved for you.
When you sat in your old seat, Theodore’s arm snaked around your waist, placing his head on your shoulder. He placed his hand on your thigh, joining in the new topic that your friends were discussing.
The night continued as if nothing had changed, but the knowledge of Theodore's feelings weighed heavily on your mind.
You laughed along with your friends and enjoyed the drinks but you couldn't help calculate to all of Theodore’s touch, as it felt more meaningful.
The next day, you woke up with a knot of nerves in your stomach. You had Potions class with Mattheo, and you were determined to ask him for confirmation about Theodore. You’d had a crush on Theo for years, and the uncertainty was driving you crazy.
As you walked to the dungeons, you noticed the familiar hustle and bustle of students making their way to class. The cool air and the stone walls of Hogwarts offered little comfort as you navigated through the corridors, your thoughts consumed by the conversation from last night.
When you entered the classroom, you spotted Mattheo setting up your workstation. He glanced up and offered you a small smile, but you could tell that he sensed something was bothering you.
Professor Snape swept into the room, his presence commanding attention. "Today, you will be brewing Veritaserum," he announced, his voice cutting through the quiet chatter of the students.
After a brief reminder of when the potion was due, the classroom erupted into activity as students gathered ingredients and prepared their cauldrons.
You and Mattheo worked side by side, but your mind was elsewhere, the events from last night playing on a loop in your head.
About halfway through the class, as you waited for a potion to simmer, the room filled with the low hum of conversations. Seizing the opportunity, you turned to Mattheo, the anticipation of the previous night's revelations still weighing heavily on your mind.
"Matt," you began quietly, your voice barely above a whisper, the words feeling heavy on your tongue. You glanced around to make sure no one else was listening, the tension palpable in the air.
"What's up, Y/n?" Mattheo replied, his voice barely audible over the gentle bubbling of the cauldrons. He looked at you expectantly, his eyes filled with curiosity.
"Last night, when we overheard the conversation in Draco's dorm... about Theo," you said, the words tumbling out in a rush, the weight of the revelation pressing down on you.
Mattheo's face softened, a knowing look in his eyes as he nodded in understanding. "Yeah, it's true. Theo's fancied you for a while now. You weren’t supposed to find out that way, he’s been wanting to confess. He just hasn't had the guts to say anything."
You sighed in relief and frustration, the words hanging in the air like a heavy fog. "I really like him too, but I don't know what to do. I feel like I'm just waiting for him to make a move but it’ll take forever."
Mattheo smiled sympathetically, his expression filled with understanding. "Sometimes, you just have to be patient. Theo will come around. He's just... not good at expressing his feelings."
His words offered some comfort and you forced yourself to focus on the potion in front of you, but your mind was still consumed by thoughts of Theodore.
After classes finished, you were sitting by the Black Lake, enjoying the warm weather and the rare moment of peace. The sky was clear, and the gentle breeze made the day perfect for a relaxing break.
You noticed Cedric Diggory standing nearby, looking like he wanted to approach you. He caught your eye and walked over with a friendly smile.
"Hey, Y/n," he greeted, standing beside you. "I've been meaning to ask you something." You smiled back, though your mind instantly recalled Draco's words the other night
"What's up, Cedric?"
"Well," Cedric began, rubbing the back of his neck, "I was wondering if you'd like to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?"
From a distance, Theodore saw you talking to Cedric. His heart sank as he saw Cedric leaning in, seemingly asking you something important.
He couldn't hear the conversation, but he could see the serious expressions on both of your faces. Panic surged through him as he rushed over, hoping it wasn’t too late.
Theodore left Pansy and Draco's side, their faces confused at his sudden departure. It was when they saw that you were with Cedric, that the two smirked with knowing looks.
As Theodore got closer, Cedric smiled at you one last time before walking away, leaving you alone. Theodore reached you just as Cedric was disappearing from view.
"Y/n," Theo said, slightly out of breath, "Can I talk to you for a second?" You looked up at him, your heart skipping a beat.
"Of course, Theo." He took a deep breath, gathering his courage. "I saw you talking to Cedric, and I don't know if I'm too late but I need to tell you something. I’ve fancied you for a long time, and I’ve been too scared to say anything. I know we're already seeing each other for other reasons, but I fell for you hard."
You couldn’t help but laugh softly, causing Theo to look at you in confusion.
"What's so funny?" You shook your head, a smile playing on your lips.
"Theo, I overheard everything last night. I know that you like me. And just now, when Cedric asked me out, I told him I fancied someone else."
Theodore’s eyes widened in surprise. "You did? Who?" You took a step closer, your eyes meeting his with a warmth that made his heart race.
"It’s you, Theo. I’ve been waiting for you to finally ask me out." A look of relief and joy spread across Theodore’s face.
"Really? You like me?" You nodded, smiling up at him.
"Yes, really." He let out a breath he seemed to have been holding.
"So, how about we make this the start of something new? No more friends with benefits, but an actual relationship?" You squeezed his hands, feeling the warmth and sincerity in his words.
"I’d like that very much." As you both sat down by the lake, hand in hand, you realized that the waiting was over.
pairing theodore nott x slytherin! reader
about fluff | 1.7k words | best friends to lovers
warnings mentions of alcohol consumption
this is based on my shorter writing here
"Oh, come on. You have to come to the game today!"
One skill that your best friend had was being so convincing; I mean, who could say no to Theodore Nott's big brown eyes when he begs you to attend his quidditch game later against Gryffindor, or his signature grin when you finally agree to go after he persistently asked you all day.
"Fine," You're working on a Transfiguration paper while lying on Theodore's bed as you finally give in to his request. "I'll go to the quidditch game later." You raise your head to stare at him, seeing a smile on his lips when he gets up from his chair and walks over to his closet.
"Now, let's look a little excited now, please?" Theodore is busy rummaging through his closet when you place your quill down briefly, "Wait, are Pansy and Astoria going too?"
You watch the boy focus on moving his hanged clothes to the side, looking for something. His room was neat compared to the state of his closet, and you stared out the window to see the spring leaves blooming.
"Yeah," Theodore's head is now searching through the depths of his closet, "They told me earlier that they're going." You hum in delight, thanking Salazar that your friends will be there in the stands while your other friends will be on the field playing.
"Where did I place it?" You hear Theodore mumble but decide to continue working on your paper.
A few moments later, you feel a piece of clothing cover your face, "Theo! What is this?" You exclaim while removing the object to identify it.
Theodore laughs at your annoyed expression, walking over to you, "It's my jersey, of course."
You observe the jersey clearly, seeing his name on the backside of the green clothing.
"Obviously, but why are you throwing this to me?" You ask again, wanting to hear the verbal explanation directly from his lips.
Theodore shrugs his shoulders, pulling the jersey out of your hands and making you sit up. He silently places the jersey on top of your current clothes before he looks satisfied.
"Theo," You look at him with a faint smile, "Answer me,"
"It's for good luck," Theodore stared at the clock and walked over to pick up his broomstick, as it was almost time for his practice. "Do you really want Slytherin to lose today?"
You were surprised when Pansy and Astoria didn't ask why you wore Theodore's jersey to the game. But you were even more surprised when you heard someone faintly calling your name from a distance.
"Turn around," Astoria shook your shoulders, breaking you out of your conversation with Pansy.
"Theo?" You question the obvious. A happy-looking Theodore was flying to the stands while calling your name.
You laugh at his actions, not noticing the curious eyes from around you. Since the game ended, students had eventually noticed that you were wearing Theodore’s jersey, almost as if you were dating.
"I'll see you later when you get down," He waves before flying away, finally hearing the choruses of teasing around you.
"Theo!" You run up to him on the field, "Congrats on the win!" Theodore wraps his arm around you when you reach him, brushing some hair out of your face.
