summary: one evening, you are approached by a gryffindor student who you’d beaten in a match in the dueling club. they attack you and draco takes you to the infirmary. he waits for the nurse to patch you up before taking you back to the slytherin common room.
content: injuries, stitches, draco being mean (not to you), no clearly stated relationship, crabbe and goyle
┈─ note; i have not watched/read harry potter in a while, so i apologize if some of this is inaccurate or out of character.
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“Ouch…” you winced at the nurse who’d been stitching your cut.
“Be careful!” Draco yelled at the nurse, “Or I’ll have my father get you fired!”
“Draco!” you scolded him, settling for a glare as you couldn’t move from your seat on the infirmary bed, or else you’d disrupt the nurses’ work.
This evening, a Gryffindor student had challenged you to a duel outside of school hours, claiming that you’d cheated in your previous one against them in dueling class. You knew dueling without supervision was prohibited, so you denied them. However, they didn’t want to take no for an answer. They used a banishing charm on you, making you hit the back of your head on a stone pillar— and Draco had been there to witness it. The only reason he didn’t cause a scene was that Crabbe and Goyle advised him not to. Instead, he took you to the infirmary. At least Gryffindor would lose points.. and maybe you’d gain some points for Slytherin for not fighting back.
“S-sorry,” the nurse apologized, “I’m finished now.” The nurse pulled away from you, and you reached behind your head to feel the stitches. You winced from the feeling.
Draco looked at you with frustration. “Why didn’t you defend yourself?”
“It’s better than costing Slytherin some points..” Crabbe murmured behind him.
Draco abruptly turned around. “Did I say you could follow us here? Get out!” He shooed them away, and you watched them hurriedly run out the doors. After they left, it was only you, Draco, and the nurse in the infirmary.
Draco shifted into your line of sight again. “I won’t let that Gryffindor get away with this. I’ll tell my father, and—“
“No, no—“ you cut him off. “It’s not a big deal. Just leave it.”
“How? You were attacked by a Gryffindor!”
“The school will handle the punishment.” You insisted, “There’s no need to bring your father into it.”
Draco paused. He opened his mouth to say something but he couldn’t think of anything. You sighed and grabbed your bag from where you had let it sit on the bed beside you.
“..Don’t think I’m going to let this slide though,” Draco muttered. “No one can attack you and get away with it— especially not a Gryffindor.”
You stood up from the bed and hung your back on your shoulder. “Don’t do anything stupid. The school will deduct points from them anyway.”
Draco huffed. He gave the nurse a glance before guiding you to the doors with a hand on your back. When you exited the infirmary, Crabbe and Goyle were still waiting outside.
“Why are you just waiting around?” Draco snapped at them. “Go away!”
So they ran away again.
Draco turned to face you and let his hand fall from your back. “Is your head fine? Or do you need to lie down?”
“It’s fine.. just hurts a little,” you told him.
“Alright,” he nodded. “I’ll take you back to the common room so you can rest.”
The two of you started walking down the hall and towards the common room, when Draco spoke again. “Once you’re up for it, how about we go to Hogsmeade?”
It took you a bit to process what he asked, and it seemed he took that as a bad sign.
“Unless it’s a bad time for me to be asking—“
“No, no,” you stopped him. “I’d be happy to go.. just likely not today. Not sure I’ll be up for it.”
He let out a shaky exhale as he nodded, trying to hide the smile that crept onto his face. “Alright, tomorrow then?”
“Sure, tomorrow,” you nodded. “That is, if I’m not attacked again.”
You managed to pull a laugh from him as you continued your walk to the common room.
Description: Theo yearns for you, and yet you can't help but push him away, until you can't anymore
fluff
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It was hard to resist the charm of Theodore Nott.
sitting still, almost breathless, the innocence of charms class, passing by the minute.
Except it wasn't, because time stands still when Theodore's eyes constantly find yours.
You push your hair back, you adjust in your seat, you draw on the spine of your empty page, anything to avoid the twinkle in his eye.
It shouldn't be that easy to make you swoon, you think as the heat rises to your cheeks, 'go away teddy,' you wish you could say as you let out a huff of breath you didn't know you were holding in.
Finally dismissed, you practically fly out of the classroom, head down, avoiding those rich chocolate eyes that feel like they can read your every thought.
You think you've escaped him as you head down the crowded corridor, that is, until you feel a hand slide to the small of your back, and your books slipping from your hands to his, theo.
"I can carry them myself" you insist, your hands reaching back for your books
"Don't protest, just relax and let me help you" he lips melting into a smile that almost makes you allow his little act of service
"mhm hmm", you almost tease, forcing the books away from his grip
"Back where they belong" you mutter, holding the hardcovers to your chest
"Are you coming to Hogs this weekend?" he asks, jogging a few paces ahead so he can fully face you
"Theodore you have defence now and I have herbology, you're walking the wrong way" you reply, avoiding actually answering him
"Oh, so you do pay attention, you know what I have next?" he laughs "I'm glad, I thought I was going crazy trying to get you to notice me" he continues
You'd be caught, but it wasn't enough to give in
"Please, Theodore, I only know what you have next because you were complaining so loudly in the common room last night, I think our whole house knows your schedule by now" you say, turning the corner.
He should've made way to his class by now, he will be late, so when you stop walking, he halts in unison, you drop your books down on a nearby ledge, and gently but quickly place your hands on his shoulders, turning him around to set his route straight
"That way" you tilt your head in the direction of his class, releasing your hands from him, he almost flinches like you had just given him everything and then taken away the universe.
You keep walking, looking back to where Theodore remains still, staring.
You shake your head.
You also shake down your smile.
By the time the day was over, you headed to the common room, where you find him instantly, fighting with his lighter to start his cigarette with no success, you watch him closly as he drops to the floor by the fireplace, caustiouly leaning into the fire, the cigrartte that hangs from his mouth catches and ignites, he rolls over away from the fire, his hands moving to rest behind his head
"Hi" he smiles, smoke crowding his face
"Thats a dangerous act you just pulled, Theodore", you say rising your brows in disapproval
Before he could reply, Pansys stormed in and slumped into the couch beside you
"You're a real piece of work Theodore" she grits
"A sexy piece of work" Mattheo jokes, nudging Theo's leg before dropping into the single armchair
Pansy rolls her eyes, "What did he do now?" Blaise asks, placing a quick kiss on her cheek before settling with an arm around her
"I've got detention, because I didn't finish my project, because my partner didn't show up to class, and the work was too much for one person to finish" she says, eyes wide as she stares at theodore
"If looks could kill, Pans" Enzo laughs
"Oh Theodore, when will you learn" Draco disaproves standing above Theo
"I didn't go to class because someone" he says, looking directly at you, while you still look like a deer in headlights
"Ran away from me again, why do you run?" he says softly, head tilted, eyes dreamy
"I don't run!" you blurt defensively
"Right, I'm sorry, you flee". He says his hand is clenching his heart
"I do not" your whole body on fire and all eyes watching you
You're ripped out of your trance as pansys arm smacks your shoulder
"I knew you had something to do with it, ughhh!" she complains
"I'm innocent!" you deflect slapping her back, Blaise stuck in the crossfire
"You are not. I skipped class and smoked two packs of cigarettes to try and mend my broken heart" Theo sighs, finally standing up
"There you go, Pans, just explain that to Snape that Theos is heartbroken and all will be well" Enzo smiles
Pansy narrows her eyes between the two of you. “If I fail this term because he’s in love, I will hex you all.”
