summary: Thinking that maybe if he’d known how beautiful heartbreak could look, he’d have fallen in love with you sooner.
characters: theodore nott x ravenclaw! bsf! reader
warnings: none!
word count: 690
It started with laughter. It always did with you.
You and Theo were sitting on the courtyard steps after Charms, knees knocking, the late October wind carrying the scent of sugar and roasted nuts from the Great Hall. Someone had charmed a table full of toffee squares to keep themselves warm, and of course, you’d insisted Theo grab a few.
He’d been trying so hard not to stare- really, he had- but the way your scarf framed your face, the way you laughed with your whole body… it was unfair. You looked like sunlight bundled up in blue and bronze.
“Stop looking at me like that,” you said through a mouthful of toffee, though there was a teasing lilt in your voice.
“Like what?”
“Like you’re either in pain or about to tell me a secret.”
He smirked, breaking another piece of toffee between his fingers. “Maybe I am.”
And then, because Theo Nott had both terrible reflexes and the world’s worst luck, the piece snapped wrong- and one chunk went flying.
You froze as it landed squarely in your hair.
Theo stared in horror. “No. No, no, no, no-”
“Theo,” you said carefully, reaching up. “Did you just-”
“It slipped!” He scrambled toward you, panic in his voice. “Okay, don’t move, I can-just-”
He reached out to tug it free. The toffee only sank deeper. You winced.
“Ow! You’re making it worse!”
“I’m not! I swear I-okay maybe I am-bloody hell-why does it stick like that?”
You batted his hand away, laughing despite yourself. “You’re an absolute menace.”
He dropped his hands helplessly, shoulders slumping. “I’m so sorry. I’ll… I’ll fix it.”
You gave him that Ravenclaw look- the one that was patient and knowing all at once. “No, you won’t. You’ll make it worse. I’ll handle it.”
Theo watched you head off toward your dorm, guilt gnawing at his chest. He waited for you to come back down for dinner that night, but you didn’t.
And then came the next morning.
He was half-asleep at the Slytherin table when he noticed the ripple of whispers spreading across the Great Hall. Heads turned, hushed voices rising. When he looked up-
He forgot how to breathe.
You stood in the doorway, sunlight spilling over you from the enchanted ceiling. Your hair- once long and soft and always falling in your eyes when you leaned over parchment- was now short. Just brushing your shoulders, tousled, imperfect, and breathtaking.
The toffee incident. She cut it.
You scanned the room, spotted him instantly, and smiled- small, shy, and devastating.
Theo could only stare. His chest felt too tight, his throat dry. You walked toward the Ravenclaw table, the hem of your robes swaying, the soft light catching the uneven ends of your hair like threads of caramel.
You’d actually cut it. For real. Because of him.
He barely heard Blaise mutter, “Merlin, she looks good,” beside him. He didn’t even notice Pansy’s grin when she elbowed him and whispered, “Someone’s lovesick.”
He just sat there, heart pounding.
You turned once before sitting down, meeting his eyes from across the room- a quiet, knowing look, like you were saying, it’s just hair, Theo.
And maybe it was.
But to him, it was so much more.
It was the moment he realized that he didn’t just like you. He adored you. Completely. The kind of love that feels like it’s been living under your skin for years, waiting for a reason to say hello.
When breakfast ended, he caught up to you outside the Hall, breathless and a little lost.
“Hey,” he said softly, hands stuffed in his pockets. “You, um… you cut it.”
You tilted your head, eyes glinting. “Yeah. Had to. It was hopeless.”
He hesitated, then said, voice barely above a whisper, “It looks perfect.”
You smiled- that quiet, easy smile that always undid him. “You say that about everything I do.”
“Only when it’s true,” he murmured.
You laughed, tugging at the end of your scarf before walking ahead- and Theo followed, thinking that maybe if he’d known how beautiful heartbreak could look, he’d have fallen in love with you sooner.
Synopsis: She was Harry Potter’s constant—his secret keeper, his sanctuary, the girl who stitched him together when the war threatened to tear him apart. A quiet Ravenclaw who stood by him when no one else knew how, she never asked for anything… except maybe for him to see her. But as the world began to heal and the noise returned, Harry reached for the girl who burned bright in public—Ginny—and left behind the one who had carried him through the dark. Years later, when fate crosses their paths again, Harry is haunted by what he lost: the girl who loved him in silence, and who walked away with all the parts of him he never knew he gave. A story of almosts, aching regrets, and the kind of love that gets remembered in every timeline—but never chosen in the one that mattered.
They met in the library, first year, when he was looking for a book he didn’t know existed.
You were sitting in a Ravenclaw alcove, quill between your teeth, parchment already half full. You barely looked up when Harry Potter stumbled over the bench across from you.
He looked lost—his hand brushing at dusty spines, brows furrowed like the whole wizarding world sat on them. You didn’t mean to care. But there was something about the way he bit his lip, that almost-frown. You cleared your throat.
“Second shelf to the right. “Hogwarts: A History won’t help you here.”
His eyes met yours. And for a second—just a blink of time—you felt it. The thread. The pull. That thread didn’t fray for years.
You became his safe place.
When the weight of the prophecy pressed into his bones, you were the one who pulled him into empty classrooms and let him breathe. When Ron and Hermione were off saving the world with plans and arguments, you were silence. Steady. A shoulder, a heartbeat, a secret kind of peace. You became his late-night library partner. His confidante. His secret-keeper. His almost.
You fell in love somewhere between fourth and fifth year. Maybe it was the night he snuck into the Ravenclaw common room just to leave a book you’d been searching for. Or maybe it was when he sat beside you in the Astronomy Tower, his shoulder brushing yours, and whispered, “I always feel lighter with you.”
You never asked for more. He never said there “wasn’t” more. But he lingered. And you stayed.
Sixth year, things shifted. Ginny started laughing louder. Her eyes caught his across the Great Hall. She burned like a wildfire. And you? You were the quiet warmth he never noticed was holding him together. He didn’t stop coming to you. Not at first. He kept coming back. Not in grand gestures. Not in ways people would ever notice. But in moments. In late-night wanderings and half-finished essays. In library tables hidden behind shelves and lingering glances during meals. You were the quiet place Harry Potter could come undone.
You learned his silences like languages. When he tapped his quill twice, it meant he was anxious. When he sighed and looked up at the ceiling, he was remembering the war he hadn’t fought yet. When he smiled without showing teeth, he was grateful—but didn’t know how to say it.
You didn’t ask for anything. And maybe that’s what made him stay.
“I don’t know how to breathe in this place sometimes,” he said one night, lying beside you on the Astronomy Tower floor.
“Then don’t,” you murmured, tracing constellations above you. “Just be.” You watched his chest rise, slow and steady.
He turned his head toward you. “You make it feel easy.”
You smiled. “You make it feel heavy.”
And yet you never moved.
Not even when his fingers brushed yours.
Not even when he kissed you.
He kissed you like he was drowning. And you kissed back like you didn’t care if you drowned too. You didn’t define it. Neither of you dared. But you had him—in the ways no one else did.
You held him through nightmares. You bandaged his bruises after Quidditch. You passed him calming draughts under the table during class when he started trembling. You sat with him in silence for hours.
He never introduced you to anyone. He never called you his. But he always came back.
Until he didn’t.
Ginny happened like sunlight after years of grey. Bright. Loud. Familiar. People smiled when they saw them together. The Chosen One and the girl who had always loved him.
He didn’t say anything to you. Not until you saw them. Kissing. And then it all shattered
He still sat by you in the library. Still walked you back to the tower. Still held your gaze a second too long. But he started showing up less.
And when you sat beside him one evening in the courtyard, your fingers brushing his on accident, he flinched. You pulled your hand back. Pretended not to notice.
He didn’t explain. And you didn’t ask. But it kept happening.
You’d wait for him outside Potions. He’d walk past you to Ginny.
You’d save a seat for him by the lake. He’d never show.
You became a ghost in his periphery. Always there. Never enough.
It was after the Quidditch final when everything broke.
You found him outside, alone, leaning against a pillar. The castle buzzed with celebration—Gryffindor had won. But his eyes were somewhere else.
“I saw you with her,” you said quietly. He turned. “What?”
“You kissed her. In the common room.” His throat bobbed. “You were there?”
You laughed, bitter. “I don’t think it matters, Harry. Everyone was.” He looked at you then—not confused, not oblivious—but like someone who had finally been caught.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he said. “But you did.” Your voice cracked.
He looked away. “Ginny... she’s—”
“She’s easier,” you said, the words sharper than you meant. “She’s the right choice, right? The one they all expect.”
“It’s not like that—”
“No?” you snapped. “Then what is it like, Harry? Tell me. Because I’ve been here. Every bloody day. Through the war. Through your breakdowns. Through every time you couldn’t breathe, I was the one who “stayed.”
Silence.
“You should’ve told me,” you whispered. “You should’ve chosen.” He stepped forward. “Don’t do this. Please.”
“Too late.” Your eyes stung. “I begged you without ever saying a word. I waited, hoping you’d notice I was breaking. You never looked close enough.” And then, the final wound.
“Do you love her?” you asked.
He hesitated.
And that silence screamed louder than a yes.
You didn’t cry until you reached your dorm. And even then, it wasn’t sobbing. It was the kind of crying that made your throat burn and your lungs ache. The kind that felt like your ribs were breaking open. You stopped going where he might be. You stopped waiting for letters. For explanations. For apologies. Because you realized—he never made you a choice. You were the soft place he fell when the world got hard. But you were never the place he planned to stay. And he never chased you.
Not really.
Not until it was too late.