"Thanks, it was because you wore my jersey today," He looks down at you when you pull away. Pansy and Mattheo hear the sound of your laughter when they approach the two of you.
"So," Pansy says to the three of you, "We're all going to the celebration party later, right?"
You felt Theodore snake a hand around your waist and use his other hand to brush through his hair.
Pansy spots Astoria, Draco, Lorenzo, and Blaise walking toward the four of you, "Yeah, I think so,” Mattheo answers her, looking at Theodore. "Draco said there's going to be Fire Whiskey tonight, so Theo’s drinking with me."
When your other friends reach you, all of you walk back towards the castle, betting on who's getting wasted the most tonight.
It was Lorenzo.
The boy was wasted and fast asleep on one of the couches in the Slytherin common room. The loud music and conversations were not disrupting his sleep, with too much alcohol in his system.
Soon, Pansy and Astoria called it a night, ensuring they would take Lorenzo back to his dorm because they didn’t want to leave him sleeping outside any longer.
All of you bid them goodbye, relaxing back on the couch that your group spent parties on.
Theodore remains to share the spacious couch with you, laughing and taking the bottle away from a drunk Mattheo when the boy spills out of the shot glasses.
"So, did you finish the Potions project yet?" You watch Draco take a slow sip from his cup, containing a punch that half the people at the party were drinking.
"How could I," Blaise answered your question with a sigh, "Enzo didn't even know how to brew the Forgetfulness Potion during first year; what makes you think he can brew Veritaserum?"
You and Draco laugh when Blaise reaches over to grab one of the shots that Theodore had poured, a defeated look on his face when he drowns the alcohol.
Blaise motioned a shot glass toward you, silently asking if you wanted a shot.
"I'm not drinking tonight, but thanks." You then tilted your back to the couch, observing that you were the only one completely sober.
Draco looks at Blaise while rolling his eyes, "At least you're spending your summer in Italy," before he turns to you, "What are you doing during break?"
You noticed Theodore out of the corner of your eye, leaning back towards you and resting his head on your shoulder.
"I'm visiting my relative's manor for a week, but other than that, I'll be home," You start running your hands through Theodore's hair, "Oh, and I'm going over to Theo’s manor to visit. His father wanted to catch up with my parents, so we're staying over for a few days."
Blaise and Draco notice Theodore smile and lightly blush while his eyes remain closed, but they simply chose to look at each other with knowing eyes.
"That sounds fun," Blaise shakes his head before grabbing another shot from the table, too sober to be thinking about his single love life.
Theodore quietly yawns, catching all three of your attention, "Can we head back?" You hear his voice low, “The music is starting to give me a headache."
Your two friends hear Theodore's request, looking at Mattheo to find him passed out on his seat.
"Do you need help taking Theo back?" Draco asks, getting up from his seat and walking over to Mattheo.
You shake your head no, "Theo’s sleeping over at my dorm tonight, don't worry." Theodore rises, lacing his hand with yours to follow where you lead him.
"Okay, you two head back first," Blaise suggests, “It’s going to take a while to get Mattheo to open his eyes."
You nod, tugging Theodore's arm so he will follow you, walking over to the staircase to your dorms.
The moment you open the door, Theodore beelines to your bed, lying on it faced down.
"Salazar, Theo," You laugh at his tired figure, deciding to leave him alone while you go in the bathroom. "I'll be right back, so stay in bed."
When you hear a mumble from Theodore, you assume he’s too sleepy to move around, so you start getting ready for bed.
"Hey," You shake Theodore's back when you finish, "Are you still awake?"
Theodore's eyes are half-opened when he moves to one side of your bed, giving you space to join him.
You can't help but smile at his peaceful state, finally going under your covers. Theodore reaches his arms out to pull you closer to him, always down to cuddle when he sleeps over.
When Theodore doesn't say a word, you close your eyes, assuming he would have fallen asleep by now.
That's when you felt a faint touch hovering over your face, causing you to open your eyes.
There was Theodore, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights, staring intensely after waking you up.
"Sorry," He whispers, but he continues to trace his fingers over your facial features before resting his hand on your cheek.
"Are you alright?" You question him, wondering what was running through his mind.
Theodore closes his eyes for a brief moment, eventually opening it and swallowing the lump in his throat.
"Listen, I have to get something off my chest,” He can’t help but smile when your curious eyes bore into his, “I can’t tell you when I'm sober,"
"What do you need to tell me?" Now you're confused; was Theodore keeping something from you?
"I’m blaming this on the Fire Whiskey if it goes wrong, but I’ve fancied you for years—since I first met you when you approached me and Enzo on the train.”
Theodore started to sober up when it hit him, that he had finally confessed his feelings for you. It starts to eat him up inside when you remain silent, loss at words.
Theodore furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, afraid that he had read all the signs wrong and about to cry to your friends that their advice was useless.
He suddenly felt your hand hover over the one that he had resting on your face, intertwining the two.
"Theo, I like you too. I have, for years now," You say with a smile, "I'm glad you confessed first because I was afraid to tell you first."
Theodore pulled your covers over his head with his free hand and let out a sigh of relief.
"Theo," He peeked his head back out, "Are you sober enough to remember this tomorrow?"
Theodore grins at you, "Of course, I'm going to remember this," He faces you this time, close enough to smell the alcohol lingering on his breath, "Now, can I have the honor of being your boyfriend?"
You close your eyes and close the gap by pressing a kiss at his lips, pulling away with a starstruck Theodore staring back at you.
"I would like that, boyfriend."
Theodore wakes up because of the sunlight casting down on his face, and rubbing his eyes before realizing you were still fast asleep next to him.
He gently places a kiss on your forehead, causing you to stir and yawn.
all credits go to the respective authors, i do not claim to have written these posts. if you would like your writing removed, please send me a message and i will have it erased immediately.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 MATTHEO RIDDLE
"starlight" by @wordsarelife
౨ৎ mattheo riddle x fem!reader
ᡣ𐭩 fluff | 2.1k words | friends to lovers
➶ mattheo had been liking you for years and when you lose your cat, it's finally his time to prove how good of a boyfriend he would be.
"jealous jealous jealous you" by @rafesslxt
౨ৎ mattheo riddle x fem!reader
ᡣ𐭩 smut | 1.2k words
➶ mattheo wants to make you jealous but you‘re way ahead of him.
"pretty and pliant" by @mattyriddlesbitch
౨ৎ mattheo riddle x fem!reader
ᡣ𐭩 smut | 0.5 k words | established relationship
➶ you wake up to mattheo in your dorm.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 THEODORE NOTT
"hate the way you smile" by @amourane
౨ৎ theodore nott x reader
ᡣ𐭩 fluff | 4.7k words | childhood enemies to lovers
➶ from the second you met theodore nott you knew that your life would be torturous and that the boy would never leave you alone but maybe forever isn't so bad with theodore nott.
"the book thief" by @muchlovekatia
౨ৎ theodore nott x reader
ᡣ𐭩 fluff | 1.1k words | established relationship
➶ theodore being the cutest boyfriend and taking interest in your reading.
"unbelievable!" by @julesinsummer
౨ৎ theodore nott x fem!reader
ᡣ𐭩 fluff | 0.6k words | established relationship
➶ in which theo is distraught by the news you've given him.
"cat dad?" by @claypgeons
౨ৎ theodore nott x fem!hufflepuff!reader
ᡣ𐭩 fluff | 2.8k words | friends to lovers
➶ theodore nott adopts a stray hogwarts cat, unaware its actually the sweet hufflepuff he’s developed a small crush on.
"emotions" by @priniya
౨ৎ theodore nott x reader
ᡣ𐭩 fluff, angst | 2.1k words | lovers to exes? to lovers again
➶ theo never handled his emotions right, and when his girlfriend shows up in a wrong moment, things escalate and theodore doesn’t know how to fix it.
