Words | 880
Warnings | Angst | Death (Not reader or Theo)
Pairings | Theo Nott x Reader
Inspo | slytherinboy..povs on TikTok
Links to PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3
Present day
“You’re dead Nott.”
Theo’s stomach dropped; he quickly took a step back trying to put some distance between you. Without his wand, there was nothing he could do to defend himself from you.
The students in the common room glanced around at each other, feeling the rage that was radiating from you.
“(Y/N), please. It’s not what you think.” Theo pleaded, trying to reason with you, trying to explain what had happened.
“It’s your fault!” You yelled, firing a hex at him, narrowly missing him by centimetres. “I TRUSTED YOU!”
Theo could see the rage radiating through you, he looked pleadingly towards Mattheo and Draco for help. Both boys looked at him with shocked expressions, unsure of what was happening and who to side with.
He had never seen you this angry before. Your hand shook as you clutched your wand tightly, your eyes were narrow, laser focused on him.
“Please just let me explain.” Theo pleaded; he needed a chance to explain what had happened. He needed to tell you about Snape.
“You’ve said enough.” You seethed, stepping forwards forcing Theo to back up. He glanced around erratically, looking for any way out of the common room. He needed to get away from him before you killed him.
He spotted his chance to escape as more students piled into the common room from the dungeon corridor, he bolted for the door, shoving past students as he ran. He didn’t dare to look behind him, knowing that you’d be only a few steps behind.
He ran on autopilot, his feet carrying him to one of the only places he felt truly safe. The Astronomy Tower.
As he reached the top, he heaved in deeply, trying to catch his breath. He was on his knees, facing away from the stairs as he heard footsteps approaching, silently he cursed to himself.
“Found you.”
Theo screwed his eyes shut; he was wandless. There was nothing he could do.
“Please, (Y/N). Just let me explain. It’s not what you think!” Theo yelled staring at you over his shoulder, trying to make you listen. Your face was stoic but the tears that stained your cheeks told another story, you were in agony.
“Why did you do it?” You hissed, stepping towards him, making him slide across the floor to get away from you.
“I didn’t mean to! I tried (Y/N), I tried to stop it!” Theo yelled; his face screwed up again as you poked him in the chest with your wand. Your eyebrows furrowed, your stoic face transforming into a glare.
“Please, I-I didn’t do it by choice! I didn’t have a choice!” Theo rambled, unable to stop the words from spilling out. “I got summoned and the Dark Lord knew he had a traitor, and Snape, he…” Theo’s eyes welled up at the memory of the pain he went through to try and protect you and your family.
“I-I failed you.” He whispered. Silent tears spilling from his eyes.
“Explain.” Your anger ebbed slightly, confusion replacing what was once there.
“Legilimens.” Theo whispered, barely audible but you caught it. “Snape used it on me to find out what I knew.”
You studied his face, looking for any signs of a lie. You noticed the tears flowing from his eyes and the tear stains on his cheeks.
“You know some Occlumency.” You stated harshly, your wand still trained on him.
“I tried.” He whispered. “I tried, but he broke through it.”
You tried to think of how one would break through the barriers that a person would build to protect their memories. Harsh intrusion was one method, but it wasn’t effective enough to get to memories that you wanted to protect the most.
“How?”
Theo looked up at you, finally meeting your gaze. He could see your anger ebbing away, being replaced by more confusion and heartbreak over the loss of your family.
“He tortured me.” Theo mumbled. “I took the Cruciatus curse for you, to protect you. But I couldn’t stop him. I wanted death more than to give him your secrets. I’m sorry.”
Your bottom lip trembled at his words, finally understanding everything. Snape had betrayed you; he’d betrayed your parents; he’d betrayed the order. He’d hurt Theo. Your knees buckled at the realisation that Theo had gone through hell to protect you.
You gasped as your knees hit the floor, your wand slipping from your hand. An anguished yell left your throat, dissolving into sobs. You wanted to scream, to hit something, to hurt someone but you wouldn’t. You couldn’t do it.
Theo didn’t know what to do, he watched as you sobbed. A part of him wanted to comfort you like he had that night in front of the fire, but another part of him was afraid. He was afraid of your anger.
