I need some soft sex with Theo :( need him to push into me slowly and tell me how much he loves me as he kisses me and leaves a bunch of love marks all over my neck and chest :(
And be still wouldn’t be able to help himself as he wraps his hand round my neck, gently though<3
Oh my god anon YESSS !!! Let’s get into it, yeah?
Ti Amo
Theodore Nott x Reader
Summary: Little Drabble of your boyfriend showing you just how much he loves you
His hips slowly rolled his cock inside of you, his breathing heavy. One of Theo’s hands was wrapped around your throat while the other propped him up. Your doe-eyed gaze remained locked on his, your whimpers heard throughout his dorm. “Cazzo— I fucking love-” He pauses for a moment to let out a pleasurable groan, kissing along your jawline. “—You…So much, Bambina.” With harder, elongated thrusts, he moaned against your cheek.
“Theo—Gods…I love you too— please…please keep fucking me like that.” Squeaking out through your own little cry of pleasure, you could feel Theodore’s strong hand tightening around your neck. A little gasp freeing from your swollen lips. “That’s it, Tesoro…who do you love, huh? Who do you fucking love?” Now kissing down your neck, he sucked ever so slightly, leaving his love bites all over your sensitive flesh while he softly pushes his throbbing length in and out of your pussy. Struggling with himself to not pound you senselessly.
Your moans only progressively got louder, his bed frame rocking along with his slow thrusts. “Y-you…I love you—“ Your eyes were practically rolling to the back of your head now. He was bringing you to a state of pure ecstasy. A state you knew all too well with him. “That’s right…you love me…” Theo’s thumb gently caressed against the skin of your neck, feeling the rapid pulse within it. “I have your heart in the palm of my hand, amore…Ti amo tanto…” Even through the sensual lovemaking, his dominant nature was slipping through. But fuck did you love it.
Slowly pumping his dick into your warmed and soaked core, you could hardly contain the immense amount of pleasure that was now soaring throughout you. Not only pleasure…but love too. “Theo, baby I’m so close—“ Whining as your body squirmed from the nearing climax, a satisfied smirk tugged on the corners of his lips. “My good girl…Cum all over my cock...Show me just how much you love me.” Encouraging you, he kept his slow and steady pace, feeling you progressively get wetter while your tightened walls clenched around his aching cock.
Hehehe a small lil Drabble of softdom!theo he’s just so asdffkghlhlk
english isn’t my first, Implied Intimacy, Slow Burn Romance, Brother’s Best Friend
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There were three unspoken rules in the Zabini household:
Firstly: Don’t touch Mum’s wine glasses. Secondly : Don’t ask about the family business. And Thirdly Don’t flirt with Theodore Nott.
That third one…
Was Blaise’s personal commandment. One he gave you when you were fourteen and he caught you staring too long at Theo during a summer party. “Stay away from Nott,” he said sharply. “He’s trouble.”
You believed him. Until Theo started smiling at you like he wanted to be your trouble.
It started small.
He came over during the holidays to see Blaise and greeted you with a “Zabini” that sounded more like temptation than a surname.
At Hogwarts, he passed you in the corridors and whispered things like: “Nice earrings.” “You dropped this… unless it’s mine now.” “You always smell like strawberries. Is that on purpose?”
It was maddening.
The slow burn. The teasing. The fact that he never actually made a move… but made sure you knew he could.
One night, you found him outside the common room. Late. Alone.
You were wearing an oversized Slytherin jumper, hair messy, a book clutched to your chest. “Studying?” he asked, leaning against the wall like he had all the time in the world. You nodded.
“Cute,” he said with a lazy smile. “Didn’t have you pegged as the academic type.”
You raised an eyebrow. “And what type do you think I am?”
He tilted his head slightly. “The dangerous kind. The kind I shouldn’t like.” Your stomach flipped. Then he walked away like nothing had happened. You never talked about it.
Not when he sat next to you in the library a week later and read over your shoulder, chin in hand, watching your lips more than the book.
Not when he pulled you into an empty corridor after Charms just to say: “Tell Blaise to stop threatening me. I’m not scared of him.”
Not when you caught him watching you from across the Great Hall like he already imagined what you’d look like undressed.
No, you didn’t talk about it. Because Theodore Nott was your brother’s best friend. And this was reckless.
Then came the party. Slytherin dorms. Loud music. Way too much firewhisky. Blaise had vanished somewhere with Malfoy.