"who did this to you?" by @teddynottss
౨ৎ theodore nott x fem!reader
ᡣ𐭩 fluff, smut | 2.3k words | friends to lovers
➶ when y/n comes into class crying, theo doesn’t let it slide and punishes who did it. y/n then takes him back to her dorm to clean up and as they’re in a perfect position, he takes the chance to make a move.
untitled by @pottersfia
౨ৎ theodore nott x fem!gryffindor!reader
ᡣ𐭩 smut | 0.5k words
➶ gryffindor has lost to ravenclaw in quidditch, and you're mad.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 LORENZO BERKSHIRE
"the art of learning potions" by @musingsofahufflepuff
౨ৎ lorenzo berkshire x gn!reader
ᡣ𐭩 fluff | 1k words | best friends to lovers
➶ potions is hard, but confessing your feelings is harder. especially when the person you’re in love with is your best friend.
"so american" by @obsessedwithceleste
౨ৎ lorenzo berkshire x reader
ᡣ𐭩 fluff | 3.4k words | friends to lovers
➶ as a transfer student from ilvermony, enzo keeps saying you're so american.
"pretty please" by @quintetz
౨ৎ lorenzo berkshire x fem!reader
ᡣ𐭩 smut | 0.6k words | established relationship
➶ you’ve always been shy, and lorenzo’s always been patient.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 SLYTHERIN BOYS
when they realize that you might leave them if they don't change by @sinsirellaxx
౨ৎ featuring: mattheo riddle, theodore nott, lorenzo berkshire, draco malfoy, blaise zabini, and tom riddle.
reacting to you being in ravenclaw by @enha-doodles
౨ৎ featuring: mattheo riddle, theodore nott, lorenzo berkshire, draco malfoy, and tom riddle.
reacting to another boy asking you to the yule ball by @sadnymi
౨ৎ featuring: mattheo riddle, theodore nott, and lorenzo berkshire.
fwb!theodore who groans and pulls you closer to his body when you attempt to leave so early in the morning.
fwb!theodore who finally wakes up and suggests you spend the morning in his bed because “it’s the best way to spend saturdays”.
fwb!theodore who whines when you say you have to study for potions, because why is potions more important than him?
fwb!theodore who complains like a child but proceeds to walk you to his door, not forgetting to press a quick kiss to your lips, before reminding you that he’s free all day.
fwb!theodore who eventually gets bored without you and decides to head to draco’s room where the others planned to hangout.
fwb!theodore who is taken back when blaise tells him that there are rumors that cedric diggory was going to ask you to hogsmeade.
best friend!mattheo who laughs and teases theodore, stating that pairs who go to hogsmeade always end up dating by the end of the date.
fwb!theodore who smacks mattheo in the head with draco’s pillow before frantically trying to find out when cedric was planning on asking you out.
fwb!theodore who runs out of draco’s dorm and barges into yours, sighing in relief when he actually finds you studying on your desk. you really chose studying above him
fwb!theodore who towers over you while you stand up from your seat, questioning why he’s out of breath when he was fine in the morning.
fwb!theodore who holds your hand into his, before taking a deep breath because it was truly now or never.
“i’m in love with you. i don’t want to just sleep around with you, i want a real relationship. please tell me you feel the same; my heart is pounding and my mind is racing because this is making me nervous—you’re making me nervous.”
fwb!theodore who cups your face and kisses you like his life depends on it when you confess that the feelings are reciprocated.
boyfriend!theodore who watches you and cedric at the entrance of the great hall the next morning, smirking because he could predict what cedric was going to talk to you about.
boyfriend!theodore who spots your polite smile and cedric’s deflated shoulders, before you bid cedric goodbye and return to your friends.
boyfriend!theodore who puts an arm around you waist, pressing a kiss to your cheek when you return to your seat next to him.
best friend!theodore who spends the entire day begging you to attend today’s quidditch game, claiming it was important because it was against gryffindor.
best friend!theodore who throws you his spare jersey before the game, shrugging his shoulders when you ask him why he wants you to wear his jersey. he said it was for good luck and who were you to cause slytherin to lose?
best friend!theodore who flies over to you in the stands after slytherin wins, despite the curious eyes watching him, specifically calling your name until you notice him.
best friend!theodore who feels his heart racing when you hug him after the game ends, eventually placing a hand around your waist while you talk with mattheo and pansy about the celebration party later tonight.
best friend!theodore who attends the party in the slytherin common room, taking shots with mattheo while you choose to stay sober for the night.
best friend!theodore who silently listens to you talk to blaise and draco about your plans for the summer, blushing when you tell them about your plans with meet up with theo over break.
best friend!theodore who loves how you stick by his side, letting him lean on your shoulder while you play with his hair.
best friend!theodore who eventually gets tired, asking you to head back when the music gets too loud.
best friend!theo who plops on your familiar bed while you laugh and get ready to sleep, allowing him to sleepover.
best friend!theo who faces you in bed, using his hand to trace over your features with a smile.
best friend!theo who closes his eyes briefly, before telling you he needs to get something off chest while he’s drunk.
“i’m blaming this on the fire whiskey if it goes wrong, but i’ve fancied you for years—since i first met you when you approached me and enzo on the train.”
best friend!theo who quietly waits for you to respond if you like him back, because if you don’t he will go cry in his room.
best friend!theo who is confused when you are at loss of words, afraid that he read all signs wrong and the words of encouragement from friends were hopeless.
best friend!theo who sighs in relief when you lace your hand with his, confessing that you felt the same and you were happy he made the first move.
boyfriend!theo who wakes up the next day, kissing your forehead and smiling to himself once he realizes that you were finally his.
pairing theodore nott x fem!reader
genre fluff, slightest angst | 2.4k words | best friends to lovers
warnings mentions of alcohol consumption, crying, and au with no voldemort.
song "cruel summer" — lover, taylor swift
It was the best summer you could have asked for.
All your friends had decided to spend your last summer before graduation at one of your estates; one located in a small yet beautiful muggle town where no one knew of your identities.
Your big and empty villa helped everyone have their own space. Yet you had spent every waking moment making more fun memories and getting close to your friends, especially Theodore.
Even yesterday, the two of you went out to the nearby beach and returned drenched from the ocean water and rain combined, forgetting to bring spare clothes to the spontaneous trip. Your friends didn’t bat an eye when the two of you returned like wet dogs, knowing it was normal for you two to go on your own adventures.
Today marked the final three days before summer ended before you had to return to Hogwarts for your seventh year.
The sun was starting to set, painting the sky with pastel colors, and a gentle breeze carried the scent of ash from the bonfire that Mattheo and Blaise had started. Your group had recently learned of a muggle snack called Smores, so everyone found a spot around the fire, trying to make the treat for the first time.
“We should all go out to the town bar later tonight since it’s better to be hungover tomorrow than the last day,” Draco suggested, leaning back in his seat as you took a bite out of the dessert. You leaned over to Theodore, who shared the spacious seat with you, letting him take a bite too.
"That’s a brilliant idea, it's our last night to drink before we start the semester,” Mattheo agreed, nodding along with what most of the group was thinking.
Theodore shifted next to you, leaning down on your shoulder while speaking up, “I’m feeling a bit under the weather, so go without me.”
You looked at your best friend closely, not realizing sooner that he had felt sick today.
"Did you catch a cold from yesterday?” Pansy inquired, reaching over to one of the plates to grab some graham crackers. There were many plates sprawled out over the side tables filled with crackers, marshmallows, and chocolate bars.
You felt Theodore nod next to you, "Yeah, I think it’s from the rain yesterday, I’ll be fine though. You guys go without me,” Theodore reassured, popping a marshmallow into his mouth.