“Amore mio?” He whispered, trying to get you attention between your heaves and sobs. You wiped your tears with your sleeve and glanced up at him through glassy eyes. He looked afraid of you.
“Theo. I’m so sorry.”
You pushed yourself from the floor, stepping away from him, barely able to look at him.
“I’m so sorry.” You sobbed as you took off down the steps of the Astronomy Tower, leaving Theo alone.
Words | 800
Warnings | Angst | Death (Not reader or Theo)
Pairings | Theo Nott x Reader
Inspo | slytherinboy..povs on TikTok
Links to PART 1 | PART 2
Two months later…
Theo felt a burning sensation on his forearm, his stomach lurched at the feeling. He was being summoned for the first time since being forced to take the mark.
He arrived at Malfoy Manor within the hour, joining over fifty other death eaters around the grand table in the Malfoy’s dining room.
The Dark Lord hadn’t arrived yet, the room buzzing with chatter from the newly recruited, pure-blood students and older members alike. Theo felt a hand firmly grasp his shoulder.
“Theodore.” Nott Senior, Theo’s father rasped coldly. Theo felt ice run through his veins.
“Father.” He nodded curtly. The tension was palpable between them, years of hatred and mistreatment weighed heavily on Theo’s shoulders.
“The Dark Lord will be here soon. Do not embarrass me boy.”
Theo nodded curtly again, not wanting to anger his father. He would much rather be forgotten by him.
The mindless chatter ceased as the grand doors slid open, revealing the Dark Lord who almost seemed to be gliding across the room to his chair. You could hear a pin drop, the death eaters surrounding Theo barely breathed as they waited for the Dark Lord to address them.
“It seems we have traitors amongst us…” The Dark Lord drawled, breathing softly. His beady eyes scanned across his army, scanning for one particular person.
“Severus.” The Dark Lord, spoke softly. Snape leant down to hear the command given to him, his eyes also scanned the crowd, locking eyes with Theo.
Theo’s eyes widened slightly, the stoic mask slipping slightly through fear. Snape marched quickly towards him, grasped his arm and apparated away.
Nott Senior gawked at what had happened in front of him, glancing between the death eaters and the Dark Lord himself.
“Nagini… Kill him.” The last thing Nott Senior saw was the jaws of a snake lunging for his neck.
“Professor, what is this?” Theo asked cautiously as he found himself in a room that he recognised, Lucius Malfoy’s study. He and Draco had often played in the room as children, much to Lucius’ displeasure.
“The Dark Lord believes you know something Mister Nott.” Snape spoke calmly, a tone so calm that it unsettled Theo. “And he’s asked me to access that information.”
“I don’t understand Professor. I don’t know what he wants.” Theo felt his fear rising, he felt like a small child again, being mistreated by his father.
Snape raised his wand at him, Theo reached for his own wand a split second too late.
“Crucio.”
A blood curdling scream rang out through the manor as Theo’s body hit the floor, writhing in pain. His breaths came in jagged gasps, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. The pain didn’t ease as Snape kept the curse on him for what felt like minutes, even though it was a matter of seconds.
“I have to break down your barriers Mister Nott, it will make finding the information the Dark Lord needs much easier. Crucio.” Theo writhed again, gasping for breath, his mouth open in a noiseless scream. Tears streamed down his cheeks.
“Legilimens.”
Theo felt the invasion in his mind immediately, a searing pain in his head.
“Please professor! Stop!” Theo yelled, trying to push himself up. His body was weak from the curses that were cast on him, his muscles unable to support him. He collapsed back to the floor, his breaths heavy.
“You know the daughter of the traitors?” Snape asked as he rifled through Theo’s memories. Theo nodded, his face screwed up in anguish, he finally knew what the Dark Lord wanted.
“Please professor, her parents mean everything to her. Please don’t do this.” Theo begged, losing your parents would break you, he couldn’t let it happen.
He fought in his mind, trying to remember back to the small amount of occlumency that his mother had taught him before she passed. He tried to build barriers.
“Do not fight me Mister Nott. You’ll only make it worse for yourself.”
