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— vivi, 19, aries.
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ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴀʟᴏ — ( 𝟽 ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇs)
Pairing: bsf!Tom Riddle x Reader
Summary: when two best friends are locked in a closet and something unexpected happens between them.
Warnings & Tags: Tom Riddle, Mature Content, F!ngering, Bestfriend Tom Riddle, Tom Riddle x Reader, Tom Riddle x you, Tom Riddle bsf, Halloween party
Word count: 1,2K
Notes: DOLLIESSS IM SO SORRY FOR LATE HALLOWEEN POST :(( also guess who was an angel for Halloween?🤭 this is my second fic so feel free to leave your opinions and I hope I wrote goodd, I love youu guys so much
Stupid party.
It is a damn stupid party.
The common room reeks of spilled alcohol and drugs, people making out in their stupid costumes. You are slumped in the corner, watching the mess, in your angel costume waiting for your best friend who is probably also snogging someone.
You lazily take another drink sighing.
"Bored already, Angel?" A husky voice mutters, the tone low and unamused. You glance in the direction which the voice comes. And there he is — grinning like a smug bastard still looking devilishly handsome. Head adorned with red glowing horns. "Took you long enough Riddle?" You say narrowing your eyes, the irritation in your voice clearly visible. He chuckles, before walking over and settling down on the couch beside you. Wrapping an arm around your shoulders pulling you closer.
"Miss me?" To which you scoff and mutter, "Of course, when you practically abandoned me at this party." Tom only grins wider, the corner of his mouth curling. "Abandoned? I am making sure the party is worth staying at," he replies, eyes shimmering as they meet yours. You roll your eyes at him before saying "Checking what? That who you can make out with huh?"
He only chuckles at that. What a prick.
"C'mon, let's go see what those idiots are up to before you start judging me to death," He says before looking toward your group of friends, who sit in a circle laughing like maniacs, probably playing some games. You sigh before replying "Fine but you promise you won't get into trouble?" He smirks "No promises my dear."
Before you can roll your eyes again, he already leads you toward the group. As you guys reach there, your friends look up at you guys with stupid grins — heavily drunk. The two of you take the empty spots across from each other on the floor. That's when you notice the bottle sitting in the middle of the circle,
“What are you guys playing?” You ask Pansy who sits right beside you. "Oh! We're playing seven minutes in heaven."
Your brows shoot up. "You've got to be kidding me." Tom's grin widens from across the circle. "What's wrong, Angel? Scared of a little game?" You snap back, "In your dreams, honey."
Before he can respond, someone shouts, "Alright, next spin!" and Blaise leans forward, giving the bottle a hard twist. The bottle spins fast before gradually slowing down and finally stopping. As it stops, you freeze. It lands on you and Tom Riddle.
"What the heck—" Pansy cuts you off as she practically shoved you inside that closet. Now it is locked, you are stuck inside with him in this small closet.
The small space feels even tighter as your angel wings bump against the walls of the closet and his glowing red horns being the only source of light in the dark room. The silence is thick, you both can hear your own heartbeats. Tom doesn't move away instead he leans closer before whispering in a low voice,
“Relax." He says your name "I don't bite until asked nicely." Your breath hitches but you still manage to make a snarky remark "Good thing no one's asking then."
He tilted his head, eyes gleaming faintly in the dim light. “Maybe you should.”
You both go quiet again, the silence falling again. The seconds passed, and you could feel him watching you — it felt like he was staring into your soul. Out of nowhere his hand comes up brushing a loose strand of your hair before muttering lowly “Funny, you say you can’t stand me, yet here you are.” Your heart skipped a beat. Before you glared at him and muttered trying to keep your voice steady. “It’s not like I want this..”
A small smirk curved his lips. “Sure, Angel. Keep telling yourself that.”
The space between you felt smaller and smaller with the passing seconds. His gaze shifts to your lips then back to your eyes. But something in his look has changed his gaze is hungry, desperate and conflicted..?
His voice was heavy and raspy from need almost as if he was controlling himself when
he finally spoke again. “Tell me to stop and I will.”