“I’ll come to pick you up if you want to head back early from the bar later,” He spoke with his mouth full, making you laugh as you could barely make out his sentence.
After he finished eating the marshmallow, he placed his arm around your waist, pulling you closer. “Thanks, Theo,” You said before taking the last bite of your Smore.
He smiled brightly at you before the group soon fell into different topics.
You eventually got up from your seat, walking over to the girls to listen to the latest gossip that Pansy heard through the grapevine.
However, a conversation caught the attention of everyone.
“You're going to go abroad?” Lorenzo's eyes widened at Theodore's announcement, causing a hush to fall over the group.
You turned straight to where you were previously sitting. Blaise was the next to speak, “Mate, when was this decided?” Everyone waited for Theodore’s response while your nervousness suddenly kicked in.
Sure, none of you verbally discussed your future after Hogwarts, but it was a silent agreement assumption that all your friends would settle down nearby.
“I’m planning on going to the States for a while, nothing is set yet though.”
Your heart sank as you watched Theodore's gaze meet yours, his expression a mixture of regret and apprehension.
"When were you going to tell us?” You questioned, still shocked by this announcement.
He looked down at his hands, feeling ashamed for keeping this from everyone, especially you.
“i just didn’t know when to bring it up, so thanks Enz,” Theodore glared at Lorenzo, “For dropping the bomb like this.” He spoke sarcastically at the boy who sighed.
Astoria tried to lighten the mood, noticing the frown on your lips, “Draco, aren’t you going to London after we graduate?”
The conversation shifted to Draco’s plans to study in university longer to become a healer before the group shifted to another topic.
You couldn’t focus after hearing about Theodore’s future plans being abroad, meaning it would get hard to see him.
But why were you worried when he was just your best friend?
“Hey, can you both go inside and help me get more ingredients?” Pansy asked you and Astoria loudly, the two of you agreed to go inside for a moment.
“So, are you going to tell Theo?” Astoria looked at you, curiosity playing in her eyes. She walked over to the shopping bags on the kitchen island to grab more chocolate bars.
“Tell Theo what?” You stare at her with confusion, walking over to your pantry to grab the marshmallow bags. Pansy sighed, setting out more plates for the ingredients on the counter.
“Are you going to tell Theo that you like him?” You froze your actions for a second, standing in the middle of the kitchen with the marshmallow bag in your arms.
“What do you mean? We're just best friends.” You wave them off and open the bag.
Astoria slaps a hand to her forehead, “Yeah, but you fancied him for years! Also, the two of you have been hanging out every single day of our summer. What two best friends don’t get sick of each other and act like a couple?”
“Two blind idiots, that is.” Pansy finishes Astoria’s question, right as you finish pouring the marshmallows.
You sigh, “Okay, sure I fancy Theo. But you guys just heard that he’s leaving for the states after graduation. I won’t even see him, so it’s hopeless.”
You felt yourself getting more upset at the idea that Theodore didn’t tell you before, “Why did he hide that information though?”
Astoria walked around the kitchen island to comfort you, a hand resting on your back. "You know, it’s okay if you do end up confessing to Theo. We still have one year at school together,” Astoria comforted you.
Pansy picks up the plates you filled and sets it on the island, “Also, didn’t you hear when he said it’s not set yet? He might not go abroad, who knows?”
You turn around and grab the plates, walking towards the door to go back outside, “It's useless, he doesn’t like me back. Let's just forget this happened.”
A few hours later, you sat in a booth at the town’s muggle bar with everyone except Theodore.
The muggle bar was bustling with activity, filled with the raucous sounds of drunken laughter and the rhythmic beat of music from the large speakers. Your group opted to sit in the big booth instead, the furthest away from the commotion. This was more fun as it was similar to what you did at parties back at Hogwarts.
In front of you laid three empty pitchers, once full of dirty shirleys, the alcohol gone in two hours due to your rushed drinking.
“Can someone drink the rest of my vodka cran?” Astoria asked, leaning into Blaise’s shoulder. Everyone chuckled at her behavior, knowing Astoria was always the first one to get tired while drinking.
Blaise pushed her cup towards Mattheo, who gladly accepted the drink for himself. Most of your friends had a high alcohol tolerance, so it was expected to drink for hours.
“It’s okay, you can close your eyes for a bit,” Blaise spoke while looking down at Astoria with adoring eyes. The entire group saw the interaction, feeling bittersweet about the affectionate couple in your friend group.
“Salazar, if only I had a boyfriend who would watch me while I'm out drinking,” You spoke while grabbing Astoria’s—now Mattheo’s, drink and chugging it down.
Everyone was taken aback by your action because this was not how you usually acted during the many years of drinking with you.
“You do have someone who takes care of you every time you drink.” Draco reminds you while pushing the vodka cranberry away from you.
You stare at Draco with wide eyes, “No, Dray, Theo only sees me as a friend.” You let out a dramatic sigh and your friends laugh at your obvious crush, which only Theodore hasn’t picked up on yet.
Draco puts his hands up in surrender, but with his signature smirk, “I didn’t even have to say his name for you to talk about him, huh?”
“Theodore Nott, my best friend, does not like me.” You groan while putting your hands on your eyes and leaning back in the comfortable seat.
Tears welled up in your eyes, catching everyone off guard as your emotions spilled over. “Guys, Thor’s going to leave for the States. How will I see him when he’s abroad for Merlin knows how long?”
Pansy started to pass your napkins to wipe away your tears, while Lorenzo took out his phone. “I’m going to text Theo to pick her up.”
Pansy nodded at Lorenzo before looking at you in pity, “Yeah, she’s going to be out soon.”
Everyone kept their gaze on you as your tears eventually stopped falling. “Rest your head and sleep a little.” Mattheo spoke while moving your head to his shoulder while you closed your eyes.
Seeing your eyes closed, Draco twirled the black straw in his cup, “So when do you guys think they’re going to get together?”
Pansy chuckled at the comment, taking out her phone to snap a few photos of you for memory's sake. “First week after we get back to school, I’ll bet on it.”
"I say in one day,” Mattheo chimed in with a grin, resuming the conversation while you rested.
"Theodore!” You exclaim while running to your best friend. You pull him into a hug while breaking into a big smile, Theodore laughing at your drunk state.
Theodore waves behind you to say goodbye to Mattheo and Pansy, who walked you outside the building. Everyone else planned to stay longer at the bar.
The fresh cold breeze greeted you as you stepped outside, causing you to shiver lightly for not dressing for the weather.
Theodore quickly draped his hoodie over your head, the fabric offering warmth against the chilly evening air.
The cold breeze nipped at your skin, causing goosebumps to form as you wrapped Theodore’s hoodie tighter around yourself.
Theodore quickly found your hand and intertwined it, a smile reaching both of your faces. The two of you walked back to the villa in comfortable silence.
It was a short walk back and when you arrived, you excitedly pulled Theodore to your spot.
You had told Theodore about the garden kept away in the gates in the back of your villa, hanging out many times during your stay. You decided to keep the garden a secret, wanting it to be your little hideout.
“Did you have a fun time?” Theodore asks first, walking towards the white bench placed in the garden.
You shake your head, staring at your connected hands,“No, Blaise and Astoria were being so cute it made me sad.”
Theodore frowned, pulling you to sit down next to him. Your connected hands were placed on his lap.
“It’s okay, you can tell me anything” Theodore reassured, unsure if you would open up to him while being drunk. He knew the walk back would sober you up a bit, but not completely.
“It’s just,” You stopped to think about your next words while Theodore waited for you to continue.
“Never mind, I’m fine.”
“But that’s not true.”
Theodore’s gaze bore into your own, not making any effort to move. The moonlight cast a soft glow over Theodore's features, illuminating his face as he looked at you with a mixture of concern and affection.