Slowly, Theo built barriers around the memory he knew Snape was looking for. The memory of the letter, the address, your parents safe house.
“I told you. Do. Not. Fight. Me.” Snape hissed as he continued searching Theo’s mind. “Crucio.” Theo’s head snapped back to the floor as he writhed again, letting out another scream of pain. The barriers around the memories broke, giving Snape free access to them. Tears leaked from Theo’s eyes, from the pain and from the thought of you, devastated and alone.
“Just kill me professor. Tell him I couldn’t take it; tell him you didn’t find anything. Please.” Theo begged softly, breathless, his vision ebbing at the sides.
“Those are not my orders Mister Nott.” Snape rasped, finally leaving Theo’s mind as the darkness took over, sending him into a dark, dreamless sleep.
Words | 635
Warnings | Angst | Death (Not reader or Theo)
Pairings | Theo Nott x Reader
Inspo | slytherinboy..povs on TikTok
Link to PART 1
Three months earlier…
Tears slid down your cheeks as you reread the letter grasped in your hands. The secret you’d kept for over a year had crumbled. You rubbed your thumb over your mothers handwriting, imagining the tears she had shed while writing it.
My dearest (Y/N),
Please do not be alarmed.
Your father and I have gone into hiding, it seems that the Dark Lord has discovered our true allegiances. For our safety, only write if absolutely necessary.
You will be safe at Hogwarts.
Love always,
Mother x
It felt like your heart was beating out of your chest, you gasped for breath as you sobbed at the meaning of the letter. This could be your parents last goodbye.
You grasped the letter tightly, unwilling to let it go. You couldn’t, not yet. It was too soon.
The letter had arrived during breakfast as you sat with your Slytherin housemates, you recognised the wax seal on it immediately as that of your mother.
You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as you examined the letter. It wasn’t often that your parents sent you letters, preferring to let you live your own life and keep their contact infrequent.
“Who’s that from amore mio?” Theo spoke softly, leaning in to press a small kiss to your temple.
“My mother.” You replied simply, unable to stop smiling as you opened the crisp parchment. You quickly read the words on the page, your smile dropping slowly into a frown. Theo glanced at you as your emotions changed, a look of concern crossing his face.
“This can’t be real.” You whispered, your eyes welling with tears as you quickly stood up from the table.
“What is it?” Theo tried to ask, you didn’t hear him, your heart beating erratically as you read the letter again, looking for any sign of forgery or malicious intent. You sucked in a breath, trying to control the tears that threatened to spill.
Your legs moved on their own as your mind whirled with thousands of thoughts per minute.
‘When did they send this? Are they really in hiding? Are they still alive?’
The letter was clutched tightly in your hand as you arrived back at the Slytherin common room.
Later that evening, you found yourself sat in front of the fireplace, watching the flames dance and flicker. Your tears had long stopped flowing, replaced by fear and guilt that you were safe but your parents weren’t.
You felt a hand rest gently on your shoulder, the soft voice of Theo whispering in your ear.
“What is it amore mio?” He whispered, wrapping his arms around you. You leant back into his arms as your face scrunched up, on the verge of tears again from the comfort you felt from him.
“It’s my parents.” You whispered, pulling the letter from your pocket.
“What’s happened?”
You silently passed him the letter, waiting with bated breath for him to read it.
“Oh bella.” He mumbled as he reached the end of the letter, hugging you tighter in his arms. The barriers that you’d built to quell your tears broke, allowing them to flow freely down your cheeks once again.
“I don’t know what to do.” You sobbed, turning in his grasp so you could wrap your arms around him. "Promise me Theo, promise that you'll never betray me."
"I promise."
Theo held you tighter, unable to find words to comfort you. Nothing would help, so he held you until your sobs quietened and your breathing evened out. When he glanced down at you, he saw that you’d fallen asleep on him. He smiled sympathetically at your sleeping form, not wanting to move in case he woke you. Sighing softly to himself, he grasped the letter again, reading through it once more, his eyes flickering to the top right of the parchment.
