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
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.
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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