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Cedric loses the match before he ever steps onto the pitch.
Not because Ravenclaw played better.Not because Hufflepuff was off their game.
Because for the first time in years, Cedric Diggory cannot focus. And it starts with something stupid.
A scarf.
A stupid scarf.
You were standing outside the library complaining about the cold while digging through your bag for a quill you swore you had five minutes ago. Theoโs beside you because somehow Theo is always beside you lately, leaning against the stone wall half-listening while Mattheo talks about something behind him.
Then your scarf slips loose. And Theo reaches over automatically. No hesitation.
His fingers brush under your chin briefly as he fixes it properly around your neck, tugging it tighter against the wind.
Easy. Careful.
Intimate in the kind of way that only happens when someoneโs been paying attention for too long.
โYou never wear this thing rightโ he mutters.
And the tone is what makes it bad. Not teasing.Not smug.
Soft.
Like this is normal for him. Like heโs done this before in his head a hundred times.
You laugh quietly. โSorry my scarf techniques disappoint you.โ
But he still fixes the fold near your shoulder afterward. One last adjustment.
Cedric sees it.
Standing halfway across the courtyard with his broom over his shoulder on the way to Quidditch practice.
And he stops walking. Because itโs not the scarf itself.
Itโs the look on Theoโs face. Cedricโs seen Theo laugh at him.Mock him.Flirt with you just to irritate him.
But this? This is different.
Theo looks at you like he forgot anyone else exists.
And the second Theo notices Cedric standing there watching, his expression changes instantly.
The softness disappears so fast Cedric almost thinks he imagined it.
Theo steps back immediately.
You turn, brightening when you see Cedric.
โHeyโโ
But Cedricโs still staring at Theo.
Theo stares right back.
Neither of them speaks.
Mattheo notices first.
His eyes flick between them once before he mutters โwell this is awkwardโฆโ
Theo looks away first.
โDiggory.โ Theo he says casually
โNott.โ Cedric answers flatly
And something ugly settles between them immediately. You can feel it.
Theo pushes himself off the railing.
โBetter get to practice. Wouldnโt want another tragic loss.โ
Cedricโs jaw tightens.
Theo notices that too, obviously. He always notices.
Then Theo walks past him, shoulder brushing Cedricโs on purpose as he leaves.
Not enough to start something. Enough to mean something.
Cedric watches him disappear down the corridor before finally looking at you.
You frown slightly. โWhat?โ
Cedric shakes his head immediately. โNothing.โ
But the image wonโt leave his head afterward.
Theoโs hands on you.Theo fixing your scarf.Theo looking at you like that.
And during the match later, Cedric hesitates for the first time all season.
Only for a second.
But in Quidditch, seconds matter.
Especially when the Snitch flashes gold past his shoulder and he reacts just a little too late.
The Ravenclaw Seeker doesn't.
And just like thatโ
The match is over.
The silence afterward is somehow worse than the cheering.
Cedric lands hard enough that his broom jerks beneath him, boots scraping against the pitch as he stumbles a step before steadying himself.
Around him, Hufflepuff players are still trying to process what happened.
A few disappointed groans.Someone swears under their breath.
His team is already looking at him.
Not just their seekerโtheir captain.
Cedric doesnโt hear the post-match chatter. Not the excuses. Not the reassurance. Not the way theyโre waiting for him to say something, anything, to pull them back together.
Because all he can think about is one thing.
One stupid thing. A scarf. Your scarf.
Theoโs hands fixing it.
The way you looked up at him.
The way Theo looked back.
Cedric clenches his jaw so hard it aches.
โDiggory.โ
He barely registers one of his teammates stepping closer.
โCaptainโฆ you alright?โ That word hits harder than it should.
Captain.
He lets out a short, humorless breath.
โNo.โ
The answer comes out immediateโflat, edged.
A beat of silence.
The teammate hesitates, then nods once and backs off, quickly deciding that whatever is happening in Cedricโs head is not something they want to interrupt.
And for the first time since the final whistleโ
Cedric doesnโt feel like a captain at all. He dismounts and starts toward the locker rooms before anyone can stop him.
The celebrations from Ravenclaw echo across the pitch behind him. Every cheer feels like another reminder.
He lost.
Because he couldn't focus.
Because Theodore bloody Nott got inside his head.
The castle corridors are quieter than the pitch. Cedric walks quickly. Head down. Broom slung over his shoulder.
He's halfway to the changing rooms when he hears it.
Laughter.
Of course.
He already knows who it is. Nobody else in Hogwarts sounds quite so pleased with themselves.
Cedric closes his eyes briefly.
Not today.
Merlin, not today.
He keeps walking. Maybe they'll leave him alone.
Maybeโ
His jaw tightened.
The locker room corridor echoed with their voices, and despite every instinct screaming at him to keep walking, every word carried clearly enough for him to hear.