Scared of the Past (Running From the Future) - Part 2
Words | 600
Warnings | None (yet)
Pairings | Theo Nott x Reader | Neville Longbottom & Reader (Siblings)
Link to PART 1
When the sunrise broke across the Scottish Highlands, you were already awake, barely able to sleep after speaking to Theo the night before. All of your emotions and thoughts were running wild.
‘I can’t lose you amore mio.’
You sat staring at the reddish hues that scattered the sky, anxiety flowing through your veins. None of your dorm mates were awake yet, blissfully unaware of the mental battle that you were having with yourself at that moment.
It felt like the weight of the world rested on your shoulders and you were powerless to stop its oncoming destruction.
You sighed a heavy sigh, slipping silently off of the window sill and returning to your bed where your trunk lay at the end. You dug through it, pulling out a pair of blue jeans and a yellow jumper. Quickly, you threw them on, thankful that it was a Saturday and you didn’t have to worry about classes for the day. You could just spend your day however you please.
As the clock chimed 8am, you slipped out of the Hufflepuff common room and headed to the great hall, hoping to get to breakfast early enough to avoid your brother.
As you entered the great hall, you were hit by the sweet-smelling pastries and fruit that adorned the tables. The smell made you want to vomit on its own, but you knew you needed to eat something.
You took a seat at the Hufflepuff table, keeping your head down and grabbing a couple of pastries and some fruit. You heard more students entering the hall as you ate, including the familiar voice of Theodore Nott. You couldn’t help but glance over your shoulder at the sound of his voice, giving him a fleeting glance as he walked past you with Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini, one of which was a suspected death eater by most of the students. You knew the truth, Theo had told you about Draco’s affiliation with the Dark Lord.
You returned your gaze back to the food on your plate, deciding that you’d had enough. You grabbed the remaining pastry and a tissue, gently wrapping it up and placing it in your pocket, deciding to save it for later.
You stood from the table and made your way towards the exit of the great hall. As you pushed open the doors, you almost collided with someone coming the other way.
“Bloody hell (Y/N)!” Your brother, Neville jumped back with a start.
“Sorry Nev, didn’t see you.” You mumbled with a shrug, barely able to meet his gaze.
You stared at you, a slightly concerned expression flickering over his face. He started to speak but you’d quickly vanished into a crowd of students, wanting to avoid a conversation with him. You couldn’t bare to face him, with the thoughts of running clouding your mind. You knew he’d be disappointed, possibly even angry. He’d see it as a betrayal towards him, your parents, your house and the wizarding world that was fighting for peace.
You’d prided yourself on your loyalty and your moral compass, it was what had suited you to Hufflepuff so well. But the feelings of confliction, of doing what was right for you versus what was right for the wizarding world had you torn and barely holding on. You knew you had to choose a path and once you stepped down it, you knew you wouldn’t be able to turn back. But what would you choose? To save the wizarding world alongside your brother and friends or to save the boy that you were hopelessly in love with?
Words | 387
Warnings | Angst | Death (Not reader or Theo)
Pairings | Theo Nott x Reader
Inspo | slytherinboy..povs on TikTok
“Promise that you’ll never betray me?”
“I promise.”
“YOU FUCKER! FUCK YOU!” You yell as you storm into the Slytherin common room. Students scatter as they feel your anger radiating across the room.
Mattheo looks up from where he’s sat next to the fireplace, seeing you storming straight towards him. He throws up his hands in a sigh of peace, not understanding why you’re furious.
“Where. Is. He?” You seethe. Mattheo’s eyebrows furrowed.
“Who?”
You head snaps to the side at the familiar sound of his voice, the cause of your anger. You see him walking out of his dorm, Draco at his side laughing about something that fills you with even more rage.
You raise your wand, not even uttering the spell as his wand flies from his hand and into yours. The look of shock that appears on his face was priceless, somewhat satisfying, but utterly useless to quell your anger.
“What the hell (Y/N)?” Theo yells from the other side of the room, rushing down the stairs.
You felt your anger rising further, almost at breaking point.
“You know what you did.” You spit as he storms towards you.
Theo slows in his strides, coming to a stop, a flicker of confusion passes through his eyes before a sinking realisation.