And Theo found you alone. “You always hide at parties?” he asked, offering you his drink.
“I’m not hiding,” you replied. “I’m observing.”
He took a sip and handed you the glass. “Poetic.”
You smirked. “Always this persistent?”
He stepped closer. Too close.
“Want me to stop?”
You froze. He didn’t touch you. Didn’t force it.
Just left the question hanging in the air.
You looked at him really looked. Messy dark hair. Sharp jaw. Those unreadable eyes that always seemed to know more than they said.
And you whispered: “No, not really.”
The kiss was inevitable. It wasn’t sweet. It was stolen. Messy. Secret.
His hands held your face like he was trying not to break you.
Yours gripped his shirt like you’d waited too long to finally let go.
After that, the world went quiet. Not because you stopped talking.
Because you didn’t need words anymore.
It was in the way he looked at you in class. The way his fingers brushed yours for just a second too long. The way he walked behind you in the hallways, hand lightly ghosting the small of your back… just to see you shiver.
And you always did. The party raged on inside. Laughter. Alcohol. Loud music. Some students already asleep on the couches.
But Theo kept you away from it.
Your back was pressed against the stone wall in a dim corridor lit only by flickering torchlight. His body was close. Way too close. And on his face that expression of constant self-control… about to snap.
“You have no idea,” he murmured, voice low and fraying, “how hard it is not to touch you when you’re near me.”
You held your breath. Not because of what he said — but how he said it. Like he couldn’t hold it in anymore. Like he was fighting himself. Blaise. The whole damn world.
“Then don’t,” you whispered.
His eyes changed. Darkened. Turned hungry.
He didn’t move. You did.
Your fingers brushed the edge of his shirt, fabric soft under your hand just an excuse to close the distance.
And he gave in.The kiss was deeper this time. Slower. Rougher.
His hands slid around your waist like he was afraid you’d disappear.
Your lips moved with his in soft gasps. Your fingers tangled in his hair.
And for a moment, you forgot everything. Your last name. The rules. Blaise. There was only Theo. And the way his breath hitched as he held you like this.
When he pulled away, his eyes stayed closed, forehead resting against yours. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” he whispered like a confession.
“You shouldn’t want to,” you answered.
You both smiled a little broken, a little addicted. Because you both knew this night wasn’t ending here. He took your hand.
Not like you were fragile. But like you were dangerous and he liked it.
“Come with me,” he said.
You didn’t ask where. You didn’t care. When you’re falling, the landing doesn’t matter. And with him… you weren’t scared to crash.
The secret became a routine. Sneaking around between classes. Stolen glances disguised as nothing. His hand brushing yours under the Great Hall table. Silent meetings in the Room of Requirement.
Everything carefully hidden. Everything done to make sure Blaise Zabini never found out. And it worked.
Until that night.
It was late. His room became your shared haven again, a soft couch, green curtains like his house colors. Theo had you curled up in his arms.
Kissing. Laughing. Breathing.
“I forget sometimes this isn’t allowed,” you murmured against his chest. He was quiet for a second.
“Sometimes,” he said finally, “I wish Blaise wasn’t my best friend.”
You froze slightly. “And what if he finds out?”
“He won’t take it well.”
Minutes passed. Peaceful. Dangerous.Then a knock. Three sharp bangs on the door. Theo stiffened. You sat up, heart racing. “Don’t open it,” you whispered.
But the door… opened anyway.
The magic of the Room let him in.
Blaise.
Standing in the doorway. In his pajamas. Wand in hand. Face unreadable. Fury. Disbelief. Hurt.
No one spoke.
The silence was louder than any scream. His eyes went from you to Theo. Then back to you. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” was all he said.
Theo stood up slowly. Didn’t hide you. Didn’t run.
“Let me explain—”
“How long?” Blaise asked you directly. Your voice barely made it out.
“A few weeks.”
He laughed. No humor. Just bitterness. “A few weeks,” he repeated, looking at Theo. “And you didn’t say a word. After everything?”
“It’s not what you think.”
“Then what is it?” Blaise snapped. “A fling? A way to piss me off? Or do you just want to prove you can take everything — even my sister?”
“It’s not a game,” you said firmly. Theo looked at you like you just saved him. Blaise didn’t.
“Of course it’s not. Because you don’t fall for just anyone, do you?