"...I'm serious," Draco was saying through a laugh. "I've never seen him miss that many catches."
"Maybe he forgot how to fly," Enzo offered.
"Nah," Mattheo replied. "He remembered how to fly. He just forgot there was a match happening."
More laughter.
Cedric's grip tightened around his broom.
Keep walking.
Just keep walking.
The loss already felt bad enough. Hufflepuff had lost to Ravenclaw by thirty points.
Thirty.
And Cedric knew exactly why.
Because every time he tried to focus on the game, his mind kept drifting back to that stupid moment.
Theo fixing your stupid scarf-
not that your scarf is stupid, hell he loved when you wore your scarf. But Theo-
The stupid little smirk he'd worn afterward. somehow Cedric had spent the entire match replaying it in his head like an idiot.
Which only made him angrier. Because now Hufflepuff had lost. And now he had to listen to this.
As he walked past the open doorway, Theo's voice cut through the laughter.
"Speak of the devil."
Cedric stopped.
Of course.
Of course they had seen him.
Inside, the four Slytherins were sprawled across the hall like they owned the castle.
Draco and Mattheo looked delighted.
Enzo looked seconds away from saying something stupid. And Theodoreโ
Theodore looked far too pleased with himself.
"Diggory."
Cedric sighed.
"What."
"Bit of a rough match?"
"Go away, Nott."
Theo pressed a hand dramatically against his chest.
"That's no way to speak to someone who's concerned for your wellbeing."
Enzo nearly fell off the bench laughing.
Cedric rolled his eyes.
"I'm not doing this today."
"Oh come on," Mattheo grinned. "You can't blame us for being curious."
"Curious about what?"
Draco snorted.
"What was distracting you?"
Cedric froze.
Immediately. The four of them noticed.
And that was the worst possible thing he could have done. Theo's eyes lit up.
"Oh."
The grin spreading across his face was pure trouble.
Cedric already hates where this is going. "Drop it."
"The scarf."
Draco immediately loses it. Mattheo bends over laughing. Even Enzo has to grab the wall.
Cedric wants the floor to open up beneath him.
"A scarf?" Mattheo repeats.
"You're joking."
Theo looks delighted.
"You lost because of a scarf?" Draco wheezes.
Cedric's face burns. "Shut up."
Unfortunately for him, Theodore Nott has never shut up a day in his life.
Theo folds his arms.
"I mean, if we're being fairโ"
"Don't."
"โshe did look pretty."
The laughter dies instantly.
Cedric freezes.
Mattheo raises an eyebrow.
Draco slowly turns toward Theo.
Enzo's grin grows.
Because suddenly this isn't about Quidditch anymore.
Theo realizes what he said. A normal person might look embarrassed. Theo just shrugs.
Cedric stares at him.
Theo stares right back.
Neither looks away.
And for the first time all afternoonโ
Nobody is laughing. The silence hangs for exactly three seconds.
Then Mattheo grins.
"Oh, that's bad."
Theo doesn't take his eyes off Cedric.
Cedric doesn't take his eyes off Theo.
Draco looks between them.
"Should we leave?"
"Absolutely not," Enzo says immediately.
Neither of them are listening anyway.
Cedric takes a step forward.
"You think this is funny?"
"A little." Theo shrugs.
Wrong answer.
Very wrong answer.
Cedric shoves him.
Hard.
โYou think because sheโs nice to you, you matter?โ
Silence.
Real silence this time.
Even Mattheo looks up sharply. Because that was cruel. Theoโs face changes immediately. Not dramatic.
Justโฆ wounded.
For half a second Cedric regrets it.
Then Theo smiles. And itโs honestly worse.
Small.Mean.Ruined around the edges.
โThat bothering you now? That sheโs nice to me?โ
Cedric realizes too late he crossed a line.
But Theoโs already stepping closer.
โYou wanna know the worst part, Diggory?โ
โIโm sure youโll tell me anyway.โ
โShe defends you constantly.โ
Cedric frowns slightly.
Theo laughs quietly.Mean this time.
โYeah. Even when youโre not around.โ
Cedricโs chest tightens.
โEvery time somebody says youโre arrogant, or fake, or too perfectโshe defends you like sheโs trying to convince herself.โ
Cedric grabs the front of Theoโs robe.
โWatch your mouth.โ
Theo looks down at his fist.
Then back up.
โYou should be more worried about where her eyes go when you walk into a room together.โ
Cedric drops his broom.
It clatters against the stone floor.
Theo glances down at it.
When he looks back upโ
Cedric swings.
His fist catches Theo in the jaw.
Not cleanly. Not enough to do real damage.
Theo's head snaps to the side.
Everyone freezes. For one second.
Then Theo lunges.
The two of them crash into each other.
A mess of yellow and green.
Shoulders slamming into walls.