“You got them all killed. You. I TRUSTED YOU.” You yelled, all of your anger that you’d fought to keep in, suddenly escaping. Draco and Mattheo glanced at each other, concern and confusion filling the room.
“You promised me Theo.” You trailed off as tears began streaming down your face. “My family is dead because of you.”
You could hear a pin drop; the silence was deafening.
“What does she mean?” Mattheo mumbled to Draco, staring at the scene that was unfolding in front of him. His two best friends at each other’s throats.
“I don’t know.” Draco mumbled in return, his gaze fixed on your wand, clutched tightly in your hand.
You held Theo’s wand in your left hand tightly, your own wand held in your right hand, pointed directly at him. With a swift movement, you pocketed your own wand and gripped Theo’s with both hands, snapping it in half.
The remaining students in the room let out quiet gasps as you dropped the broken wand on the floor.
When I'm writing something, I'll imagine it as if I'm watching a film and it's playing on full screen in my brain, rewinding points where I think there's something missing or there's a plot hole or something just doesn't fit correctly.
It's almost like I'm the camera person for my own stories, watching from a place in the crowd, feeling the atmosphere of a situation.
I don't know if that's a good way to write? It may also explain why my smut is pretty terrible 😅
Scared of The Past (Running From the Future) - Theo Nott (1/?)
Words | 700
Warnings | Fem reader | Future use of (Y/N) | Nothing else (yet)
Pairings | Theo Nott x Reader | Neville Longbottom & Reader (Siblings)
The black lake was eerily peaceful at night, the occasional slosh of water breaking on the edge and birds chirping as they flew was the only thing breaking the silence.
You sat staring out at the edge, internally debating your next steps in the mess you currently found yourself in. With the wizarding war looming on the horizon, you knew you had two choices. Stay and fight or run.
You sighed as you thought through your options. Staying to fight alongside your brother and friends seemed like the right choice, but a feeling settled in your stomach every time you thought about it. The possibility of ending up like your parents, tortured to the point of insanity and spending the rest of your life institutionalised was wildly unappealing, to the point that death would have been a better fate.
The thought of running and being freed from your wizarding life held some appeal, but it would mean leaving behind everything and everyone you’d ever know. There would no longer be a place for you in the wizarding world, essentially sentencing yourself to exile for the rest of your life. Was that a fate better than probable death?
Your mind spun these thoughts around until you felt a hand on your shoulder, jolting you to attention.
“Amore mio, it’s me.” You heard a familiar voice whisper. You relaxed almost immediately at the sound.
“Theo, you scared me.” You whispered, turning your head to look up at him, barely able to make out his face in the darkness. He gave your shoulder a squeeze as he moved to sit next to you, his hand making its way from your shoulder, down your arm to grasp at your hand.
You sat in a comfortable silence, taking the time to run your thumb over his knuckles.
“Are you still thinking about your choices?” He mumbled after a while, causing you to let out another sigh. You nodded, shuffling slightly closer to him and resting your head on his shoulder. He released his grip on your hand and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side.
Very few people saw this side to Theo. To most, he was closed off and tight lipped, scowling and fighting were what he was known for. But to you, he was kind and open, a true gentleman.
“I don’t know what to do.” You mumbled, forcing down the lump in your throat. Theo heard the strain in your voice, quickly pulling you into a hug and placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.
“Whatever you choose, I’ll stand by you.”
“But it’s not that easy!” You spoke exasperated. “We’re on different sides of this war.”
“Not by choice.”
“I know that!”
You sighed again, pressing your palms into your eyes and rubbing them, trying to stave off the tears that you’d been holding in for days after the last order meeting you’d attended.
“I’m sorry.” You mumbled. “I shouldn’t blame you for a choice you didn’t make.”
Theo sighed and held you tighter, the light of the moon grazing on his dark mark that was peeking out from under his uniform. His induction into the Dark Lord’s army of Death Eaters had been a sore subject for weeks.
In his embrace, your tears began to fall, like a dam had broken and your emotions were flowing out freely. Your body wracked with sobs in his arms.
“It will be ok.”
“But what if it isn’t? What if one of us dies Theo?”