Then Theo broke the silence. “I’m in love with her.”
Your breath caught. Not from shock. But because… he’d never said it out loud before.
Blaise blinked like he’d just been hit with a curse.
“I can’t listen to this,” he muttered. “Not from either of you.”
And he left.
The next day, you found him outside the library. He didn’t look surprised to see you. Just… tired.
“Do you love him?” he asked. Straight to the point.
“Yes,” you said.
“And he loves you?”
“Yes.”
“Then why hide it?”
“We were scared.”
“Of me?”
“Of losing you.”
That made him flinch. Because he didn’t expect that answer.
Not from you. “You’re the most important person in my life,” you said.
“And you were mine,” he replied.
There was a long silence. Then he said: “If he breaks your heart… he won’t face me as a friend. He’ll face me as your brother. And he won’t recognize me when I’m done with him.”
You nodded. “I know.”
He walked away, hand on the door but paused.
And with his back to you, said quietly: “I always knew if someone could make Nott lose his mind… it’d be you.”
I threw my hands up in exasperation. “You didn’t have to knock him off his broom, you absolute prat!” I snapped, my voice echoing off the stone walls of the corridor.
Theodore Nott leaned casually against the cold, grey wall, that infuriating smirk tugging at his lips. His dark eyes glimmered with mischief, and he made no move to hide the satisfaction in his expression.
Students passing by shot glances in our direction, whispers trailing in our wake like smoke. I barely noticed. I was late for class—Transfiguration, if anyone cared—but honestly, I didn’t give a fig. Professor McGonagall would let me off. She always did. I was her favourite, after all.
“I mean, really, Theodore,” I said, my hands curling into fists at my sides. “Knocking Cedric Diggory off his broom because… what? He looked at me too long?”
Theo shrugged, entirely too nonchalant. “Exactly that. He was staring. I didn’t like it. Problem?”
I let out a loud, incredulous laugh. “You do realise how utterly ridiculous you sound, don’t you?”
“Call me Theodore again,” he said, his smirk widening like he’d just scored a point in some invisible game.
I rolled my eyes. “Honestly—”
“Don’t roll your eyes at me, sweetheart,” he interrupted smoothly, leaning a fraction closer.
I bit my lip, suppressing a groan. “Enough, Theod—Theo,” I corrected myself, not wanting to get dragged into his usual verbal sparring.
“You’re so adorable when you’re cross,” he said, tilting his head, dark eyes glinting with amusement. “My little Hufflepuff.”
I bristled. “I’m not your anything, Nott.”
He raised an eyebrow, his smirk only growing. “Ooh, so now we’re on first-name terms. Progress.”
“Will you just shut up?” I snapped, though my voice carried a touch more weariness than real anger.
“Suits you, amore,” he said with mock fondness, clearly enjoying himself far too much.
I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “I’ve really got to get to class, but… for the love of Merlin, just leave Cedric alone, okay?”
Theo’s brow quirked, and he repeated the name slowly, like tasting a rare wine. “Ced,” he said casually.
“Cedric,” I corrected, pinching the bridge of my nose.
“There we go,” he murmured, lips twitching into another small, infuriating smirk.
“It doesn’t matter,” I muttered, turning sharply and striding toward the Transfiguration classroom.
“It sure does!” he called after me, his voice echoing down the corridor.
I scoffed again, my frustration bubbling beneath the surface.
He was so infuriating. Always had been. Who did he think he was, getting jealous over me like this? He couldn’t. He wasn’t allowed to. Not anymore.
Yet, as much as I wanted to scowl at him from afar, I couldn’t quite shake the way my chest tightened at the sight of him—smug, insufferable, maddeningly confident Theodore Nott.
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“Mate, stop staring,” Mattheo muttered, rolling his eyes as he leaned lazily against the cool, green-and-silver walls of the Slytherin common room. The firelight flickered across his smirk, though there was a faint edge of amusement in it.
Theo Nott didn’t respond. His gaze was fixed across the room, sharp and calculating, on the figure twirling gracefully in the glow of the chandeliers.
Y/n.
And she wasn’t alone. Cedric Diggory, golden-haired and impossibly charming as ever, had her laughing, spinning her around with a carelessness that made Theo’s jaw tighten. It was harmless, of course. To her. But to Cedric, Theo knew, it was different. There was more than just friendship there—a closeness that Theo couldn’t stomach seeing.