“I’m not in love,” Theo says instantly.
Too instantly.
Mattheo makes a noise of disbelief. “You wrote her initials in the condensation on the window this morning.”
“That was absent-minded,” Theo snaps.
“That was humiliating,” Draco corrects.
You stare at him.
His jaw tightens, just slightly. A crack in the performance.
“You’re all very dramatic,” you say
“No,” Theo replies quietly. “I’m very patient.”
You take a shaky breath, gathering yourself to leave
"Where are you going?" Theo says too close
"Back to my dorm" You say, walking away
"See! Fleeing!" Theodore calls out behind you, it makes you stop, you turn around faster than you intended, until you're once again face to face with sweet teddy bear nott
"I do not flee." Your face is wearing a serious expression
"You've done it twice just today" he challenges, inching closer
"What do you want from me Theo?" you say sternly
“I want you to stop pretending you don’t feel it.” he returns
“You look at me like I’ve done something terrible,” he continues softly. “Like I’ve unsettled you.”
“You have,” you whisper, forgetting the room wasn't full of your friends
Good,” he says, voice barely above the crackle of the fire. “Because you’ve ruined me.”
Mattheo groans loudly, breaking the silence, but not the tension, “Merlin, this is nauseating.”
Draco throws himself onto the sofa. “If he starts reciting poetry, I’m transferring.”
Theo doesn’t break eye contact.
“I missed class because I couldn’t stand the idea of you avoiding me again,” he admits. “I thought if I skipped it, at least I’d have an excuse to be miserable.”
"Merlin Theo, I can't win with you" you sigh, pushing past him back towards your dorm
"No, I can't win with you" he huffs
"Actually, I'm the real loser, with detention, if you two needed the reminder" Pansy calls out, waving her hands
"Shut it Pans" Theo says, lighting another smoke, watching you disappear into the stairs
"Smoking that much is going to kill you" Blaise warns him
"That's not what's going to kill me" he says, inhaling
It's quiet in your room, hours have past and you wish you could stop thinking about him. Your legs move before you can stop yourself, too quickly, until you reach the heavy wooden door of Theo's dorm.
You knock too hard, you can hear his footsteps and his hand reaching and twisting the doorknob
"Hi", you say breathless
"You're out of breath" he almost laughs
"Well, I ran" you almost laugh
"Classic" he snorts
You search his face, you find his eyes, as they bore into you and before you can say anything else, you step forward and kiss him.
You kiss him gently, he kisses you back as if he doesn't, he would drop dead, he doesn't pull away, when you do, you rest your hands on his chest.
Your mouth opens to explain, but he interrupts, placing pecks on your lips
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
You almost laugh into the fifth one.
"You really are a runner", he can't help his aching smile
“No more cigarettes for heartbreak,” you say quietly.
“No more running,” he smirks
“Deal.” You smile in return as he wraps his arm around your shoulder, moving you both into his dorm.
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imagine Draco pulling you into a secluded area before a Quidditch match, tugging at your arm to pull you towards him, the muffling roar of the crowd in the background. He smirks, his Quidditch kit half-fastened, eyes gleaming with mischief.
"You honestly thought you could sneak by in Slytherin green and not say good luck to your favorite player? For shame, L/N."
"Favorite?" You snort. "I was heading towards Zabini right now."
He rolls his eyes, barely hiding a grin forming on his lips, "Hilarious."
The air is loud, shouts and cheers grow as the crowd gathers. The muffled rumble of the announcer's voice echoes through the field, heightening the electric pre-game tension.
"Aww don't be jealous now, Malfoy." You tease, pinching his cheeks with a smile.
"Me?" he swats your hand away, "Jealous of Zabini? Never. I just want you cheering for the right guy- loudly. And you-" He leans in closer, "owe me a good luck kiss. House rules."
"Is that for every girl that's passing by or just a privileged honor?" You tilt your head raising an eyebrow, leaning back slightly to further the distance between you.
"Just yours," His smirk grows, stepping closer anyways. "Other girls can settle for an autograph- they're not nearly as distracting."
"Oh but I am?"
Draco's voice lowers, his lips barely a breath from yours, "Completely. More dangerous than any Bludger. I'll be thinking about you every time I touch the broom."
"Which broom?" You tease, tilting you head.
He laughs under his breath, "Don't start what you can't finish, L/N. You know exactly what I mean."
You giggle, tilting your head down, cheeks pink,
"Now, am I getting my good luck or not?" He slides his hand behind your back, pulling you closer. You reach your hand into your pocket pulling out a chocolate frog holding it against his chest,
"Here." He glances down, laughing softly as he sees the sweet treat.
"Really pulling out all the stops, huh?"
"Ribbit," you smile.
The blonde bites back a grin, plucking the frog from your hand, "You're ridiculous- and absolutely my favorite."
You giggle, your cheeks growing hot by the second, "You can get a better reward later- when you win." You trail a finger down his chest patting it twice before you turn to leave.
He catches your hand, pressing a quick kiss to your knuckles before letting go, voice soft but burning with confidence, "Watch me."
CW: Blood is kind of vividly described, slightly obsessed/dirty minded Theo
Theo entered the Great Hall grumbling.
He sat down grumbling.
And he glared at his utensils grumbling.
You share a look with Pansy, curious and amused, "Theo? What s'a matter?" you ask, leaning in to speak quietly.
The smooth, albeit grumpy italian falling from his lips trails into silence as he glances at your shared friends, unsure whether or not he was willing to tell you - and realistically speaking, the others - about the frankly humiliating situation that had him in such a foul mood.
He knew he was probably being dramatic, but he'd never fucked up like he had this time, and a part of him was deeply - though probably unreasonably -embarassed."Tell you later" he mumbles, his right hand picking up his fork as he stabs at the beans on his plate.
He ignores the questioning looks of the others, the stinging, and most of the loud conversations in the great hall as he keeps his left hand firmly beneath the table, wiping blood on the low hem of his white uniform shirt. He'd never cared much for it anyway, this way he had a reason to wear something other than the stuffy hogwarts shirts in the hot classrooms.
So perhaps there was somewhat of a silverlining to the situation he found himself in.
Eventually, students begin to trickle out of the Great Hall and towards their prefect or head duties, or their common rooms - You and Theodore amongst them - he hesitates as you both enter the slytherin common room, gently grasping your wrist and leading you up to your own dorm. Your first aid kit never stung as much as his, perhaps because you got the good products, and none of them were expired, which he wasn't particularly aching to hear about the riviting affects of not taking proper care of his bumps and scrapes for a third time this month.
He also really didn't want you questioning the flowers tossed (delicately placed) alongside the thin drips of red against his green covers.
"Theo?" you mumble, letting him lead you along as he continues hiding his left hand from your view. He doesn't answer, stopping only to drop your wrist and open your dorm door, you allow him to tug you wordlessly into your dorms bathroom, repating yourself.
"Teddy?"