Theo didn’t respond but clutched you tighter to him, unwilling to let you go. At seventeen you were both too young for this, completely unprepared for what this war had caused. Lines were drawn, divides were reincarnated tenfold, war was unkind to all involved.
“What if I ran with you?” Theo mumbled, his face buried in your shoulder, his words so quiet that you barely caught them.
Your head rose from his shoulder.
“What?”
“I said, what if I ran with you?”
“You would?”
He nodded softly, lifting a hand to your cheek and brushing your tears away.
Words | 600
Warnings | Fighting, Theo being a raging dick
Pairings | Theo Nott x Reader | Neville Longbottom & Reader (Platonic)
“What did you just say?” You hear as you round the corner, an audible crack ringing above the hushed mumbles of other students surrounding what you assumed was a fight unfolding. You couldn’t see anything as you approached the back of the circle that had formed. You craned your neck to see a glimpse of what was going on, another cracking sound, followed by yelling.
“What’s going on?” You spoke, slightly panicked to the Ravenclaw girl who was stood in front of you.
“Nott and Longbottom. Nott’s winning.” She spoke nonchalantly, as if she didn’t care that another student, your friend, was getting beaten.
You felt an unfamiliar feeling surge inside you. Anger. You barged your way through the surrounding students, bursting through the front line and finally witnessing the scene that had unfolded. Nott had Neville pinned up against the wall with one hand in the middle of his chest, his other laying punches into his face and stomach.
Something snapped inside you.
You couldn’t help yourself, charging into Nott’s side at full force and throwing him off balance, causing him to lose his footing and fall to the floor. You pulled your wand out and aimed it at him.
“You ok Nev?” You asked the shaken boy, keeping your eyes fixed on Nott, who was beginning to get back up.
“Yeah, I-I’m ok.” Neville mumbled, wiping his bloody nose with the sleeve of his cloak.
You watched at Nott got back to his feet, glaring at you. He took a step towards you.
“Take one more step and I’ll hex you into next year.” You stood your ground, defending your friend with unwavering confidence and anger coursing through your body. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest.
Neville stared at you in disbelief, as did many other students that had been watching the fight. You were known for being the quiet, kind Hufflepuff who sat in the back of the class and often carried round a bag of sweets from Honeydukes, handing them out to anyone who looked upset.
This was a side of you no one had seen before, it was a side of you reserved for those who hurt the people you cared for.
Your eyes narrowed, your wand still trained on Nott, searching for any sign of movement towards you. His glare was piercing, ice cold. If looks could kill.
He stepped away from you, turning and shoving his way through the crowd, sending students falling into one another as he left. You let out a sigh of relief as you watched him leave, only turning to Neville after he was out of your sight.
“Let’s get you to the hospital wing.” You spoke softly, wrapping Neville’s arm over your shoulder and helping him through the corridors.
As you arrived at the hospital wing, Madame Pomfrey rushed over to take Neville to a bed, firing questions at you. There was an unspoken rule between the students, if you fought each other and were injured, say nothing. Your explanation to Madame Pomfrey was that you’d just found Neville like this and had no idea what had happened. You knew she didn’t believe you, but she had no proof that anything you said wasn’t true.
She shooed you from the wing shortly after Neville was placed into a bed, stating that he needed to rest and would be back to class in a couple of days. You nodded, remaining silent, afraid that anything you would say may give away too much information. You really didn’t want a target on your back, even though you now had one from defending your friend.
Requested? No just my late night ramblings...
Word Count | 1800
Warnings | MDNI | Smut, breeding kink, begging, dom!Theo, sub!Reader, use of Y/N
Theme | Enemies to maybe lovers? 👀
If there was one thing you were certain about during your time at Hogwarts, it was that Theodore Nott was a pain in your ass.
After a hex you’d cast went rogue and hit him instead of your intended target, he’d teased you mercilessly. He’d never let it go, even though it happened in your third year, while you were both now in your seventh year.
“Watch where you’re going (Y/L/N).” Theo hissed as you almost bumped into him, he gave you a shove for good measure, causing you to drop the books you were carrying.
“Piss off Nott!” You yelled back, bending down to pick your books back up.