"Let’s just go inside,” You suggest, standing up from the bench and pulling his hand.
“Did you cry?” Theodore asks, being able to see your face more clearly after you’ve stood up.
Theodore rose and cupped a hand on your face, tracing over your cheeks. “Why did you cry?”
You place a hand over his hand, moving it away from his face. “This,” You break free from his hold completely and take a step to create space away from him, “Theo, this is why I cried. You’re the reason that I cried.”
Theodore stares at you without saying anything, making you more frustrated.
“Theo, I love you, isn’t that the worst thing you’ve ever heard?” You yell your confession, finally voicing the feelings you’ve kept from him. Your heart raced as you finally voiced the feelings you had kept hidden for so long, the weight of your confession hanging in the air.
Theodore had a devious grin on his face, his laughter echoing in the quiet garden as he pulled you into a reassuring hug. “That’s the best thing I’ve heard in my life.”
You stand there shocked at his actions, “No,” You mumble into his shoulder. “No, this can’t be happening.”
You pull away from his hug, “Theo, you’re going abroad after graduation, I won’t even see you. Salazar, how is this even going to happen? No, how are we going to happen? Wait, do you even like me?”
As Theodore pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, you felt a surge of warmth flood through you, dispelling the lingering doubts and fears. “You really can’t see that I’ve loved you since first year?”
Your mouth is open from shock, and Theodore laughs once again, this time wiping the tears away.
“This can work. I’ll be gone for a few months but I’ll come back, here, to be with you.”
You look at Theodore, a smile now forming, “So we can do this? Give this relationship a try?”
“Yes, now let’s walk inside, you’re going to catch a cold.”
You give Theodore a quick peck on his cheek, before taking his hand again.
“You know,” Theodore pulls your intertwined hands to kiss your hand, leading you to exit the garden.
You blush at his action, “What?” You ask curiously.
you smirked and held your head high, proud that professor slughorn had just gifted your house with points.
your eyes quickly went to the brunet who huffed and placed his arm down, not getting chosen to answer the question.
a tug hit your side, “(y/n), when will you admit that you fancy theo?”
pansy chuckled as you glared at her, rolling your eyes and diverting your attention to continue taking notes. “pansy, he is my biggest enemy. we have been competing against everything since first year. why in the bloody hell would you think i fancy that arse?”
ever since your first class in hogwarts, theodore nott has grown as your only rival. you both always fought to see who would answer the professor’s questions, who would receive the higher mark on exams, and who would be at the top of all classes.
even with the same slytherin friend group, everyone got used to the competitive nature that the two of you shared—non-slytherin students, professors, and maybe even headmaster dumbledore knew.
you started scribbling more words down while pansy shrugged her shoulders, “maybe because he’s all you ever talk about?” you stopped the quill you were using, glancing over at the boy sitting a few rows away.
“i don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“miss (y/l/n), since you’re distracted with miss parkinson, would you like to come up and smell this potion?”
suddenly your confidence shrunk as the entire classroom silently watched you. slowly you ascended from your seat, heading to the front. there was snickering from your slytherin friends—especially theodore.
professor slughorn pointed towards the cauldron next to him, signaling you to smell the potion.
you stepped impossibly close, taking a sniff of the smell. “i smell fresh mint and sweet fire whiskey.”
you take a step back and beam before looking straight at pansy, except she holds a horrified look. all your classmates silently watched you in horror and their mouths open.
professor slughorn coughed once next to you, “thank you miss (y/l/n), you may now go back to your seat.”
confusion filled your face as you walked back to your seat.
“that, class, was the power of amortentia.“
you stood clutching your black and green robes in fists, realizing why everyone was still staring at you.
“it smells different to each person according to what they find attractive. now this potion..”
you couldn’t believe what you had just heard, more importantly, you knew whose scent you smelled from the potion.
you turned around, ignoring the specific pair of eyes lingering on you, rushing to leave the classroom as fast as your legs could take you.
you could explain to professor slughorn tomorrow that you felt like vomiting, so you had to run outside.
it was only a five-minute distance from the classroom to your dorm. technically, you could skip dinner later and ask pansy to bring you food, so you wouldn’t have to see theodo-
“(y/n)! wait!”
no. this cannot be happening.
you stopped in your tracks, slowly looking behind you.
theodore was running from the same direction you came from, catching up to you at a desperate pace.
“what nott? i don’t feel like arguing with you right now. not after.. that.” you hope he’s slow to realize that you smelled him in your amortentia.
“listen,” theodore caught up to you, standing in front of you now, “i know you smelled me in your amortentia just now.”
you groaned, “it’s not true. it can’t be. we hate each other.” you motioned between the two of you. “let’s just forget all this happened to save me from some humiliation.”
you turned to continue your journey back to your dorm when a hand grabbed your arm.
“no, listen to me.” theodore sounded sincere, his usual playful personality gone. “are you really that daft?”
you stared at the boy annoyed, “me? i’m as smart as you. we’re on top of our class, how would i be daft?”
“salazar, you’re in denial. you’re going to make me spell it out for you?”
annoyance was taking over you, shrugging your arm off of theodore’s grip. “if you don’t want to elaborate, i’ll be on my way.” you sighed and continued to walk down the empty corridors.
“(y/n)!”
you don’t even turn around to the boy. “piss off, nott.”
“i fancy you.”
you made about ten steps away from theodore before you froze. did you just hear him correctly?
theodore continued, “i’ve fancied you since first year when we first met, i’ve competed against you in every class to get your attention, but now i think we should start over?”
your eyes widen and search for any signs of insincerity while he stands, waiting for your response. letting out a breath, you take a few steps back towards him.
“i’d like that.”
“by the way, i smelled you in my amortentia last year.”
♡ mattheo riddle x fem!slytherin!reader
ᝰ fluff, slightest angst | acquaintances to lovers
♫ enchanted — taylor swift
☆ mentions of drinking (not reader)
there i was again tonight
forcing laughter, faking smiles
same old tired, lonely place
walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy
vanished when i saw your face
all i can say is, it was enchanting to meet you
As you stepped into the Malfoy Manor, the extravagance of the masquerade ballroom overwhelmed your senses, with ornate chandeliers casting a warm glow across the marble floors.
It was Draco Malfoy's birthday, meaning all friends of the Malfoy's were invited.
You were a Slytherin but didn't know other Slytherin students well because you kept your circle small. However, your mother had recently become good friends with Narcissa Malfoy, so you were invited to the event for the first time.
Your heart fluttered nervously beneath the layers of your black satin gown, the intricate silver mask concealing your features but not your anxious anticipation.
You finally spotted who you were looking for—Pansy Parkinson, your only familiar face in the crowd. She stood out in her emerald attire and black mask, beckoning you to come over with an excited wave.
"Pansy!" you called softly, relieved to have found her amidst the sea of elegantly dressed witches and wizards.
Your friendship with Pansy started this year after you were assigned to sit next to each other in Potions. You let out a remark about Snape after he assigned another long assignment, which she was quick to laugh at. Ever since the two of you had become more than acquaintances. When you told Pansy about your invitation to Malfoy's birthday, she was delighted to meet you there.
"(Y/n), you made it!" Pansy's excitement was infectious as she took your arm, leading you through the gathering. "Let's go over to my friends!"
Pansy guided you toward her friends—Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, Lorenzo Berkshire, and Mattheo Riddle. Each wore a mask, their formal attire echoing sophistication and confidence.
Truthfully, without the introduction, you could recognize who they were based on their features. You weren't in their friend group but shared all your classes with them as a Slytherin.
"Meet Theo, Blaise, Enzo, and Mattheo," Pansy familiarized with enthusiasm. "They're my good friends."
You offered a shy smile, feeling slightly overwhelmed by the attention. Your gaze lingered on Mattheo, his figure standing quietly at the edge of the group. His mask, an intricate silver serpent, matched the elegance of his black outfit.