Hands grabbing robes.
Trying more to overpower each other than actually hurt each other.
Cedric punches him again. Hard.
Theoโs lip splits immediately against his teeth.
Blood streaks down his mouth.
Silence.
Cedricโs breathing hard now, immediate regret flashing through himโ
Then Theo smiles.
And thereโs something genuinely wrong with it.
Theo wipes blood from his mouth with his thumb and laughs softly.
โFinally.โ
Cedric stares at him.โWhat the hell is wrong with you?โ
Theo hits him back hard enough to bloody his nose instantly.
Cedric stumbles backward.
Theo steps forward immediately this time.
โYou wanna know whatโs wrong with me?โ
Another shove.Another hit.
โIโm sick of watching her look at you like you hung the bloody starsโโ
Cedric swings again.
Theo catches him by the front of his shirt before he can pull away.
โโwhen you donโt even notice when sheโs unhappy.โ
โThatโs bullshit.โ
โIs it?โ
Cedric slams him against the railing.
Theo laughs again through the blood.
That stupid laugh. That infuriating laugh.
Cedric wipes blood from his mouth, breathing hard.
Then says the one thing he knows will hurt him back.
"She's never going to choose you."
Everything stops.
Not the fight.
Just Theo. His expression goes completely blank. Dangerously blank.
Cedric immediately knows he's gone too far.
Theo's tongue drags across the blood on his lip.
Slow.
Deliberate.
Then he smiles.
Not a nice smile.
Not even close.
"Yeah?"
Before Cedric can answerโ
Theo's fist crashes into his jaw.
Cedric's head snaps sideways.
The hit is hard enough that stars explode behind his eyes.
"Theoโ"
Another punch.
Theo doesn't let him finish.
Years.
Years of jealousy.
Years of watching.
Years of pretending it didn't bother him.
All of it finally snaps.
Theo grabs Cedric by the collar and drives him backward.
"Say it again."
"You heard me."
Theo takes a step forward.
Cedric doesn't move.
"All these years," Cedric says. "All the flirting, all the stupid comments, all the games you play just to get a reactionโ"
Another step.
"โand at the end of the day she still comes back to me."
Theo's jaw clenches.
Hard enough that the muscle jumps. Cedric should stop. He knows he should. Instead he doubles down.
"You're never going to be more than my enemy."
The punch comes so fast Cedric doesn't even see it.
One second Theo is standing there.
The next, his fist crashes into Cedric's jaw.
Mattheo actually winces.
"Merlin."
"THEO!"
Draco sounds half horrified, half entertained.
Theo doesn't hear either of them.
Cedric launches himself forward.
Theo meets him halfway.
They collide hard enough to slam into the wall.
Punches.
Shoving.
Grabbing at collars.
Neither thinking.
Neither listening.
Theo's lip is split wider now.
Cedric's nose starts bleeding again.
But neither cares.
"You're pathetic," Cedric spits.
Theo's eyes flash.
"You think I don't know that?"
The honesty catches Cedric off guard for exactly one second.
One second too long.
Theo's fist catches him square in the face.
And for the first time since the fight startedโ
Theo looks genuinely furious.
Not amused.
Furious.
The kind of angry that comes from years of wanting something you're never supposed to have.
The kind that hurts.
And suddenly Cedric isn't sure whether Theo wants to punch him... Or kill him.
Cedric manages to shove Theo into the wall.
Theo immediately grabs the front of Cedric's robes and pulls him with him.
Neither is winning.
Neither is backing down.
Untilโ
"WHAT IS GOING ON?"
The corridor falls silent.
Immediately.
Professor McGonagall stands at the far end of the hall.
Looking absolutely horrified.
Theo and Cedric are still gripping each other's robes.
Mattheo looks like he's about to pass out from laughter.
Enzo turns away.
Draco suddenly finds the ceiling fascinating.
McGonagall's eyes narrow.
"Mr. Diggory."
Cedric releases Theo.
"Professor."
"Mr. Nott."
Theo lets go too.
"Professor."
A long pause.
"My office."
Both boys groan.
And as they start walking down the corridor toward what is undoubtedly the worst detention of their lives, Theo leans slightly toward Cedric.
Just enough that only he can hear.
"You punch like a Hufflepuff."
Cedric immediately tries to lunge at him again.
McGonagall's voice echoes down the hall.
"MR. DIGGORY."
Cedric stops immediately.
Not because he wants to.
Because if he keeps going, he's fairly certain he'll end up back on top of Nott before they even make it to the staircase.
Theo, meanwhile, looks far too pleased with himself for someone whose lip is split open.
Blood stains the corner of his mouth.
His tie is hanging halfway off.
And somehow he still manages to smirk.
Cedric hates him.
Actually hates him.
McGonagall turns slowly.
The kind of slow turn that makes entire classrooms fear for their lives.
