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in which you're a flustered mess around theo nott and he absolutely adores it
⟡ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 🦢🕯️ | angelfic
in which theodore nott will do anything to get you to go out with him, but you’re just as stubborn rejecting him
⟡ 𝐈 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘 🦢🏹🕯️
you haven’t seen theo seen he supposedly left you to join the other side. now that he’s back and has revealed his true intentions to you, you’re finding it hard to be forgiving
⟡ 𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐃 🦢
⟡ 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐑 🦢 | @ahqkas
smoking had never interested you before but when the local dealer catches your eye, you might get the experience of a professional
⟡ 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃 🦢🏹 | @bunny-1111
The one thing that drives Theo literally crazy is when you call him "my husband"
⟡ 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐒 🦢 | @cherrixpie
maybe it was stupid trying to make theodore nott jealous by going to the yule ball with mattheo. maybe.
⟡ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 🦢 | desireav
where theodore is grumpy and quiet and when the slytherin’s take note of how he always gives reader forehead kisses, they’re rather shocked
⟡ 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐎 🦢🕯️ | @govnder
after a long, exhausting day at work, all theodore truly longed for was your presence—your warmth, your voice. but when he arrived home, he received far more than that
⟡ 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 🦢
⟡ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊 🦢🏛️
⟡ 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 🦢
⟡ 𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐈 🦢🕯️ | @illbegottenfaith
as part of a social visit, you spend a fortnight at an English politician's estate with his god-awful son
⟡ 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 🦢
as the two of you stumble into bed after a Valentine's dinner date, theo realises it's not fair how much he loves you
⟡ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 🦢
⟡ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐎𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅𝐅 🦢
⟡ 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏 🦢
you drive yourself up the wall trying to figure out who your best friend is taking to your year's farewell dinner
⟡ 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋, 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀 🦢 | @iris-qt
⟡ 𝐅𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 🦢
⟡ 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐘 🦢🕯️
⟡ 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐈'𝐌 𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 🦢 | @ldrfanatic
theo finds himself crushing on hogwarts' resident ball of sunshine hufflepuff but tries to force himself to stay away
⟡ 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 🦢
is it possible that the entire time you've been dating theo, you've somehow not noticed that he's only this sweet with you?
⟡ 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 🏹🏛️ | @leeny-leens
December rolls around and Theodore threatens to drown into the yawning abyss of his own mind, but not on your watch. Time to bring some light into the dark, even at risk of blinding him just a little.
⟡ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃 🦢 | @lexamiele
Hogwarts students aren't exactly known for minding their own business. Thankfully, you and Theo speak a language they don't.
theo’s not above a little suffering if it means you’ll kiss it better. bruises fade, but your lips on his? worth every second of pain
⟡ 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 🦢 | @malfoysanctuary
Theo always acts like it’s an inconvenience. The way his sweaters disappear into the abyss of your wardrobe, but when you walk into a crowded room wearing something that still carries his scent, his patience stretches thin, because everyone can see what he already knows. You’re his, and you always will be
⟡ 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍 🦢 | @midnight-menac3
Theodore Nott leaves subtle traces of himself in your path until the quiet tension between you becomes impossible to ignore in the shadows of Hogwarts
⟡ 𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐃 🦢 | @nottendo (sinsandlemonade)
⟡ 𝐋𝐀 𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐂𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐀 🦢 | @/nottendo (moscatosin)
⟡ 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 🦢🕯️
⟡ 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 🦢 | @nottsangel
your academic rival Theo smells you in his Amortentia
⟡ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 🦢 | @nyxienight
⟡ 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 🦢 | @obsessedwithceleste
Ft. Enzo being bad at potions, the Ravenclaw common room door, and more than one accidental love confession
⟡ 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 🦢🕯️ | @prythiansprincess
a night out with the boys goes awry when draco concocts a nightmare combination of tequila and potions, causing a disastrous turn of events in which theo nott finally spills his deepest, darkest secret
after a minor spat, theodore finds what he thinks is your animagus form sulking in the courtyard and spends an entire hour apologizing to it — only to discover he’s been emotionally unloading on derek avery’s cat. at least theo’s humiliation proves one thing: he really would do anything to earn your forgiveness (even buy the fancy salmon treats).
⟡ 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍, 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 𝐌𝐄 (𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔) 🦢
you’re supposed to be studying, but theo’s glasses keep sliding down his nose and now you’re hopelessly in love and very, very distracted
⟡ 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅𝐅, 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐒 🦢
you didn’t plan on being jealous—until daphne got too comfortable with theodore
⟡ 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 🦢🏛️
theodore shows up bruised and bloodied from yet another fight, and you patch him up with a scolding, a kiss, and a heart that won’t stop falling.
⟡ 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 🦢 | @theodorenmyth
Theodore Nott is determined to ask you to the Yule Ball—but subtle hints, awkward near-confessions, and endless sabotage from his chaotic Slytherin friends turn it into a full-blown disaster. You, curled up in his stolen sweater and completely oblivious, might just be the one thing holding him together… or pushing him over the edge
⟡ 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 🦢 | @theosweetie
⟡ 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀 🦢 | @wordsarelife
karma is the way you wear his jersey, making sure his team will lose the game
⟡ 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐋 🦢 | @writingsbychlo
theo decides to quit smoking, but doesn’t realize that his decision would affect his girlfriend, too
⟡ 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑'𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 🦢 | @xitcantlast
Theo swears he doesn't care about the countdown, the party, or any of the noise. Until he realizes he cares very much about one thing: kissing you when the clock strikes midnight.
Summary: Theodore Nott would NEVER forget to ask you to be his Valentine (he definitely would). Or the time you were officially the last one to know that you were dating Theodore Nott.
The month of February had always struck you as something like winter’s purgatory. By this time each year, all the glitz and glamor of the Christmas season and New Years had faded away, but it was still far too early for the giddy anticipation of summer holiday to properly set in. Still bitterly cold—hard, packed snow and ice replaced the once glittering, fluffy white drifts that made you feel as though you were in a winter wonderland rather than the barren tundra. Most students were just trying to make it through.
At least that’s how it felt as you were being tugged across the grey streets of Hogsmeade, you and your friends pulling your coats close, rushing through the doors of Honeydukes to escape the cold.
“Salazar’s frozen ball sack, if it gets any colder we’ll all be frozen solid before we even get the chance to cast a warming spell,” Mattheo mutters, shaking snow from his dark curls.
“You were the one who decided a couple chocolate cauldrons were worth braving this frozen hellscape,” Pansy retorts with a scowl, though her words lack any real bite.
You’re too cold to even think of a jab to send Mattheo’s way, instead you stand shivering to the side, trying to rub some warmth back into your fingertips.
“Warming charms do exist you know,” a deep voice chuckles beside you as a wand is pressed gently against you.
Instantly you feel a wave of heat ripples over you and your cheeks tinge pink. From the heat. Obviously.
“Come on, if we don’t escape now, we could be standing here for hours listening to those two going at it,” Theo adds, smirking as he takes you by the elbow and leads you through the maze of red hearts and pink glitter that now decorated every possible surface in Honeydukes.
Of course there was one holiday placed smack dab in the middle of the rather monotonous month of February. Wrapped in a permanently pinkish haze and oozing out candy coated hearts, Valentine’s Day at Hogwarts was a minefield for rampant teenage hormones and questionably obtained love potions. Overall it was not exactly your idea of a good time. Usually.
Walking through Honeydukes arm in arm with Theodore as he pulled you close and leaned in closer to talk over all the bustling noise however, well, you were beginning to see the appeal. You and Theodore had been friends since first year which basically felt like forever and you would easily consider him one of your closest friends at Hogwarts. Lately though, you’d felt a slight shift between the two of you. Not in any bad way. But in the sense that you suddenly found yourself caring about how you looked when Theo was around, or how your ears perked up more than usual whenever you heard his name.