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Years passed.You graduated top of your class. Worked in magical archives. Traveled. Lived. But you never returned to Hogwarts. Never wrote him. Never answered when Hermione asked if she could pass along your new address. He married Ginny. Had children. Lived the life people dreamed he would. But every once in a while, he'd see someone with your hair in a crowd. Hear your laugh in the wrong room. Smell your perfume in a bookstore.
And he’d break all over again.
Because Ginny didn’t know how he liked his tea when he couldn’t sleep.
She didn’t know the way he breathed when he was about to cry but refused to.
She didn’t know that, once, he almost told you he loved you.
Almost.
You didn’t go to the wedding. You didn’t send letters. You disappeared from his world like a name wiped from a tombstone.
But Harry? He never stopped looking.
Every time Ginny smiled, he remembered how yours looked first.
Every time she laughed, he remembered the nights you tried to make him forget the war.
And when Ginny argued, or left the room in anger, he saw your silence.
He began writing letters he never sent.
“You made me feel whole, and I chose the girl who made me feel wanted.”
“I thought loud love was the kind that lasted. I didn’t realize soft love was the kind I needed.”
“I still think of you when I hear your favorite song. I still wait for you in empty corridors.”
“Please—just once, look back.”
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One day, years later, he found you again.
You were walking through Diagon Alley, head down, books in hand. He said your name like a prayer. You turned. And for a moment, it was like nothing had changed. Except everything had.
“Hi,” he said, like he hadn’t destroyed you.You nodded. “Harry.”
“You look… well.”
You gave a tight smile. “I am.”
He opened his mouth. Closed it.
“I—I’ve thought about you. A lot,” he finally said.
You tilted your head. “Regret doesn’t change the past, Harry.”
“I know. I just…” He stepped closer. “You knew me. The real me. Before the rest of the world decided who I was supposed to be.”
“And you still left,” you said, voice barely above a whisper.
“I was a coward.”
You looked at him then. Really looked.
There were lines on his face that hadn’t been there before. Sadness in his eyes that hadn’t left.
“I waited for you,” you said quietly. “Even after. I thought maybe… maybe you’d realize. Maybe you’d come back.”“I should have,” he choked. “But you didn’t.”
“I married Ginny,” he said, as if confessing.
“I know.”
“It’s not what you think. I—she’s great. But she’s not—”
“Me,” you finished for him. “She’s not the girl who held you while you broke. Who kept your secrets. Who loved you in silence.”
His eyes brimmed with tears. “I never stopped loving you.”
“But you let me go,” you said. “And now I’m gone.”
“Please…” His voice cracked. “Can I… can we start again?”
You stared at him.
And then, gently, you shook your head.
“I mourned you, Harry,” you whispered. “While you were still mine.”
He reached for your hand.
You stepped back.
And that, more than anything, destroyed him.
“I chose the girl who made me feel safe,” he whispered. “But I lost the girl who made me want to live.”
“You gave him one last look. “You didn’t lose me, Harry. You let me go.”
Then you turned and walked away.
And for the rest of his life, he would remember the sound of your footsteps echoing in that alley. He would remember the look in your eyes. He would remember that he was the one who gave up the love he never thought he deserved. And he would never forgive himself. Not even when the world forgot.
Because you never came back. And he never stopped waiting.
The first time your cat went missing, you didn’t think entirely too much of it. You knew many of the Hogwarts cats liked to gather behind the herbology greenhouse where a particularly plentiful patch of catnip grew. However, Gladys was never one to miss meal time, and when the time came to 30 minutes after her usual feeding time, you knew something was amiss. With a sigh, you made your way out to your common room where you saw Cho sitting by the fireplace with several other of your class mates.
“Has anyone seen Gladys wandering about? She missed feeding time and I haven’t seen her much today,” you say as you approach the group.
“I haven’t, sorry y/n. We’ll keep a look out for her though,” Cho tells you.
You let out a small sigh of disappointment.
“Thanks Cho,” you say before heading out to wander the halls of the castle, hoping to find your elusive, black cat.
You start out by the greenhouse where you see a whole gaggle of cats, but none with the sleek black coat that identified your furry friend. You then walked around the grounds a bit more with no luck, before moving on to the kitchens where several of the house elves promised to keep an eye out for the small black cat. You even checked several empty class rooms before coming to a stop outside the library. It wouldn’t hurt to check. Twenty minutes later, you were still completely out of luck. Tired and frustrated, you were about to call it a night when a loud chorus of voices turn down the hall. You look to see who it was and find a hoard of Slytherin boys making their way towards you. You recognized them of course, but didn’t exactly know them. What you did know however, was the mop of black fur one of the taller boys in the back of the group was holding.
“Gladys!” You exclaim, rushing towards the group of boys.
Their eyes all turn towards you and at the sound of her name, the fiesty black cat springs from the arms of the boy and runs towards you.
With a large grin of relief, you scoop the cat up into your arms, feeling her light purr as you scratch behind her ears. Feeling several pairs of eyes on you, you look up to see the group of boys still staring at you and your cat.
“Um, thanks, for finding my cat,” you say awkwardly, squeezing the cat to your chest lightly. The tall, brunette boy who had just been holding your cat only nods silently before turning and walking off, the rest of the group following, except one.
“Hey, sorry about Theo. He means well, really. Man really likes cats, but doesn’t have one of his own, so he sometimes makes friends with cats wandering the halls. We’ve all told him that he should probably stop, ah, borrowing, people’s cats, but he can’t seem to resist. Names Enzo by the way,” the boy says with a friendly smile, extending his hand out.
You take his hand, shaking it cautiously before a smile creeps it’s way onto your face.
“Thank you, Enzo.” You say, hesitating a moment before adding, “You know, Gladys is a picky bitch. Theo must be a pretty okay person if she let him carry her around.” You tell him before disappearing with your cat.
2
The second time your cat went missing, you honestly didn't realize she was missing at all. Theo had found his way down to the kitchens about a week after the original cat incident. That's how he thought of it anyway. The kitchens were one of his favorite places to lurk as not many students knew of the secret entrance behind one particular painting of a fruit bowl. The real attraction that often drew the brunette boy to the hidden sanctuary however, was the constant stream of cats that often visited the house elves who happily offered up dishes of cream and other treats. Plopping himself down on the floor next to a particularly populated bowl of milk, Theo's eyes were immediately drawn to a familiar set of glowing yellow orbs.
"Hello there, Gladys," he said hesitantly, decently sure that was the name called out by the pretty Ravenclaw girl who had stolen the cat from him a few nights ago.
Well, stolen in this case was rather relative, as the cat was technically hers, he supposed. Hearing her name however, the little black cat pranced over, nuzzling her head affectionately against his leg with a soft purr. Picking the sweet creature up into his arms, Theo stroked her soft fur, thinking back to his encounter with her owner, a grimace reaching his face.
He had been a downright bloody idiot. That was for certain. Theo was not usually one to be rendered incompetent by the mere presence of a pretty girl. No. That was meant more for Enzo. Or even Draco sometimes. But never Theodore. In fact, Theo had quite the reputation for his tendency to sleep around which made the idea of his mind completely blanking at the sight of this cat's owner all the more embarrassing. Matteo had made fun of him ruthlessly later that night. What had he said again? Right. Absolutely nothing. Just nodded like a right dunce.
The only solace Theo had gotten from that night was when Enzo pulled him aside quietly and told him what the pretty girl from earlier had said about him. "He must be pretty okay." It was hardly a compliment, but after the fool he'd made of himself, it really was the best Theo could hope for. Shaking the thoughts from his mind, Theo once again focused on the little beast snuggling contentedly in his arms, carefully scratching behind the ears, a spot he'd found the cat quite liked.
The sound of the entrance painting swinging open startled Theo; and he honestly wasn't sure if he was elated, or absolutely mortified that the very girl who had been previously plaguing his thoughts was stepping through into the kitchens.
You honestly weren't entirely surprised to see the boy from a few nights ago sitting on the floor, cradling your cat, when you entered the kitchens. After Enzo had admitted to you that the handsome brunette had a soft spot for the castle's feline population, you figured it was only a matter of time until you bumped into him here considering it was a hot spot for the four legged beasts.
"Hello. See you've managed to find my cat again," you say, offering a small smile to the boy in front of you. After your encounter with that particular group of Slytherins, you did a bit of asking around, finding that Theodore Nott, while a bit known for his escapades with the female population, was actually one of the more talented wizards of your year. And one of the more level headed. (But in comparison to Draco and Matteo, you weren't exactly sure how much credit to give him there.)
The boy blinks up at you once before seeming to find his voice.
"She's a sweet little thing," he says finally, clearing his throat and looking anywhere but you.
You cautiously move forward, more worried about spooking the boy in front of you than the cats. Sitting down, you allow a pretty little Siamese kitten to wander into your lap. Gladys hisses with jealousy, but remains snuggled in the arms of the boy.
"She really seems to like you. Bit surprising. She's really not much of a people person," you tell him.
Theo nods at you, an action you found yourself growing familiar with.
"Enzo told me." He replies curtly.
You open your mouth to respond, but don't quite know how, so you let an awkward silence roll over the two of you.
"Well, I find that Gladys is a very good judge of character," you say finally.
Theo lets out a small smile at this, continuing to stroke your cat's soft fur. After that, the two of you fall into a comfortable silence with Theodore continuing to shower your cat with affection while you distract the many other felines, crowding the kitchen floor.
"Theo?" you wonder finally, the question burning away at you. The boy looks up, and you find yourself getting lost in the surprisingly soft brown eyes staring back at you. Breaking from the trance with a small shiver, you ask, "If you like cats so much, why don't you have one of your own?"
Theo's eyes immediately fall, and his hand freezes mid pet, much to Gladys' dismay. A pang of guilt washes through you.