You didn’t, you couldn’t.
When you didn’t respond he took it as a sign and his one hand moves to the nape of your neck and the other grips your jaw before pulling you in a rough and sloppy kiss. His hand tangling in your hair, the force of it making your wings hit the wall. He devours you like a man starved for days, groaning against your mouth before mumbling. “God.. This feels even better than I imagined.”
Imagined. He has thought about kissing you before? Just the thought of it makes your heart skip a beat. He pulls away just for a moment to look at you as you both are breathing heavily, you feel his head dipping low leaving red marks all over your neck. When you tried speaking you couldn’t form words — low grunts and moans filled the space. He kept kissing your neck meanwhile one of his knees slips between your thighs parting them, “Okay?” he whispers, his breath ghosting over your cheek as he leans in, pressing a soft kiss to the shell of your ear.
Only when you nod, his hand moves under your dress teasing under the thin material of your panties, brushing over your clit as he slides between your folds. You whimpered at the sensation — he breathlessly questioned. “You like that baby?” His voice was a whisper against your skin, you just nod tangling your fingers in his hair grounding yourself. His other hand finds your breast, fingers teasing your hardened peak through the fabric of your dress. You bury your head in his shoulder trembling with need.
“Need you to- oh—“
“This?” He drawls, his thumb finally finding your puffy clit, teasingly swiping over the sensitive bud. It isn’t enough—it’s too light, too slow, your body writhing for more. He groans, the pad of his thumb rubbing tight circles on your swollen bud, You gasp as two of his fingers push into your wet entrance, and his thumb is still massaging your bud in slow circular motion. You squeeze him tight as his fingers hit the perfect spot inside your tight cunt again and again — your vision blurred, mind hazy.
The atmosphere is so ecstatic.
He can feel you are close, your walls clenching around his digits as he thrusts faster. You can feel the tight knot in your stomach growing tighter and tighter.
“Tom— I am going to—“
And before you know it, it overtakes you, crushing you. Your body convulses around him, thighs trembling, eyes rolling back as you tumble over the edge. Tom works you through your orgasm expertly, only when you whimper in overstimulation he slowly withdraw his soaked fingers from your cunt, accompanied by a low groan, taking in how you look — disheveled and a mess, a beautiful mess “My angel, so beautiful and all mine.” leaning his forehead against yours kissing the tip of your nose and then you realize,
These were the best seven minutes of your life.
ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴀʟᴏ — ( 𝟽 ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇs)
Pairing: bsf!Tom Riddle x Reader
Summary: when two best friends are locked in a closet and something unexpected happens between them.
Warnings & Tags: Tom Riddle, Mature Content, F!ngering, Bestfriend Tom Riddle, Tom Riddle x Reader, Tom Riddle x you, Tom Riddle bsf, Halloween party
Word count: 1,2K
Notes: DOLLIESSS IM SO SORRY FOR LATE HALLOWEEN POST :(( also guess who was an angel for Halloween?🤭 this is my second fic so feel free to leave your opinions and I hope I wrote goodd, I love youu guys so much
Stupid party.
It is a damn stupid party.
The common room reeks of spilled alcohol and drugs, people making out in their stupid costumes. You are slumped in the corner, watching the mess, in your angel costume waiting for your best friend who is probably also snogging someone.
You lazily take another drink sighing.
"Bored already, Angel?" A husky voice mutters, the tone low and unamused. You glance in the direction which the voice comes. And there he is — grinning like a smug bastard still looking devilishly handsome. Head adorned with red glowing horns. "Took you long enough Riddle?" You say narrowing your eyes, the irritation in your voice clearly visible. He chuckles, before walking over and settling down on the couch beside you. Wrapping an arm around your shoulders pulling you closer.
"Miss me?" To which you scoff and mutter, "Of course, when you practically abandoned me at this party." Tom only grins wider, the corner of his mouth curling. "Abandoned? I am making sure the party is worth staying at," he replies, eyes shimmering as they meet yours. You roll your eyes at him before saying "Checking what? That who you can make out with huh?"