He groans, reluctantly showing you his hand, blood dripping down his fingertips from the mean cut along the back of his pointer and middle fingers, he'd bled a decent bit, but the drips were more of an occasional trickle of red against his tan skin. "I.. fuck- I got distracted dethorning roses in herbology" he mumbles, refusing to meet your eyes as you guide his fingers over the sink, running a gentle stream of warm water over his bloodied fingers, the watery red dripping down your palm as he watches, something about it making his jaw tick.
"Why were you dethorning roses? I thought you were meant to be trimming venemous tentacula?"
For you.
For your halloween - or, really autumn solstice - ball outfit you'd been mentioning to Pansy that morning at breakfast.
That's exactly what he didn't say.
Couldn't say.
"I did, and then I got bored" he grumbles, itallian accent thick as he winces, watching you clean out the jagged marks along his fingers with your own before gently drying them off. The bleeding has entirely stopped now, but it still stings terribly as you disinfect them, getting ready to place two fresh bandaids over them. He pulls back his hand slightly, and it makes you pause.
"Do you want me to kiss them? So they get better?" you ask quietly, your fingers tacing his palm soothingly.
He swallows the lump in his throat, his baby brown eyes dropping to your lips.
"That works?" he nearly croaks. Fuck - if Mattheo could see him now he'd have a fit. Maybe he'd laugh so hard he'd choke and die so Theo wouldn't have to kill him for it.
You nod softly, gently tugging at his sleeve. "Mhm, my mum used to do it when I was little" you tilt your head.
"Yeah, s'alright then" he grumbles, just trying not to sound like he was about to lose his mind over the fact she was going to fucking kiss it better.
Shit, maybe he should ask Mattheo to punch him in the dick.
You press gentle kisses to both cuts, wrapping bandaids around his fingers after.
"All better" you hum, smiling up at him.
He nods stiffly, his newly fixed up hand tangling into your hair as he guides your head to his chest in a hug. "Thanks, doc, 'nything else I gotta do?" he mumbles, mostly joking. He'd do anything for you, maybe that was a part of the reason he was so fucked in the head, 'cause he couldn't get you out of it.
"Mh, just be careful, Teddy" you huff, and he has to hold back a groan. He had to leave before you called him that again, before you said anything that would make him want to drag you to your bed and make you ruin your sheets.
"I will, I gotta go meet Mattheo, love" he lies through his teeth. He needs a smoke before he goes fucking crazy. He places a lingering kiss to the top of your head before bidding you goodnight and leaving the girls dorms.
There wasn't a lot of things you loved more than your friends, but perhaps the way Theodores low murmur of italian slips through his lips against your forehead could be one of them.
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He's driving himself fucking mad, the memory of your lips against his ripped open skin replaying in his mind like a fucking charmed camera had snapped in his brain at the perfect moment.
His knee bounces quickly as he sits with Mattheo and Draco, blowing through cigarettes like they're candy straws. You'd given him candy straws once - muggle ones he'd split with you. He'd taken the lemon, cherry, and blue raspberry ones and you'd kept the rest.
"Fucking hell, spit it out- before you drive us up the wall with you" Draco mumbles, flicking his cigarette butt over the side of the astronomy tower, and it makes him glare. You didn't like when people did that, it was why he stopped.
"I can't get her outta my fuckin' head" Theodore breathes, inhaling the poison into his lungs near desperately. Mattheo smirks, distracted by the few people millng about the ground below, "what's new?" he breathes, exhaling the smoke in his own lungs.
Theos knee stops bouncing as a wild, stupid, fucking genious idea slipped into his mind.
"Draco, I need you to do somethin'" Theo sits up, flicking his cigarette onto the floor and stepping on it before exhaling the last of the addictive smoke.
The boy in question groans, "fuckin' depends. what." he snaps, and a cheeky smirk tugs at Theos lips.
"Punch me in the mouth."Mattheo sits up, looking oddly like he'd struck gold as he inhales.
"What the fuck? Why?" Draco scoffs, and Mattheos eyes widen in a near giddy excitment.
"'Cause Theo's a fuckin' freak that knows if he goes to Y/n she'll kiss it all better" Mattheo taunts. Draco raises an amused brow as Theo shrugs noncommitally.
"You sure?" Draco muses, and Theo can only shrug again. Draco and Mattheo share a look and suddenly Mattheo's on his feet, brown eyes wild with excitement.
"How hard?" he grins and Theo follows suit, tugging off his sweater, leaving him in dark jeans and a white t-shirt.
"As long as I bleed, I don't fucking care"
Mattheo cracks his knuckles."How many times?"
"Twice."
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The second you saw Theo you were on your feet and practically running to his side, much to his obvious delight as you examine his split lip and the bleeding cut along to bridge of his nose. "Teddy, what happened?" you ask, worried, as your thumb traces the bruising around the cut on his nose.
He tips his head down, pretending that the way he presses his cheek into your palm is an accident as he 'reacts' to the light pressure you're appyling to his (very, very, hurt - if you asked) nose.
His eyes flicker to Mattheo for barely a moment, and he has to bite harshly at his lower lip to keep himself from smirking, the familiar metal taste flooding his tongue.
"Just an argument, ragazza dolce" (sweet girl) he nearly coos the nickname, and you don't know what it means, but it makes you flush a subtle pink nonetheless.
"Can you fix me up, love? Hurts" he grumbles, practically chewwing on his split lower lip as you take his hand. He intertwines your fingers as he lets you lead him up to your bathroom this time.
He leans against the edge of the counter, spreading his legs for you to stand between as you tip his chin down so you can properly fix up his nose.
He waits patiently for you to clean his nose, gluing it up and applying the thin white strips of whatever properly. He never took as much care of himself as you do, that's why he goes to you. He loves how much you care - loves watching the worried way your teeth tug at you own lip whenever he winces. It's never as bad as it looks, not that he'd ever tell you that.
You move to begin on his lip and he leans down slightly, gazing at her warmly, "c'mon love.. not gonna kiss this one better? S'hurting" he mumbles, and you can't help but mumur an apology as his hands find their way around your lower back to press you just slightly closer to his chest as he dips his head to allow you to lightly kiss the cut along his nose.
He knows he's being greedy when his hands fall to the backs of your thighs and knead at the skin as your fingers gently clean his bleeding lip, and when his eyes watch your teeth chewing on your lip he knows asking you to bite his instead would be too much for such a sweet, worried, thing like you.
The last thing he wants is to spook his angel, but when you lift his chin slightly to double-check your work, he can't help the faux-innocent pout on his lips and the pleading gaze he doesn't have to fake.
"Not gonna kiss this one better?" he mumbles, and the butterflies in your stomach melt into a violent stampede urging you to do as he asks, no matter what he wanted.
He hums, leaning close enough for his nose to bump against yours playfully, "s'not gonna heal if you don't, y'know" he teases quietly, and your eyes meet his. They're dark in this lighting, or perhaps it has something to do with the way you could imagine your own skin bruising if he grips your legs any harder.
Something in the chocolate brown softens as you hesitate, and you see your Theodore, the one that listens to what people say and doesn't bother to ask if someone needs help - just doing it for them. Your Theo that has only let you call him teddy for as long as you can remember and who listens to quiet music with you, and doesnt complain when you talk endlessly about whatever had captured your attention that week. Your Theo that stopped smoking in class and throwing his cigarette butts anywhere except into bins, and always let you wear his spare quidditch jersey when the weather is less than stellar, and who was there for you when your ex cheated in fourth year and hasn't let himself leave your side since.