"My father isn't much of an animal person," He replies stiffly.
You give him a small nod in response before rising from the floor.
"It's getting pretty late, I should get going," you say softly. "Gladys can find her way back to the tower on her own just fine," you add when you see Theo make no move to release the cat.
Without another word, you move to open the portrait door. You enter the hall with a small smile gracing your lips as you hear his voice quietly as the door closes.
"Thank you, y/n."
He knew your name.
3
The next time Theo met Gladys was much sooner than he expected. He had left the kitchens several hours ago and was now laying in bed. The clock sitting on his bed side now read 1am. The deafening silence was about to finally lull him to sleep when an insistent scratching at the door caused his eyes to fly open. Sitting up, Theo glanced at the door warily before finally deciding to cross the room to find out what was causing the noise.
As soon as the door opened, a black shadow darted through, making a beeline for his bed. How it seemed to know exactly where it was going, Theo had no clue. Making his way silently back to his bed, careful not to wake either of his roommates, Theo was finally able to make out the dark shape of an ever familiar black cat.
"Hi there, principessa," he whispered, gently stroking the cat's ears before crawling into the bed next to it. Gladys seemed to take this as an invitation to curl up in the nook of his arm, and Theo wasn't about to object. The last thought he remembered before drifting off was how nice it would be if Gladys' pretty owner was there too.
"Theo, what the fuck."
Theo woke with a start, to the loud voice of Lorenzo Berkshire ringing out above him. His eyes opened to see the other boy hovering over his bed, a look of shocked confusion apparent on his face.
"Is that y/n's cat?" he asks, leaning down as if to get a closer look at the fluff ball still snuggled in Theo's arms.
"No way," Matteo laughs from the other side of the room. "You stole her cat again? What, is this some sick and twisted new way for you to lure girls into your bed?"
Theo launches a pillow at Matteo's head. He doesn't miss.
"You better go return that thing before y/n starts to worry," Enzo advises, going back to his own side of the room. "And maybe just ask her out while you're at it hmm?" He adds, quickly ducking behind his fourposter before Theo has the chance to send another pillow flying his way.
With a heavy sigh, Theo comes to a stop outside of what he's pretty sure is the Ravenclaw common room. He's about to raise his hand to knock, when the golden eagle head mounted to the door springs to life.
"What gets broken, without being held?" The eagle asks, blinking at him slowly.
Right. Theo knew about this. The most annoying of the common room doors because instead of a password, the bloody door required you to answer a riddle. Theo was about to turn on his heel to leave when he felt a light presence behind him.
"Hello Theo. Hello Gladys." The platinum blonde haired girl said, giving the two of them an airy nod, before turning her attention to the door. "Would it perhaps be, a promise?" she asks.
The door swings open and Theo quickly hurries after the girl, making his way up the staircase. He'd never actually been inside the Ravenclaw common room, and his breath hitched when they reached the top of the stairs. The main room really was magnificent, nothing like the dark, eerie dungeons of the Slytherin common room. Theo eyed the shelves of books lining the wall longingly.
"Her room is just there, up and to the left," the blonde girl he'd followed in says, breaking him from his thoughts.
"Huh?"
"Y/n? Her room is just there," the girl repeats, gesturing to a door at the top of another small flight of stairs.
"Oh. thanks," Theo makes out, giving the girl a nod of gratitude.
"Name's Luna by the way. Luna Lovegood." She says whimsically before floating off.
With a deep inhale to calm his nerves, Theo makes his way up the stairs and knocks gently on the door. Gladys lets out a meow of protest. Absolutely nothing could have prepared Theo for what was on the other side of the door. He felt his throat go completely dry as the door swung open and you stood in front of him in what was probably the shortest, skimpiest set of clothing that could possibly be considered pajamas. Theo tried not to stare, he really did, but he was only a man. A very weak and smitten man.
"Oh! There you are Gladys. I wondered where you wandered off to last night!" you say looking at your cat and then back up at Theo, and then again at your cat before looking back up at Theo expectantly. "Um. May I have my cat back?"
Theo jolts back to life, realizing he'd been staring and looks at you sheepishly.
"Sorry, don't know how this little one found me. Snuck her way into the Slytherin common room and then into my dorm. Didn't want to leave her in the halls alone, so I let her stay the night," he tells you.
You stare at the boy in shock, realizing that was the longest string of words you'd ever heard out of him.
"Wow Theodore, I'm impressed. I think that's the most I've ever heard you talk. And here I was thinking you were secretly illiterate," you say with a playful grin.
"Please," the boy scoffs. "I'm the picture of eloquence."
Interested in where this sudden burst of confidence that you didn't normally see from him had come from, you take a step back, inviting him into your room. He hesitantly accepts your invitation, bringing Gladys along with him.
"No roommates?" he asks, perching on the edge of your bed as Gladys purrs softly on his lap. At the moment, you found nothing more attractive than this man absolutely pampering your beloved pet.
"Not many Ravenclaw girls in our year, we had the option to share, but most of us opted for solo rooms. Wanted the extra privacy, I suppose," you tell him, leaning on one of the posts at the end of your bed.
Theo nods his head at this.
"I have two roommates," he shares.
"One of them happen to be Enzo Berkshire?"
Theo nods again. "And Matteo. Riddle" he adds.
You cock your head at that with a grin.
"Interesting pairing," you comment, imagining the chaos those two must bring with them.
"It never gets boring," Theo responds.
A moment of silence passes.
"I was wondering if you wanted to study together sometime. I hear you're exceptionally talented at potions. And Charms. And everything really." Theo lets out finally.
You raise an eyebrow at the boy, internally screaming.
Trying to keep your cool, you tilt your head, "I hear you are too."
It's like a switch flips inside Theo.
"Well, we're obviously perfect for each other than," He replies easily, a cocky grin beginning to spread across his face. "Meet you in the library tomorrow at 7? And bring the cat."
You let out a laugh as Theo rises from the bed, gently placing Gladys down on the pillow, before going to make his way out of your dorm.
"You only like me for my cat," you joke, shifting to watch as he crosses the room to the door.
"Not just for your cat," he assures you, "I love the outfit, wear it for me more often, hmm?" he says slyly before the door thuds shut behind him.
You look down at your outfit, jaw dropping open and heat rushing to your cheeks.
4
Theo's head was pounding. Music pumped through the Slytherin common room and Theo could barely see through the crowds of people around him as he pushed his way to the circle of sofas occupied by his friends. Collapsing into a spot next to Matteo, the boy offered him another shot of who-knew-what which he quickly knocked back.
"When's that pretty little thing that's been occupying all your time gonna join us at one of our little gatherings?" Matteo slurs out, gesturing to the large crowd around them.
Over the past several weeks, you and Theo had grown significantly closer; your first study date quickly becoming a daily occurrence as you found that you each were able to easily keep up with one another. Something about having a partner who was actually able to challenge you was exhilarating. From there, you found yourselves often seeking each other out simply for the sake of good company, Gladys largely increasing the number of these meetings.
"Don't know that Gladys would like it. Cat's aren't supposed to ingest alcohol," Theo responded, not quite drunk enough to fall for his friend's taunting.
Enzo places another shot in his hand, and Theo raises a brow at him, before knocking that one back as well.
"Did you ever ask y/n why in Salazar's name, she choose to name her cat Gladys?" Matteo asks. "If my name were Gladys, I'd being running off constantly too."
Theo thumps Matteo on the back of the head.
"You leave our cat out of this, she ain't do nothin wrong," he says, glaring at his friend.
"So now she's our cat is she?" Enzo asks, a smirk growing on his face. "Didn't know you and y/n were so serious."
"It's our cat damnit! If marrying y/n is what it takes to finally have a cat of my own, so be it," Theo says decidedly.
Enzo snorts at his clearly, very drunk friend. "Careful, or one might think you're only into her for her cat. And not the cunty kind."
Theo scowls at this. "Y/n says that all the time, but have you seen that ass? And the way she mopped the floor with Draco in potions the other day? She's perfect."
"Yeah? Why don't you go tell her that then?" Matteo says, wanting nothing more than to see a drunk Theo try to make his way to Ravenclaw Tower.
"You know what? I will. And I'll pet Gladys too." Theo states. A look of pure, intoxicated determination set on his face.
Lorenzo eyes his friend warily. While not exactly sober himself, he didn’t particularly like the look his friend was giving them.
“Aw c’mon Enz, don’t you try and be the voice of reason now,” Matteo drawls, sensing the hesitation coming from his friend. “Don’t you want to meet the lil thing our beloved Theodore has been obsessing over for weeks now?”
“I’m not obsessing,” Theo snaps, taking a sip straight out of a random bottle he’d picked up from the table.
“Let’s go. I’m gonna steal her cat. For real this time.”
With a wide grin, Matteo jumps up, ready to follow his friend wherever the night took him. With a low groan, Enzo followed suit, knowing that his pair of roommates would need some sort of guidance to prevent them from walking themselves straight of the edge of the astronomy tower.
You didn’t have a lot of expectations for the quiet Friday night that you were spending curled up with a book and your cat. It was late, and after a long and stressful week, the time alone with Gladys was just what you needed to really recharge. You had spent most of your day lounging out on the lawn next to the Black Lake with Theodore, studying with and harassing the boy. A small smile crept onto your face, remembering the way his brown curls had floated about in the soft breeze.
You really hadn’t expected for the two of you to become so close, so quickly, but you weren’t complaining. You’d grown quite fond of the boy, especially once he started opening up a bit more. You’d initially thought that he was a man of very few words, but quickly learned he was in fact very sharp witted and even a bit snarky at times. Time spent with him had easily become your favorite part of the day and was something you were constantly looking forward to.