"Would either of you care to explain why I found you attempting to murder each other in the middle of the corridor?"
"No, Professor," Cedric says immediately.
"Not particularly," Theo agrees.
McGonagall closes her eyes.
Just for a second.
As if she's asking the universe for strength.
Behind them, Mattheo finally loses his battle with self-control and snorts.
Loudly.
McGonagall doesn't even look at him.
"Mr. Riddle."
Mattheo straightens.
"I'm being completely silent, Professor."
"You have been laughing for the last seven minutes."
"Respectfully, Professor, it was very funny."
Enzo physically turns away.
Draco looks ready to disappear into the nearest wall.
McGonagall points down the corridor.
"Office. Now."
Nobody argues.
For once.
The walk is silent.
Mostly.
Cedric keeps staring straight ahead.
Theo keeps glancing sideways.
The tension between them is so obvious that even the portraits they pass start watching.
Finally Theo speaks.
"You know..."
Cedric already knows he's going to regret asking.
"What?"
Theo's grin widens.
"For a Hufflepuff, you hit surprisingly hard."
Cedric's eye twitches.
Theo continues.
"Still lost, though."
Cedric lunges.
Again.
"MR. DIGGORY!"
The entire corridor shakes with McGonagall's voice.
Cedric freezes mid-step.
Theo actually laughs.
Not a smug laugh.
Not a mocking one.
A genuine laugh.
The kind that escapes before he can stop it.
For half a second, Cedric just stares at him.
Because he realizes something horrifying.
Theo is enjoying this.
Every second of it.
The arguing.
The fighting.
The attention.
The fact that Cedric keeps taking the bait.
And somehow that makes Cedric even angrier.
"You are insufferable."
Theo's grin is immediate.
Cedric groans.
McGonagall groans louder.
And somewhere behind them, Mattheo nearly falls down a staircase laughing.
As they disappear around the corner toward what is guaranteed to be the worst detention Hogwarts has ever seen, Theo bumps Cedric's shoulder one last time.
Cedric immediately shoves him away.
Theo just smirks.
The fight may be over.
But neither of them is finished.
Not even close.
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Dinner in the Great Hall is as usual; the boys are cracking all kinds of jokes and snickering, whereas the girls keep up with the latest gossip roaming the corridors. Every so often, the conversation between the girls and the boys intertwines.
โOi, ever wonder if Trelawney keeps those jam jar frames on her face while visiting down under?โ
Lorenzo Berkshire speaks lowly to the lot with a smirk on his faceโ his elbows resting on top of the wooden table. A few snickers could be heard from Mattheo and Blaiseโ whereas the girls looked at Enzo with pure horror and disgust. Pansyโs fork dropped on the ceramic plate beneath her with a sharp clutter, and Daphneโs face scrunching up with repulsion.
โDonโt be so lewd, Berkshire.โ
You spoke coolly with a scoff as you shook your head at his comment. This just made Enzoโs smirk widenโ he was the prince of shocking the lot with his comments.
โBasta, Berkshire.โ (Enough, Berkshire.)
Theodore Nott intercepted the conversation lowly as he cut a piece of roast with his silverware. Lorenzo just smirked as the conversation diverted to an entirely different and unrelated topic.
As dinner concluded, you were first to stalk off and out of the Great Hall with unwavering poise as the girls followed behind you, leaving the boys at the table as the rest of the hall filed out and headed to their common rooms.
โAnd off she goesโฆdazzling as always. Wouldnโt you agree, Nott?
Mattheo spoke up abruptly as he watched you leaving the Hall with predatory eyes. Theodore let out a scoff. The tension between you and Theodore was absoluteโ no one understood why you two couldnโt get along, though the lot always suspected a hint ofโฆsexual tension between you two, even if it wasnโt spoken of as factโ it was definitely obvious.
โVaffanculo.โ (Go fuck yourself.)
Theodore retorted sharplyโ Mattheo, Lorenzo, and Blaise all shared amused glances.
โTouchy, touchy.โ
Blaise purred out with a grin that flashed his teeth in the golden light of the Great Hall.
The corridors were bustling with students who exited the Great Hall. You, Pansy, and Daphne walked in the direction of the dungeons with an unwavering grace.
In the dim Slytherin common room, the boys sat in their usual claimed seats; Blaise on the leather sofa between Pansy and Mattheo. Lorenzo, sitting in a secluded corner of the room with a book in handโthe words on the pages not being absorbed โwas solemnly there for the โshowโ. And Daphne off with her sister Astoria.
Theodore sat at a study table beside the window as he completed an essay for Charms classโ your notes beside the parchment he worked on. It wasnโt abnormal for him, or anyone else for that matter, to borrow your notes. You excelled highly in your studies, and always let your peers use your notes for their benefit. A couple of minutes of utter silence followed, but was suddenly broken when you descended from the girlsโ dormitories and into the common room.