"And what's your name?" Theodore questioned after a sip from his champagne, growing curiosity about Pansy's new mystery friend.
"That's a secret for tonight." You adjust your mask to ensure it won't fall, "Maybe if you're lucky, you'll recognize me back at Hogwarts."
Lorenzo chimed in, "So you're a student at Hogwarts? I don't think I would miss you if you were friends with Pansy?"
The boys continued to study you as Pansy cleared her throat, "Let's just have fun tonight. Where's the birthday boy anyway?"
Theodore, Blaise, and Lorenzo told Pansy how Draco was with the group before he was flooded with adults trying to acquaint him with their daughters before dragging him with them.
your eyes whispered, "have we met?"
across the room your silhouette
starts to make its way to me
the playful conversation starts
counter all your quick remarks
like passing notes in secrecy
and it was enchanting to meet you
all i can say is, i was enchanted to meet you
"Pleased to meet you," Mattheo spoke quietly and extended his hand. You shook his hand, stunned at his gesture, while the others were not paying attention to the two of you.
Amidst the vibrant atmosphere of laughter and playful banter with Pansy, Theodore, Blaise, and Lorenzo, you started getting absorbed into their friendship.
Jokes and stories echoed through the halls of the Malfoy Manor, with Draco's dilemma drawing laughter.
"Poor Draco," Blaise chuckled, nudging Pansy. "Looks like he's tonight's main attraction."
"They're practically throwing their daughters at him!" Theodore retorted. You had never seen the boy smile a day at Hogwarts until now.
Lorenzo laughed at his poor friend, "It is his birthday after all." They saw as Draco held his usual fake smile, one he uses in front of strangers to be polite, before engaging in a new conversation with more people.
"Hey, want to step outside for a bit?" Mattheo's considerate question caught your eye. "It's getting a bit crowded in here."
You brightened with relief at Mattheo's suggestion. "Yes, that sounds nice. It's getting a bit overwhelming."
With a nod and a polite excuse to the group, you followed Mattheo's lead as he guided you through the crowd, granting a brief break from the lively atmosphere. Transitioning from the bustling ballroom to the serene Malfoy garden felt like a breath of fresh air, the moonlight casting a tranquil glow upon the pathways.
this night is sparkling, don't you let it go
i'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home
i'll spend forever wondering if you knew
i was enchanted to meet you
"I come here often," Mattheo confessed, a faint smile adorning his face. "It's a spot I go to whenever I visit the Malfoy Manor."
"It's lovely," you noted, taking in the beauty of the garden that Narcissa definitely invested a lot of time in.
"There's a place I like too," you shared, a hint of excitement lacing your voice. "The astronomy tower back at Hogwarts. It's a quiet spot, and hardly anyone goes there. Perfect for collecting thoughts."
Mattheo nodded in understanding, a flicker of curiosity shining in his eyes. "That sounds intriguing. I might have to give it a try."
As the conversation flowed, you both discussed your favorite classes and hobbies.
“You should come to the next quidditch game against Gryffindor if you have time of course.” Mattheo led you to a white bench that was toward the end of the garden, overlooking the entire estate.
“I’ll try.” You answered while sitting down next to him. Mattheo’s smile was growing under his mask,
“Promise?”
You met his eyes, “If I have time.”
Mattheo accepted your answer, sighing as he stared at the view. "There's someone who caught my eye," he suddenly admitted.
"From Hogwarts?" you inquired, curiosity coloring your tone. You didn't expect Mattheo to like someone in Hogwarts, let alone reveal that information.
Mattheo nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Yes, she's remarkable. Intelligent, admirable, and fiercely loyal. She's pretty different from her house, if I'm honest."
"She sounds wonderful," you replied, a touch of disappointment shadowing your words.
"She is," Mattheo confirmed, his gaze momentarily distant. "I've admired her from afar but find it hard to approach her."
The conversation continued, but a feeling of disappointment clouded your heart. You truly believed that the precious moments you shared with Mattheo were maybe more than mere friendship. You made a silent decision to retreat from the serene gardens and bid Mattheo a gracious farewell.
"Well, I should probably head back inside," you said, getting up from the seat next to him.
Mattheo seemed taken aback by your abrupt departure, his gaze indicating confusion. "Oh, alright. I hope to see you around Hogwarts." You nodded, a sense of confusion swirling within.
How could he possibly hope to recognize you around Hogwarts when you hadn't revealed your identity while together in the Malfoy garden?
With a polite smile, you bid Mattheo goodbye. As you ventured back into the lively atmosphere of the ball, you looked for your parents to head back home.
the lingering question kept me up
2am, who do you love?
i wonder 'til i'm wide awake
and now i'm pacing back and forth
wishing you were at my door
i'd open up and you would say, "hey"
it was enchanting to meet you
all i know is, i was enchanted to meet you
Pansy led the way towards the Great Hall for dinner, her cheerful chatter providing a welcome distraction.
"Draco's birthday was memorable, don't you think?" Pansy walked toward her Slytherin friends to greet them before the two of you sat down.
A faint blush rose to your cheeks at the mention of the night you got to know Mattheo. The recollection of his engaging conversations and genuine interest in your thoughts brought a smile to your lips.
Before Pansy could continue, the conversation among the Slytherin boys nearby caught your attention.
"Oi, Mattheo, caught you staring at her in Charms today!" Theodore teased, nudging Mattheo with a playful grin.
"Saw him staring at her during Transfiguration too!" Blaise joined in with a chuckle.
Enzo added, "Yeah, mate, what's going on? We never thought you would fancy someone!"
The boys erupted into laughter, their teasing directed at Mattheo. However, unlike before, Mattheo's response caught your attention. He blushed furiously, his usually composed demeanor faltering for a moment.
"Wait, who's the unlucky witch?" Draco half-joked, as usual, he was unfamiliar with his friends’ relationships.
"You don't need to know," Mattheo replied, brushing his friends off to avoid the questions. His attempt to deflect the attention only drew more laughter from his friends.
As the laughter continued, Mattheo's introverted reaction lingered in your mind.
Pansy quickly noticed your mood change, pulling you towards your usual seats without greeting the boys. "What's wrong, (Y/n)? You seem troubled."
"You know when I went outside with Mattheo? I thought he was a nice guy," Pansy studied your troubled expression, her mind whirling with the knowledge she couldn't reveal.
You continued, "But that night, he told me he already likes someone." You sighed, realizing that you were probably delusional about him taking an interest in you.
"I guess it's a good thing he didn't know who I was that night?" You let out a sarcastic laugh at how you felt a bit foolish.
You decided to change the topic, not wanting to burden Pansy with your misinterpretation.
"Anyway, who are you going to the Yule ball with?"
this night is sparkling, don't you let it go
i'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home
i'll spend forever wondering if you knew
that this night is flawless, don't you let it go
i'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone
i'll spend forever wondering if you knew
i was enchanted to meet you
The date for the Yule ball approached closer, and students were finding dates left and right. You were not going, no one had asked you to the ball, and you never planned on going from the start.
You and Pansy found yourselves outside the Great Hall entrance. As usual, the hallways flooded with students leaving, entering, or just arriving for dinner. You and Pansy had finished your food quicker than usual, opting to stand outside to gossip together and then head back to your common room.
“I think Draco’s going to ask me soon!” Pansy spoke in hushed voices so no one else would hear the two of you. After you brought up the Yule ball, Pansy had been updating you on her relationship with Draco.
“I’m happy for you, Pansy. Make sure to tell me when you choose your dress.” Even with numerous students walking by, you saw Pansy’s friends again. This time, finishing up their meal to leave.
“Of course, (Y/n). What about you? Do you plan on asking anyone?” Your gaze went to Pansy, shrugging and preparing to tell her your plan.