A sharp knock jolted you from your thoughts, causing you to jump a bit where you were sitting, Gladys letting out a yowl of protest.
You quickly cross the room and open the door to find a very miffed looking Cho, a frown imbedded on her face.
“Sorry to bother, but could you please come get your boy under control? He’s upsetting the portraits.” She says.
You blink once. Then again.
“Sorry?”
“Your Slytherin fellow? He’s out in the corridor with two of his friends harassing the door,” she explains, turning to lead you down the spiral staircase.
You’re not even halfway down when you begin to hear the voices.
“Who in the bloody hell would want to be in Ravenclaw with this blast-ended skewt ass looking-“
“Matteo you can’t curse out the door.”
“I’ll curse at the bloody door if I want to bloody curse at it.”
You grimace, looking at Cho who looks back with a similarly displeased facial expression.
“Sorry bout them. I’ll take it from here,” you tell her when you reach the bottom.
With a slight nod, she turns to retreat back up the stairs. With a sigh, you push the door open, almost taking out Matteo who had been leaning on it for support.
“Hi amore, fancy seeing you here,” Theo slurs, a grin taking over his face at the sight of you.
Enzo leans against a pillar, face in hands, looking like he wanted to disappear. You could smell the alcohol on all of them.
“Hi Theodore. Are you sober?” You ask, already knowing the answer.
“I’m moderately functional,” he replies with a lopsided smile.
“I’m taking that as a no,” you say, glancing worriedly at Matteo who was currently laying spread eagle on the floor. “Let’s get you boys back to your common room.”
“I wouldn’t. Party’s not gonna end any time soon. They’ll just get more hammered and start wandering off again,” Enzo advises, head still in hands. “Like herding hippogriffs with those two.”
“And Theo hasn’t proclaimed his undying love for y/n yet!” Matteo adds.
You feel heat rise to your cheeks and Theo glowers at his friend.
“It’s okay Theo, I know he’s drunk,” you say, not certain if you were saying it more to comfort him or yourself.
Theo ignores you however, turning his attention back to the door.
“Let us in, I just want to pet the cat,” he tells the door, swaying ever so slightly.
For Salazar’s sake. Man gets absolutely wasted and just wants to pet your cat. You go to grab onto Theo to steady him, but he has other plans. Immediately, he wraps his arms around you, nuzzling his face into your hair.
“Hi,” he mumbles, picking you up just enough that your toes barely touch the ground. “I missed you. Can we see the cat now?”
Not knowing what else to do, you glance helplessly at Enzo.
“Would you be able to get Matteo up the stairs?” You ask.
“I can try. He’s a stubborn bastard though.”
You turn back to the door, knocking once. The eagle once again moves to life, glaring at the scene in front of it.
“If the day before yesterday was the 23rd, what is the day after tomorrow?” It asks crankily.
“We’re too fucking wasted for this bloody bullshit,” Matteo moans from the floor.
You try to ignore Theo’s tight grasp on your waist and Enzo prodding at Matteo with his foot before answering. “The 27th.”
The door swings open and you try your best to haul Theo through, Enzo following closely behind with a very disgruntled Matteo. Dragging the boys up the staircase feels like the most difficult task of your life as you constantly tell Matteo to lower his voice and mind his mouth while also trying to ignore the very minimal distance between yourself and Theodore. When you finally make it to the top, you rush to herd the boys into your room before slamming the door shut behind you with relief. Theo immediately stumbles over to your bed, collapsing face first in the middle and snatching Gladys into his arms.
“No roommates?” Enzo asks, looking around the room and seeing the single empty bed that you had pushed into the corner at the beginning of the year.
“No, thank Rowena. I would not want to have to explain whatever this is.” You reply, motioning to Theo and Matteo who was now wandering about the room.
“Room’s a mess. Coulda at least cleaned up a bit,” he says, poking at the various books and blank scrolls lying about.
“Had I known I would be having guests at,” you glance at the clock, “almost 2 in the morning, I’m sure I would have.” You say dryly.
Retrieving your wand from your desk, you point it at the spare bed. “Engorgio.” The wooden frame creaks as it expands until it can comfortably fit 2 people. You look at Enzo.
“Good luck with that one,” you say, almost feeling sorry for the boy as Matteo flops onto the bed with a groan.
“Looks like you’re gonna need it more than me,” he replies, gesturing to Theo who was out cold, Gladys trapped and bug eyed in his grasp. With a sigh you and Enzo each resign yourselves to your respective charge.
“Theodore,” you whisper, giving the boy a light shove. No sign of life. You give him a slightly harder shove, allowing Gladys is wriggle out of her prison. Frowning, you sit down on the edge of the bed, using most of your body weight to shove Theo to one side of the bed before sliding under the covers. Now deeming it safe, Gladys hops back into the bed, nestling into your arms happily. You’re about to close your eyes when you feel arms snaking around your waste, pulling you into the very warm chest of Theodore Nott. You freeze, holding your breath, not sure if the boy is asleep or not.
“Goodnight mi amore,” he whispers into your neck, causing the hairs to prickle.
Definitely not asleep.
“Goodnight Theodore.”
You hadn’t had any expectations for the night really, but you definitely had not expected to have multiple overnight guests who were trying to steal your cat. And you most certainly did not expect to drift off in the arms of Theodore Nott.
5
The next morning you wake up missing the usual lump of fur weighing down on your chest. Immediately you bolt upright, eyes shooting around for any sign of your furry companion before the events of last night wash over you. Enzo and Matteo are both still out cold and when you look down, your jaw drops open. Theo is fast asleep, back facing you, Gladys snoozing contentedly while cradled in his arms. Even in his sleep this absolute tosser had managed to steal your damn cat.
Careful not to wake the boys, or Gladys, you silently sneak across the room and disappear out the door. Once you’re safely out of hearing distance, you make your way quickly down the kitchens. A little known fact about the Hogwarts house elves was that many had once served in the homes of different wizarding families at one time or another. This meant that many of the elves were all too familiar with the valuable hangover potion that you sought.
Ducking in through the portrait hole, it wasn’t difficult to persuade the elves into handing over 3 glistening blue vials. You had always been kind to them, often chatting with them during your visits with the cats.
Your task complete, you made your way back to Ravenclaw tower, taking your time as you didn’t expect the boys to be up any time soon. They really had been plastered. Not even Enzo had been completely sober you recalled.
You’re just passing the entrance to the dungeons when a voice calls out.
“Hey! You!”
You’re ready to continue on your way before noticing that there was no one else in the corridor they could be referring to. You turn to see two girls you recognized as the Greengrass sisters hurrying towards you.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you,” the shorter blonde girl says when they get closer. You’re pretty sure that one is Astoria. “You’re the girl Theo has been seeing right?”
You nod your head cautiously. You knew Theo had a reputation for getting around, so if that’s what this was about, things were about to become quite awkward.
“You haven’t happened to see him or Matteo or Lorenzo, have you?” The other girl, Daphne, asks.
“Draco said he saw the three of them leave the party together last night, but no one saw them come back,” Astoria explains.
You feel yourself immediately relax. Good. At least this was something you could help with.
“You two are lucky you found me then I suppose,” you tell them, gesturing for them to follow. “The three of them tried breaking into Ravenclaw tower last night, so I let them crash in my dorm.”
“Oh Salazar. Were they trying to steal your cat? I’m so sorry. When Matteo gets drunk he has a tendency to try and egg Theo on,” Astoria frets.
You give the girls a strange look. “You know about my cat?” You ask, surprised.
“Oh sure,” Daphne replies. “Whole group does really. Boys came back one night going on about how Theo was just smitten with some Ravenclaw with a cute cat. And I can see why. You’re gorgeous by the way.”
You blush at her statement, diverting the subject away.
“The boys should probably still be asleep. I just ran down to the kitchens to get these,” you tell them, brandishing the potions you had gathered. “Once they’ve downed these, they’re all yours.”
Astoria eyes the potions with jealousy and you realize the two girls were probably decently hung over as well.
“Oh you can keep Theo, we were really just looking to collect Enzo and Matt,” Daphne laughs, giving you a sly look. You open your mouth to reply, but stop realizing you had reached your common room door.
After a few attempts, you’re finally able to solve the blasted riddle and the door swings open.
“I don’t think we’ve ever had this many Slytherins in our common room before,” you joke, leading the girls up to your room.
Pushing the door open, you’re unsurprised to see the boys still passed out.
“This must be the infamous Gladys,” Daphne whispers, quietly approaching Theo who was still clutching onto Gladys as if his life depended on it. Again you’re surprised that these girls apparently even knew the name of your cat.
The two coo at the sight of your cat, coming to the conclusion that she was indeed worthy of warranting cat theft before Astoria finally decided it was time for them to get the boys out of your hair. They migrated over to the other side of the room where Enzo and Matteo were sound asleep, leaving you to deal with Theo.
You decide the easiest route, may just be to lure Gladys away, so you fetch her food dish before accio-ing her kibble container. At the sound of her food, Gladys was up and running, darting over for her morning feast. At the sudden loss of fluffy heat, Theo groaned, rolling over, face down into the pillows. After giving Gladys her food, you move back to Theo, giving him a rough shake.
“Come back to bed principessa,” he grumbles, reaching out and flailing his arm in your general direction.
“It’s time to get up Theodore. Come on, I got you three hangover potions,” you say, waving one over his head.
“Did someone say hangover potion? Give,” Matteo demands from the other side of the room. You look over to see Daphne and Astoria sitting on the side of the bed while Matteo and Enzo were groggily waking up.
Pulling out her wand, Daphne gestured for you to toss her the potions which her magic catches easily, levitating the vials over to the other two boys. Matteo snatches one out of the air, quickly downing half before offering the other half to Astoria. Enzo does the same, giving the second half to Daphne who graciously accepts. After a moment, the four of them are looking much more awake.