"Please?" he murmurs, and realize that, somehow, you've never been more comfortable with anyone than you are when you're with Theo. He's sweet, and funny, and you've always thought perhaps you could live in the way his clothes smell when you borrow them.
You've always thought of your best friend as safe, the warmth from him when he let his arm rest over the back of your chair, and the way he places his palm against your hip to guide you out of the path of excitable first years or redheads with matches and fireworks nearly tumbling from their pockets.
He feels like he could live forever in the moment your lips brush the dull sting on his, his fingers winding their way into your hair as he kisses you properly, his other hand cupping your cheek so sweetly it makes your knees go weak.
It's unbelieveably soft, nothing like the way he kisses the girls at parties, this kiss is important to him. He wants you to want to kiss him again, so lets himself slow down. It's the first time he's ever cared enough to want to.
His lips trace yours, and a metalic taste seeps into your mouth as you part your lips.
He only kisses you deeper, hating himself for needing to breathe when he pulls away, he could die breathless on your lips and it would be the one thing he'd never regret - not even if he got the chance.
His thumb follows, sweeping over your lips, collecting the messy red he left there and sweetly tracing, rubbing it into your lips like lipstick, his touch never forceful as blood drips down his chin.
He lets you clean him up again in silence, and when you're done for the second time, he smiles down at you, his hands thumbs tracing lines on your hips.
"Hey" you meet his eyes, bright, and so Teddy you almost can't stop yourself from smiling back.
Almost.
You smile at him anyway.
He nearly melts, like he was Draco when Hermione kissed him in sixth year.
Mattheo would laugh at him for this too, but Theo would simply wait until the H/R/S/G Mattheo was scaring himself falling for smiled at him for the first time after their first kiss.
"Are you sure that first 'get better' kiss worked?" he asks, and you know he's asking if you would ever want to kiss him again.
"I don't think so" you whisper, leaning up to gently place a short kiss to his split lip.
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It's too hot to bother playing quidditch as everyone sits together in the middle of the grassy pitch, nobody had expected for the last day of summer to be this hot - not when it had already started cooling into autumn, but nobody was complaining about the break from winds in corridors just cold enough to make you shiver as it crept up sleeves and skirts and under woolen jumpers.
Theos arm was around your shoulders, unlabed but each others, as he places a flower crown of dried red roses and pressed rosemary leaves into your lap.
"What's this?" you muse, gently picking it up and admiring it, how he'd crafted it was brilliant, a permenant sticking charm keeping the flowers and leaves together on a rose vine.
"That is why I was dethorning roses" he mumbles into your ear, pressing a soft kiss to your temple through your hair.
"For your autumn solstice ball dress" he adds, nuzzling his nose into your cheek to make you laugh.
"Thank you, Teddy" you smile, and he hums, "always, amore" he mumbles, placing his chin on your shoulder. "You'll go with me, won't you? To the dance?" he mumbles.
You smile, "I thought you weren't going?" you tease, and you feel his shoulders move in an unbothered shrug.
"If you're there, I'm there" he grumbles softly.
You might not have been his first anything, but you were the first one that mattered, and that'll never change.
Summary: all throughout hogwarts theodore nott was your bully - a mean one at that. Unbeknownst to you, your family arranges your hand in marriage to him even after knowing what he put you through.
WARNINGS: ARRANGED MARRIAGE, PUREBLOOD READER, YEARNING, eventual SMUT, MEAN THEO, NAME CALLING, CUSS WORDS, SLYTHERIN! READER, enemies to lovers, this one has slight smut next chapter is actual smut plz read at your own discretion
Part One. Part Three
The wedding was planned for mid July - two months from now. Theodore said a summer wedding in southern italy was the only acceptable place and time. You did not get to choose that at all, nor did you get to choose the theme of the wedding. Your parents just seem to kiss his father's ass and let him do whatever he pleases.
The only real choice you had was your wedding dress - and you would make sure to make that a living hell for everyone involved. Women you did not know were invited to watch you try on dresses, apparently they were his family.
You still not know why you had to entertain these strangers. This day should be about you, if you had married anyone else even Malfoy - he would have left you alone to do as you want. Fate, no, Theodore Nott seemed to want to ruin all happiness for you.
What had you even done to deserve his cruel punishment?
It started second year, completely unprovoked if you do say so yourself. His friends never did join in, most of the time they offered their sympathy. That is why it was confusing - if you had actually offended Theodore is some way then his friends would have surely joined in the bullying.
Your mother used to say that maybe he liked you, so you tried to be nicer to him and see if that was it. No, it was not. Your flirty little remarks were met with a fake date that ended with cruel laughter and insulting words that left you insecure for days. No, boys do not bully you if they like you. That is not love. A very hard lesson you learned from this experience.
You wanted to curl up and cry like you did back then. Though, if you did it would only mean more happiness for your husband. Something you would make sure he never had. You felt like a child for throwing a fit like this but who wouldn't? Especially if they were getting married to their bully.
.
.
.
Your eyes sparkled as you tried on multiple different dresses, everyone was sort of exhausted by the amount that you had tried on. "I think we should go to a muggle wedding store!"
Shocked gasps filled the room, you suppressed the smile that threatened to release itself. "Oh yeah, I heard they're more slutty than anything you've ever seen before."
You could have sworn one of the women had passed out, your mother glared at you. She called you out by your full name making you wince but still hold your ground.
"What? A girl wants to look good for her husband, doesn't she?"
That seemed to make your mother relax a little, even the other women let out little laughs. "I promise it'll be our secret, I won't tell any of your husbands or fathers or whoever else thinks they can control you."
This was another downside to being married to a pureblooded man, he thought he could control his wife.
Your wedding dress did go smoothly, which is not what you were hoping for but you found comfort in it. The one thing in your life you could control.
They all seemed to agree now - even your pruddish mother seemed on board.
"Alright, no telling the men - they're all so dramatic anyways." A girl spoke, she looked somewhat similar to Theodore in a way but much prettier in your opinion.
This is how you would take over the Nott family, you smirked at the thought. Once the women turn, the men will soon follow.
The next was to take over the engagement party that was the day before your wedding, gain connections to bring Theodores ruin. A very cunning ambition but what could you say? You were placed in Slytherin for good reason.
.
.
.
This party seemed like a prank, you wouldn't put it past Theodore to do that but your parents wouldn't do that to you. And his father seemed like a very strict man - he would never allow this to be a fake wedding. In a way, it was solely based on the fact Theodore was doing this to make your life miserable.
You stood infront of the mirror as your mother fixed the dress with a random maid doing your hair while another did your makeup. You felt like such a fool for getting into this situation - perhaps if you had gotten married sooner or ran away to marry a muggle. If only you had paid more attention in divination, this could have been avoided.
It would be hard to believe that your bully was going to force you to marry him though. You doubt you would have believed it back then, on top of that youre not sure that divination even works like.
"[Name]!" You heard your mother raised voice as she spoke your name. Your eyes snapped to hers - staring at her through the mirror. She smiled from behind you, grasping your shoulders putting her chin on your shoulder.
"Nervous, hmm? I was quite nervous to marry your father, it will get easier with time. Besides, this is not even the wedding! Just the engagement party, the real magic begins tomorrow at dusk."