“(Y/n)!” A voice called from behind you. You turned your body, seeing none other than Harry Potter approaching you alone. You knew of him, sharing a few classes with him.
“Hey, Potter. What’s up?” Pansy fell silent, just watching the interaction.
Harry straightened up, pushing his glasses up his nose. He cleared his throat before he continued. “I've been meaning to ask if you would like to be my date for the Yule ball?"
Your mouth fell open, not knowing how to respond. Next to you, Pansy stood still. She had also not seen this coming.
“She already does.” As if your day couldn't be filled with more surprises, Mattheo answered out of nowhere, glaring daggers at Harry.
Harry took three glances around all of you, composing himself. “Oh, then never mind. I'll see you around (Y/n).”
Harry left, leaving you, Pansy, and now Mattheo next to you. You shook your head after watching Harry leave, taking you out of your trance, “Wait, what just happened?”
“Follow me.”
this is me praying that
this was the very first page
not where the story line ends
my thoughts will echo your name, until i see you again
these are the words i held back, as i was leaving too soon
i was enchanted to meet you
"Where are you taking me? Do you even know me?"
Confusion and frustration surged within you as Mattheo led you up the astronomy tower steps, your protests falling on deaf ears. After Harry left, Mattheo had taken your hand and dragged you down the halls, leaving Pansy and all his friends back there.
"Hello? I know you hear me talking.”
Mattheo reached the top, you right behind him. The two of you stood in front of a giant open space, giving a perfect view of the area around Hogwarts. Mattheo let go of your hand, hesitating for a moment, "You said you like to come up here."
You looked around the familiar tower, "What?" Your confusion only grew, stepping back slightly.
That was what you told Mattheo on the night of Draco’s party.
Mattheo put his hands on his forehead, thinking of what to say next, "Look, I know it was you that night (Y/n). I didn't want to admit I knew who you were at the masquerade ball. I wanted to keep that moment in the garden special. But I need you to know something."
Confusion tangled with the turmoil of emotions inside you. "Know what?"
Taking a deep breath, Mattheo's words spilled out in a rush. "I've liked you for so long, (Y/n). I've been afraid to say it since we have never been friends, but I couldn't let you go to the Yule Ball with someone else without telling you how I feel."
Your heart skipped a beat, the weight of his confession settling heavily on your shoulders. "But you like someone else," you countered, your voice tinged with hurt.
Mattheo looked taken aback. "No, (Y/n), it's always been you. The night of Draco’s birthday, the girl I told you about at the garden was you."
A wave of realization washed over you, the pieces of misunderstanding falling into place. You were surprised, not expecting him to reciprocate your feelings.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" You whispered as he turned to face you properly.
"I told you that night," Mattheo said, "I didn’t know how to approach you before in Hogwarts. Talking to you alone was already enough for me, how would I admit my feelings for you too? You make me nervous.”
Your breath caught as you realized the depth of his sincerity.
“Mattheo, would you go to the Yule ball with me?” Mattheo smiled and held your hands, pulling you closer to him.
“I would love to.”
✩ special epilogue
draco’s birthday (mattheo’s version)
this night is sparkling, don't you let it go
i'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home
i'll spend forever wondering if you knew
It was an hour before Draco’s party started and the young group of Slytherins were sprawled out in Draco’s bedroom. Everyone relaxing except Draco, who was changing his suit for the third time due to his picky fashion sense.
“…And my friend (Y/n) is attending Dray’s birthday tonight. Please be nice to her.” Pansy twirled in front of the large mirror to ensure there were no flaws in her dress.
“(Y/n)? As in Mattheo’s crush, (Y/n)?” Blaise asked, turning his head to the boy next to him on the couch. If Mattheo wasn’t interested in the conversation before, he was now.
Pansy, realizing what she just said, looked back at the boys through the mirror. “Wait, act like I didn’t say that. It would be so weird if she came with a mask but you all recognize her, none of you even talked to her once in Hogwarts!”
Theodore shrugged on the windowsill, smoking a cigarette outside the open window, “Well, we would talk to (Y/n), but Mattheo won’t let us in case we mess up his chances with her.”
Mattheo glared at Theodore, walking over to sprawl on Draco’s king-sized bed. “I’m trying to approach her. I just get a little nervous.” He muffled, face down on the sheets to hide his growing blush at the thought of you.
Lorenzo suddenly stood up from the couch, making his way next to the bed, “Cannonball or talk to (Y/n) tonight!”
Mattheo immediately got off the bed, avoiding Lorenzo from jumping on top of him, “All right, mate. But let me talk to her on my own, no interfering, okay?”
The group exchanged glances, smirking and nodding, before Draco walked into the room dressed in his dark green suit.
“What did I miss?”
present day (mattheo’s version)
this night is flawless, don't you let it go
i'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone
i'll spend forever wondering if you knew
i was enchanted to meet you
The boys were heading out of the Great Hall after eating dinner. Mattheo was busy listening to Theodore tell him about the upcoming exam for Charms.
“Mattheo, mate, your girl is over there!” Mattheo stopped his tracks at what Lorenzo said, the whole group stopping in the hallway with him. He saw that you and Pansy were alone by the entrance, so it would be an ideal chance to talk to you.
Lorenzo nudged Mattheo, “Go, you have to ask her to the Yule ball!”
Mattheo rolled his eyes jokingly, “I told you, I’ll do that next we-”
“Is that Harry Potter talking to (Y/n)?” Draco cut Mattheo off, all eyes staring back at the doors. Like Draco said, now there was the Chosen One standing next to you.
“Since it's Yule ball season, I think he’s asking her to go with him to the Yule ball.” Theodore inferred, waiting for Mattheo’s reaction. Before the boys could say anything, Mattheo stormed off to where you were.
Lorenzo wiped a fake tear and leaned on Blaise dramatically, “Our little Matty’s all grown up.” Blaise rolled his eyes at the exaggerating boy, “I can’t believe it’s taking Harry Potter to steal his girl for him to make the move.”
Draco rolled his eyes, "It was actually my birthday that instigated everything."
pairing theodore nott x fem!slytherin!reader
about fluff, angst | 1.7k words | exes to lovers
warnings mentions of time skip, use of y/n, and a dumb theo
“Friends?”
“Friends.”
That marked the end of your two-year relationship with Theodore. As he said his final word, you turned away, walking down the winding steps of the Astronomy Tower, holding back the emotions until you returned to your dormitory.
The night blurred into a haze of tears, finding comfort in Pansy’s shoulder as both of you nestled on the dorm floor. Hours passed in a cocoon of sadness before Blaise, Mattheo, Lorenzo, and even Draco appeared with snacks and muggle movies, trying to lift your spirits.
Wrapped up in your distress, you didn't think to ask how they found out about your breakup. Unbeknownst to you, amidst his own pain, Theodore asked his friends to comfort you instead of him.
Three weeks had gone by since the breakup. As promised, you and Theodore went back to being friends, just like before, merely two friends within the same tight-knit circle. But beneath the surface of friendliness, your friends noticed the underlying tension between you and Theodore, silently wishing for a reunion.
It was a random morning in the Great Hall when you announced to your friends that you would be occupied before dinner to take on the extra credit assignment for Herbology. Your friends looked at you strangely, the assignment was unnecessary for someone with such high marks, but inside you wanted a distraction from everything.
Back in the common room, the attention shifted to Theodore, the elephant in the room finally about to be addressed.
“So, what led to the breakup?” Blaise relaxed in his chair while Theodore sighed, looking at the ceiling.
“She didn’t say why, but she mentioned that you initiated the breakup,” Draco said casually, trying to hide his interest in the situation.
“I told her she deserved better.”
Silence.
Suddenly, Lorenzo burst into laughter.