He only chuckles at that. What a prick.
"C'mon, let's go see what those idiots are up to before you start judging me to death," He says before looking toward your group of friends, who sit in a circle laughing like maniacs, probably playing some games. You sigh before replying "Fine but you promise you won't get into trouble?" He smirks "No promises my dear."
Before you can roll your eyes again, he already leads you toward the group. As you guys reach there, your friends look up at you guys with stupid grins — heavily drunk. The two of you take the empty spots across from each other on the floor. That's when you notice the bottle sitting in the middle of the circle,
“What are you guys playing?” You ask Pansy who sits right beside you. "Oh! We're playing seven minutes in heaven."
Your brows shoot up. "You've got to be kidding me." Tom's grin widens from across the circle. "What's wrong, Angel? Scared of a little game?" You snap back, "In your dreams, honey."
Before he can respond, someone shouts, "Alright, next spin!" and Blaise leans forward, giving the bottle a hard twist. The bottle spins fast before gradually slowing down and finally stopping. As it stops, you freeze. It lands on you and Tom Riddle.
"What the heck—" Pansy cuts you off as she practically shoved you inside that closet. Now it is locked, you are stuck inside with him in this small closet.
The small space feels even tighter as your angel wings bump against the walls of the closet and his glowing red horns being the only source of light in the dark room. The silence is thick, you both can hear your own heartbeats. Tom doesn't move away instead he leans closer before whispering in a low voice,
“Relax." He says your name "I don't bite until asked nicely." Your breath hitches but you still manage to make a snarky remark "Good thing no one's asking then."
He tilted his head, eyes gleaming faintly in the dim light. “Maybe you should.”
You both go quiet again, the silence falling again. The seconds passed, and you could feel him watching you — it felt like he was staring into your soul. Out of nowhere his hand comes up brushing a loose strand of your hair before muttering lowly “Funny, you say you can’t stand me, yet here you are.” Your heart skipped a beat. Before you glared at him and muttered trying to keep your voice steady. “It’s not like I want this..”
A small smirk curved his lips. “Sure, Angel. Keep telling yourself that.”
The space between you felt smaller and smaller with the passing seconds. His gaze shifts to your lips then back to your eyes. But something in his look has changed his gaze is hungry, desperate and conflicted..?
His voice was heavy and raspy from need almost as if he was controlling himself when
he finally spoke again. “Tell me to stop and I will.”
You didn’t, you couldn’t.
When you didn’t respond he took it as a sign and his one hand moves to the nape of your neck and the other grips your jaw before pulling you in a rough and sloppy kiss. His hand tangling in your hair, the force of it making your wings hit the wall. He devours you like a man starved for days, groaning against your mouth before mumbling. “God.. This feels even better than I imagined.”
Imagined. He has thought about kissing you before? Just the thought of it makes your heart skip a beat. He pulls away just for a moment to look at you as you both are breathing heavily, you feel his head dipping low leaving red marks all over your neck. When you tried speaking you couldn’t form words — low grunts and moans filled the space. He kept kissing your neck meanwhile one of his knees slips between your thighs parting them, “Okay?” he whispers, his breath ghosting over your cheek as he leans in, pressing a soft kiss to the shell of your ear.
Only when you nod, his hand moves under your dress teasing under the thin material of your panties, brushing over your clit as he slides between your folds. You whimpered at the sensation — he breathlessly questioned. “You like that baby?” His voice was a whisper against your skin, you just nod tangling your fingers in his hair grounding yourself. His other hand finds your breast, fingers teasing your hardened peak through the fabric of your dress. You bury your head in his shoulder trembling with need.
“Need you to- oh—“
“This?” He drawls, his thumb finally finding your puffy clit, teasingly swiping over the sensitive bud. It isn’t enough—it’s too light, too slow, your body writhing for more. He groans, the pad of his thumb rubbing tight circles on your swollen bud, You gasp as two of his fingers push into your wet entrance, and his thumb is still massaging your bud in slow circular motion. You squeeze him tight as his fingers hit the perfect spot inside your tight cunt again and again — your vision blurred, mind hazy.