“Thanks for making sure these three didn’t drown themselves in the lake,” Astoria says, once the potion had really kicked. “And sorry you’re not having more luck with that one. He’s always been a late riser.”
“You’ll be lucky to get him up in the next hour,” Enzo agrees, rising from the bed. “Thanks again y/n.”
The four of them shuffle out of your dorm, a chorus is thanks and apologies strung along until they reached the door. Even Matteo gave you a nod of gratitude. Once they were all gone, you collapse once more onto your bed.
“They finally gone?” You hear Theo ask, as he rolls over to look at you. You nod, faces so close that your noses are practically touching and you can feel small puffs of air as he exhales. “Thanks for last night. I’m sorry for trying to steal your cat.”
You let out a snort at that. “Did you know when I woke up this morning, you had turned away from me completely, and stolen my cat away from me in your sleep?” You ask with a laugh.
Theo at least has the decency to look embarrassed as Gladys joins the two of you once more.
“I should do this more often,” Theo says finally, reaching out to stroke Gladys’s fur.
“What? Get downright plastered and break into my room, or steal my cat?” You scoff.
“Sleep in your bed with you.”
You freeze, looking up to see if the boy was being serious. His eyes blink back at you unwavering.
“You can come back any time,” you tell him, snuggling your way into his chest, ready to fall back asleep in the boy’s arms.
“Will Gladys be here?”
“Oh my god, yes she will be here,” you say dramatically throwing your head back.
Theo grins down at you, leaning in and pressing his lips softly against yours.
“I’m only joking amore,” he says, pressing another kiss to the top of your nose.
“Of course Gladys would be here, she adores me.”
“Get out of my bed.”
My biggest regret in life, is being highly allergic to cats </3
You had never been one to get caught up in all the school drama - okay, only on occasions did you do so. But you were smart enough not to get involved with any of it for long, that was for the mind numbingly idiots like the slytherins and gryffindors who were constantly at one another throats.
Instead you focused on your studies. Choosing to stay out of the way of all others who caused this drama, the golden trio - the slytherin thugs. Hufflepuffs weren't any better than them either, they just weren't as obnoxious as the other two. On top of that, it made your time at Hogwarts much more peaceful doing so.
Well, it was peaceful until last year when one of the most known slytherins decided to harass you on the daily.
Your eyes landed on the boy your mind thought of before he appeared, Mattheo Riddle. Merlins bloody fucking beard, how he kept finding you was beyond you. Purposely finding new spots every day just to avoid his incessant chatter.
"For fucks sake, what'd you want, riddle?" Your eyes remained on the pages of your book as you asked him. He smirked and took a seat next to you on the cobblestone floor.
"You, of course."
"Oh yes, of course!" You sarcastically shot back with a roll of your eyes. "Let me just hand myself over then. Fuck off, riddle."
His smirk only grew before he threw his arm around your shoulder. "You're so cruel to me, what have I done to deserve such treatment?"
"You've not left me alone since last year."
"Well, why would I want to?"
You stared at the book in your hands, rereading the same line over and over again. Trying to think about a witty line to throw back before sighing at the realization that you had no answer to give. "What can I do for you to leave me alone? You want me to do your homework, brew you a potion, give you the answer to some riddle?" You mockingly added the last one before making eye contact with the boy beside you.
"Come with me to Hogsmeade this weekend, get to know me. I'm not half bad if I do say so myself."
"No, thank you."
"I promise to leave you alone if you don't like me afterwards."
Pondering for a moment, you could easily just sit there and let him talk about himself then be done with it all. That's not a bad idea.
"You'll actually leave me alone after doing so?"
"I give you my word."
"Pinky promise it to me." A stupid muggle notion, but you took them very seriously. You held out your pinky for him to take, he stared at it for a moment before wrapping his own pinky with yours.
"You're paying." You added with a small smile before returning back to your book, if your mind would allow you to focus.
"My girl wouldn't ever pay for herself anyways." His arm still wrapped around your shoulder as if indicating you actually were his girl.
You rolled your eyes at the new term he gave you, merlin this boy was conceited.
song; the alchemy [taylor swift]
pairing; oliver wood x fem!ravenclaw!reader
genre; f2l, fluff, humour
word count; 2,4k
timeline; chamber of secrets
warnings;swearing, referenced masturbation, not canon compliant
summary; in orderto help oliver wood pass the time while quidditch is cancelled, you offer to help him in the dating scene
why the FUCK did this take me so long to write? omfg
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"where's the trophy? he just comes running over to me."
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With a basilisk roaming rampant, quidditch had been cancelled until further notice. You didn't claim to understand the motivations behind such a decision: surely everybody was safer if they were all together down on the pitch for a match? But, you didn't play, so you idly moved on with your life.
Someone who had not taken the news so easily was the Gryffindor quidditch captain: Oliver Wood. Upon hearing such news, he had stormed directly to McGonagall's office and given her an earful that surely must have made her deaf. His yelling could be heard on that entire floor, and gossip could reach even further. You had chuckled at the news, but some pity for the man lingered. Quidditch was his passion to the point he ate, slept and breathed it. And, now, assuming the basilisk was taken care of by the end of the year, he only had one more year to win the cup.
You weren't close to him despite being in the same year, as you resided in Ravenclaw, but you supposed that you moved in similar social circles. And maybe that was the reason you halted in your tracks when you arrived down at the Black Lake to do some reading.
Oliver Wood was stood there at the edge of the water, skipping stones with so much force that it could hardly be called skipping. He would grunt when he threw one, causing it to do one or two pathetic skips before sinking below the surface. Clearly, he was brimming with rage, and it didn't take a genius to figure out why. His anger had not remotely dissipated in the many months since the cancellation was put in place.
"Wood," you said simply, making him snap his head around. Your approach had been far from quiet, so he really must have been consumed in his thoughts for you to take him by surprise.
"L/N, what are you doing here?" he asked gruffly, scouring the grassy shore for another flat stone.
"It's my favourite reading spot," you replied, moving to sit under your preferred tree, which wasn't far from him, "I take it you're frustrated?"
He threw another stone, "How could they cancel quidditch?"
"My guess would be because there's a giant snake on the loose trying to kill students?"
"So? How does cancelling quidditch make that less likely?"
You sighed, but you couldn't disagree, "I think that parents would probably criticise if the school carried on like nothing was happening."
"If anything, everyone needs something to be happy about at the minute."
You slumped back against the tree trunk, "I agree with you, Wood, just playing devil's advocate."
He turned around to look at you properly, "You don't even play quidditch, why do you care?"
"I don't," you said honestly, "But you've got me thinking about it now."
"I'm just so angry," he seethed.
"I can tell."
Wood pulled his hands down his face and sat carelessly down on the grass in front of you, "It's all I care about."
"Sounds like someone needs a stress reliever," you couldn't help the suggestive undertone you added to your words, even though that wasn't what you meant.
"Like what?" he eyed you curiously.
You shrugged, letting the flirty smirk on your lips drop, "How would I know? I don't know what you do to relax."
"Quidditch."
Such a response made you laugh, "Anything else? At all?"
He shook his head.
"Well, you sleep, don't you? Eat? Is that not relaxing?"
Wood's expression could only be described as skeptical.
"Masturbation?"
By the way he started choking, your casual statement had caught him off guard, which made you laugh again.
"Sorry," you giggled, "Just wanted to see your reaction."
You saw him let out a slight chuckle.
"This is what I do to relax," you held up your book, "It's not my passion, per se, but I enjoy it."
"I can't sit still long enough to read."
"Well, if you're a movement kind of guy, do you work out?"
He nodded, "I just spend the entire time thinking about quidditch and get angrier, though."
You hummed, "Makes sense, you probably work out for quidditch."
Wood nodded.
"Well— sounds like you need to do something that has no connection to quidditch."
"Like what?"
"I don't know," you shrugged, "Try dating?"
He furrowed his eyebrows, "I don't have time to date."
"You do now."
"I wouldn't even know how to go about that."
You let out a laugh at his words, "Practice on me. Ask me out on a date."
He raised an eyebrow, but sighed and nodded, "Hi, you're Y/N, right?" He thickened his Scottish accent, which admittedly made your stomach flip. "Well, I think you're really pretty, and I was wondering if you'd want to go on a date with me?"
"Not bad, not bad," you chuckled, "A little cliché but could work. Who d'you have your eyes on?"
"Uh, no one?" he said slowly, "The only girls I think about are the ones on my team."
"Okay, what about one of them?"
"They're all at least two years younger."
You hummed, thinking about the girls you knew, "How about Penelope Clearwater?"
He shrugged noncommittally.
"Esmeralda Arachwood?"
"Who?"
You sighed, "Have you really never fancied anyone?"
"Other than famous quidditch players I've never met, no."
"We can work with that, then. What's your type? Hair colour? Eyes? Height?"
"I don't know."
"You're useless," you shook your head, "Okay, I'm gonna set you up with Clearwater in Hogsmeade this weekend."
"What? You can't do that," he frowned at you.
"I can and I will. Get her flowers, pay for the food, all that mushy romantic stuff."
Wood groaned.
***
You sat in the courtyard, waiting for the carriages to return from Hogsmeade with students in tow. After much persuasion, you had managed to get both Wood and Clearwater to go on this date, and were anxious to learn the results of your meddling. So, when the line of chariots approached, you stood up and witnessed passengers begin to disembark.
Only, when you caught sight of the potential couple, Clearwater was storming away from Wood after throwing the flowers on the ground. She stomped right past you, muttering, "Thanks a lot, L/N."
Shocked, you turned to Wood, who was slowly nearing you.