“Look, if they’re all out of your cauldron cakes, I’m sure I can have one of the elves mail some in the post,” Theo is saying as the two of you browse the seemingly endless shelves.
Your eyes rake over the various colored candy displays, each advertising a different tooth-rotting treat before you finally spot your prize.
“I don’t think you’ll have to worry about bothering your elves Theo. It looks like they just repackaged the normal cauldron cakes and made them heart shaped,” you say, reaching out to grab a few boxes off the shelf. You might as well stock up while you’re there.
The shimmering pink boxes barely make it to your arms however before Theo snatches them from your hands, silently insisting he carry them before adding several more boxes to your stack for himself. You hear him mutter something about how ‘no self respecting bloke lets their partner carry boxes around a shop’, but you brush it off without a second thought. Sometimes Theo got caught up in the old traditions his father had drilled into him so you try not to read so much into things.
“Oh look, they’re having a special on chocolates. Do you think we should get some for the others? And speaking of, how long do you think we can avoid them before they notice we’re gone?” You ask as Theo follows you dutifully through the aisles.
“Not sure. But I am glad I get to spend the afternoon with you. You’re the least exhausting out of everyone after all,” Theo teases, grasping your hand in his.
You roll your eyes at the boy’s flirtatious grin.
“Gee thanks, you really know how to lay the charm on thick,” you respond dryly.
“Don’t have to be charming, it’s just you.”
Despite his good natured smile, you can’t help the small clenching you feel in your chest at his words. Just you. When you reach the counter, you don’t bother fighting it when Theo places a small stack of galleons next to the till, too caught up in your thoughts.
“Come on, if we slip out now I bet we can make it to The Three Broomsticks without any of the others noticing,” Theo says, slipping his hand easily into yours once more and pulling you out of the crowded shop as if his words hadn’t just left your mind spinning down an endless rabbit hole.
You don’t know what to make of the truly massive bouquet of peonies that was currently overtaking the small desk that was shoved into the corner of your dormitory. Sweet, sweet Theodore had stopped by after classes were over for the day to hand deliver them to you. Something about how his mum would have had his head if she were alive and knew Theodore wasn’t spoiling you rotten. Whatever that meant.
On one hand, a lot of thought and effort had clearly gone into choosing the expensive blossoms. They’d always been your favorite and he knew that. And they were almost never in season—they certainly weren’t in season in the middle of February—so he’d clearly had them imported which was no small feat. On the other hand, he’d cited his deceased mother as the reason for the unexpected flowers and that didn’t exactly scream romantic gesture.
Trying to read Theodore was about as straightforward as reading a simple instruction manual except the instructions were upside down, a large chunk was randomly missing, and half the words were written in Italian. You did not speak Italian. And to make matters worse, the very subject of all your confusion was sat in front of you innocently thumbing through his potions homework as if his very existence wasn't sending you in a downwards spiral making you question your entire friendship.
Of course you knew your best friend was attractive. You'd always known that. And if you somehow hadn't noticed how prolifically handsome he was in the past six years, then the miles-long list of classmates who had asked you to put in a good word for them, probably would have keyed you in. Those kinds of requests always came around this time of year and heck, every year you obliged them, but now that you were really thinking about it, you couldn't remember a single time Theo had ever acted upon any of your classmates' advances. And furthermore, you hadn't had anyone approach you yet this year asking you to casually bring them up in conversation or help them slip Theo a love potion. You always turned those classmates away anyway though. Usually with a good hex to go along with them.
Yet here you were, walking through Hogsmeade and receiving flowers from Hogwarts' apparent 'most eligible bachelor' and if anyone asked you where the two of you stood, you'd have no clue how to respond.
"Did you finish your essay already, amore?" Theo asks as he continues to scratch away at the parchment in front of him, his eyes never leaving the page in front of him.
Which is lucky for you as you realize you've been staring at your best friend this entire time.
"Hmm? Oh. Yes!" You squeak out, embarrassed to have been so caught up in your thoughts.
Theo doesn't seem to notice your moment of panic though as he closes his book with a snap before gazing over at you with that lazy grin you knew far too well.
"Good. Then we're right on time to meet the others for dinner," he says, checking the time as his texts magically slot themselves back into his book bag.
Extending his hand, Theo pulls you to your feet, intertwining his fingers with yours and shrugging his bag onto his shoulder before leading you down to the Great Hall. On your way there, Theo talks as if nothing is out of the ordinary, commenting on your upcoming charms exam, the likelihood of Slytherin winning another quidditch cup, what time the two of you should meet for your daily study session tomorrow. The same painfully normal things the two of you always talked about. And why should you be surprised? It was just another normal day after all.
Except Valentine's Day was only a few days away and Theo had just shown up at your door with flowers and little to no explanation of where you stood with each other.
Unfortunately for you, you don't get any more time to stress yourself out as you walk into the Great Hall and over to the rather crowded Slytherin table where your friends were already waiting. The benches already seem to be filled far past their intended capacity, but without blinking an eye, Theo just tugs you down with him placing you squarely on his lap. His arms reach around you as he makes himself a plate and you sit frozen in place, feeling as though your brain was short circuiting.
Either Theo was downright daft or you had somehow managed to miss a chapter in the story or your and Theo's relationship.
"You going to eat mi amore?" Theo asks casually—too casually, as he shovels food into his mouth.
"You have to try the meat pies. They're to die for this year," Pansy says, passing you a plate of the savory pastries.
You can't do anything but blink, feeling like you'd entered a completely separate universe. What was going on? Why did absolutely nothing about today feel normal, yet still completely and utterly—ordinary.
The rest of dinner you try your best to act as if eating dinner while sat on Theo's lap was the most natural thing in the world, but you also can't help but notice that to everyone else, it does seem perfectly natural. Mattheo and Lorenzo are still their most obnoxious selves, Draco is still monologuing to the air in front of him as if people are actually listening, Pansy hasn't looked at you twice as she fills you in on the day's gossip, and Theo—Theo is rubbing circles on your thigh as he talks to Blaise across the table.
As soon as you're finished eating, you practically throw yourself off Theo's lap which earns you a worried look from the boy.
"Are you alright, y/n? You've seemed stressed all day," he says, eyebrows furrowing.
His voice is laced with so much concern you feel your stomach twist with guilt.
"No, I'm fine. Just super tired. And my head has been hurting," you reply quickly, satisfied with your response as it technically wasn't a lie.
Theo rises from his seat now too.
“I’ll walk you back to your dorm then,” he says, taking your hand in his once more.
You want to protest, but the look on his face tells you it won’t do much good as his mind is already made up. After saying goodbye to your friends, the two of you head back the same way you came.
“Are you sure you’re alright, mi amore?” Theo asks once more as soon as the two of you turn into a deserted hall. “You seem distant lately.”
“I’m fine. I just have a lot on my mind,” you sigh, wanting nothing more than to be back in your room with your thoughts to yourself.
But Theo keeps pushing. “Like what?”
“Penelope Clearwater wants to know what your plans are for the fourteenth of February,” you blurt out before you can stop yourself.
It was a lie. Penelope Clearwater had asked nothing of the sort. This year.
But Theo just blinks once before looking at you like you’d grown an extra head.
“Not spending it with her, that’s for sure,” he replies matter of factly. “I don’t know why you do this to yourself. Every year you let people treat you like a carrier pigeon, even though you and I both know I’m not going to give any of them a second glance. You need to stop working yourself up mi amore.”
The two of you walk the rest of the way in silence, though Theo squeezes onto your hand every so often as if to remind you that he’s there.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he says when you finally reach your door.
You just nod as he pulls you into a hug, tucking your head under his chin as he holds you. As strange as your day had been, you can't help but melt into him, feeling at home in his arms. You almost want to tell him not to leave. But you don’t. You really needed to figure out where the two of you were at. And if he wasn’t going to tell you, you were going to have to work up the courage to ask.
"Well hello to you too," Pansy says with a huff as you plop down beside her on the sofa, causing several of the photo cards she had spread out to flutter to the floor.