The atmosphere is so ecstatic.
He can feel you are close, your walls clenching around his digits as he thrusts faster. You can feel the tight knot in your stomach growing tighter and tighter.
“Tom— I am going to—“
And before you know it, it overtakes you, crushing you. Your body convulses around him, thighs trembling, eyes rolling back as you tumble over the edge. Tom works you through your orgasm expertly, only when you whimper in overstimulation he slowly withdraw his soaked fingers from your cunt, accompanied by a low groan, taking in how you look — disheveled and a mess, a beautiful mess “My angel, so beautiful and all mine.” leaning his forehead against yours kissing the tip of your nose and then you realize,
These were the best seven minutes of your life.
ᴛʜᴇ sʟʏᴛʜᴇʀɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪs sᴜɴsʜɪɴᴇ
Pairing: Theodore Nott x hufflepuff!reader
Summary: an unexpected spark between rivals turns into something far softer than either of you expected. from banter to bruises to a quiet confession under candlelight — you learn that even the coldest hearts can burn warm.
Warnings & Tags: fluff, tension, protective!theo, jealousy, comfort, soft confession, slight language, italian!theo, theodore nott, theodore nott x reader
Word count: 1,3k
Notes: this is my first ever fic i hope i did goodd so feel absolutely free to leave any suggestions to make my fics even better my dollies 🥰
You and Theodore have been the complete opposite of each other. Since your very first year at Hogwarts, he’s never missed a single chance to get on your nerves. From your houses to your habits, everything about you both seems to clash — and yet, somehow, that’s what makes it impossible to stay away. He is cocky, rude, arrogant — basically insufferable. Whereas, you are the sunshine: kind, honest, genuine, and empathetic. Both of you are top of your classes, both prefects — rivals, perhaps. But maybe something else, too.
Today’s Potions class had been cursed from the start — mostly because Professor Snape decided to pair you with Theodore Nott. You already knew that it’s gonna be a long lecture as Snape mentioned your name and his name.
You watched him walk over to you with that lazy smirk on his face. “Guess you’re stuck with me, Tesoro,” he said, voice low and teasing. “Lucky me,” you muttered, not even looking up. “Let’s get it over with quickly.” He says as he starts collecting the material.
As you worked together, the usual bickering somehow faded into quiet focus. His teasing comments came softer now, less sharp, almost like he forgot to be annoying. After some time when you leaned in to inspect the potion your sleeve catches a spark just for a second but you’re pulled back by a strong arm immediately, your head snaps back in surprise. It’s Theo. His arm still rests around you, fingers tight for a moment longer than needed. For once, he doesn’t look smug — he looks almost… worried.
“Careful principessa” he murmurs, voice barely above a whisper. You blink and nod slowly as your heart stumbles over itself. His hand drops away, and the air between you feels heavy with something unnamed.
By evening, the warmth of the classroom had faded into the golden hush of the Great Hall. Candles floated lazily overhead, you sat with your friends, half focused on the conversation, half distracted by the memory of his hand pulling you close.
Suddenly you’re snapped out of your thoughts when someone calls out your name, when you look in that direction you see Cedric Diggory, your housemate. You weren’t particularly close, but friendly enough to exchange smiles in the corridors, you found it a little weird but brushed it off. Cedric’s voice is light and cheerful as he slides onto the bench beside you.
“Didn’t expect to see you spacing out in the middle of dinner.” You blink, startled for a second before smiling. “Oh— yeah, just… tired. Long day.”
He chuckles. “Bet you’ve been overachieving again. Always so focused.” His tone is teasing, but his gaze lingers for too long. You giggled softly. “Maybee. Someone has to make Hufflepuff proud.”
“Trust me, you’re doing a great job of that already,” he says smoothly, his hand brushing against your bare knee as he makes it look like an accident.
You stiffen for half a second it’s small, maybe accidental. But then it happens again, more deliberate this time, his fingers grazing your skin. But before you can react, another gaze has already found you. Across the hall, Theodore Nott watches with his jaw tight from his table, The muscle in his cheek ticks.
