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[heybastardcore]

Theodore: I mean yeah I hate my life but then I think of my beautiful boyfriend Blaise and it all gets better

Harry: aw that’s so sweet.

Draco: I think I’m gonna puke.

[heybastardcore]

Blaise: wait, what did you think when you first saw me?

Theo: "oh a new boy. He looks cute." And then I was scared to talk to you for a few weeks until Draco introduced us.

[ohthatbunnygirl]

You Run, I Run

“Ow!” Theo groaned, blinking awake into the dark.

“Get on your side.” An angry voice whispered beside him, and Theo recoiled away in fear. Painfully banging his head on the top of his bunk with a loud thunk before he recognized the slim boy crouching beside his bed.

“W-What Blaise?”

“I said to get on your side Theo. You’re snoring up a snot storm.”

Mouthing dropping in shock he snarled, “I most certainly am not!”

“Malfoy,” Blaise sighed, looking over his shoulder towards Draco’s bed. “Was he, or was he not, roaring as loud as a Hungarian Horntail in heat?”

“I feared for my life.” Draco grumbled mid-yawn. “You were dragoning all over the place.”

“That’s not even a word!” Theo hissed defensively.

“Oh don’t get all fancy dictionary on me. It’s three in the bloody morning, I’ve barely slept-”

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[ohthatbunnygirl]

You Run, I Run

Though often overlooked, Theo and Blaise didn’t mind keeping away from attention. Leaving the glory for others, and shielding their allegiances until the war drums beat too loudly to ignore.

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“What about Crabbe?” Blaise asked.

“Crabbe’s serving detention with Professor McGonagall.”

Pausing from tugging off his tie, Blaise’s lip curled. “And what did he do to deserve that?”

“Nothing, but the lion tamer might have suspected he pushed Susan Bones into the lake.”

Blaise arched a brow. “And why might she have thought that? Didn’t he?”

“No,” Theo grinned. “He actually didn’t, but McGonagall might have thought he did when I might have hit the girl in the back of the knees with a stinging hex whenever Crabbe walked by.”

“Hmm, there were a lot of mights in that sentence.“

“Yes, well if I gave a straight answer I wouldn’t be much of a Slytherin now would I?” Theo wiggled his brows.

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[ohthatbunnygirl]

You Run, I Run.

The rest of the first week at Hogwarts passed by in a hazy blur.

Before Theo knew it there were essays to write, Gryffindors to leer at, and a whole bunch of spells to fail spectacularly awful at. After all he’d read, the smart boy had figured he’d ace his classes, but apparently theory was one thing, and doing another. For some unknown reason Charms proved especially difficult that day, and his brow creased in frustration while staring down at his new worst nemesis.

“Wingardium leviosa”

Ugh, why is my feather snuggling up to my finger instead of floating in the air?

“Wingardium leviOHsa”

Oh, sure now you hover while everyone’s looking away. Fluffy bastard.

Thankfully between Blaise, Draco, and Theo questions in class were generally answered respectably enough to keep the good name of Salazar Slytherin from going down in flames. That’s possibly why the professor didn’t appear especially grieved over Theo’s lack of feather finesse this time around, but there was also no denying who easily lead the way for most answered questions in one week. The insufferably enthusiastic Hermione Granger, currently floating her feather up in the air without even breaking a sweat.

“Wingardium leviOHsa”

Watching the bushy-haired witch succeed Theo’s nose scrunched up in irritation. She made it look so easy that he flooded full of insecurity, but fortunately his failure immediately softened thanks to Weasley’s stink face. Clearly the witch ticked off Little Muggle Gingerhead too, and Theo grinned victoriously until Crabbe looked over. Gesturing at Granger while mumbling,

“Show off.”

“Yeah, she’s something else.” Theo whispered back.

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[ohthatbunnygirl]

YOU RUN, I RUN

“I’m not sending one letter if you forget to send me the new trainers coming out next week!”

“Mind yourself Blaise.” the gorgeous witch called back warily, shaking her head as the dark-skinned boy laughed. Actual mischief, and a streak of the devil lighting up in his exotic slanting eyes as he disappeared inside the train.

It was only the briefest moment.

An infinitesimally tiny blip in the history of the world, but Theodore froze in place.

Watching with parted lips, and trying desperately to catalogue everything good about the moment he spotted the boy so unlike the others. Cocky and gangly he should have immediately rubbed Theodore the wrong way, but he didn’t. Not even when everything about his mannerisms read too loud, brash, and showy, and he didn’t appear at all like a person his father might consider the right friend.

I’m going to know that boy.

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[ohthatbunnygirl]

You Run, I Run

Though often overlooked, Theo and Blaise didn't mind keeping away from attention. Leaving the glory for others, and shielding their allegiances until the war drums beat too loudly to ignore.

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Growing up Theodore Nott believed in the certainty of magic.

Before the young boy knew his letters he understood that it was magic that swept the marble floors, magic that kept the tea warmed to the perfect temperature, and magic that ensured ivory rose vines always bloomed along Nott Manor’s walls. Everywhere Theodore looked in his immaculate household magic was not some abstract concept, or a fairytale trick. Charms, and transfiguration were everyday life skills, and according to his father the power was not only Theodore’s inheritance, but his destiny and right.

The idea that one day he’d possess such knowledge thrilled Theodore, and from a very early age the frequently left alone boy gravitated towards the family’s extensive library. Insatiably eager to read everything he could about the ability to manipulate reality, time, and tiny particles in the air. His greedy eyes practically devouring all they could: the outcome of tournaments, and battles all won by a lack of hesitation, and the right spell that could be learned.

Even the theories fascinated him, and there among dusty walnut shelves (and curled up in his favorite red velvet cushioned chair) the dark haired boy would dirty his small finger with smeared ink. 

Pouring over those ancient books with friendly devotion, and there was no question that someday magic would bend to his will.

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[lordvoldemortsnipple]

Five different times (in between many others) Theo calls Blaise an idiot.

One Shot, Get Together fic, Muggle Verse