"Whatcha doin?" you ask, intrigued by the little squares that Pansy seemed to have organized meticulously.
"Miss Parkinson is deciding which poor bloke will be her Valentine tomorrow," Lorenzo drawls from the other side of the table.
Pansy glares at the brunette sat across from her before snatching one of the cards and tearing it to shreds.
"Oh no. Don't do that," Enz monotones without an ounce remorse in his voice, his name fluttering to the ground.
"Ignore him," Pansy sniffs. “Look. I have a whole system see? Names, houses, amount of generational wealth, everything important is on these little cards here. Then I sort out the Gryffindors and anyone with a date already and keep filtering them all from there.”
You look at the piles of cards scattered across the table and can’t help but be a bit impressed.
“Can I see who you’ve got left?” You ask, genuinely curious to see who Pansy had whittled her choices down to.
Lorenzo scoffs.
“Why would you want to see what Pansy has cooked up? It’s pure madness I’ll tell you. And it’s not as if you need any of those silly cards yourself.”
Now it’s your turn to glare at the boy. Pansy had clearly been right to shred his card to pieces.
“Well why not?” You retort, sticking your chin out at him stubbornly.
Now though, even Pansy is looking at you confused.
“I mean, probably because you’ve got Nott wrapped around your finger. Any bloke would have to be downright stupid to encroach on his territory. Specially on Valentine’s Day and all that,” Enzo replies, looking rather bored.
“Wha- I’m not his territory!” You scoff belligerently, frown deepening as Enz picks at the sofa cushion.
“I’m quite certain Theodore would disagree.”
“It doesn’t matter if he agrees. He’s not my boyfriend!”
Pansy arches an eyebrow.
“Are you sure?” She asks.
“Am I sur- What do you mean am I sure? What kind of question is that? Of course I’m sure! I think I would remember if Theo had ever asked me out, he’s my best friend for Salazar’s sake.”
You watch as Pansy and Lorenzo make knowing eye contact before they both turn back to you.
"Awfully defensive for someone who's so sure-" Lorenzo remarks before Pansy cuts him off.
“You should talk to Theodore,” She states simply before turning back to her cards.
You want to argue more, but Enz turns away as well. Bugger. You let out a loud sigh to make your frustration with the two of them known before standing up and leaving them behind. You knew they were going to tell you to just go talk to Theo, but you had been sort of avoiding him the past few days for exactly this reason.
Maybe avoid was too strong a word. You weren't straight up avoiding the boy, but you definitely weren't as inseparable as you usually were. And if you'd pretended not to see or hear him a few times as he approached, instead opting to dart off down a different corridor, well, no one could prove it.
You just felt so annoyed. Everyone seemed to know more about your relationship with Theo than you did, and while the reasonable, mature part of you knew that you should just talk to him, your more stubborn side wanted to make Theo solve this mess on his own.
As you make your way down a seemingly empty corridor, just thinking about the boy seems to have magically conjured him out of thin air as he appears at the end of the hallway looking lost in thought. As soon as he spots you though, you see him visibly relax. Not having anywhere to run this time, you resign yourself to having this conversation much sooner than you would have preferred.
“There you are, mia bella. Where have you been all night?” He asks, striding towards you and making to pull you into a hug.
You take a step back, feeling rage bubble inside you. All your pent up agitation boiling just under the surface. When you don’t respond, Theo frowns and his eyes turn pleading.
“What’s wrong amore, are you mad at me?”
You can’t hold it in anymore. The tip toeing around one another, the side stepping around the real conversation that needed to be had, it was just too much.
“No! I just—Stop looking at me like that! And stop buying me chocolates and flowers. Stop calling me love, stop calling me beautiful, stop trying to constantly hold my hand. Just stop.” You blurt, words flowing out of your mouth with malice.
You expect Theo to be mad, or maybe hurt, but he just freezes—blinking at you for a moment.
“Why?”
You can’t help but scoff. He asks why?
“Because you’re not my boyfriend. And I don’t need you constantly reminding me of that by doing all the things a boyfriend would do.”
“I could be. Your boyfriend.”
You might hate him. He was your best friend and you loved him, but you might actually hate him. How was he so casual about this? How could he act like this whole conversation didn’t have the potential to ruin your entire friendship.
“No Theodore. You couldn’t be. Because that would require an actual conversation, which is something you seem to have forgotten.”
Theo tilts his head, considering.
“Do you want me to be your boyfriend?”
Your heart can’t help but flutter at Theo’s words, at the idea, but at the same time he was just so damn frustrating.
“Will you stop over-simplifying everything?” You ask, exasperation clear in your voice.
“Will you stop over-complicating everything?” He teases back, having the nerve to look rather pleased with himself.
You hadn’t noticed until now, but he had also gotten significantly closer as the two of you argued, now only inches away as he smiled that stupid, charming grin down at you. The one he used whenever he was in trouble, but knew he would get away with it.
"It's not over complicated to want a little bit of clarity on whatever our relationship is," you grumble, realizing your back was against the wall.
"Well then let me be perfectly clear. I would like to be your boyfriend, and I would also very much like to kiss you now. Any opposition?"
Theo's words send a shiver down your spine. You weren't actually expecting such straightforwardness from him. And you certainly weren't expecting him to be looking down at you like he was ready to devour you. When sound fails to leave your lips, you watch as Theo leans forward ever so slowly as if daring you to pull back. He gets closer and closer until your noses are brushing and then—you had to be dreaming. Your eyes flutter shut and his lips on yours are soft and warm and you feel like you might be melting. It doesn't quite seem real when his hands grab hold of your waist, pulling you into him.
You're not sure how long the two of you would have stayed there, pressed against one another, but a loud, awkward cough pulls you back to reality. Glancing behind you, you see a very red and very scandalized portrait glaring daggers at you.
"Oh. Sorry," you mutter, turning a bit red yourself.
Theo does not look sorry. In fact he looks rather smug as he continues to hold you in his arms.
“Now that this is all sorted, am I allowed to take you out for Valentine’s or do I need your permission for that too?” He asks smugly, ignoring the indignant portrait all together.
You roll your eyes, giving him a light shove off of you, but he’s quick to wrap an arm around your shoulder instead as the two of you make your way back to your common room.
“I’ll see if I can make time for you in my very busy schedule on the condition that you explain to me how I came to be the last person to know that we were apparently in a relationship,” you reply.
Theo now at least has the decency to look a bit embarrassed.
“It may have been a slight oversight on my part,” he mumbles, tugging you closer as you walk.
“A slight oversight?”
“We’ve basically been dating for the past two years amore.”
“That’s simply not true.”
Theo looks down at you with a raised eyebrow.
“Who have you spent Valentine’s Day with the past two years again?”
✦ Who would endlessly stare at you in class, his hand rubbing your lower thigh. He would multitask, of course, writing neat notes about the class's contents, just in case you got too distracted. And, if he couldn't sit next to you, he'd pass you little notes that never failed to make you smile.
✦ Who would talk about you to his friends almost to the point of exhaustion. He was obsessed, truly. He couldn't shut up about you, and Mattheo had never heard Theo open his mouth so much.
✦ Who would always save a seat for you right next to him in the Great Hall, and, if you were going to be late, he would grab extras of your favorite foods so you wouldn't go without.
✦ Who was quiet in spoken word, but loud with his actions. He was always bringing you gifts, sometimes they were big and ostentatious, other times they were small things he saw in passing in Hogsmeade—no matter what, each one was meaningful.
✦ Who would take you on weekly dates, always making sure he was your outlet for your stress and worries. He left nothing unsaid, making sure you knew he was going to be there and that he loved you more than words could say.
✦ Who would watch you get ready for class, for parties, for date nights with rapt fascination, not just to admire your beauty but to make sure he knew what products you were running low on so he could replace them before they ran out.
✦ Who never really knew how to handle all of the public words of affection you would give him, so he would take them with shy smiles and pink cheeks he would try to hide.