“So,” he says, leaning in just a little, “no plans for the next Hogsmeade weekend yet?”
You blink, caught off guard and answer awkwardly. “Uh no, not really thinking about it.”
He grins. “You should come with me then. I promise I will take good care of you.”
You force a small smile, your voice quieter. “—I don’t know, Cedric…”
“Oh, come on,” he says, but the tone is more insistent now. “It’ll be fun. Besides—” his eyes flicker down briefly “—we could also have some fun afterwards you know..”
That makes your breath hitch, not in a good way. You shift slightly, trying to create space, your heart beating a little faster from discomfort.
That’s all it takes.
Theo’s chair scrapes back sharply against the marble floor. The entire Great Hall seems to be quiet as he storms toward the Hufflepuff table, his strides long and deliberate. In one swift motion, he grabs Cedric by the collar, his voice low but seething.
“Didn’t anyone ever teach you how to keep your hands to yourself?”
The chatter dies completely. All eyes are on them — on you — as Theo stands there, protective fury burning in his expression.
“What the hell, mate—” Cedric starts, but he doesn’t get to finish. Theo’s shove sends him stumbling back, eyes flashing with fury. “Keep your hands off what’s fucking mine” Before anyone can process what’s happening, Theo’s fist slams into Cedric’s jaw, the crack echoing through the Great Hall. Gasps ripple instantly as Cedric stumbles back, then lunges forward, grabbing Theo by the collar. Students gasp, benches screech and professors rush to separate them. When they are finally pulled away, they are both gasping for air and bruised.
The sight of Theo makes you freeze. He looks wild, angry, furious. “Hospital wing. Now,” McGonagall says sharply, her tone leaving no room for argument.
Theo doesn’t say anything just throws a sharp glare toward Cedric before turning away towards the heavy oak doors. As both of them are escorted away you sit there feeling heavy the murmurs about the fight fading in the background all you can think about is Theo’s face — how he looked so furious, protective and hurt.
You shouldn’t think about it much but you can’t help it and before you know your feet are carrying themselves towards the infirmary through the dim corridors. When you reach the infirmary you stare at the door for a minute before wrapping your trembling fingers around the door handle, pulling the door open and it lets out a creak which draws the attention of Madam Pomfrey and those ocean blue eyes.
You quietly ask Madam “Can I come in? Please?” To which she sweetly and gently replies, “Of course my dear!” When you step in your heart thuds faster, as your gaze falls upon him. You walk towards him the sound of your footsteps being the only sound in the room. Sitting down beside him, the mattress dips with your weight.
For a moment you just stare at him taking in all the bruises spread on his jaw, cheeks, the split lip and blood smudges. Somehow he still looks so breathtaking in this moment of vulnerability too.
The silence hangs in until you finally decide to break it.
“Why did you do it.. for me..? I thought you didn’t like me..” you mutter, hesitating to meet his eyes.
“Because he shouldn’t have touched you.. No one can..” he muttered “because you’re mine tesoro..” his voice dropping low and gentle protective.
The silence falls in again, heavy and before either of you can process you’re leaning in closing the little remaining distance and his mouth finds yours, his mouth hot and desperate against yours. The kiss is full of feeling, longing and protectiveness, his one hand slips to the back of your head tangling in your hair and the other to your waist pulling you impossibly closer.
When you both pull back panting softly, the world feels hushed — like even the air is afraid to break the moment. His forehead rests against yours, breaths mingling in the small space between. There’s a glimmer in his ocean blue eyes, something raw and unspoken.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he murmurs, voice low and raw with honesty.
Your heart stumbles a little, warmth blooming in your chest as your fingers brush his softly — hesitant, but sure.
“Is this like a confession?..” you whisper with a tiny chuckle, cheeks still heated.
“Consider it as one..” he says back with pure affection.
You both can’t help but smile as you both snuggle closer and he plants tiny kisses all over your face — cheeks, nose, and your forehead.