“Who bloody invited him?” Theo finally spat, voice low and dangerous as he took a slow sip of his drink, careful to keep his composure.
Mattheo raised a brow, tilting his head with lazy curiosity. “Diggory? Probably Pansy,” he said with a shrug, as if it explained everything. His smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “You know how she is—always trying to stir something up.”
Theo’s eyes narrowed. “Pansy, Pansy, Pansy… she’s got no idea what she’s messing with.” His voice was cold, controlled, but there was an unmistakable edge to it. “It’s not a game, Mattheo. That boy… that Hufflepuff…” He gritted his teeth, the words almost catching in his throat. “He doesn’t belong in my sight when it comes to her.”
Mattheo chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Relax, Theo. It’s just a dance.”
Just a dance?
It wasn't just a dance.
Theo’s lips pressed into a thin line. He didn’t reply, though his mind churned like a storm. Every laugh, every twirl, every glance Cedric dared to steal—Theo felt it all. It was unfair, irrational even, and yet, he couldn’t tear his eyes away.
From across the room, Draco, Blaise, and Pansy lounged in various states of boredom and amusement, their whispers occasionally carrying snippets of commentary that Theo deliberately ignored. He didn’t need their approval—or their interference.
His hands tightened around his glass, the amber liquid sloshing slightly, and he finally muttered under his breath, almost to himself, “She’s mine. She always was. And no bloody Hufflepuff’s going to change that.”
Mattheo gave him a sidelong glance, smirking knowingly. “You’ve got a funny way of showing it, mate. But then again… that’s you.”
Theo’s jaw clenched, but a small, almost imperceptible smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. Perhaps. But the dance wasn’t over, and neither was his claim.
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“You wear that for him?”
The words cut through the quiet corridor like a blade, making me stumble back a step and gasp.
I had gone outside the party, escaping into the dorm hallway for a moment of air, a reprieve from the heat, the music, the laughter. From Cedric. From Theo. From those impossible, familiar eyes that always seemed to find me, no matter where I tried to hide.
The corridor was empty—or so I thought.
“I—hm?” I murmured softly, spinning around to meet him, my heart hammering against my ribs.
Theo Nott stood there, just a few feet away, his dark eyes sharp and calculating, dangerous and familiar all at once. The same eyes I had once adored, the same eyes that had ended everything that night, leaving me raw, empty, and aching in a way I’d never thought possible.
“Diggory. The skirt. It’s short,” he said sharply, his gaze piercing. “You wear it for him?”
“No…” I trailed off, my voice smaller than I intended. My stomach knotted, and my fingers curled into the folds of my dress.
“Oh, really?” He raised a brow, dark and unnerving. “Then who?”
I swallowed hard, the answer hanging in the air before I dared to whisper it: “You.”
He didn’t answer at once. Just stood there, brow raised, silent, like he was weighing something too heavy to say.
“Thought you quit,” I said, nodding toward the cigarette dangling between his fingers.
“I did,” he replied, shrugging with a casualness I knew was nothing but a mask.
I frowned. “Can I have one?”
He glanced at me, surprised. “Since when do you smoke?”
“Since we broke up,” I said lightly, shrugging, trying to appear indifferent, though my chest ached. Since reminds me of you. Since smells like you. Since keeps me from going mad thinking of you. The words caught in my throat before I could say them. I couldn’t let him know how close I still felt, how painfully close.
“Well… you’re quitting,” he said sharply, voice cutting through the stillness of the corridor.
“You don’t get to decide that,” I snapped, feeling a shiver crawl up my spine, cold seeping through my skin.
He just shrugged. “Just did.”
“You broke up with me, Theodore.” My voice cracked, raw with anger and hurt, the tears I’d been holding back pricking at the corners of my eyes.
“I did.” He exhaled slowly, almost quietly. “But… you’re still quitting.”
“You don’t get to do that,” I hissed, fists tightening at my sides, shaking with frustration and sorrow. “You don’t get to get jealous, get protective, get possessive… like you even care—”
“I do care,” he cut me off, sudden and sharp, throwing the cigarette to the stone floor and grinding it out with his heel. His voice was low, raw, desperate, and I could see the way his jaw tightened, the way his hands curled into fists at his sides. “I do.”