You tried to drone out what she was saying, still upset with her for ever agreeing to this in the first place. Your eyes left hers as you looked at yourself looking very pretty, but it felt like no matter how pretty you were; Theodore would make sure to mention the flaws. Though, he only ever brought up your looks two times before in the past, it still stung. You would have forgiven and forgotten about it if he had just left you alone.
As you made your way down the stairs, you felt your stomach drop as there was vast amount of unfamiliar faces, it was making you nauseous. All these people rejoicing the arranged marriage that was not wanted on your part.
People began to whisper amongst themselves as they took you in, the beautiful bride to be some had said. You did look quite beautiful.
All of the comments seemed to be nice so you put on a bright smile. Forgetting the earlier feeling of anxiety, this was your party. Might as well have some fun.
Theodore eyes were on you the moment you entered the room, his smirk completely vanished when he saw you smiling. You waved, it was a little condescending but you couldn't help it. The smirk that fell from his lips seem to grow on you, your eyes narrowed as you grabbed a glass of wine. Mouthing a 'cheers' to him, he stood from the seat that was overlooking the party. He briskly walked towards you grabbing the cup from your hand, "Shall we dance?" He placed the wine on the table and tugged you towards the dance floor.
The song that began to play was slow, you never did like slow songs. "You didn't even give me time to respond."
"Then respond." He already began to lead you in the dance, his smirk returned while yours became a scowl.
"I would have said no."
"I know which is why I took the liberty of saying yes for you."
"I hate you."
"Mmm, that is music to my ears."
He spun you around and when you rolled back into his arms, you purposely stepped on his foot with your heel. He winced but his smirk remained. Once he spun you again, you would step on it once more - over and over again until he let you go.
"You're being very rude to me, cara mia. Is something the matter?" He chuckled as you rolled your eyes at the sarcastic question.
"Am I?" You stomped your heel into him again, only making his chuckle turn into a laugh. "The matter is you."
"I see." He held your waist tighter now, it seemed almost possessive in a way. Knowing him, it more than likely was. "How can I fix that?" He leaned to whisper in your ear giving it a small little kiss, you heard women gushing about it and men laughing. This was all for show, wasn't it?
"By letting me go." You pulled away and tried to walk off but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you right back into his own arms.
"I don't want to."
"Yes well, sometimes we don't always get what we want." You ripped yourself from his arms and he let go abruptly making you stumble back and fall. Your body hit a little too hard into a table causing you to fall, the wine glass that was sat on the edge fell down on top of you. People gasped and began whispering mean things, not about Theodore but about you. You felt your eyes swell with tears as you glared at the man you were engaged to.
He stared back in shock, you stood up and took off down the hall.
As soon as you found an empty bathroom, you rushed inside curling into the ball you had wanted to be earlier. He always is humiliating you, why must he do so in front of a crowd of strangers who are meant to be family tomorrow?
After what felt like eternity of trying to calm your heart rate down, the door opened to reveal the man you despised the most.
He stared at you for a moment or so before you spoke up.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer."
Instead of actually pulling out a camera lile you expected, he spoke gently.
"Would you like to marry someone else?" He asked, bending down to come eye to eye with you as you sat on the floor of the bathroom.
You stared at him feeling hopeful for the first time in what felt like forever. But before you could say anything, he wiped your tears with his thumbs. His thumbs began to drag down to your lips, pulling them apart slightly. His eyes stared at them before looking you in your eyes again. "If so that is too bad because I won't allow it. You can call me selfish and mean all you would like but I already made claim that you're mine long before this moment."
He stood from his position, taking the warmth from his hands with him. He stared down at you for some time as if waiting for you to say something- anything but when you remained silent he turned on his heel. Once he opened the door, he stood with his back to you. "Wipe the rest of your tears and meet me downstairs, we still have guests."
You grabbed the toilet paper roll and threw it at him screaming in frustration, he closed the door before it hit him. After a minute or two, you stood up to look at yourself in the mirror. Mrs. Nott - a name that would always belong to you even in death. In less than twenty four hours, you would condemned to that name.
When you finally made it back to the party, people began to whisper again. Staring at the little stain on your dress, magic had been able to get a majority of it out but if you still needed a cleaning. Theodore walked over to you grabbing your hand, before walking to the seating that overlooked the party. There was only two seats - one for you and one for him. Once he stood on the podium, he gathered everyone's attention.
People looked at the both of you, some snickering about the stain while others remained silent.
"I would just like to say thank you so very much for attending our party, we hope to host many of you again in the future."
People seemed confused by what he meant when he said many, that was until he spoke again.
"By that I mean, if any of you laughed at my wife - you surely have no business being in our lives. Leave immediately or I will resort to less nicer methods."
Shocked gasps left quite a few mouths, but the majority of people seemed to get the idea. The Notts were a very powerful family - in more ways than one. The wealth, the connections, their power, and most importantly the way they always kept their word.
You stared at him completely shocked by him defending you. Merlin, you think your heart skipped a beat in a sort of fucked up way. "Theo-"
He looked over at you and smirked. "What? Are you in love with me now? Don't flatter yourself, I only had to make sure they respect the future woman of the house."
You rolled your eyes. "Of course," You smiled a little at him. "Thank you, Nott."
He squeezed your hand ever so gently before letting it go and walking to his seat, you accompanied him.
When you did sit down, he turned his attention back to you. "You're welcome, Mrs. Nott."
"Gross."
He laughed while you smiled at the sound of it.
PREVIEW FOR NEXT CHAPTER:
SLIGHT SMUT - not extreme tbh
The both of you fought for dominance in the bed, this time you would be sure to win. Winning was something your husband loved to do so you would take it from him.
You straddled him holding his arms down with your own as you both kissed one another, he didnt seem to be fighting much but he did manage to get his arms loose. He quickly cupped your cheeks pulling you closer to him before running his fingers through your hair and pulling at it.
When you grinded down on him, he suppressed a moan - his dark blue eyes stared at you differently than all those times before. This one looked somehow more deranged. "You're not going to be the one to fuck me, but I enjoy the confidence."
You were slightly out of breath from all the kissing and movements that had both of you moaning from the friction. You glared down at him making him grin ear to ear. "You think you'll be the one to do it?"
He flipped you over with a thud. You immediately began to put up a fight to be back on top again. He leaned towards your ear - holding your wrists above your head like he did back at your manor. "I know I will." He pulled away and stood up from the bed fixing his tie. "I have a business meeting soon, so get out of my room."
Your eyebrows furrowed in anger. He was treating you like a common slut and as if what had just happened meant nothing. With a groan, you rolled onto your feet and off his bed that seemed too big for one man. You began to fix your hair so that you may look presentable should anyone be outside the room.
His smirked and ruffled the hair you just fixed making you start swatting at his hands - he grabbed ahold of your own hands. "Aww, is my dear wife so incredibly horny for me that she has to throw a fit like a child when I don't give her my cock?"
"You use run on sentences in your speech, fix that." You ripped your hands from his own and made your way to the door. His footsteps from behind you should have scared you but they didn't anymore. That was a little mistake on your part, he quickly pushed you against the door.
"You should fix your mouth. I am your husband now, you have to respect me."
"What is there to respect?" You giggled out but as soon as you saw the same deranged look in his eyes, you knew you messed up.