✦ Who would surprise you at your house over the summer after realizing letters wouldn't suffice for two long months. He would show up at your door, a rare, wide smile on his face as he took in your shocked expression. He'd pull you into a tight hug, kissing you silly.
✦ Who would take you back to his villa in Italy, showing you off to his neighbors, who always asked about the girl he talked about so frequently.
{summary} every night after curfew, you meet Theodore Nott in the corridors of Hogwarts. He keeps you a secret, cold in front of others, but alone he’s soft, teasing, and clearly more attached than he lets anyone see.
{content} secret relationship, fluff
the castle changed after curfew.
by day hogwarts was all noise and movement, students rushing to lessons, laughter in stairwells, professors sweeping through corridors like storms in robes.
by night, it was quiet.
the torches along the stone walls burned low, shadows stretching across the corridor.
you pulled your robe tighter around yourself as you slipped through the third-floor corridor, careful to avoid the places where prefects liked to linger.
it was ridiculous.
sneaking around the corridors like a criminal 'cause theodore nott preferred secrecy to common sense.
he was already there.
leaning against the arched window at the far end of the hall, one ankle crossed over the other, tie loosened, sleeves pushed back.
"you're late," he said without looking up.
"im early"
"you're four minutes late"
"you counted?"
his gaze lifted to yours, cool and sharp "i was inconvenienced"
you stopped in front of him "you missed me"
"i endured your absence"
"poor thing"
the corner of his mouth tilted.
that was the trouble with theodore – he gave so little that every small thing felt like a victory.
you moved to stand beside him at the window. outside, the grounds were washed in silver moonlight, the lake still as glass.
for a moment, neither of you spoke.
silence with theodore never felt empty, it felt private.
then his fingers brushed yours. a passing touch. barely there.
you looked down.
"so bold of you"
"no one is here" he mumbled
"you still act like you don't know me most of the time"
his expression didn't change, but his hand returned – this time resting against yours on the stone ledge
"in public," he said quietly, "i am sensible"
"and in private?"
his eyes dropped to your lips, "in private, i make exceptions"
heat climbed your neck "you're insufferably aware of yourself"
"and you are still here"
you turned to face him fully "maybe i came for the view"
"the lake?"
"no" your gaze slid pointedly over him. "something more irritating"
he exhaled a soft laugh. rare enough that it made your chest tighten
"you're impossible" he said. "you say it like it's new information"
he stepped closer, close enough that the air between you changed.
"you were laughing with Pucey at dinner"
you blinked "were you jealous"
"no,"
"you noticed"
"i notice threats"
you nearly laughed in his face "threats?"
"he was dull," theodore said coolly. "and sitting too close"
"that sounds very much like jealousy"
"that sounds," he replied, reaching up to straighten the collar of your robe, "like accurate observation" his fingers lingered near your neck for a second too long.
you swallowed. he noticed that too, of course.
"i hate how smug you are" you murmured. "no, you don't"
"you're right" you caught his loosened tie and tugged him forward. "i hate how often you are right"
for once, theodore looked surprised. then pleased.
his hand slid to your waist, steadying you as he bent his head and kissed you. it was never rushed with him.
slow, deliberate, as though he meant to prove something each time – that patience could be more dangerous than haste, that restraint could feel like fire.
you kissed him harder out of spite. he made a quiet sound against your lips that felt suspiciously like amusement.
when he pulled back, you were breathless. he looked immaculate.
"you're annoying" you said.
"you are flustered"
"im considering violence"
"that's usually how you flirt"
you shoved his shoulder. he caught your wrist before you could pull away, turning your hand over and pressing a kiss to the inside of it.
the gesture was so unexpectedly soft that you went still. theodore noticed that too.
"what?" he asked
"that was unfair"
"you liked it"
you hated that he was right again. footsteps echoed faintly somewhere below. instinctively, both of you moved apart.
theodore's expression shuttered in an instant – that familiar mask sliding neatly back into place. it should have bothered you more than it did.
instead, you admired how only you knew what lived beneath it.
the sounds faded. he looked at you again, softer now.
"come here" he said
you did
this time when he kissed you forehead, it was quick and warm and almost tender enough to hurt.
"you can be sweet" you said quietly.
"don't spread that rumor"
"ill tell everyone"
"no one would believe you"
"true"
he brushed a thumb across your cheek, then stepped back. "same time tomorrow?"
"you assume im available"
"you will come"
"so confident"
"i know you very well"
you smiled despite yourself "arrogant man"
"late woman"
you stared to turn away, then glanced back "you did miss me"
he straightened his cuffs "goodnight"
"theodore"
his eyes met yours.
and there it was – that private smile no one else ver got.
૭ the hospital wing — ꒰ theodore nott x fem!reader ꒱ !
𓍯 summary you occasionally help madam pomfrey in the hospital wing, wanting to gain experience for the future. upon learning this, theo makes it his mission to go there every time you’re there.
𓍯 word count 4.5k
𓍯 warnings mentions of violences, bruises, injury, mentions of fevers
𓍯 author's note i may have self projected with this one wanting to be a nurse and all... but this was too cute i had to write it! my requests are now open, so feel free to send in anything you want me to write! hope you all enjoy, likes and reblogs are appreciated as always ♡
Somehow, in some way, you had managed to convince Madam Pomfrey that she needed an assistant in the hospital wing. And that that assistant should be you.
Wanting to become a Healer at St. Mungo’s in the future, you decided that this experience was needed and would potentially boost you in the ranks. Having a good relationship with Madam Pomfrey prior to you asking helped eternally.
You could only help out on the weekends and some nights due to your classes, education always coming first. Madam Pomfrey would always give you the mundane tasks: replacing the sheets, making the beds, ordering refills, and giving food to the patients. While they were boring, you still gained valuable experience from it.
The first time she let you treat patients was when five boys came into the hospital wing, all bloodied and bruised. It was certainly a sight to see, something unusual for a plain Tuesday night. Three Slytherins and two Gryffindors.
You knew the two Gryffindors, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. You were quite surprised they landed themselves in the hospital wing, but knowing their reputation of never leaving things alone, it also made sense.
However, you didn’t know two of the Slytherins. You knew Draco Malfoy because he constantly roamed the halls, terrorizing the first and second years. You learned upon some listening that the other two’s names were Mattheo Riddle and Blaise Zabini. Why they all got into a fight, you didn’t know.
Madam Pomfrey quickly called you over to tend to Mattheo who got the least of the bunch. You weren’t sure why he had a surprised look on his face as he heard your name and saw you walking over to him, but you brushed it off.
“We’ll go over here,” you pointed to a bed closest to the door, waiting for him to settle down on it. Once he did, you quickly walked off to the supply cabinet, excitement coursing through you. Finally, you got to heal someone.
You didn’t see Blaise and Draco’s surprised looks as you passed them.
Humming softly, you made your way back over to Mattheo. From rumors you heard that he was a flirt, flirting with anything that had legs. But surprisingly, he was quiet this whole time. You didn’t think much of it, grateful that you didn’t have to make much conversation with him apart from checking up on him.
“Are you normally here?” Mattheo asked out of the blue, his eyebrows raised and eyes squinted as you assessed him. You paused for a moment, caught off guard by that question.
“Only on the weekends and some nights when I don’t have a pile of schoolwork.” you answered easily, eyebrows furrowed slightly. “Why?”
A smirk formed on Mattheo’s face, shaking his head as he responded. “No reason. It’s just that I’m commonly here and have never seen you here before.” You nodded your head slowly, eyeing him suspiciously. You quickly jumped back into your caretaking, giving him a potion to heal his cuts easily.
“You may still have the bruises for a couple of days, but they shouldn’t hurt that much. I’ll get Madam Pomfrey to check you over.” you explained, before leaving his bedside. He nodded, still suspiciously quiet for someone like him.
You didn’t catch the knowing look he sent to Draco and Blaise.