“Or what?” He rasped, slamming his foot down on the last book you were going to pick up. You straightened, coming face to face with him.
“Don’t make me hex you again.” You could feel your adrenaline kicking in, your heart rate picking up at the thought of a potential fight with Nott.
“Try me, see how far you get.”
You hated Theodore Nott.
“Honestly Luna! He’s infuriating!” You spoke animatedly to your housemate, regaling her with the details of your morning run in with Nott. “And then he told me to try him and see how far I got. What does that even mean?” You sighed, exasperated.
“Honestly (Y/N), it sounds like you like him.” You almost spat out your pumpkin juice.
“I hate him!”
Luna just smiled at your reaction as she looked past you, she could see the brunette staring at you from across the Great Hall. He had a look in his eyes that she couldn’t pinpoint, but whatever it was, she knew it was aimed at you.
“I’m not dealing with this right now.” You stood up from the table, dropping your cutlery onto your plate. It landed with a loud clatter, drawing curious looks from students who were sat close to you. You stormed out of the Great Hall.
You loved to hate Theodore Nott.
As the sun was setting for the day, you made your way up to the Astronomy Tower. You’d been frustrated all day and needed some time to calm down without being surrounded by people.
As you took the last few steps, you were grateful to see that the tower was empty. You walked over to the edge of the tower, sitting down and dangling your legs over the edge. The sunset was a beautiful mix of reds and oranges, it almost looked like they were dancing with each other, intertwined.
You leaned back on your arms, legs still dangling as you kept your gaze on the rolling hills and sprawling trees.
It was so calm.
You didn’t notice the footsteps on the stairs until you heard his voice.
“What are you doing up here?” He rasped, his voice husky.
“Come to push me off Nott?” You quipped, rolling your eyes but standing up and stepping away from the edge regardless. He let out a laugh, it was a laugh that you hadn’t heard directed at you since your third year.
“And kill my favourite person? You know me so well.” He spoke, sarcasm dripping from his words.
“Either sit in silence or leave. I’m not in the mood tonight.”
“And why’s that principessa?” Luna’s words had been playing on your mind for most of the day.
“Don’t call me that. I’m not your princess.” You spat, you felt your anger rise up. He smirked, knowing he’d hit a nerve.
“But principessa, why not?” He mocked, your anger rising with every passing word he spoke.
“I’m warning you Nott. Stop.”
“But you love it so much principessa.” You felt something snap inside you, quickly closing the gap between you, you slapped him. His head snapped to the side, a faint red mark apperaing on his cheek. As he turned to look at you, you saw a spark of some form in his eyes. The mark on his face, glowing slightly brighter. A sinking feeling lodged itself in your stomach. Shoving eachother was one thing, but Theo had never hit you in anyway.
“Nott. I’m sorry.” You apolgised. He smirked.
“Don’t worry principessa, I liked it.” He whispered. Your eyes widened at his words.
Moments later, Theo advanced towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist. His lips were on yours in seconds, pulling you into a harsh kiss. You could feel him biting at your bottom lip, silently begging you to open your mouth. As soon as you gave in a little, he pushed his tongue into your mouth and one of his hands found your hair, tangling his fingers into the strands.
“Fuck, Nott.” You whispered as he broke the kiss moments later. He smirked at your flustered expression. He stepped back from you, releasing his hand from your hair.
“Next time, principessa.”
You hated to like Theodore Nott.
Your occasional trips to the Astronomy Tower became a regular occurrence. You had a little hope that he’d return there and on your sixth night of sitting there alone, he did.
“Principessa.” You heard him say from the top of the stairs. You glanced over to him, an unreadable expression on your face.
“Nott.” You replied as he walked towards you.
“Did you come back for more?” He whispered in your ear as he got close enough, the feeling of his breath on your neck was indescribable.
“Maybe.” You looked up at him as he wrapped his arms around your waist again, placing one hand on the small of your back, the other just above your ass. You sucked in a breath. Theo raised an eyebrow.
“You like that?” He whispered. You nodded, stretching up on your tiptoes and nibbling his earlobe.
“I wouldn’t do that principessa.” His voice sounded strained.