For once, he did not take any action against you. Instead he straightened his posture and spoke, "We have a little party tonight - I expect you to get cleaned up and dressed accordingly."
"Why are speaking so-"
He pushed you through his bedroom door and closed it, he simply ignored you as he walked down the steps. Your eyes remained firmly on him as he left out of sight. Of course, he would tell you last minute of some party. And was he speaking like your parents did, he was your equal not elder.
And why another party?
It felt like that one you had before your wedding was just yesterday.
A/N: I KNOW WHAT YOURE THINKING I POSTED PART 1 YESTERDAY BUT LEMME TELL YOU I GET HYPERFIXATED SOMETIMES I dont proofread so pls let me know if something is wrong!
sypnosis: "i hope i never see what your face looks like going. a face, i swear, that i could spend my whole life knowing"
warning: not proofread, lowercase writing.
note: i hope you like this totally fluffy sweet oneshot. is it obvious i'm currently back in my slytherin boys era? if this does well, i'll post my other wip. :) leave a comment if you want more of these. love, 𑣲hydrangea.ᐟ
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draco malfoy, without fail, steals your blanket every single night.
it wasn't intentional—at least, he says. In his sleep, he somehow manages to wrap himself into a burrito, leaving you shivering beside him for the rest of the night.
groaning, you nudged him through his burrito of a thick weighted blanket. "you did it again." no answer. you sneer, he probably didn't hear you from the privilege of hogging the entire thing.
"draco!" you whisper-yelled, poking again. this time, your boyfriend groans. one eye opens, looking at the thick layers of fabric on top of him. "i don't know what you're talking about." he said huskily, closing his eyes again and comfortably snuggling into his pillow.
"you literally have all of it, you hog." he groans, shushing you. clearly, it wasn't working. so you thought of something better. smiling to yourself, you wormed your way under the blanket, collapsing across his chest instead. laughing against his chest, his hand instinctively finding it's way to the curve of your back. "there." you murmured, "problem solved."
"you planned this all along, didn't you?" you accused after a moment of silence, and all you got was a smirk and a kiss to your forehead.
-
"you should get that." you barely looked up from your tea when you spoke, leaning against the kitchen counter as you heard the doorbell. "you should." draco said in agreeable tone from the dining table, reading over his reports from work.
you glare, "i asked first."
he takes one look at you, huffs, and then stands up to walk over to the door. grinning victoriously, you smiled into your tea as you watched him walk out the door.
draco's face turns into an awkward grimace as he turns the knob. "don't watch me leave, it's awkward." he said, picking up the daily prophet and a package from his mother. laughing, you threw your head back in amusement while he walked over to the counter where you stood. draco hands you the daily prophet, and grabs a cutter to open the package.
"merlin… are these my jumpers from fifth year?" he sighs, chuckling as his hands rested on his hips. you peek, shrieking in delight as you see it. you took the jumpers out and brought it to your face, feeling the material. "they don't even fit me anymore. you know, 'cause of these big muscles." he smirks, a smug look in his eyes as he flexed his arms.
rolling your eyes, you chuck the jumper at his face. "your ego is still astounding until today." draco lets out a huff of laughter, shaking his head. "you love me."
"this is adorable, so tiny." you grin, holding it up. "our kids will probably wear this, someday."
draco scoffs, taking a bite out of your scone. "as if, my kids won't wear hand-me-downs." and to that you roll your eyes.
"our kids," you corrected, "will definitely wear hand-me-downs. our daughter will love my collection of pearls and dresses." you smiled, and draco laughs.
"right, our kids."
-
the lights were dim, the rain was once again pouring and the two of you were huddled together in bed. your legs were tangled, desperate for warmth. the two of you coexisted in the silence, reading a book while draco reads articles from the ministry of magic.
he was reading the ministry's section of the whereabouts of death eaters in the battle four years ago. it still kept him awake at night. wondering. worried. afraid. he knew his mother was in hiding. his father in azkaban.
you notice the absent look on his face. you grab the article and quickly hide it in one of the drawers of your bedside table. "nothing's going to happen, honey. it's been two years." you spoke gently, caressing his arm.
draco swallows his words, nodding. he leans into your touch, relaxing minute by minute. "i'm just scared. i don't want to lose this. to lose you."
you smile, looking at him as if that was absurd. "that's never happening. it's you and me forever." draco chuckles quietly, shaking his head with a smile on his face.
"forever isn't real, darling." he says, and you roll your eyes booing him. "do you have no whimsy?" you groan. he chuckles, his hands snaking their way up to your waist and started torturing tickling you. in a fit of laughter, you tried to push him off.
"i was joking, you silly girl." he grins, continuing his attack. in broken gasps, you managed to get his hands off. you sighed, rolling your eyes.
"you sure you want forever with me?" he jokes, and you elbow his side.
with a fake frown, you nod. "i could get used to this face forever, even if he tortures me."
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the storm only grew louder. hugging your arms to yourself, the familiar green and grey sweater from hogwarts cling to your skin. the house was cold. empty. silent. you opened the cabinet over the stove, grabbing two mugs. the box on the counter was almost full, your hands suddenly felt clammy as you placed them in along with the other things.
wiping your hands against your pants, you moved around aimlessly, your life packed into average boxes. your feet padded into the bedroom, the walls felt tight and the bed…
the blanket still laid messy in the middle, unfolded. it still smells exactly like him.
the door was mocking you. the mugs were taunting.
nothing could have warned you for that day. nothing.
"i have to go." he said hastily, already heading towards the door. you almost choke. "what?" you asked, blinking. the words felt heavy, it made you uneasy. it made you want to throw up.
"leave. i-i have to leave, y/n" he didn't meet your eyes. he couldn't. "there are… there are people looking for my father. if i stay…"
"no… no, draco. we can figure something out!" frantic, you walked closer to him in hopes to make him stay. he shook his head. "i'm sorry. there's nothing we can do."
you choked on your tears as you watched him turn the knob, he smiles sadly and finally looks at you. "don't watch me leave." he said, his voice was small and trembling.
the tears dropped before you knew it, you tried to smile and shake your head. "i won't." but you did.
falling to the ground, you hug your knees to your chest. his jumper reminded you of easier times. when the two of you were only teenagers, not a care in the world. a million promises, baby names you'll never get to use, a face that once promised forever.
When Fred was told he couldn't have her he became instant to somehow, in some way, make her his.
Word Count: 3368
Part 2
{Contains: strong language, slight angst, mention of the su!cide (in a different context but thought I'd add it)}
"Please tell me he's not doing what I think he's doing?" Lee Jordan rolled his eyes as he plonked himself down next to George Weasley at the Gryffindor table, both their eyes were on Fred Weasley across the hall walking up to the Slytherin table for the fifth time that week. It was only Tuesday.
"I told him not too." George groaned, looking back down to his plate, a slight cringe set upon his expression. "He doesn't listen."
"When's he going to give up?" George scoffed at the latter boy's question. Truth was 'Fred Weasley' and 'give up' didn't belong in the same sentence. Fred never took the word 'no' well, in fact he never took it at all. If he was told he couldn't have something he would go out of his way to make it his. He had been the exact same growing up, George being along for the entire ride, by whatever means it would take he would get what he wanted in the end. Now, Fred wasn't spoiled by any means, he was just tactical. If he couldn't afford something he would find other ways to achieve his goals, much to his mothers displeasure but what she doesn't know won't kill her.