Theodore Nott was one that never wanted to get into fights, opting to stay in the back. A quiet and reserved boy he was, he didn’t want to get into much trouble and do things that would bring attention to him. Here and there he was roped into them by none other than Mattheo, which led to a detention he didn’t want on his record.
When Mattheo returned back to the common room that night he spotted Theo sitting at a table with Lorenzo, entirely focused on his homework. He quickly made his way over to them, sitting next to Theo with a mischievous look on his face. Theo hadn’t noticed him, too enamored over his Transfiguration homework.
Lorenzo kicked Theo’s leg from under the table when he realized that Theo didn’t spot the boy sitting next to him. He furrowed his brows, looking over Mattheo. When he didn’t say anything, Theo sighed, narrowing his eyes towards him. “What?” Theo asked, waiting for him to say what he wanted to say.
A cheeky smile formed on Mattheo’s face once he got his friend’s attention. “Oh nothing. I just returned from the hospital wing.” he spoke, drumming his fingers on the table.
“I’m aware.” Theo spoke slowly, trying to figure out what was going on in Mattheo’s mind. “I’m taking it the other two won’t be returning until later?”
“Correct. Malfoy’s got a broken nose and Zabini’s got a broken jaw. But that’s not the point!” Mattheo spoke quickly, adjusting himself in his seat. He cast Lorenzo a look, before looking back at Theo. “Your girl treated me. She works at the hospital wing some days.” he spoke with a grin, noticing Theo’s falter.
Theo knew exactly who they were talking about but didn’t want it to be known. He raised an eyebrow, feigning an expression of confusion. “My girl?”
Enzo rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “Oh come on, Nott, you know exactly who he’s talking about.” Enzo piped in, receiving a death glare from Theo.
Once Mattheo said your name Theo swore the universe was coming together. Now he finally had an excuse to talk to you, to see you, and to look at you without being teased.
The boys knew about Theo’s not-so-tiny infatuation with you. He was always staring at you during class, in the Great Hall, even during passing in the corridors. But would he ever talk to you? Merlin, no. You were always either with your group of friends or so enamored in your books that you didn’t notice anyone was around you.
How did he develop this little crush? He didn’t know. All he knew was that one day he saw you and immediately knew you weren’t like the rest. You weren’t loud, you weren’t cruel, and you most certainly weren’t outgoing. Your quietness drew him towards you, but it also led him to fear you. In the way he was too scared to approach you, of course.
“Alright. And what do you want me to do with this information?” Theo asked, as if he wasn’t planning ways to go to the hospital wing already.
Both of the boys rolled their eyes and groaned, spending the rest of the night convincing Theodore to just go to the hospital wing to see you. And finally make a move.
The first time Theo went down to the hospital wing was on a Thursday evening, hoping you were there.
It was a quite lame reason to be going to the hospital wing, to be honest. But what could he do? He just wanted to see you!
To his luck you were there tying on your apron, signaling that you had just gotten there as well. He smiled and then quickly wiped it away, knowing he had to act as if he was in some sort of pain.
You hadn't noticed him yet, too preoccupied with pinning up your hair and making sure you had all of your things for the evening. As he stared at you, Madam Pomfrey broke him out of his trance, making you turn your head towards him.
“What’s the matter, dear?” Madam Pomfrey asked him. He blinked and looked away from you, caught slightly off guard.
“I cut myself.” he spoke blankly, holding up his finger. “I was… er… cutting up some ingredients for potions and cut myself on accident.”
Madam Pomfrey raised her eyebrows, as did you. “Well, that’s an easy fix,” she called out your name. As you approached them you gave Theo a small smile, and he swore his stomach turned inside out. “She can help you. I have to tend to some other students.” she explained and then walked away.
Theo made eye contact with you finally, giving you a small smile he never gave anyone. He shocked himself with his own actions. You were saying something, lips moving, but he didn’t quite catch it. Then all of a sudden you were walking away, and he quickly rushed after you.
“You won’t have to stay here long because it’s just a little cut,” you explained softly, setting him down on a bed. You sat down next to him, grabbing his hand gently to examine the cut. “How much does it hurt?”
Too overwhelmed with the sensation of your hand on his and your perfume lingering in the air, he choked on his words. When you looked up at him because he didn’t respond, he managed to finally form some words. “Not… not bad, yeah.” he replied quietly, his heart leaping out of his chest at how close you were.
You smiled and nodded your head, letting go of his hand. “Some Murtlap Essence should treat that quickly. Stay here, I’ll be right back.” you spoke quickly, getting up and going to the back. He watched as you retreated to some cabinets, grabbing something out of it. But he wasn’t entirely focused on what you were getting.
Theo was deeply regretting this decision. He found himself unable to speak to you without stuttering, and he didn’t know how to act right near you. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and straightened up, resuming his plan. He just hoped that you didn’t send another smile at him, otherwise he feared that he would need a real reason to stay at the hospital wing that night.
Once you came back with a tiny bowl of Murtlap Essence, you handed it to him. “Place this on your lap and just dip your finger into it. Your cut should be gone in no time.” you explained, watching him put his finger into the bowl. He raised his eyebrows and looked up at you, and you nodded.
You moved away from the bed, grabbing a clipboard from the nightstand. You turned back towards Theo, a small smile creeping up on your face at his look of disgust towards the bowl. “Some people do find it gross, but I promise it works.” you reassured him, a little giggle escaping your lips. He looked up at you, feeling as if he could melt. But all he did was nod.
After a moment, he finally spoke. “Does feel a bit weird. How long do I have to do this for?” he asked, ignoring the way his heart was thumping rapidly.
“Ten minutes or so. Your cut wasn’t that deep, so you should be fine.” you answered, and he nodded his head. There was something in the air, a steadiness around the two of you. “I just need a bit of information from you,” you started and showed him the clipboard. “Just your name and house would do. Madam Pomfrey will fill the rest out.”
A small pang shot through Theo’s chest. Either you really didn’t know his name or you were just playing dumb. It’s not like he expected you to know his name, but he must have thought you would have at least heard something about him. He cleared his throat, straightening up a bit. “Theodore Nott. Slytherin.” he responded quietly.
You hummed, filling the clipboard out with a pen. “Theodore. Nice to meet you.” you smiled down at him and told him your name. For once a genuine smile appeared on his face, the way his name slipped from your lips felt almost perfect.
“Call me Theo.” he spoke back, his confidence growing again. Your smile widened slightly and you nodded your head.
“Theo.” you repeated, and you swore you saw his eyes light up.
It became somewhat of a ritual, Theo coming in at least three times a week just to see you. Whether it be because of a papercut or because he was dragging Mattheo in after a fight, he always found a way to come in. Madam Pomfrey caught on quickly, noticing how the boy came in for the littlest things. She always sent him to you, saying she had more important matters to tend to. Even though she didn’t.
You noticed that he came in on three specific days: Thursday, Saturday, and Sunday. You had told him one day that those were the days you were always there, alternating between the other days based on how much schoolwork and studying you had to do. He remembered it all.
You would be lying if you said you didn’t find him endearing; it’s not like he was annoying, no. It was just a little silly to be constantly coming into the hospital wing. But who were you to complain, you loved seeing him there.
Today was another silly excuse to be here. It was a Saturday morning and you had just started, planning on only being there for two or three hours. It was a very slow morning, Madam Pomfrey once again giving you the mundane tasks. That was until Theo came in.
He came in with that signature smirk of his, strolling right up to you and past Madam Pomfrey. She simply raised her eyebrows and smiled, used to Theo coming in almost every time you were here now.
“What is it this time, Theo?” you asked, a gentle smile on your face as he walked up to you. He gave a small cough, the smirk still on his face.
“Sick.” he answered, though he looked far from it. You rolled your eyes, but the smile stayed on your face.