You gracefully made your way towards Theodoreโyour steps carefully, and poise, as usual.
โI assume you haven't completed your essay, Nott?โ
You spoke calmly as you stood beside him, your eyes watching as his hands gripped the self-inking quill he used to take precise notes. His hand stilled for a momentโ his large and strong grip on the quill tightening a fraction.
โObviously.โ
He spoke in a low, husky tone. His Italian accent hits you with a jolt of heat.
โI didnโt ask for your attitude. Remember, those are my notes, which I donโt have to lend to you.โ
You spoke lowly with a scoff, as you then turned on your heel and made your way over towards the staircase.
โI expect them back tonight, Nott.โ
You spoke over your shoulder with finality as you then ascended the steps.
โStronzaโ (bitch)
Theodore muttered under his breath, his eyes kept firmly on his parchment as he continued his essay. His fingers gripped tightly around the quill, and his knuckles were white from the grip.
โAsshole.โ
You muttered under your own breath as you ascended the steps. As you reached your empty dormitory, you changed into a simple, muted olive-green silk short nightgownโwith a matching sheer robe as a cover-up. You tied your hair up, preparing for bed, and then began massaging your signature scented body oil onto your smooth arms and legs.
As you worked through the muscles of your calf, a low, almost hesitant knock was heard from the oak-wood door.
โYou decent?โ
The familiar Italian accent was even deeper as it carried through the wood. You stood up gracefully and made your way towards the door.
There he stoodโ Theodore Nott. His chocolate colored hair rumpled over his forehead as his eyes sized you up and down, your notes in hand.
โYouโre getting drool on my notes, Nott.โ
You spoke with a small knowing smirk as he snapped back to reality and rolled his beautiful blue irises with a scoff. He then held out your notes towards you.
โTake them before I change my mind and use them for the upcoming exam.โ
He spoke, trying to ease the tension in the air. Theodore watched as your soft, delicate handโ or so heโs imagined countless timesโ came to take the small pile of elegantly scripted notes.
โYou can leave now.โ
You spoke casually as you took a singular step back inside your dormitory. The only light comes from a singular candle beside your four-poster bed. The silk Slytherin-colored sheets and the curtains that hung over the mattress, tied back with a velvet black bow on either side.
โAre you listening? Nott?โ
Your voice, which came out naturally soft and cool, made Theodore take a step forward into your dormitory. He nodded slowly as his eyes roamed your body up and downโ his head tilting ever so slightly. The look in his eyes makes the heat between your thighs grow hotter.
โYou always wear something like that for bed, hm?โ
He asked lowly, his tone dark and filled with noticeable desire. He took an uninvited step into your dormitory, the door behind him shutting as if it felt the tension in the room fill.
โTheodore. Youโre being completely unethical.โ
You spoke softly as you took another step back. He knew exactly what he was doing to youโ every look he gave you was more and more revealing of his intentions.
โForse lo sono.โ (Maybe I am.)
He responded with a low rumble of a chuckle that came deeply from his chest. His hand gently came up to take your chinโ his touch warm and soft as his fingers caressed your jawline.
โNottโฆyouโre touching me.โ
You spoke under your breath as your body involuntarily began to give into his touch. He hummed out deeply as his eyes devoured your lips, followed by his hand that roamed lowerโ wrapping around your throat. His thumb pressing ever so slightly against your pulse pointโnow he definitely had a clear idea of how much you anticipated this touch.
โThis could be utterly disastrousโฆโ
You murmured as you watched his eyes roam down to your silk-covered breastsโ your peaks pebbling under his gaze.
โdisastrosaโฆโ
He repeated your words under his breath in his native language. His grip on your throat was losing its hold as it began to trail lowerโ his finger tips running over your collar bones.
โYour advances are abysmal, Nott.โ
You spoke breathlessly as your head tilted to the sideโ allowing him better access to your naked neck. In that very moment, his lips found their way against the cervical region of your neck.
โIs that so?โ
He spoke softly against your warm and pulsing skin as he kissed gently โ his fingers working their way to drop the sheer robe from off your shoulders and pooling to the ground around your feet. You hummed quietly in agreementโ the clean and neatly organized notes that were in your hand fluttering to the wooden floors of your dormitory and scattering around both of you. Your hands are now free of anything grounding you from making any rational decisions, and now, you are pulling him closer by his soft curls.
โNottโฆโ
Your words were hitched and broken as he nipped slightly against your sensitive skinโ causing a soft hiss to escape between your teeth.
โSรฌ, Principessa. Continua a parlare.โ (Yes, princess. Keep talking.)
He spoke against you as a low rumble escaped him. His unfamiliar words make your body grow hotter, and your knees feel weak. The back of your knees hit the edge of the silk-covered mattress.