Then rage, heartbreak, and confusion collided inside me, leaving me trembling. “Then why?” I demanded, voice rising despite the cold creeping into my bones. “Why did you leave me? Why now? Why—why do this to me?”
“I had to!” he shouted, the words echoing down the empty corridor. “I wasn’t… good enough for you, and you know it!”
“You are enough for me, Theo!” I cried, the tears spilling freely now, burning paths down my cheeks. “You’re everythingI need. You always have been.”
“I don’t know how to do the… boyfriend stuff,” he admitted quietly, voice cracking with the weight of his own guilt and shame.
“But you do, Theo,” I said, stumbling a step closer, heart pounding so hard I thought he could hear it. “You brought me flowers, kissed me when I least expected it, made me laugh when I felt like I’d never smile again—you…”
“That’s not enough,” he scoffed, shaking his head, voice bitter. “You want more, and I… I made you cry. I hurt you, mi amore. That’s not fair. I can’t… I can’t do that to you anymore.”
“But I love you,” I said, my voice breaking in two, raw and desperate. “I don’t care about anything else, I just… I just want you. I need you.”
“I love you too,” he whispered, voice caught, almost tender, almost breaking me open with hope. And for a brief moment, my heart soared. Perhaps this meant something. Perhaps there was a way back. Perhaps he would stay.
I imagined it—the small morning kisses, the warmth of him sitting beside me at breakfast, laughter spilling between us in the Great Hall. The hope made my chest ache, a tender, sharp kind of ache.
Then he swallowed hard, wiping at a stray tear, and all that hope drained like water from my hands.
“But… I’m not good enough for you,” he said, the words heavy and final.
Not good enough.
The words fell into my chest like stones, crushing every ounce of hope, leaving a hollow ache that seemed to expand inside me.
“I never will be. You need to accept it. We… we can’t be together.”
And with that, he turned away, the faint click of his shoes against the stone floor echoing in the empty corridor. Leaving me frozen, trembling, alone.
I sank to the floor, my hands covering my face, sobbing quietly, the hurt so raw it burned. My mind was a tangle of confusion, heartbreak, and longing. The jealousy. The guilt. The desire. It all swirled together, cruel and unforgiving.
My chest ached. My stomach churned. My heart… my heart felt empty, hollow, as if it had been ripped out entirely and left to bleed in the cold Hogwarts hallway.
I had loved him. I still did. And now… I didn’t know if I could survive the ache of knowing he didn’t think he was enough for me
I have an IDEAAAA what about Theodore Notts point of view of having a crush on reader but reader is just so friendly and thinks Theo is just a guy friend while like Theodore thinks about their future kids and is like full out little kid crushing on her
More than just a simple, ordinary friend
Warnings: Confusing feelings, more than friends? Parties, cigarettes, and cute love
For as long as I can remember, the world has been silent.
Not quiet.
Silent.
The Slytherin dungeons don't teach you to laugh. They teach you to observe. To be calculating. To not feel too much.
And then she arrived.
Theodore Nott never believed in destinies. But he did believe in statistics. And statistically, it made no sense that a luminous, boisterous, summer-bright Ravenclaw would decide to sit next to him in the library.
The first time she spoke to him, it was because she needed a book.
The second time, because she liked the silence that surrounded him.
The third time… just because.
And that's how it all began.
She's from Rowena Ravenclaw. Intelligent. Curious. Always with a book under her arm.
But she's not cold like many in her house.
She's laughter in the corridors.
She's helping the first-years with their homework.
She's dancing at parties, not caring who's watching.
And she calls him "Theo" as if that name weren't a privilege.
Theo…
No one else calls him that.
When she smiles, it's as if the world can't be broken. As if there were no shadows in the corridors. And he watches her from the darkness.
Always.
He smokes behind the dungeons when he needs to think. Smoke is easier than words.
Once she found him there.
"That's bad for you," she told him, sitting down beside him without asking permission.
"So am I," he replied.
She just rolled her eyes.
"You're dramatic."
He doesn't understand.
He doesn't understand that every time she smiles, he thinks about things he shouldn't.
About how her last name would look next to his.
About how their children would sound laughing.
About what it would be like to see her walking toward him… not as a friend.
It's ridiculous.
Pathetic.
But when she speaks, he listens as if she were the only real voice in the castle.
He hates parties.
He hates the noise, the music, the excess.
But he goes when she goes.