“Really? You look perfectly fine to me.” you replied, eyeing him. You made your way to the back, going to organize all the potions from a shipment that just came in. He just shrugged casually, practically chasing after you as you walked away from him. He pouted, stopping right in front of you.
“No, really. Feel my forehead,” he spoke with a pout, “make me feel better, infermiera. I’m burning up.” he teased, fighting the urge to smile at your expression.
You narrowed your eyes at him, reluctantly placing the back of your hand on his forehead. You raised your eyebrows, feeling nothing. “You feel and look perfectly fine, Theo.” you said, raising your eyebrows as that smirk crept on his face again.
“I guess being around you makes my temperature spike.” he said with an easy confidence, causing you to pause for a moment. He noticed your flustered state, and took it as a good sign. Before he could say anything you cleared your throat, a sarcastic smile on your face.
“Very funny Theo,” you started, shaking your head and walking away from him. “If that’s true, then I think you’re just here to see me.” you said sarcastically, laughing at your own words.
When you first met Theo you had no idea who he was. But after the first meeting and days of classes, his name was the only one you could hear. You heard rumors about him—that he’s unavailable, a major flirt, quiet, rude, kind—everything. You didn’t know what to think about him.
That was until he kept showing up at the hospital wing, changing your view of him. He was a flirt, and he did seem quiet, but something that surprised you was that he had a good heart.
He would come into the hospital wing to pick a Pepperup potion for students in the younger years when they needed one. He always brought his friends in after they got into fights and stayed with them until they were fixed up. He also always followed Madam Pomfrey’s rules, promptly leaving when he saw it got too busy or when she simply told him to leave.
So you may have developed a little crush on him. But you never thought he would think of you as anything more than Madam Pomfrey’s assistant that he could easily bother.
Too wrapped up in your own thoughts, you didn’t notice Theo frozen in his spot at your words. Sure, he wasn’t being the most subtle when it came for his feelings about you. However, something about you knowing made it feel a little bit too real. He was trying to hide them but also make it known, see if you maybe felt the same way he did.
He cleared his throat, the smirk on his face once again. “Looks like you’ve got me all figured out.” he replied softly. You picked it up as a joke, rolling your eyes at him with a smile on your face. Oblivious to his real feelings, you convinced yourself that everything he did was for entertainment. But you secretly wished they weren’t.
Theo was actually hurt the next time he went to the hospital wing. During Quidditch practice one of the beaters accidentally sent the bludger flying towards him, knocking him off his broom. Luckily, it wasn’t that far of a fall. Unfortunately for him he had to spend a couple of nights in the hospital wing due to a broken arm.
Sunday afternoon you were just about wrapping up, when all of a sudden Theo was being hauled in by Mattheo. A flash of panic and confusion shot through you. Was this him just being silly again? No, if he was just stopping by he wouldn’t look extremely tired and he would be able to walk fine.
You were frozen in your spot until Madam Pomfrey rushed past you, going straight up to Theo. Mattheo dropped him off on a bed and you immediately stood beside him, looking down at Theo who was now lying down on the bed. “What happened?” you quickly asked Mattheo as Madam Pomfrey assessed Theo.
“Damn bludger hit him and he fell off his broom.” Mattheo explained, shaking his head. He looked over at you and saw your wide eyes and nervous expression and immediately tried to reassure you. “It wasn’t much of a fall, but it seems to have done some damage.” he muttered lowly, bringing his eyes back to Theo.
You gulped, your eyes shifting down to Theo. His eyes were unfocused and glazed, shifting around the room in search of you. When he saw you, a playful smile formed on his face. “Can’t kick me out now.” he teased, wincing slightly as Madam Pomfrey moved his arm. You rolled your eyes, a small but nervous smile on your face.
Madam Pomfrey had signaled you to get something, breaking eye contact with Theo. You rushed over to grab whatever potions she needed and brought it over, not catching the knowing smirk on Mattheo’s face. Madam Pomfrey had used a quick spell to repair his bones, but that didn’t mean he didn't feel pain from it.
Once Madam Pomfrey treated him to the best she could for now, Mattheo had left the hospital wing and it was just you two. You sat down on the chair near Theo’s bed, fiddling with your fingers. “How’re you feeling?” you asked softly, assessing him over a million times.
He could see the stress and nervousness in your eyes, and tried to reach out his arm towards you. Unfortunately he had forgotten which arm was broken and groaned at the sudden pain, immediately retracting it back. That only heightened your stress, about to say something before he spoke first. “Hurts just a tad bit. Nothing Pomfrey can’t fix. Plus, I have my favorite infermiera with me.” he tried to joke playfully, but you could clearly see the pain etched in his face.
“Well don’t you ever fall off a broom again, because you’ll stress this in-fare-me-era out!” you huffed, struggling slightly on the nickname Theo gave you. You crossed your arms as he let out a low laugh, his eyes on yours.
“Glad to know you care about me that much.” Theo teased, a sort of dopey smile on his face. You could feel heat rising through your body, narrowing your eyes at him. You tried to play nonchalant, but it obviously wasn’t working.
“Well, I happen to care about everybody who comes into the hospital wing.” you countered, picking at your sleeves. You weren’t letting him know you really did care about him in more than a friendly way. Not now, at least.
“Sure you do. But I just happen to be your favorite.” he spoke proudly, that stupid smile never leaving his face. You couldn’t help but smile at it, rolling your eyes once again.
“Right. I’ll let you think that because you're in a great state of pain right now.” You adjusted yourself in your seat, uncrossing your arms. “But I do prefer you visiting me when you’re faking an illness or injury, not when you’re actually injured.”
His smile softened, something leaping in his chest at your words. “Noted. I’ll make sure not to get hurt ever again.” he teased playfully, a small silence settling between you two.
It was as if you two were the only ones in the world, Theo’s pain fading away as he looked at you. He swore he could see something more than friendly in your gaze; an unexpected burst of confidence shot through him. “Hey,” he called out your name softly, bringing you back to reality.
“Hm?” you hummed, your eyes never leaving his. Your heart fluttered at his soft gaze on you, anticipating something you hoped he would do.
“How would you like to—,” he started, but was abruptly cut off by Madam Pomfrey calling your name. In your little daze, you didn’t notice another student had come into the hospital wing. You looked around, your eyes landing on a boy being ushered into a bed.
You widened your eyes, promptly getting up. “I’m sorry, Theo! I’ll be right back!” you promised, sending a strained smile his way. Before he could respond you were already off, leaving him all alone on his bed. He frowned, watching your retreating figure. Of course the first time he had grown the balls to ask you out, the universe had decided it was the perfect time for you to be away from him.
And to make matters worse, you didn’t return to him that night. Probably because he fell asleep the moment you left him.
Theo stayed in the hospital wing for two more days, mostly because Madam Pomfrey wanted to make sure everything was okay. You were busy with studying and homework, the looming pressure of exams coming up. Every day Theo was stuck in his bed he hoped you arrived, hoped that you would seek him out like he did you.
It was silly, he thought, to have done all this hopeful wishing and thinking. He felt pathetic, something he’s never felt before. He didn’t know if you thought of them as friends—maybe you thought of him as the annoying boy who came in every day you were there. How he wished it wasn’t that.
The last night he was there Madam Pomfrey told him he had a visitor, all with a knowing smile on her face. Theo didn’t pick up on it, assuming it was either Mattheo or Lorenzo. They had probably snuck dessert for him. He surely wasn’t expecting you.
“Hey,” you spoke softly, a nervous smile on your face as you walked into his area. You had no idea what possessed you to come down here—you were supposed to be studying.
He looked up quickly at the sound of your voice, a bright smile forming on his face. He adjusted himself into a sitting position, his eyes locked on yours. “I almost thought you wouldn’t show.” he murmured, watching as you approached him.
“Of course I would. I even got you a little something.” You handed him a little box wrapped with a bow, rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet as you watched him nervously. You couldn’t sit down, too anxious about his response.