"Never."
Since about third year Fred's interests had turned to girls, of course he still loved causing chaos on occasion but as puberty hit him he started noticing things he hadn't before, feelings he couldn't understand. The girls were changing more and more each summer, sloping curves where there wasn't previously, and Fred was noticing with more interest each time. By now in his seventh year, barely a month from the end of his final term, he had tried many flavours. He couldn't let himself be tied to just one, where would be the fun in that? Why have just one when you could have many?
Well that was before he met y/n. When she waltzed into potions class one morning in sixth year, all eyes were on her and her simple elegance as she took her seat. Fred felt his jaw drop. Who was this girl? Where has she come from if not heaven? Since that day he had been down right bad for her, nothing anyone could do or say to change that.
"Mr Weasley there is a space next to miss l/n." Snape has drawled, pointing towards the witch who now had her back to him. She looked back curiously, wide eyed and surprised. "Maybe she can make sure you don't blow this cauldron up."
Fred's knees felt weak as he set off over to her, his stomach churned slightly taking the seat beside her then proceeded to fall when she looked over at him from the corner of her eye. Her brow raised for a second, eyes flicking over his appearance.
"I'm y/n." Her voice smooth and soft as she spoke. Fred gulped.
"Fred Weasley."
"Yeah, I know who you are." Her tone, though soft, was cold. Like speaking to him was a chore, he would usually pen girls like that as a prissy self entitled know-it-all, but for some reason even her cold tone made his heart flutter.
She barely let him touch the cauldron, he was forced to measure out the ingredients, chopping each exactly how she had shown him. She watched him like a hawk the entire time, it seemed she knew his reputation and Fred didn't know whether to be thrilled or embarrassed. Fred was rarely embarrassed by anything, but the idea you might be actively judging him made his skin crawl slightly. By the end of class Professor Snape was shocked to find the cauldron intact, examining it closely for the sight of even a scruff that could put Fred into detention. By some miracle he scowled and placed the cauldron back down onto the desk.
"Looks like we make a good team." Fred tried to act like his usual nonchalant self as he turned to the girl beside him.
"We are not a team." She spun from the desk and stepped down from her seat, leaving in a wave of flowing hair and zero goodbyes. Yet, even with her cold responses Fred let out a sigh of dreaminess.
Then fast forward to right now, George and Lee staring at their lovestruck best friend make a fool of himself again. It had been going on for over a year now and as the end of their time at Hogwarts was coming to a close Fred just seemed to become more persistent.
"Y/n?" She knew that voice too well at this point, she rolled her eyes not even turning to face the ginger haired, freckled faced Weasley. She raised a questioning eyebrow, one that said 'what is it this time?'
"What do you want, Weasley?" A slight grimace was held back from her expression, Merlin forbid she have one peaceful meal while Fred Weasley was lingering somewhere.
"Hey, that's no way to address your favourite Gryffindor." He smirked, trying his best to hide his desperation behind his eyes.
"You are not my favourite anything."
"We both know that's not true, even if I am a pain in your ass I'm definitely your favourite pain in the ass." He smirked that shit-eating grin she was growing to despise. She rolled her eyes going to face him, then she stopped taken-a-back slightly. He'd cut his hair, the once long mop had been trimmed down. Now, it was still slightly messy as it had always been but less offence to prim and proper eyes.
"Do you like it?" One of his pale hands reaches up to run through his freshly cut tendrils. "I cut it just for you."
She blinked once more before scowling again. "Should have saved your money." She turned back to her plate, trying her very best to ignore the way her stomach had flipped seeing him run his hands along his scalp.
"Ah, I've got a bit to spare." He winked even if she wasn't looking back at him. "You know I was wondering-"
"Don't bother." She cut him off almost instantly, a hand coming up to silence him like a preacher to an assembly. "Not interested."
"Oh come on, aren't you curious?" He leaned his palms on the table beside her and spoke into her ear.
"No." She deadpanned.
"Why my dear, sweet princess," she cringed. "I beg you on my knees." His mock posh accent made her forceably bite back a smile of amusement. "Won't you hear a poor begging man on his knees out, just this once."
She let her fork clatter back down onto her plate, turning to him with furrowed eyebrows and a frown. "Hey, if the wind changes you'll be stuck like that." He poked her arm to which she wafted him off.
"What is it?" She finally snapped, her arms folded over her chest.
"Oh I knew you had some fondness hidden away for me." He teased her, this didn't do anything to soften her hardened expression however.
"You know the last hogsmeade trip of the year is coming up, I was wondering if you would do me the honour of spending it with me." This time her expression changed from that hardened scowl to slight surprise.
"Yeah, yeah, not a chance."
"But, your majesty surely you want to please your loyal subjects." He whispered into her ear causing her to gasp and cover her ear up with her hand.
"Get lost." Fred shook his head with a frown.
"Not until you say yes." He crossed his own arms over his chest, mirroring her stance.
"Fred, what about 'I'm not interested' don't you understand?" But the boy only smiled wider.
"How do you know so well you aren't interested if you haven't even tried me out for size? Besides, I know plenty of ways to show you a good time."
"Gross."
"Yeah, yeah act like you aren't curious but I know just as well as you that you are." He snickered slightly. "I'm not leaving till you give me a chance."
After a short silence and realisation he really wasn't going to take no for an answer she sighed. "Fine." She mentally cursed herself.
Fred's face lit up like a lightbulb, smiling brighter than the sun on a hot day. He didn't say another word however, just bowed slightly and walked back over to his awaiting friends with the biggest grin on his features and a spring in his step.
"What you smirking about?" Lee chimed as Fred sat himself down across from the pair.
"She's clearly in a good mood today, he's come out bruise free." George added.
"I've only gone and scored." Fred winked at his friend's, his grin never faltering. The other two boys faces had dropped, mouths hanging to catch fly's.
"You're taking the piss right now." Lee managed to squeeze out in his state of shock and surprise. Fred shook his head, a smug look upon his features.
"Deadly serious."
"There's no way it was that easy, there must be some sort of catch?" George looked between Lee and Fred, Lee nodding in agreement with the latter's twin.
"I told you I was wearing her down." Fred smiled with his hands coming to the back of his head.
"Yeah, well I'm not buying it for a second." Lee shook his own head in disbelief.
"What can I say I'm very persuasive."
"You're very much a twat." George scoffed before taking a sip of pumpkin juice.
"Say what you want, but I'll show you both when hogsmeade is over she won't be able to resist me."
-
Saturday came faster then y/n would have liked, everyday leading up Fred had somehow managed to catch her eye like a constant reminder of the looming weekend trip. However, he hadn't approached her since she agreed. It was strange not having him bug her all the time, constantly bragging about his recent achievements in her eyes with the attempt of impressing her. She would never admit out loud that she sort of, slightly missed it. No no, she was happy to be left alone at last. At least that's what she tried to tell herself.
Friday night she received an owl from Fred.
Y/n,
Meet me at the fountain in central hall at 11
Fred x
His scrawl was just about legible on the slightly scuffed paper. She sighed looking down at the kiss, she was not going to give in so easily, even if her heart fluttered as she read the message over and over. Tomorrow she would meet him, make it into hogsmeade then find a way to lose him in the crowd of students. She was not going to stick around much longer than necessary.