"What the fuck did you do?" you asked.
"Apparently I spent the entire time talking about quidditch, and didn't ask her one question."
You stared at him incredulously.
"And, then, when she pointed that out, I said quidditch came before love."
At his words, you damn near face-palmed. "Fuckin' Azkaban, Wood."
"I was nervous, okay? And when I'm nervous, I think about quidditch."
"Right, we'll try this again. Only, I'll give you some guidance and prompts this time."
"Can we please stop this? I don't think dating's for me."
"You cannot conclude that after one date."
Wood rolled his eyes, "Fine."
***
Despite your extravagant and elaborate attempts to train Oliver Wood for his date with Arachwood, he once again failed spectacularly. Surprisingly, quidditch was not the issue this time— rather the fact that he accidentally let a door swing into her face and then kept walking without realising. For ten metres.
While Esmeralda was treated in the hospital wing, you were starting to wonder if Oliver truly was a hopeless case. It did not make sense to you, though, because he was handsome and athletic, he had a charming accent, and he was kind. At the end of the day, he had only one major red flag: his insane obsession with quidditch and everything that came with it. Having spent a lot of time with him now, you could safely say that ninety percent of what came out of his mouth had something to do with the sport.
The other ten percent was him complaining about your matchmaking schemes.
However, those schemes came to a vicious halt when the basilisk was successfully taken care of, with enough time left for all teams to prepare for a final quidditch tournament. All matches were to take place over the course of a week: Ravenclaw vs Slytherin, Gryffindor vs Hufflepuff, then winners played each other, and the losers did the same.
Needless to say, Oliver was ecstatic, and as he excitedly told you all of this, the words you had planned to say to him died in your throat. It warmed your heart to see him so truly happy, but it hurt at the same time. You had come to enjoy his company and his rants, and now you were going to lose them. That, and for some reason you felt salty that he had never once been that joyous around you.
"I just— I can't believe it," he beamed, "I have to gather the team right away. We can't stop practicing."
"Have fun," you half-smiled, but it was clear that your heart wasn't in it.
Oliver frowned, "What's up, lass? Something wrong?"
You shook your head, "Nothing, don't worry. Go, practice."
He still did not look like he believed you, but he nodded and left nonetheless, and you watched him walk away with a heavy heart and even heavier hurt.
***
Oh, you loved him.
The realisation hit you like a Killing Curse, as you listened to your dorm mate talk about her boyfriend like he was the greatest thing to ever happen. As she gushed and gushed, annoying your entire dorm, it dawned on you that you thought of Wood the exact same way she thought of her boyfriend. You had to fight the urge to join her by talking about him the same way, and such a conclusion made you sick to your stomach. Both out of the ickiness of viewing a man on such a high pedestal, but also because Wood was far too obsessed with quidditch to even consider you in a romantic light. You had witnessed firsthand how little interest he had in dating.
And now? Now your blossoming friendship would likely disappear into nothing as his time was once again taken up by his one true love. Maybe it was for the best. You probably wouldn't be able to get over him if you still spent time with him.
How had you fallen for him anyway? He was handsome, and intelligent, and funny, but you had zero proof that he had been listening to you when you talked about yourself. Never once had he overly expressed interest in your life and your hobbies.
Rowena, you were so stupid. A classic lovesick fool.
***
"L/N!" that achingly attractive voice called as you left your shared lesson, the first time he had spoken to you in a few days.
Unable to ignore him, you paused and turned around.
"You didn't come."
"Didn't come where?"
He frowned, "You didn't come to my match. We beat Hufflepuff— we're playing Slytherin for the Cup tomorrow."
You hummed, "Yeah, well, I'm not a Gryffindor or Hufflepuff. Why would I go?"
Wood appeared to contemplate your words for a few moments, "Yeah, but— I was playing."
You raised an eyebrow, trying your best to maintain a cool and unbothered façade. "So?"
"We're friends, aren't we?"
Friends. That word made you want to vomit. "Yeah, I— I guess. Sorry."
"You'll come tomorrow, won't you? Please."
"If I manage to finish my—"
"Ancient runes essay, yeah, I know. Godric, you've been going on about it for weeks."
You had actually only mentioned it twice before, and the fact he remembered was the smallest glimmer of hope that he did listen to you.
"How far off are you?"
"Oh, just the conclusion," you attempted to say casually, but the became distorted in your throat.
"Perfect, please come! It won't be the same without you."
You didn't see why, but found yourself agreeing.
***
The stands of the stadium were roaring with excitement and adrenaline, shaking the wooden structures as people chanted and jumped. Almost everyone was in attendance of this match, likely rejoicing in the basilisk fiasco being over and using the tournament as a celebration. You watched Wood as he hovered by the hoops, his careful eyes never leaving the quaffle that was being passed between the chasers.
Everyone knew that when it came to Slytherin vs Gryffindor, it was really Slytherin vs everyone. Nobody wanted the green house to win except the residents themselves.
Even when Slytherin took the lead in points, the buzz and hope of the opposition did not cease, as there was still Harry Potter— the best seeker that Hogwarts had seen in years. You knew that Wood put a lot of faith in the young boy, who had unknowingly reignited the hope of winning the Cup. And as pained as you were, seeing Wood so happy and passionate warmed your heart in a way nothing else could.
The Slytherin team scored again, and the cacophony of boos easily overpowered the minority of cheers. Wood looked frustrated beyond belief, evidently cursing himself for having let another goal through. But the match was not stopping, not until the snitch was caught.
Minutes stretched into hours, with both teams racking up points.
Finally, gasps littered throughout the stadium, the unmistakeable sign that the golden snitch had been spotted and was being pursued. For once, you pulled your eyes away from Wood, watching Potter and Malfoy engage in a furious chase for the tiny ball. They flew higher and higher up, the tension growing as the end of the match seemed to be in arm's reach.
The chase stopped.
Harry Potter proudly held up the shimmering glint of gold for the entire stadium to see.
And cheers erupted everywhere.
You quickly looked back at Wood, who looked nothing short of shellshocked as he took in the information that he had finally done it. He had accomplished one of his dreams. Eventually he snapped out of his shock, but as his teammates rushed to the ground to be presented with the trophy, Wood turned his attentions elsewhere. He was scanning the crowd for something— someone.
His eyes focused in your direction, and he darted over, hovering in front of you with the biggest smile you had ever seen him wear.
And then he kissed you with a force stronger than gravity, overwhelming every single one of your senses.
"You're the one I want," he spoke breathlessly.
"You're the one I want too," you replied without thinking.
summary: You make your arrival to Hogwarts, getting sorted into a house and meeting with your guide for the school year, Theodore Nott. Your first impressions of each other were...not the greatest to begin with.
author's note: The first installment to Love Through Foreign Exchange, hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Also, I hope everyone doesn't mind that I chose a house for the reader. When I was coming up with ideas for the series, I imagined the reader as a Ravenclaw would be fitting for the direction I wanted for this series. For some context, reader and Theo meet when they're in their sixth year at Hogwarts.
pairing: theodore nott x female!ravenclaw!reader
warning(s): brief mentions of smoking, mentions of bullying, italian translation may/may not be correct (google translated italian, forgive me in advance), poc reader (reader has brief mentions of asian features), theodore being arrogant, slytherin boys making assumptions, tension between theodore & reader, some angst, some comedy (?), let me know if I missed anything!
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In Slytherin's common room, Theodore lounged on one of the couches surrounded by his friends, a cigarette in-between his lips while he toyed around with the small lighter in his hands before lighting the cigarette up. Classes had finished up for the day and now was usually the time where students took advantage of finishing up their assignments or spent time with their friends. Theodore, of course, chose the second option. He placed a hand on one side of his temple, massaging it with the tips of his fingers slightly to ease the small headache that was beginning to form.
"Hey, has anyone heard about rumors of a foreign exchange student coming to Hogwarts?" Blaise announced as he makes his descent down the stairs to the common room.
"Of course I have," Draco replied, taking a seat on one of the comfortable, quilted chairs. "According to my father, they're doing a sorting ceremony for the student tonight."
"Malfoy knows everything," Lorenzo responded, lifting his head up from the book he had been reading. "Any clue where the student is from?"
Draco shrugged his shoulders in response. "Father didn't say, but we'll find out sooner or later. I'm in disbelief that they would do a sorting ceremony just for one person who isn't even a first year."
Theodore sat up from the couch, he could feel the throbbing in his head beginning to feel worse than usual. Taking the cigarette out, he put it out and placed it in the ashtray by one of the small tables before sauntering into his room.
"Oi, Nott! Where are you going?" Mattheo called out to him.
"Got a headache," Theodore answered him, turning his head to his crew of friends. "Wake me up before the ceremony starts."
They all nodded in unison and Theodore turned back to the direction of his dorm. He opened the door and once he got inside, he closed the door behind him and immediately lied down on his bed. He didn't bother to change out of his uniform, as all the student would have to be present for the sorting ceremony in the Great Hall anyway and there was no point in changing out of his uniform.
You gazed out of the window of the carriage that stopped at the grand entrance of Hogwarts Castle, your father opened the carriage door, holding his hand out for your mother to exit first. Once your mother exited the carriage, your father did the same with you and you happily took his hand as you stepped out of the carriage.
"The castle is more vast when you're standing in front of it," you mentioned as you stood in front of the entrance of Hogwarts Castle in awe. "This is where you and dad met each other, right?"
"That's right," your mother replied with a warm smile. "Your father and I were once foreign exchange students here as well many years ago. We met when we were about the same age as you."
"And since we're going to be around England and Scotland for work," you father added. "Your mother and I thought that bringing you here would be a great opportunity for you, not only to make friends, but to have a similar experience like us like you've always dreamed of."