He seemed shocked at the gift, his eyes softening a fraction. He noticed your nervous habit, immediately opening the box to alleviate your mind. Inside the box was a Pepperup potion, Murtlap Essence in a bottle, an Essence of Dittany, and some bandages of all sizes. He laughed at the contents of the gift, looking up at you with a smile. “Is this you saying you want me to stop coming to bother you?” he teased.
You widened your eyes, shaking your head frantically and starting to ramble. “Oh, no! Just a little something in case I’m not in the hospital one day. You don’t bother me, in fact you—,”
“Relax, dolcezza,” Theo spoke gently, reaching his hand out to hold yours. You paused at his touch, freezing in your spot. He noticed it, a small smirk forming on his face as he pulled you closer, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “It’s good. I’ll make good use out of it.” he reassured you, noticing how your breathing became uneven.
For a moment you just stared at him, until you blinked away from him. You threw a smile on your face, wrapping your fingers with his. “Good,” you murmured, sitting down in the chair next to his, holding his hand. “I don’t want to scare you off or anything.” you confessed, looking down at your intertwined hands.
Theo smiled softly, still brushing his thumb over your knuckles. “You could never. Plus, I’m taking you to Hogsmeade next Saturday, aren’t I?” he more so told you than asked, his smile widening at the shocked expression on your face. The courage came out of nowhere, both you and him not expecting the words to come out of his mouth.
“I—,” you stuttered, obviously caught off guard by his words. You shifted in your seat, making eye contact to make sure he wasn’t joking. “Are you asking me out, Theodore Nott?” you asked him skeptically, finding it so foreign that the boy who never took girls out was asking you out.
He chuckled, nodding his head. “Yes I am, and I can only hope my favorite infermiera will say yes to me.” he spoke softly, his hand squeezing yours. Despite his confident demeanor, he was actually terrified of you rejecting him. He would leave Hogwarts and never show his face again to you and the rest of the students just to hide from the embarrassment.
You sat there for a moment, just watching him, double checking that he wasn’t playing a prank on you. Finally, after his smile started fading away and a nervous expression rose on his face, you had answered. “I would love to go on a date with you next Saturday.” you grinned, bringing your chair closer to his bed.
He mirrored your grin, and for once he had let his guard down. He brought your hand to his lips, brushing them against your knuckles. “A date it is. Tell Pomfrey you’re unavailable on Saturday. You’re only going to be with me.”
At that you snorted, rolling your eyes. You did tell Madam Pomfrey that you were unavailable on Saturday once you were on your way out, and she only gave you a small nod with a knowing smile.
summary: in which, theodore returns from a late night quidditch practice session, only to find you already fast asleep.
tags/warning: fluff, nothing else.
a/n: my first post! this was actually modified from my old writing account so if it feels familiar, that explains why lmao anyways i love soft theo <3
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dropping his protective gear backpack on the ground, theodore dragged his tired steps towards the slytherin common room. his gaze softened the moment it found you, fast asleep on the couch. his chest tightened at the thought of you waiting up for him, only to drift off in the quiet.
theo walked to the side of the couch and leaned forward, admiring your sleepy state. a small smile appeared on his lips. with the semi finals of quidditch cup drawing near, flint wanted everyone pushed through endless drills and repeated plays until the whole team was exhausted. his muscle ached from hours on the broom and the cold air still clung to his skin. but the moment he saw your peaceful face, every bit of fatigue seemed to melt away. just like you always did.
not wanting to wake you up, he slowly slipped his hands under your torso and knees as he carried you to his dorm. holding you carefully as if you were made of glass, he laid your body on his four poster bed and wrapped the blanket on you.
theo smiled to himself when you let out a soft groan, eyes still closing. he leaned forward and left a quick kiss on your forehead before changing into something more comfortable, having already taken a shower in the changing room beforehand.
that smooch, by the way, woke you slightly up.
“theo?” you mumbled as you saw him pulling his freshly washed white shirt through his head and fell fast enough to cover a glimpse of his exposed chest. immediately, he slid himself under the blanket beside you as you stirred awake.
“hi, bella,” he said as he pulled you close into his embrace and wrapped his strong arms around your waist. you couldn’t help but smile when you finally heard the voice that you had longed the entire day.
moving your head to the side, you looked up and kissed his jawline. “i’ve missed you,” you confessed, still feeling a little sleepy. theo gave you that soft smile, the one he only reserved for moments like this with you.
“i missed you too, i’m sorry for making you wait for me. you know you didn’t have to, right?” he caressed your arms slowly, tracing lazy circles along it. he caught the faint shiver that ran through you when his breath brushed so close and warm against your ear. you were certain you might melt right then, from the gentleness in his words and lingering touch of his fingers against your skin.
“i know, but i still want to,”
“but you always ended up falling asleep before i get back, tesoro. you need your beauty sleep…—dream of something nice,” he murmured, a teasing tone slipping into his voice. “preferably me.”
he let out a tiny chuckle. and at this moment, you didn’t have it in you to playfully push back. too tired to argue, you turned in his arms to finally face him and just laughed it off, quietly enjoying this side of playful theo that seemed meant just for you.
“i promise, once all of these practices and matches are over, i’m all yours,” he said as his thumb brushed over your cheek. “then we can spend all the time we want together.”
you leaned into his touch without thinking with a small smile plastered on your face.
“promise?” you gazed up into his eyes, still feeling a little drowsy.
“promise.” he whispered as he leaned in and connected his lips with yours together. you smiled slightly into the kiss, feeling every part of him on you before you both pulled away.
hiii ik you haven’t posted in so long but can you write a theo fic where he finds out the new hufflepuff student speaks italian😛
tyyy for this request i’ve been having a slump
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Potions class was always the more interesting class out of Theo’s schedule.
Cauldrons bubbling in steady rhythm, knives tapping against wood, quiet instructions from Slughorn drifting through the room without much urgency. Theo is already bored halfway through the lesson.
Not because it’s difficult.
Because it isn’t.
Everything he’s doing is automatic. Familiar. The kind of work that doesn’t ask anything from him at all.
He’s barely paying attention, wand rolling lazily between his fingers, when he hears it.
A voice.
Not loud. Not aimed at anyone.
His hand stills slightly.
Then he hears it again.
And his eyes move before he decides they should.
Across the room.
One table down.
You’re there.
Focused on your ingredients, knife in hand, and then your body jolts slightly like you’ve cut too deep. He sees it immediately—the small flash of red, the way your fingers pull back instinctively.
And you curse.
Quiet.
Almost under your breath.
“Ma che cazzo…”
Theo doesn’t realize he’s stopped moving entirely until his wand stops turning between his fingers.
Because that shouldn’t be possible.
Not here. Not from anyone.
He’s staring now. He knows he is.
He just doesn’t stop.
Blaise notices first, glancing sideways at him with mild curiosity. “Why are you staring at her?”
Theo doesn’t answer.
Mattheo follows his gaze. “You alright there, mate? That doesn’t look like potion concentration.”
Draco laughs somewhere down the table. “Ouu, someone’s got a crush.”
Theo exhales once through his nose, still not looking away from you.
“Why doesn’t she look familiar?” he says, like he’s thinking out loud more than speaking.
Mattheo barely glances over. “Oh her? She’s new I think. Transferred in last week. Why?”
Theo doesn’t answer.
Because you’ve just done it again.
Another whisper under your breath.
Italian.
And he feels something shift in him that he doesn’t have a name for yet.
So he just keeps watching.
The rest of the lesson doesn’t matter anymore.
He moves through it out of habit. Steps, instructions, ingredients. All of it background noise. Every so often, his eyes drift back to you without permission.
You don’t notice.
That’s the part that keeps bothering him.
When class ends, everyone scrapes chairs back, gathers things, starts talking again like nothing happened.
Theo leaves with them.
Except he ends up behind you without planning it.
Not close enough to be obvious.
Just there.
Following the same movement of the crowd out of the dungeon.
You’re talking to your friends, completely unaware, your voice blending into everything else.