“I love you Bambina, my sunshine..” he whispered against your skin and for the first time, the world feels entirely still, just you and him, wrapped in something tender and pure.
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ᴛʜᴇ sʟʏᴛʜᴇʀɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪs sᴜɴsʜɪɴᴇ
Pairing: Theodore Nott x hufflepuff!reader
Summary: an unexpected spark between rivals turns into something far softer than either of you expected. from banter to bruises to a quiet confession under candlelight — you learn that even the coldest hearts can burn warm.
Warnings & Tags: fluff, tension, protective!theo, jealousy, comfort, soft confession, slight language, italian!theo, theodore nott, theodore nott x reader
Word count: 1,3k
Notes: this is my first ever fic i hope i did goodd so feel absolutely free to leave any suggestions to make my fics even better my dollies 🥰
You and Theodore have been the complete opposite of each other. Since your very first year at Hogwarts, he’s never missed a single chance to get on your nerves. From your houses to your habits, everything about you both seems to clash — and yet, somehow, that’s what makes it impossible to stay away. He is cocky, rude, arrogant — basically insufferable. Whereas, you are the sunshine: kind, honest, genuine, and empathetic. Both of you are top of your classes, both prefects — rivals, perhaps. But maybe something else, too.
Today’s Potions class had been cursed from the start — mostly because Professor Snape decided to pair you with Theodore Nott. You already knew that it’s gonna be a long lecture as Snape mentioned your name and his name.
You watched him walk over to you with that lazy smirk on his face. “Guess you’re stuck with me, Tesoro,” he said, voice low and teasing. “Lucky me,” you muttered, not even looking up. “Let’s get it over with quickly.” He says as he starts collecting the material.
As you worked together, the usual bickering somehow faded into quiet focus. His teasing comments came softer now, less sharp, almost like he forgot to be annoying. After some time when you leaned in to inspect the potion your sleeve catches a spark just for a second but you’re pulled back by a strong arm immediately, your head snaps back in surprise. It’s Theo. His arm still rests around you, fingers tight for a moment longer than needed. For once, he doesn’t look smug — he looks almost… worried.
“Careful principessa” he murmurs, voice barely above a whisper. You blink and nod slowly as your heart stumbles over itself. His hand drops away, and the air between you feels heavy with something unnamed.
By evening, the warmth of the classroom had faded into the golden hush of the Great Hall. Candles floated lazily overhead, you sat with your friends, half focused on the conversation, half distracted by the memory of his hand pulling you close.
Suddenly you’re snapped out of your thoughts when someone calls out your name, when you look in that direction you see Cedric Diggory, your housemate. You weren’t particularly close, but friendly enough to exchange smiles in the corridors, you found it a little weird but brushed it off. Cedric’s voice is light and cheerful as he slides onto the bench beside you.
“Didn’t expect to see you spacing out in the middle of dinner.” You blink, startled for a second before smiling. “Oh— yeah, just… tired. Long day.”
He chuckles. “Bet you’ve been overachieving again. Always so focused.” His tone is teasing, but his gaze lingers for too long. You giggled softly. “Maybee. Someone has to make Hufflepuff proud.”
“Trust me, you’re doing a great job of that already,” he says smoothly, his hand brushing against your bare knee as he makes it look like an accident.
You stiffen for half a second it’s small, maybe accidental. But then it happens again, more deliberate this time, his fingers grazing your skin. But before you can react, another gaze has already found you. Across the hall, Theodore Nott watches with his jaw tight from his table, The muscle in his cheek ticks.
“So,” he says, leaning in just a little, “no plans for the next Hogsmeade weekend yet?”
You blink, caught off guard and answer awkwardly. “Uh no, not really thinking about it.”
He grins. “You should come with me then. I promise I will take good care of you.”
You force a small smile, your voice quieter. “—I don’t know, Cedric…”
“Oh, come on,” he says, but the tone is more insistent now. “It’ll be fun. Besides—” his eyes flicker down briefly “—we could also have some fun afterwards you know..”