You smiled at your parents before turning your attention back to the castle. However, you pursed your lips and let out a shallow breath while you fiddled with your sweating hands. As ecstatic as you felt going to a new school in a new country, a small part of you lingered at the thought of your parents not being able to be by your side. After all, this wasn't your typical school in the human world, you are in the world of magic, a world that you've never stepped foot in before...until now.
"Do you think she's going to be okay?" your mother inquired to your father when she took note of your shaking hands you biting the inside of your cheek. "She's going to be in the wizarding world by herself, what if something happens to her and we're not there when it happens?"
"Don't worry, our daughter will be fine," your father assured your mother. "I personally requested the headmaster to find a guide for her during her stay in Hogwarts. She is an intelligent girl, I'm sure she'll be able to grasp the concept of magic in no time with the help of her guide and the professors. Our daughter is growing up as well, we should give her some independence, no?"
"It's not—" your mother began before letting out a sigh in agreement. "Well, I suppose I am worrying a little too much now. You're right, this is a good time to give her some independence. I should have some faith in our daughter."
Due to your mother and father's job under the Ministry of Foreign Affairs in your country, you never got to stay in your home country as often. As soon as you were born, your parents brought you with them during their travels. Their job often requested them to travel to different countries for diplomatic matters which in turn, gave you the benefits of seeing the rest of the world and picking up English quickly as a child, along with a couple other languages from the countries you've visited over the years with your parents. However, even with the benefits of visiting other countries and learning new languages, you never actually left your mother and your father's side, especially not for long periods of time.
Your parents then turned their attention to you, your father approached you, he knelt down as he gently took a hold of both of your hands into his.
"It's time," your father stated firmly, with a hint of warmth in his tone. "If you ever need your mother and I, you can always send us a letter and we'll be here."
Your mother stood next to you on your left, one hand on your shoulder as her other hand smooths out your hair.
"Remember to make friends while you're here as well," she reminded you, her voice as gentle like the quiet sound of a river's flow. "This time, your father and I won't be here with you, but that's where your friends come in and make this place feel like home when you truly feel homesick."
You nodded, your eyes watering at your mother and father's words. Your father let go of your hands and wiped the incoming tears from your eyes.
"You're going to be alright," he assured you as he used his thumbs to wipe the remnants of your tears. "Now, come on. We don't want you to be late for the sorting ceremony."
The evening soon arrived with all the students making their way inside of the Great Hall, Theodore himself included along with his group of friends. They took their seats in their usual spot at Slytherin's table as more students continued to make their entrance and take their seats at their table.
Murmurs from the corridors began to make its way into the Great Hall about the new foreign exchange student. It was unheard of for Hogwarts to take in a foreign exchange student to even begin with, the thought of it being unconceivable by all means.
Speaking of, word about said foreign exchange student began to spread through the school like wildfire. Without intention, Theodore's ears caught a few of the murmurs from the students from the different houses and his own table.
"I heard that her parents are well off, won't surprise me if she ends up in Slytherin. Those who grew up wealthy tend to be cruel like Malfoy and his friends."
"She might be different, she's from a different country. Perhaps she doesn't let her wealth or her family's status define who she is."
"She's a pretty girl, I only saw a glimpse of her when she entered the school."
"I heard her parents also attended Hogwarts at some point as well. Not sure if that's just rumors or if it's true."
'Whatever the rumors are, she's just another student at the end of the day,' Theodore thought to himself, his chin resting on his palm. 'Don't know what the fuss is about this special foreign exchange girl.'
Once all the students finally entered the Great Hall and were all seated at their respective house table, the professors and school staff took their seats at the High Table when the Great Hall's grand doors opened. All of the students murmurs fell silent when you stepped inside of the Great Hall, their eyes glued onto you as you stride towards the High Table. You wore an elegant, white blouse with a black satin bow at the collar of the blouse paired with a black tweed blazer along with a black A-line skirt that fell right above your knees, the heels of your black loafers clicking on the stone floors with much practiced grace.
Theodore, being the reserved and observant type, couldn't help but stare at you. You conducted yourself in a poised manner that didn't feel forced, there wasn't even a mishap in your steps toward the High Table. As he continued staring at you, Theodore felt a nudge on his arm, only to be met with Mattheo smirking at him.
"Mate, you're turning red," Mattheo whispered to him teasingly.
"Stai zitto," Theodore murmured, rolling his eyes him before returning his attention back to you. (Shut up).
Professor McGonagall stood up from her seat, the sorting hat in her hands as she sauntered over next to the stool that you were going to sit on for the sorting ceremony. Once you reached the High Table, Professor McGonagall silently gestured for you to take a seat on the stool. As soon as you sat down, Headmaster Dumbledore stood from his seat.
"Students, I'm sure all of you are disoriented about having another sorting ceremony when classes have already begun," Dumbledore announced, his eyes engaging with all of the students within the Great Hall. "However, after much discussion with the staff, this student is given an exception considering her unique circumstances. Now, let the sorting ceremony begin!"
Dumbledore proceeded to take his seat again after his announcement, then Professor McGonagall approached you with the sorting hat, gently placing it on your head.
"Ravenclaw!" The Sorting Hat declared immediately.
The students seated at Ravenclaw's table clapped and cheered in unison and Professor McGonagall removed the hat off of your head as you walked off the High Table to join the Ravenclaw students at their table. Theodore watched from a distance with his usual brooding stare as you happily mingled with the other Ravenclaw students.
"She wears such lavish clothing, meaning her family is truly well off," Draco remarked, his arms crossed against his chest. "It's a shame that she didn't end up getting sorted into Slytherin."
"Well, she doesn't seem like the type to be cunning or ambitious," Mattheo added, resting his chin on the palm of his hand. "Even if she got sorted into Slytherin by a sliver chance, she would have a hard time fitting in with the likes of us."
Theodore nodded in agreement and just before he could reply to his friend's comments, he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder. He turned around and was greeted by Professor McGonagall.
"Headmaster Dumbledore has requested you to meet with him in his office after everyone has been dismissed to their common rooms," she explains. "He would like to ask a favor of you. An important favor."
Theodore's eyebrows raised, his lips parted slightly with widened eyes at the sudden request. After the small shock, he cleared his throat. "A—Alright, I'll be there."
Inside of Dumbledore's office, you were seated on a quilted chair in front of Dumbledore's ornate desk, patiently waiting for the person who would be your guide for the school year. The doors to Dumbledore's office creaked open, soft footsteps entering inside the office and stopping to close the door.
You turned in your seat to see who entered, a tall, young male student dressed in House Slytherin's uniform around your age had entered the office. For a moment, you felt your heart skip a few beats and it seemed as if time had froze when your (E/C) eyes met with his cool, piercing silver eyes that whispered a trace of blue.
You've met your fair share of attractive students before. However, something about his aura was different from the ones you've encountered. His dark, chestnut curls fell in his eyes effortlessly, his visage remaining stoic as he's sauntering over to where you're sitting. His aura seemed unapproachable, yet with that unapproachable aura he radiated, there was a sense of self-assurance within him and something else you couldn't pinpoint...
"So, you must be the new Ravenclaw girl?"
Your thoughts came to a sudden halt when you realized that the male student's face was mere inches away from yours. You blinked as you distanced yourself slightly from him.
"Yes," you replied, clearing your throat as you backed away in your seat as far as you could. "Have you heard of a little personal space?"
His cold eyes widened, one brow arched when he finally heard you speak for the first time. "Your English...it's not bad."
Your eyebrows raised slightly as you blinked again, your ears picked up on the male student's accent. It was clear as day that he wasn't born and raised in England at all with his heavy accent when he spoke. Was he also a foreign exchange student like you?
"Yours isn't bad either. Let me guess...are you from Italy?"
"Oh, you're a smart one," he answered, giving you a look of haughty disdain. "A little too smart for my taste."
Before you could part your lips to argue with him, Headmaster Dumbledore cleared his throat. The clearing of his throat echoing within the confides of the office, you both glanced up as he slowly descended from the stairs.
"Ah, seems like you two have already been acquainted," Dumbledore remarked with a gentle smile, sauntering over to his desk to take his seat in front of you. "Miss Y/N L/N, meet your guide for the school year, Theodore Nott."
You and Theodore turned your heads toward each other for a brief second, then turning back to face Dumbledore with bulging eyes.
"H—Him? As my guide?"
"Me? To be her guide?"
"Yes, it's a request by your parents that you should have a guide for the school year since you're enrolled as a sixth year student," Dumbledore explains to you before turning his head to Theodore. "As for you, Theodore, you are assigned to be her guide for the school year. To make arrangements simple, both of you will have the same classes together."
There was a long pause after Dumbledore spoke, the air suddenly felt awkward and tense as you and Theodore exchanged looks of grimace towards each other before turning away. The awkward tension would be relieved when a soft knock resonated at the door.
"Come in!" Dumbledore announced to whomever was at the door.
The office door once again creaked open, revealing a female Ravenclaw student peaking her head through the door. She had dark, long straight hair with bangs that fell right at her eyebrows, her warm, light neutral complexion was a contrast to her dark hair and eyes.
"Is the new Ravenclaw student ready to head to the common room?" she inquired.
"Oh yes," Dumbledore answered, turning his attention to you. "You are excused now Y/N, Cho will lead you to Ravenclaw's common room and dorms. She too, is a fellow Ravenclaw just like you."
You nodded as you stood up from your seat. "Thank you, Headmaster."
Bidding farewell to Theodore and Dumbledore one last time, you hurried out of Dumbledore's office with Cho. As soon as you were out in the corridors of the castle, Cho extended her hand out to you.
"I'm Cho Chang, a fellow Ravenclaw," she greets you. "Pleasure to meet you."