โYou have no idea what youโre getting yourself into, Nott.โ
Your words came out in a soft moan as he slowly and gently leaned you back against your mattress.
โMmmโฆโ
He hummed lowly as one hand of his ran up your smooth and sleek legโ pulling it up onto the bed as the other massaged your left breast through the silk of your nightgown. Your other leg followed the first onto the bed as Theodore settled his body over and between your hips. His erection presses firmly against your now sopping core.
โSei cosรฌ bella.โ (You are beautiful.)
Theodoreโs fingers moved from your breast to the thin strap of your nightgownโ pulling the strap lower to expose your shoulder before doing the same to the opposite side. Your hands released the grasp from his curls as they gently brought his face higher from your neck to your lips.
You breathed out as you pulled his lips onto yoursโthe room filled with the sound of your lips perfectly fitting against his. The kiss was nothing but filthyโ sloppy, rough, and with pent-up starvation. A low groan from him vibrated against your lips as he pressed harsher against you.
Theodore arose from the mattressโ his lips still attached to yours as his fingers fumbled over the buttons of his uniform. Theodore groaned in frustration as one of the stray buttons refused to come undone. But you were just as eager as he himselfโ your hands moved from his face down to the fly front of his shirt, hooking your fingers on the half-button tailored shirt. The four remaining perfectly fitted buttons were now scattered around the roomโ flying only Merlin knows where.
This action of yours only made the desire in Theodoreโs eyes grow stronger. His dilated pupils now swallow his blue irises. He pulled away from the kiss momentarily as he looked down at youโ the string of saliva from the kiss was the only thing keeping you two connected. He slipped the remains of the white fabric from his shouldersโleaving his upper body completely bare. As his hands traveled down to work on his belt, your hand halted this action without hesitation.
โIs this okay?โ
He asked in a low whisper as he looked down at you. And judging by the way you looked up at him, it was more than okay. You looked up at him through your eyelashes with an innocent nod.
โMore than.โ
You whispered as you propped yourself up and knelt before him at the edge of the bed. You gently moved his hand from where they planted over his belt buckle, your movements slow as you lowered your head before his clothed erection. You leaned forwardโ your eyes looking up at his doe-like and through your eyelashes. Your lips pressed softly against his lower abdomen before you kissed lower.
Your lips were now met with the cold metal of his belt buckle, your teeth grazing against the leather of his belt as you bit it undone.
โCazzoโ (fuck)
Theodore groaned lowly as he watched from above you. With ease, the leather slipped from the buckle, and then you pulled it through the loops of his trousers. Your fingers gently pulling the button openโ his black trousers now slipping down, leaving him in his fitted boxer shorts that made his erection more pronounced before you.
You feel your mouth instantly water at the sightโ your lips kissing his clothed erection. From above, you heard all sorts of whimpers and hisses from Theodore, his body tensing up from the soft and delicate pressure of your lips.
Your fingers hooked into the waistband of his boxer shortsโ pulling them down slowlyโthe sight and sound of him springing out and hitting the spot where his navel laid was enough to make your eyes roll back. Your tongue tracing a long lick along his vein-covered pink shaftโ Theodore let out a low grumble that came deep from his chest, his hand coming up to hold himself against one of the posts of your bed frame.
โSรฌ, sรฌ. Proprio cosรฌ.โ (Yes, yes. Like that.)
The sounds of his breathless praise gave you more confidence as you flicked your tongue against his frenulumโ this action caused Theodoreโs knees to buckle. After a few teasing licks, you finally took him deeply into your mouthโthe taste uniquely himโ clean, salty, and absolutely delicious.
You quickened your paceโ your throat taking him deeper as his free hand came to tangle itself into your tied back hairโ not to guide nor push deeper, but more so, to ground himself, to remind him that this was real. That you were real.
โDio mioโฆโ (my God)
โYouโre perfect.โ
โYou take me so fucking deepโฆso fucking wellโฆโ
His words jumbled together as your nose pressed against his abdomen. Your mouth was a wet and sopping mess as your hand came up to massage his lonely testicles. His groans and words grew louder as his hips involuntarily buckled forward, going deeper and deeper.
โCristoโฆCi sono quasiโฆโ (ChristโฆIโm almost there)
Theodoreโs hands came to brace himself on your shoulders as a sharp intake of breath entered his lungsโ his warm and bitterโ but oh so delicious taste filled your mouth. You didnโt need to be told twice- or even once to drink him up.
โPerfectโฆyouโre perfectโฆโ
He panted out softly as his knees dropped to the edge of the bed and his hands cradled your faceโ his eyes seeing the water that had formed in your eyes.
โPleaseโฆplease let me have youโฆโ
He pleaded with a pained whisperโ your breathing ragged as you opened your mouth to speak, when suddenly his lips pressed harshly against yours. His hands were now in your hair, as he leaned you back against the cool silk-covered mattress.