That morning she got ready not realising how many quick checks she had made to her appearance, Daphne Greengrass and Pansy Parkinson gave each other a look as they watched her hover around the mirror like a moth to flame.
"Come on you look fine." Pansy pushed her away from the mirror so she could brush her hair which she has been waiting to do for twenty minutes. "What's gotten into you anyway? It's only hogsmeade." The dark haired girl rolled her eyes.
"Oh! Are you meeting a boy!" Daphne interjected with a bright look on her face.
"It's not like she doesn't see boys everyday." Pansy groaned nearby but Daphne ignored her.
"Something like that." Y/n felt her cheeks burn slightly under the eyes of the other two girls.
"Ooh, do we know him?" She felt her voice stuttering the back of your throat. She couldn't admit she was meeting Fred Weasley, in the Slytherin house that was social suicide.
"I-erm...no." She stammered and before Daphne could respond she darted out of the dorm door.
She was early, mentally groaning as she walked up to central hall from the dungeons. God, Fred was going to think she actually wanted to see him. The thought haunted her, the sight of his grin when he sees her there early, Merlin it will definitely go to his head.
By a stroke of luck Fred was already sitting there on the edge of the fountain waiting, he was tapping his foot while swirling his wand as if it was a drumstick. He hadn't seen her yet where she lingered by the steps. She could turn back, stand him up. But, was she really that cruel? A sigh left her lips. Fuck it.
She approached slowly, almost cautiously, Fred Weasley was many things and predictable wasn't one of them. However, when his eyes finally met hers he simply smiled. Not that shit-eating grin she hated, a real true smile she'd never seen before. Her breath hitched slightly. As the space started to close between them he finally spoke.
"You actually turned up." He looked both surprised and relieved. "I didn't think you would."
"One date. That's it, got it?" She poked him lightly in the chest with her wand like a threat.
"Did you just call this a date?" Fred smirked, not even he explicitly called it that.
"Don't start, Weasley." He put his hands up in surrender as he stood from his space by the fountain.
"Yes madam." He mock saluted with a wink.
This was going to be a long day.
Hogsmeade was packed, it was the warmest trip to the wizarding village yet and everyone was out to enjoy it. Y/n had tried to make several escapes already but each time she was intercepted by Fred who, to his credit, was an instant bugger. She kept her head down as they walked around the village hoping to avoid eye contact with anyone who might recognise them both, while Fred was insisting they hold hands as they browsed. "Can't be having you getting lost now, can we?" She rolled her eyes trying to turn her face away from his.
"When mine and George's joke shop opens poor old Zonko's is going to look like child's play." Fred snickered as they exited the brightly coloured shop. The entire way round Fred has been rambling about Weasley's Wizard Wheezes', whatever that was, y/n wasn't really paying attention too busy dodging any familiar faces.
"Would you like to go to Honeydukes next?" Y/n grunted in response, head down and clearly still not listening. Suddenly, she felt herself being jerked back by Fred stopping abruptly in the cobblestoned street. As she looked up in confusion her eyes met his, the playful glint replaced with pained frustration.
"Y/n," his voice was stern, so unlike himself. "I'm trying my best here and you are giving me nothing."
"I don't know wh-" she started before he cut her off abruptly.
"Yes you do, you know exactly what I'm talking about." His voice had raised slightly, not quite shouting yet but enough to attract some odd looks around the two of them.
"Fred, you are making a scene." Y/n awkwardly glanced around at the nosy eyes of onlookers, her cheeks stained a light shade of pink from discomfort.
"I don't care." Fred retorted honestly. "I asked you to give me a chance, just one chance that's all." She swallowed slightly looking up at him, his hand running through his red tendrils in annoyance with a pained expression displayed across his features. For just a moment she wished she could replace his hand with her own.
"What is it that's so horrible about me that makes you hate me so much? Huh?" Fred prodded again. "Do you want me to change? I can't change who I am y/n."
"Fred, stop it." You warned him, eyes piercing up at him as he spun you around to face him properly.
"No, not until you tell me why." He wasn't budging and you knew he wouldn't. "Why won't you even give me a chance?"
"Because I like you too much alright!" The words weren't meant to slip out, in fact they were never meant to slip out, they were reserved for sleepless nights in the dorm where she could grovel over her misfortune of falling for a Weasley. She bit her bottom lip as her cheeks stained crimson, her hands felt clammy all of a sudden and eyes couldn't even stay focused on him choosing to look at the ground. "I like you more than I can admit to myself." This was no more than a whisper.
Fred just stared blankly down at the smaller girl, the street was suddenly abandoned besides the two of them but he wouldn't have noticed anyway. He wasn't quite sure if he had heard her correctly, was this all some big joke? But, the longer he looked down at her the more and more he realised it wasn't a joke, she was being honest for the first time.
"Then why do you act like you hate me?" His voice was just loud enough to be caught in the air between them.
"Because it's easier that way!" His expression softened from his previously shocked face, a hand reaching for hers which she took hesitantly. His rough hands against her own soft and slightly sweaty ones, if it wasn't for what she had just admitted she would have been embarrassed by the heat of her body. "If anyone knew they..." She trailed.
"I know." Fred did know. The rivalry of the opposing houses ran deep, much deeper than quidditch matches and house cups, it ran deep through the veins of the very beginning of the founders. Gryffindors saw all Slytherins as blood purist scum, a horrible stereotype that still lingered among the wizarding families of old blood dynasties. Slytherins saw Gryffindors as traitorous, overly boisterous brutes never knowing when they took things too far all in the name of courage with a lack of critical thinking. Of course, there was some truth in these statements but things weren't that black and white anymore. They hated each other cause they were told too, that was the bottom line, and liking one of the opposite house will come with it's issues on both sides.
"But, I don't care." Fred finally finished, his thumb rubbing soothingly across her knuckles. "Neither should you."
"Fred, my friends..."
"If they are truly your friends they would want to see you happy." He had a point, he always had a point and was always annoyingly right.
"I know. I know." Her voice was barely above a whisper now, eyes cast down on the floor. His other hand that was limply hanging at his side came up to hook under her chin tilting it up to face him. His brown eyes gleamed down at her once more inhabiting the glint they had lost just moments earlier.
"Fuck everyone." He smiled, suddenly that shit-eating grin wasn't as annoying as it had been previously. "Who cares what they think really, y/n you're all that matters to me." Her own eyes met his in slight disbelief, she wanted to call his bluff and challenge him but just the look in his eyes told her everything she needed to know.
Hesitantly, her small soft hand came up to run her knuckles around his jaw. "Do you truly mean that? After everything?"
"Cross my heart, love." His smile softened just like it had that morning in central hall, his red locks like fire in the sunlight just begging for her to touch. Before she could stop herself, that hesitant hand that ran along his jaw suddenly slid through the locks at the back of his head pulling him down. His breath caught a split second before she pressed her lips hard on top of his without warning. He was still for a moment before melting back into her, eyes slowly closing and body relaxing fully. His lips were slightly chapped, hers soft and smooth. She kissed desperately with bite and heat, he let her lead but pressed back with matching further. They were perfectly contradicting and neither could let go.
When they pulled apart his hair was askew, lips both red from the abuse and noses bumping against each other softly.
"I could get used to that." Fred's cocky side smirk returned, grinning against her face.