“And why’s that?” You teased, maybe Luna was right.
“Because you’re making me want to do terrible things to you.”
“Try me.”
The look in Theo’s eyes darkened at your word, a smirk appeared. He guided you backwards in his arms, pressing you up against a wooden beam.
“Tell me you want this.” Theo whispered into your ear; his hot breath sent a chill down your spine.
“Please, I want this.” Theo pulled your robes up and bunched them around your waist, revealing a lacy black thong. You heard him suck in a breath. He placed his thumb against your clit and rubbed small circles through your underwear. You couldn’t stop the moan that escaped your mouth. You heard him chuckle slightly at the sounds you were making as he continued his movements.
“You’re enjoying this principessa.” He whispered, you moaned in response as he increased his pressure on your clit. Your moans flowed out of you freely, the pleasure you felt from Theo’s thumb on your clit was unlike anything else you’d felt before.
“Let it go (Y/N).” He whispered, it was like the band that was holding you together snapped. You fell apart, with only Theo grasping you around the waist to support you. You shuddered through your orgasm, gasping as he continue to rub your clit.
“Nott, please.” You whispered, your clit becoming sensitive to touch.
“Please what?”
“Please, fuck me.” Theo’s eyes widened slightly but his reaction was quickly replaced with his usual cold demeanour.
“You want me to fuck you principessa?”
“Please.” You begged. Theo smirked again. He made quick work of his belt with one hand, still supporting you with the other arm. He whipped it off and cast it aside, moving onto his trousers, struggling with his button and fly.
“Let me.” You whispered, reaching between the two of you and undoing the button with ease. His breath was hot on your neck again as he released himself from his trousers. You felt him push against the fabric of your underwear, catching your clit with his tip. You let out a small whine at the feeling, you wanted more.
“Needy thing, aren’t you.” Theo smirked, pulling your legs up to wrap around his waist one at a time. His body held you in place as you wrapped yourself around him. One arm wrapped around your back, the other moved towards your soaked underwear, swiftly pulling them to the side.
“I’m not going to be gentle with you principessa. I hope you’re ready.” He whispered as he lined up with your soaked pussy. You moaned at his words. You felt him slide into you, a guttural groan escaping him.
“So tight, fuck. You’re perfect.” He moaned as he began to thrust into you. You felt a slight pain to start with but soon Theo was hitting something inside you that made you cry out.
“Fuck, please!” You moaned, urging him to go faster. His hips thrust, pistoning in and out of you. He was almost feral with the way he was fucking you. You threw your head back, another moan escaping.
“Say my name.” He whispered, the sound of him slapping against you almost drowned out his words. You mumbled his name softly.
“Louder.” He rasped, sliding all the way out to the tip and pushing back in again rapidly.
“Theo!” You yelled as he hit something inside you again. He grinned, smug at the reaction he’d gotten from you. He caught your lips in a heated kiss, slamming into you as hard as he could. You whimpered into his mouth, feeling your orgasm building.
“Are you going to cum for me principessa?” He moaned, feeling your walls fluttering around him. He wasn’t far away himself.
“Yes!” You moaned, he kept hitting a spot that was making you see stars. You used your legs to pull him closer to you each time he thrusted, taking him to the hilt. He groaned as he sank all the way into you, your wetness and warmth enveloping his cock.
“Do you want me to cum in you?” He whispered again, pounding you hard against the wooden beam. You nodded, unable to get your words to form a sentence.
“Want me to breed you love? Stuff you full?”
“Please Theo!”
“Cum for me.” He whispered, as you came for the second time that night, squeezing around his cock and pushing him over the edge. He gasped as he came inside you, filling you up. He held you for a moment, gasping for breath.
“Shit (Y/N).” He rasped, looking into your eyes, his chest still heaving. Your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath. He gently slid out of you, a trail of semen following as he placed your legs back down on the ground and released you from the hold he had on you. You leant back against the beam you’d been pressed up against as your robe dropped from where it had been bunched around your hips.
You hated to want Theodore Nott
My first work for the HP Fandom and the first time in a long time that I've written smut! Constructive criticism is welcome 💞
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