โbellissimaโ (beautiful)
His words were a soft murmur against your lips as your hands reached between your bodies to pump his size back to life, which didnโt need much help.
โHave me. Have all of me, Theodore.โ
You whispered as you graciously widened your thighsโ an invitation that made Theodoreโs eyes roll back with triumph. He looked down at you as if you were the best gift he had ever receivedโ if looks could kill, youโd be six feet under.
Your hand that pumped him back to life softly came up to cup his cheekโ his sensitive throbbing tip grazing over the damp thin fabric of your lace panties. His breathing hitched with every soft and electric graze.
โPleaseโฆโ
He panted outโ his eyes squeezed tight as his grasp in your hair tightened in an euphoric and deliciously painful hold.
You, at a complete loss for words, nodded your head gently. Your hands gently and slowly holding his shoulders. When his eyes opened and were met with your gentle nods, he moved one of his hands from your hair to pull the damp lace aside. Before pushing in, he made sure to pull your nightgown upโ revealing your lower body. His eyes practically devouring the way you looked beneath him.
He looked down between your bodiesโ where his tip practically vibrated with need and your core clenching, trying to receive pleasure from anything and nothing in this excruciatingly empty moment. A chokeโ almost sob escaped Theodore as he pressed himself against you, not yet burrowing into you but savoring the moment.
โTheoโฆโ
You spoke breathlessly as you felt the pressure of his thickness push into your tightnessโ a gasp escaped your lips as a wince escaped his. His fingers curling into your hair, whereas the other hand fisted into the silk fabric that clung to your upper body.
His movements start slow and softโ your back arching from up the mattress beneath you.
โCazzoโฆcazzoโฆโ
He panted out as he fought back the urge to take you completely and utterly. After a second of adjusting to the sudden fullness inside of you, his pace began to quickenโthe room filled by the sounds of your meeting, and filthy words.
โCosรฌ strettoโ (so tight)
His voice was a mix between a growl and whimpers that were nothing but music to your ears. Your hands holding onto his shoulders for stability as your legs wrapped around his waistโ pulling him deeper, and deeper.
Your climax was approachingโ you could feel it by the way your stomach was now churning, the soles of your feet burning with heat as his hips snapping forward with every punishing thrust. A soundless moan tore from your vocal cords as your nails dug into the soft skin of his broad shoulders.
A hiss escaped his teeth as the mix of pain and pleasure from your nails made his body shiver completelyโ but what was completely undoing for Theodore was the feeling of the way your core tightened around him like a viceโ milking every last drop of him inside of your warm, wet, and spongy walls.
โHave I succeeded in my advances?โ
He spoke softly after minutes of shared ragged breaths, his broad and husky Italian accent that could easily push you over another climax pulled you from a dazed trance like state as he looked up at you with those dazzling blue eyesโ a faint smug smirk on his lips.
โYouโre a real piece of art, Theodore. Truly.โ
You responded lowly, with a faint grin, that you refusedโbut ultimately gave him, as he then pressed a gentle kiss upon your slick forehead.
Hello my little lambs, I sincerely apologize for the late storyโ but hey, better late than never. I do hope you enjoy my very first smut post, honestly I was putting this off for sometime and proofreading it countless of times for you all. Thus, I do want to thank you all so much for the love on my last story! I truly appreciate it! I hope you all have the most fantastic rest of your week, and if you have any suggestions, and or themes (such as characters, tropes, ect.) Iโd be more than happy to deliver.
Theodore Nott. How does one even describe the absolute god of a man that he is? He was bold, strong, charismatic, magnetic, and undeniably beautifulโ the way his dazzling sleepy blue eyes grazed over the misted quidditch pitch while he flew so swiftly, the way his chocolate brown waves lightly brushed over his forehead as he focused intently during Potions class, his broad shoulders that made his slender, but, strong frame intimidating yet, so alluring, and the beauty mark that was almost perfectly placed just above his cheekโ like a soft angelโs kiss. That man had it all. Though you knew deep downโฆthat he would never notice you.
Now, donโt get me wrong you were absolutely beautifulโ stunning even. But you were a Hufflepuffโ quiet, sweet, and shy. You couldnโt deny the infatuation that you had for Theodore, though you would never let it physically slip from your lipsโ especially to your friends: Astoria Greengrass, Luna Lovegood, and Hannah Abbott. It wasnโt because of the fear of being judged, but the rational and honest opinions they would likely bombard you with, but not Luna; she would most likely be the mediator.
Theodore Nott didnโt have the mostโฆsaint-like reputation. There have of course been rumors about him and the group of Slytherins he surrounded himself with; that they were womanizers, disloyal, and most of all, heartbreakers. But you saw past that when you looked at Theodore, and although you didnโt know him well- or should I say, at all, there mustโve been a reason for these rampant rumorsโฆbecause thatโs all they were to you; rumors.