You smiled at the Ravenclaw girl, taking her hand and shaking it firmly. "Pleasure to meet you as well, Cho. I'm Y/N L/N."
She returned the smile, both of you letting go of each other's hand. "Come now, everyone is dying to meet you," Cho expressed, her lips still curled up into a joyful smile. "I'm sure you're dying to meet everyone too."
"I am," you beamed at her. "It's a fresh start in a new school and country, I should take this chance to meet the other students."
Without wasting another second, you and Cho sped through the corridors of the castle all the way up to Ravenclaw's Tower. Upon entering the common room, all of the Ravenclaw students immediately welcomed you with open arms.
'Perhaps this isn't too bad after all,' you thought to yourself. 'So far, everyone in my House has been open-minded and kind-hearted. Unlike someone else...'
Entering Slytherin's common room, Theodore could hear the clear bantering of his friends. He walks down the stairs and makes his way over to the lounging area where his group of friends were.
"Nott!" Draco called out to him as Theodore takes a seat on one of the couches. "Why did McGonagall tell you to meet up with Dumbledore?"
Theodore let out a scornful snort. "Out of all the other students, I am going to be the new student's guide for the school year. I don't even know why they asked me."
Deep down, Theodore knew why. When he arrived to Hogwarts as a first year, he was once in your shoes. Suddenly getting thrusted into a new country and a new school felt overwhelming for one at such a young, tender age. At times, Theodore could still hear the faint laughter of other students making fun of him for his accent or for the way he did certain things. Several painful memories that would still haunt him if he lingered on about it for too long, but he pushed those memories and feelings down (or so he thought).
"That's a surprise, given that our reputation doesn't stand well with the other houses," Lorenzo pointed out. "I'm surprised that Dumbledore chose you out of all the other students."
"Right," Blaise chimed in, leaning his back against the quilted chair he sat on. "I would've expected someone like Potter or Chang to do the job."
"Chang did escort her to Ravenclaw's common room," Theodore clarified. "She came by Dumbledore's office to get her."
Mattheo leaned forward from his chair, locking eyes with Theodore's with a knowing look and a smirk curling up his lips. "I saw the way your face flushed when you saw her in the Great Hall, Nott. You fancy her, don't you?"
Theodore rolled his eyes as he scoffed at Mattheo's words as his friends started hollering. "I do not fancy her. She's too intelligent for my liking. I'll be her guide until the end of the school year, just a chore that I need to do for Dumbledore and the girl and I'll be done for good. Simple as that."
The solace he never knew he needed. (Cedric Diggory x Fem! Reader)
Summary: Cedric just wanted to have some peace from all the expectations of being a triwizard champion. Although he didn't expect to finally get the chance to speak with the girl he had always wanted to since the very beginning.
Word Count: 1.4k
Warnings: Nothing much, just Fluff and Cedric being a tease. Author's first language is not English so there might be errors. Hope I did justice to Cedric's character.
A/N: I wrote this while listening to Radio by Bershy. Also for this fic, Cedric never died and they lived happily ever after hehe ☺️🤭.
The noise was too much. Cedric needed a place, a quiet place. Ever since he was chosen as the Triwizard champion of hogwarts, the noise grew louder as he was often crowded wherever he went. He didn't mind it before, but this time it was different.
It was in the evening after classes were finished, as he roamed around the castle just to get some peace and quiet. His pace wasn't rushed. Instead, it was very steady. He allowed himself to observe the surroundings and take note of the little things, and it was soothing. Before, he even realised he was outside by the Black Lake. He thought to himself that maybe he should stop walking and head back, but he didn't. There was no one to be sighted and he prefered it that way for now.
Just then, from the corner of his eye, he caught on to a figure. You looked familiar, and he couldn't pinpoint how, and from the looks of it, you looked annoyed. You were pacing around as if you were searching for something. He also noticed how quiet you were. He would've recognised any footsteps nearby, but he didn't hear any. He could also see how you didn't realize he was close by, too.
For some reason, Cedric's body began to move before he could even think twice about it. He also realised how you were about to literally head to the forest. Before you could proceed, you were interrupted by a tap on your shoulder. Cedric grinned at how you visibly jumped a little, startled. He chuckled, "I am so sorry! I didn't mean to startle you, are you alright?"
"Oh, me?" You pointed as you looked around. Cedric stared back slightly amused, then nodded. He realised who you were. You were his batchmate! He remembers you both sharing classes and always wanting to strike up a conversation with you, but never got the chance to.
Now seems the perfect one.
"Oh wait, I- I am so sorry that was - Yes, yes, I am doing fine actually, wait, why am I lying? Oh -" you replied as you closed your eyes in frustration. You tried not to look rude to him, but given the circumstance, you were a little stressed. And Cedric being here was like adding salt to the wound. He was your crush for merlin's sake, and you were sure you looked so stupid with that reply you gave. If only you could catch that darm niffler-
"You look like you need some help. Would you mind if I offered some?"
You looked at his face in slight disbelief before nodding, "That... would be very helpful, it's just that there is this niffler that stole this very precious necklace I got from my grandmother, who also got it from her mother, which would mean my great moth- I am so sorry for rambling-"
"No, I actually don't mind."
"You're just saying that."
"No, no, I am being serious, really!"
You squinted your eyes a little in mock suspicion. Before shrugging a little, "Then if you wouldn't mind, can you please help me find the niffler?"
"I certainly wouldn't mind." He grinned, and you took a deep breath, desperately trying not to blush.
The two of you searched high and low for this creature, all the while you both grew closer than you could realise. Cedric couldn't help but find you adorable. He was amused at how your lips would pout slightly searching. Why did he suddenly feel like he wanted to wash it away?
You almost wanted to give up. For today. You both took a break as you sat down by a tree facing the lake. You sighed, "I am so sorry, I must've been wasting your time."
"Not really, to be honest, I like this. I have been wanting some quiet for a while."
"We were literally stressing over this niffler a while ago. I doubt that was some tranquillity you were looking for today."
"A change of pace, maybe?"
"I suppose if you put it that way..." You replied as you both stared ahead. Silence enveloped, not that it was awkward but comforting. You then continued after a moment, "So...Congratulations on being hogwarts chosen champion, I suppose you're ready than ever?"
"Oh, thank you, and maybe for the trials, but certainly wasn't ready for these...noises?"
"Noises?"
"All these attention that i've been getting are too... suffocating for my liking ... was the very reason I decided to head outside." Cedric confessed mindlessly, glancing at you while you reacted with an "Oh..."
"Yeah, Oh."
"Well then, I hope you are feeling better now,
...or did I worsen it by dragging you into this hunt?" You asked sheepishly suddenly, feeling bad for the hufflepuff champion, but then you met with a chuckle, instantly relieving you of your past thought. Cedric shook his head, "Nope. Oh, by the way, this was etching in my mind, so I wanted to ask, were you the one who stomped on Toby Silver's foot during our first year?"
"Wha..."
"It was particularly on a weekend, I remember -"
"Wait -
"It was you. Wasn't it!"
"Oh lord..." You groaned with hands covering your face as you remembered the event, very vividly. The only reason you did it was because the boy had been rude to Cedric when they were all first years. Obviously, He would've remembered such events. He wanted you to know how you made his whole week then. You confessed, trying not to smile, "It was only because that boy was being rude to you, you don't, I mean, no one deserves to be treated like that!"
Cedric laughed at your outburst, which you couldn't help but giggle, his laugh being contagious. What you didn't know was that little Cedric's heart at the time couldn't help but flutter a little when you defended him. He replied, looking at you with an endearance in his eyes , "Well, I've wanted you to know that I am very grateful for defending me like that. Truly."
You couldn't help but blush a little all of a sudden before realising Cedric was right in front of you. You turned to face the lake, but it was too late. He saw it. He couldn't help but realise all of a sudden you've gotten beautiful even more if that was even possible. He wants more of this, more of you, even though not much time was spent together. He couldn't help but want to inch closer, but perhaps maybe it was too early for it.
Slow wind blew by as you both hoped this moment couldn't end. Moments later, you two would have to get up and continue with whatever was left behind; your responsibilities and whatnot. Your heart beats in nervousness as you feared that Cedric might not speak to you after now. You hoped that wouldn't be true. your heart did a silent prayer for that. You suddenly felt how your Crush on him felt more...meaningful and deep after today. You gazed at him before speaking, "If you don't mind, I'd like to keep talking to you, I don't want to act as if nothing happened today and move one, if you don't mind of course."
Cedric was slightly taken aback, and for a moment, you thought that maybe you overstepped. Before you could say anything, Cedric grinned as he slowly stood up and offered you a hand as if he was asking for a dance at a royal ball, "I wouldn't want nothing more, milady."
"Milady?!?"
"Should I not say that, Milady?"
"Oh you -" you hissed mockingly as you took his hand with burning cheeks. You desperately tried to hide your flustered state, but it wasn't possible. You puffed your cheeks before mumbling, "I feel as if you are going to be the death of me."
Cedric couldn't help but smile at you while you reciprocated the same energy shyly. You couldn't help but notice that time had indeed passed quickly while the two of you were out. You sighed, "I guess that we might have to head back before it's too late. Might have to resume tomorrow..."
"I believe that won't be necessary."
"Huh?"
And behold, Cedric is pulling out the very necklace that you had been searching high and low for. You gaped, wondering how it was even possible, and that question was quickly answered," It was lying closer to the woods, actually. "
"But, wait, how did you even know that was mine?"
"Because I've seen you wearing it."
"So this entire time we've been wasting time -"
"I wouldn't call it wasting time, Milady?! Do you really hold low regard for our time spent together?"
"Cedric!"
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