Theo almost speaks.
Doesn’t.
The hallway gets too crowded, too fast, and you’re gone into it before anything can happen.
And he tells himself that should be the end of it.
It isn’t.
After that, you’re everywhere.
Library.
Courtyard.
Hallways between classes.
Not obvious. Never obvious.
Just enough that he sees you before he means to, and then realizes he’s already looking for you the next time without meaning to.
You never notice.
That’s what drove him crazy.
The library is where it finally stops being accidental.
You’re sitting near the back, reading, completely unaware of anything around you.
Theo enters and doesn’t go straight to a table.
He moves through shelves instead, picking up a random book, then another, pretending it matters which one he chooses except it doesn’t.
Because he keeps drifting closer to your table without fully committing to it.
He’s halfway between shelves when your voice cuts through the quiet.
Still not looking up from your book.
“Why have you been following me?”
Theo stops so fast the book in his hand almost slips.
For a second, he doesn’t say anything at all.
Because he didn’t think you noticed.
That was the entire point of how he was doing it.
Slowly, he turns his head.
You still haven’t looked at him.
Still reading.
Like you’re not even surprised.
Like you already knew he’d be there.
He opens his mouth.
Nothing comes out cleanly.
So he tries again, shifting the book in his hand like it will help him reset himself.
“I wasn’t—”
He stops.
That sounds worse.
You finally look up at him.
And everything in him tightens slightly because now there’s no buffer anymore.
Just you and him and the fact that you just called him out without even looking away from your book.
Then you speak again.
In Italian.
“Perché mi stai seguendo?”
Theo’s brain short-circuits for half a second.
Because that isn’t supposed to be possible.
Not from you.
Not here.
Not in front of him.
His expression changes before he can stop it.
Something sharper. More awake.
He steps closer without realizing it.
“Parli italiano?”“You speak Italian?” he says immediately, in Italian without meaning to switch languages.
You tilt your head slightly.“Sì, e quindi? C'è qualche problema?” “Yeah and? Is there a problem?” you say in Italian, still calm, still reading him like this is nothing.
Theo shakes his head slightly, like he’s trying to get control back.
“No, no, I’m just surprised,” he says quickly. “It’s been a while since someone other than my father spoke Italian to me.”
That lands differently in the silence.
You pause.
Just slightly.
“Oh.”
Nothing else.
Just that.
And Theo realizes, standing there with a book he doesn’t remember picking up properly, that this is no longer about coincidence.
Because whatever this is—you didn’t just speak his language.
You interrupted something he thought was only his.
Description: The one thing that drives Theo literally crazy is when you call him "my husband"
Word count: 1.1k words
Warnings: violence - Theo getting into a fight, swearing, possessiveness, slight harassment
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Call him self-centred. If there was one thing Theo loved hearing you say, most of all, it was two words, so simple that everyone else would hardly pay them any attention. "My husband" Yes, that's right, your husband, he would think.
Once you realised what it did to him it was basically a get out of jail free card.
He's mad? "my grumpy husband," you'd say, his frown relaxed, the smile that itched the corners of his lips tells you what it needs to.
You want money? "My darling husband, your wife needs to shop" you'd softly say with your palm out, while he practically falls over himself finding you his wallet.
It was about to exceed your expectations, indeed in public, and not directed towards him at all.
You and Theo navigated through the thick crowd of people, occasionally greeting old friends, at a gala, before Theodore left you to fetch you both a drink.
Patiently waiting for Theo's return, content, until you feel a tap on your shoulder, turning around to find Vincent Crabbe with a sly grin as his hand reached towards you to offer a drink.
"No, thank you, Theo's on his way with my drink" you politely decline
"Oh come on, take it" he insists, coming closer
You unintentionally breathed out an annoyed sigh. Crabbe was just like this in school too, so relentlessly determined to start something with you.
"Crabbe, please don't make me say no again, we both know it won't end well" You smile, your lips closing even tighter this time as you inch away from the unwanted company
"It's habit, you know, the things I'd would do if I- I-I've always wanted just, one, chance" he desperately, almost drunkenly admits, coming so close that you can smell his lunch on his breath
"Yes well, I suggest you kick the habit now, considering my husband’s leniency spreads thin after one blow" You quickly say before stepping back, Theodores hands catch your waist, moving you behind him, as he steps forward, now closer to Crabbe face than he tried to get to yours.
"See Crabbe, I heard that last sentence my wife spoke, and" Theo started, synchronised with his hands rolling up his white linen shirt to his elbows
"- I don't like the way she sounded. Her tone almost scared, Crabbe, wouldn't you agree?" He continued as he backed him into a corner, you followed close behind, watching your husband unfold.
"The sort of scared that you're showing in your face right now, that's the scared I hear in my wife's voice when you were exceedingly flirting with her. Would you agree with that too?" he says his anger rising, his jaw tensing.
"N-No, I mean yes, yes, or no, no! I-" Crabbe stumbled on his words as quickly as he was stumbling over his overworking feet, all ability to flee from Theodore was impossible
Theo had weighed up his opinions but every time he blinked he saw red, hearing your voice repeating 'my husband’s leniency'. It was a reminder of who he was to you, who you are to him, something to protect by any means, that's when he fist acted before his words, clashing into the side of Crabbe's face twice.
Crabbe now on the floor, Theo dropped one more blow directly to his mouth, his wedding ring marking his the skin below his nose "See how well your mouth works now with a busted lip, you piece of shit" He spatout as he left his wounded foe.
"Are you ok? Come on" Theo's brows upturned, frantically worried he missed the worst of your conversation with Crabbe.
"I'm fine, let's get out of here" you say, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
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Now home and safe in bed, Theo stared straight ahead, taking his hands in yours, you gently place delicate kisses to his busted knuckles.
"Baby" he almost whispers out, if your weren't paying such cautious attention to him you might have missed it.
Clawing on top of him you move your hands to his face as his hands take a strong grip of each side of your hips.
"I know" you soothe
Before you can add to the comfort, Theodore's lips lock yours.
The kiss needy, greedy and possessive.
His mouth moving down to your neck, "you know how much I love when you do this shit" he says behind wet hot breathes
"Do what?" you smile
"call me your husband" he growls
"You are my husband" you beam, as the words leave your mouth, his hands dig into your thigh like a deathgrip
"I fucking know" he whimpers.
You feel him shift beneath you, his body humming under your touch like a live wire, each kiss, each word, only spurring him on further. It was like a thread inside him snapped every time you repeated the words.
His grip tightened, enough to bruise if you stayed like that too long, but you only welcomed it, sinking against him as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, breathing you in like he needed you to survive.
"My girl," he muttered harshly against your skin, voice cracking, almost desperate. "My wife."
You thread your fingers into his hair, giving a gentle tug that earns a guttural sound from deep in his chest. Theo had always had this temper, but this part of him, raw and pleading, always followed his outbursts.
"All yours," you whisper back, lips brushing his ear, the words an oath. Theo pulls away enough for your eyes to meet his.
"You scared me," he says, voice hoarse. "When I saw you, when I heard you. I could've fucking killed him."
"I know," you murmur again, stroking the side of his face with your thumb, the bruised knuckles resting against your hip.
"I fucking should've" his eyes exploring your own as if he was searching for reassurance
"I'd do it again," he continues
You smile, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth
"I know," you repeat
Theo’s hands roamed now, slower, more deliberate. His nose brushes yours before his lips dip to kiss your cheeks all over
"Say it again," he mumbles.
You knew entirely what he meant
"My husband." flashing his your wedding ring
And just like that, the air leaves his lungs in one, broken exhale, as if the words physically knocked the breath out of his body.
"Fuck," he curses under his breath, pulling you flush against him, "I’m done for."
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HIIIIIII my lovelies. Getting back into writing, starting with something small-ish, my apologies if it's not up to scratch, first time writing in months LOLLL. Also, this is unread or unedited.
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