It was the first day of spring; the sun beamed down and over the black lake as you laid on a gold and black plaided quilt with a muggle romance novel in handโ your hair gently pressed against the cloth covered soft grass, your Hufflepuff robes discarded on the side of the quilt, and your skirt ever so slightly hitched up your thighs. You were completely and utterly engrossed by the words you so eagerly read. As the climax of the delicate story approached and your bottom lip was just slightly tucked between your teethโ a deep and penetrating clearing of a throat cut through the singing of the castle ground birds and completely pulled you from your trance.
โMi scusiโ (excuse me)
The deep and thickened Italian accent made your stomach instantly flutter. You swallowed harshly as you slowly lowered your bookโ your eyes meeting those blue ones that you fantasized about thousands of times.
โYes?โ
You asked softly and lowly as you slowly shut your book over your thumb to keep your placeโ but to give him your full attention, before slowly sitting up and your book entirely forgotten as you held it over your lap. His eyes were now the only thing that you could think aboutโ and not some bloody muggle romance story.
He noticed the way you looked at himโ I mean of course he did. He was more than just a beautiful face, he was intelligent, and he knew how to read a person extremely well. His soft baby pink lips curved into a soft smile.
โI donโt mean toโฆdisturb you.โ
He spoke softly, but no matter how soft he spoke his deep and melodic accent made your entire body weak.
โN-noโฆyouโre not disturbing.โ
โStuttering. Charming, truly.โ You thought to yourself, as you mentally face palmed yourself. His smile widened a fraction, before he ran his well cared after hand through those brown waves that you loved ever so much.
โBene.โ (Good.)
He responded smoothly. Your eyes nervously drifting past him as you felt a hint of awkwardness overcome you. โWhy is he talking to me?โ You kept thinking to yourself.
โI donโt think Iโve ever heard of that book before.โ
He then spoke smoothly as he slowly bent down to examine the book that rested on your thighs.
โOhโฆitโs some muggle romance novel.โ
You responded as your own eyes looked down at the book. He gave you anotherโ almost knee buckling smile as he held his hand out. He wanted a closer look. You hesitantly handed the book overโ I mean how could you possibly deny anything from this man? He wasโฆother worldly.
He let out a soft breath of a chuckle as he read the blurb on the back of the hardcover book. It wasnโt particularly an erotic storyโ though it was intimate. You watched as his strong, veiny, hands gripped the book, and his fingers slowly glided over the opening of the book. He lightly tapped the tip of his index finger against his tongue before flipping through the pagesโ he stopped this motion closer to the end of the book as his eyes scanned the text. Another one of those soft breaths escaped his nose. You couldnโt help but feel extremely vulnerable in this momentโ your life long crush was reading a book that someone from this magical world most likely had never read.
โYou read this?โ
He asked slowly as he finally diverted his blue hues back onto you. You slowly nodded your head with a simple hum of agreement that escaped your throat.
โItโsโฆdifferent.โ
He responded with an uncharacteristic soft smile. You could physically feel yourself grow hotterโ embarrassed, or perhaps just being flustered. There wasnโt anything to be embarrassed by, and you knew it, though you couldnโt help it. Especially when you were face to face with a smiling Theodore Nott. You were at a complete loss for wordsโ I mean how does one truly respond to that?
โRead to me?โ
He spoke abruptlyโ and now suddenly you were pulled out of your own gear wrecked mind.
โW-what?โ
You responded as his smile only grew widerโ his teeth flashing in the sunlight. That fucking imperfectly perfect smile.
โIf you donโt mind? Iโd like to hear you read.โ
He responded as he handed the book back to you and invited himself down onto the quilt beside you. You watched him get comfortable as he leaned back and interlocked his fingers behind his headโ waiting.
โOhโฆum. Very well.โ
You spoke quietly and nervously as you shuffled beside him, your legs laying beside you as you fumbled to open the book. โI look a bloody messโ you thought to yourself as you held open the book, peering over at him through your eyelashes. The sight of him looking so utterly relaxed before you whilst he watched your nervousness made you take a quiet deep breath.
โSto ascoltando.โ (Iโm listening)
He spoke as he smiled up at you. โWhatever you say, handsomeโ you thought to yourself as you then faintly smiled and finallyโ by the grace of Merlin, you began to feel calm as you read to him softly, the feeling of his presence as he listened with genuine interest.
Hi my lovelies! I hope youโve all enjoyed this first short story. I wanted you all to have a little taste of what kind of writing style I have to offer! Please let me know if you have any requests, and or suggestions for me. (I am open to all kinds of suggestions!) Hope you all enjoy and have a fantastic week.
P.S. I do have smut coming soon if any of you are interested, donโt fret my little lambs. ;)