That makes your breath hitch, not in a good way. You shift slightly, trying to create space, your heart beating a little faster from discomfort.
That’s all it takes.
Theo’s chair scrapes back sharply against the marble floor. The entire Great Hall seems to be quiet as he storms toward the Hufflepuff table, his strides long and deliberate. In one swift motion, he grabs Cedric by the collar, his voice low but seething.
“Didn’t anyone ever teach you how to keep your hands to yourself?”
The chatter dies completely. All eyes are on them — on you — as Theo stands there, protective fury burning in his expression.
“What the hell, mate—” Cedric starts, but he doesn’t get to finish. Theo’s shove sends him stumbling back, eyes flashing with fury. “Keep your hands off what’s fucking mine” Before anyone can process what’s happening, Theo’s fist slams into Cedric’s jaw, the crack echoing through the Great Hall. Gasps ripple instantly as Cedric stumbles back, then lunges forward, grabbing Theo by the collar. Students gasp, benches screech and professors rush to separate them. When they are finally pulled away, they are both gasping for air and bruised.
The sight of Theo makes you freeze. He looks wild, angry, furious. “Hospital wing. Now,” McGonagall says sharply, her tone leaving no room for argument.
Theo doesn’t say anything just throws a sharp glare toward Cedric before turning away towards the heavy oak doors. As both of them are escorted away you sit there feeling heavy the murmurs about the fight fading in the background all you can think about is Theo’s face — how he looked so furious, protective and hurt.
You shouldn’t think about it much but you can’t help it and before you know your feet are carrying themselves towards the infirmary through the dim corridors. When you reach the infirmary you stare at the door for a minute before wrapping your trembling fingers around the door handle, pulling the door open and it lets out a creak which draws the attention of Madam Pomfrey and those ocean blue eyes.
You quietly ask Madam “Can I come in? Please?” To which she sweetly and gently replies, “Of course my dear!” When you step in your heart thuds faster, as your gaze falls upon him. You walk towards him the sound of your footsteps being the only sound in the room. Sitting down beside him, the mattress dips with your weight.
For a moment you just stare at him taking in all the bruises spread on his jaw, cheeks, the split lip and blood smudges. Somehow he still looks so breathtaking in this moment of vulnerability too.
The silence hangs in until you finally decide to break it.
“Why did you do it.. for me..? I thought you didn’t like me..” you mutter, hesitating to meet his eyes.
“Because he shouldn’t have touched you.. No one can..” he muttered “because you’re mine tesoro..” his voice dropping low and gentle protective.
The silence falls in again, heavy and before either of you can process you’re leaning in closing the little remaining distance and his mouth finds yours, his mouth hot and desperate against yours. The kiss is full of feeling, longing and protectiveness, his one hand slips to the back of your head tangling in your hair and the other to your waist pulling you impossibly closer.
When you both pull back panting softly, the world feels hushed — like even the air is afraid to break the moment. His forehead rests against yours, breaths mingling in the small space between. There’s a glimmer in his ocean blue eyes, something raw and unspoken.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he murmurs, voice low and raw with honesty.
Your heart stumbles a little, warmth blooming in your chest as your fingers brush his softly — hesitant, but sure.
“Is this like a confession?..” you whisper with a tiny chuckle, cheeks still heated.
“Consider it as one..” he says back with pure affection.
You both can’t help but smile as you both snuggle closer and he plants tiny kisses all over your face — cheeks, nose, and your forehead.
“I love you Bambina, my sunshine..” he whispered against your skin and for the first time, the world feels entirely still, just you and him, wrapped in something tender and pure.
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✿ about me.
im vivienne you can call me vivi’
march 22 ☁︎ aries ☁︎ the quiet kind of dramatic.
i find beauty in lazy mornings, rain-drenched windows, and soft chaos.
usually caught between comfort and curiosity — dreaming a little too much for my own good.
lover of all things pink, pretty, and a little bit tragic and of course Tom Riddle.
tangled in the wizarding world — writing for mostly the slytherin boys ♡
writing feels like a way to turn feelings into something prettier.
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