“Salazar, Enzo,” Pansy stood, disregarding Lorenzo's reaction. “So, let me get this straight,” she pointed her finger at Theodore, “You're saying the reason the group has been down is because you decided she deserved someone better?”
Mattheo set aside his cigarette, “Didn’t expect you to be so naive, mate.”
Blaise nodded, “Thinking that's an explanation. Y/n adores you, where will you find a girl better than her?”
Theodore’s face paled, “She’ll find someone better and eventually leave me. I couldn’t handle that.”
Draco stayed composed, “So you ended it first. Well done, Theo.”
Theodore buried his face in his hands, letting out an exasperated groan. “You all know she has a promising future after graduation. Why should she stay with me and be held back?”
“Did you talk to her about this, or did your insecurities make the call?” Lorenzo’s words made Theodore freeze, lost in thought.
Pansy packed up, checking the time. “Dinner’s soon. Let’s go.”
The boys followed Pansy, leaving Theodore alone, contemplating if his decision was right for your relationship.
"I got the job!"
Strolling around Hogsmeade with Blaise and Pansy, you stumbled upon a new place—a wizarding coffee shop. Your liking for muggle coffeehouses sparked your curiosity, pushing you to ask about potential employment.
Excitement bubbled as you shared the news with your friends in the Great Hall.
“We’ve got a place to visit now.” Lorenzo grinned, aware it might bring some joy after a while.
Pansy nudged Draco, "Let’s study there. OWLS are coming up and some muggle coffee might help."
Draco glanced at Theodore, who sat in silence, unsure of what to say. “That sounds like a plan. I could use some muggle coffee.”
They all knew Draco was convincing Theodore to join.
"When do you start?" Mattheo asked between sips of hot chocolate.
You remembered your upcoming schedule, “Next week, Wednesdays and Saturdays? Once I’m trained, next Saturday, I’ll treat you all to some amazing muggle coffee."
The group agreed, planning to meet at your workplace next Saturday.
“Five cups of regular iced coffee, please.” You operated the muggle machine, engrossed in fulfilling the order.
“Oh, hey, Theodore. Are the others here?” You looked around, causing Theodore’s shoulders to slump slightly.
“They're at the big corner table. Enzo insisted the natural sunlight would help with studying…”
A soft chuckle escaped, “You can go back, I’ll bring the drinks over when ready.” Theodore nodded, returning to the café’s corner.
Blaise grabbed the first cup but stopped when Pansy teased him. “Don’t hog! Share!”
“How does it taste?” you asked, turning to your friends.
“Y/n, muggle coffee is amazing.” Mattheo praised, soon followed by Blaise signaling he finished his drink.
“I should tell my father about this place,” Draco chimed in, and before you knew it, all the cups were empty.
“I should get back to work, see you at dinner.”
“What time do you finish?” Theodore's sudden interest surprised everyone.
“Y/n?”
"I'm done around six," You said while feeling a bit overwhelmed inside.
Theodore nodded, indicating your return to work.
Numerous customers kept you busy. Though you didn’t need money, the experience was enriching.
While your friends left at five, Theodore stayed. He moved to a quiet spot facing the counter where you worked.
Ignoring his shift, you focused on the new customers who walked in.
“Y/n, it's six, you can leave,” your boss said, offering a pastry.
“Thanks,” grabbing your coat, you started to leave the kitchen.
“Are you done?” Theodore was poised by the counter, waiting for your response.
“Theodore, did you wait?”
Signaling to walk together, he said, “I had a few assignments that I wanted to finish early so I stayed longer.” His nervous fidgeting gave away his lie, his habit you remembered from your past relationship.
You hummed, touched by his waiting.
“I might visit often. I didn't mention earlier, but the coffee’s great.”
Walking back to Hogwarts, feelings for Theodore surfaced since the breakup.
How could you move on when he acted this way?
For two months, Theodore kept his promise, visiting the café every Wednesday and Saturday, bringing schoolwork, and leaving with you.
You felt the emotions returning but you were scared to get hurt. After all, he initiated the breakup, right?
Your friends noticed Theodore’s absence on your workdays, understanding where Theodore was without verbal explanation.
“One large iced coffee, please.” You prepared a cup, “And your name?”
“Theo.”
“Oh,” You looked up at Theodore. “One large iced coffee for Theodore.” You repeated his order and placed the cup down.
“Why don’t you call me Theo anymore?” His disappointment was evident.
Meeting his gaze, you explained, “Because we’re just friends.”
Theodore observed the cup, then you.
“You know what, I think I forgot something at my dorm. I’m going to go.” His tone was sharper than he meant, leaving the café abruptly.
“Now you're the clueless one. Salazar, why do I have two of them?” Lorenzo dramatized, earning an eye roll from you.
Theodore disappeared after the café meeting. Unaware of his whereabouts, your friends gathered in the common room, waiting for his return.
“I mean, Y/n, Enzo's right,” Pansy said, sipping the muggle coffee you brewed for the group.
“He ended things months ago. I don’t see why you're all on his side.” Frowning, you didn’t grasp their empathy toward Theodore.
“Y/n, listen,” Blaise interrupted, “Regardless of who initiated the breakup, Theodore has come to your café twice a week for months, just to spend time with you.”
Draco echoed Blaise’s sentiments. “OWLS were done a month ago, yet he still visits. Give Theo credit for trying.”
You sighed, “I care for him, but I don’t want to be hurt again. He should just tell me. His actions are misleading if he doesn’t want to reconcile.”
Lost in thought, the warmth of the common room enveloped you, the crackling fire providing a soothing ambiance.
As evening approached, your thoughts circled Theodore’s sudden exit from the café, leaving you unsettled, your mind in disarray.
Unnoticed, the common room door creaked open. Theodore entered, visibly anxious. His eyes met yours, a blend of hesitation and resolve painting his expression.
The room fell silent as Theodore approached you, a mix of emotions playing across his face. Without a word, you got up and led him out of the common room.
The two of you reached the Blake Lake, facing each other, as the tension filled the air. Theodore struggled with his thoughts, torn between holding back and speaking up.
“I’m sorry for earlier,” he started, a hint of regret in his tone. “I didn’t mean to leave abruptly. I've been struggling, Y/n.”
“Struggling? With what, Theodore?”
Gathering his thoughts, he spoke earnestly. “With everything between us. The breakup wasn't about not caring about you. I was scared.”
“Scared?” Your voice softened, understanding blooming within.
Theodore nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. “I was scared that you would realize I was holding you back and leave me. So I thought if I let you go, you would be better off.”
Your heart ached, his honesty striking a chord with your own doubts. “But, Theodore, you never gave me a chance to choose. You made that decision for me.”
“I know, and I regret it every day.” Remorse filled his words, and his vulnerability was evident. “I visited the café because I wanted to be near you. But I understand if it’s been confusing for you.”
Silence hung, emotions swirling like a storm.
“I never stopped loving you,” you whispered, emotions stirring within.
He met your gaze, “I don't want to lose you again, Y/n. I want us to start over, I'll do everything to make things right.”
“Let's take it slow, Theodore. Start over and let's see where it takes us.”
A soft smile appeared on his face, relief in his eyes. “I promise, I'll do everything.”
"I've missed this," Theodore confessed softly, his eyes reflecting a mixture of emotions.
You gently squeezed his hand, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Me too. I think we both needed this time to figure things out."
Theodore stopped walking, turning to face you with resolve. "I want us to try again, to be together, properly this time.”
Your heart skipped a beat, warmth spreading through you at his words. You looked into his eyes, seeing a depth of sincerity that reassured you more than any words could. "I want that too, Theodore. Let's give us another chance."
With that shared agreement, a sense of relief and joy washed over both of you. Walking hand in hand, Theodore smiled for the first time in months.
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