At the last party in the Ravenclaw common room, she was dancing with a group of friends. She laughed. She twirled. She sparkled.
He was in the corner, leaning against the wall, an untouched glass in his hand.
Watching.
A Hufflepuff boy took her waist and twirled her around.
Theodore's jaw tightened.
He has no right.
They're nothing.
But still, his blood boils.
Because she is his light.
And lights attract everyone.
When she saw him in the corner, she left the group and walked over to him.
"Are you having fun?"
"I hate this."
She laughed.
"I know."
And without warning, he took her hand.
She dragged him onto the dance floor.
Theodore Nott doesn't dance.
But with her…
He did.
Awkward. Stiff. Uncomfortable.
She was laughing.
And for a second, the world stopped being silent.
The problem with being in love in silence is that it hurts in silence.
One afternoon, in the library, she rested her head on his shoulder as he read.
It was innocent.
Friendly.
But for him, it was devastating.
Because he closed his eyes.
And imagined himself twenty years later.
A quiet house.
Her barefoot in the kitchen.
Children with her smile.
And then he remembered that to her, he was just her serious, grumpy friend.
"Theo?" she asked gently.
"Yes?"
"Don't you ever fall in love?"
His heart stopped.
"It's not practical."
"That's sad."
If only she knew.
If only she knew that he was in love like a child. Like someone who never learned to love halfway.
Everything changed the night she cried.
She'd had an argument with a friend. Nothing serious. But enough to break her spirit.
She looked for him.
She always looks for him.
"Can I stay here?" she asked, entering his dormitory unceremoniously.
He nodded.
She sat on his bed. Then she lay down.
And he stood there, stiff, unsure what to do.
"Theo…" she murmured. "Why do you always look at me like you're thinking about something sad?"
"Because I'm thinking about you.
Because I'm thinking that someday someone will kiss you.
That someone will hold you.
That someone will have what I want."
He sat down beside her.
"I'm not sad."
She looked up.
And for the first time, she saw him.
Not the cold Slytherin.
Not the bitter boy.
She saw him.
"You're alone," she whispered.
He didn't answer.
Because if he spoke, he would ruin everything.
Weeks passed.
He kept it to himself.
Until one night, after another party, she was sitting next to him in the Astronomy Tower.
The wind stirred her hair.
"Do you know what I like about you?" she said.
"No."
"That you never judge me."
If only she knew.
"You're always there," he continued. "Even though you're dark and dramatic."
Dark and dramatic.
His light and his night.
The silence grew heavy.
And for the first time in his life, Theodore Nott decided not to calculate.
"I'm in love with you."
He said it flat. Direct. Without embellishment.
She remained motionless.
"Theo…"
"You don't have to say anything," he continued, looking straight ahead. "I just needed you to know. I can't keep pretending I'm just your friend while I think about a future where you're with me."
The breeze seemed to stop.
"Since when?"
"Always."
She lowered her gaze. Processing.
And then she did something unexpected.
She moved closer.
Not as a friend.
As something more.
She cupped his face in her hands.
"You're an idiot for not telling me sooner."
The world ceased to be silent.
"Does that mean…?"
She smiled.
"That maybe I've been thinking about you more than I should, too."
It wasn't a passionate kiss.
It was gentle.
Tremulous.
Real.
And when they parted, Theodore Nott knew one thing for certain:
Night doesn't disappear when the sun rises.
But when the sun chooses to stay…
Night ceases to be cold.
AND.
What did you think? I think it's a little confusing, but I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. This story is dedicated to that anonymous person who gave me the fantastic idea. I hope they're excited about your dreams, and anyone is welcome to send me ideas!
description: your boyfriend hasn’t fucked you in weeks and you’re tired of it, your best friend fred helps you get laid!
paring: theodore nott x fem! reader fred weasley x reader platonic!
contains: smut! 18+, minors dni, mentions of alcohol, sex, p in v
w.c: 1.1k
|an: came up w this idea last night and i luv luv luv it! hope u guys do too.
“cmon, fred, please? it’s been weeks. i’d do it for you, you know?" you’d said to your best friend, fred weasley, during lunch. it has been weeks since your boyfriend last fucked you. you don’t know why or what’s gone wrong. but you were convinced it was some sick game he was playing. he wouldn’t encourage your sexual behaviors, nor initiate anything, and you were fed up.
although, now that you really think about it, it might’ve been your fault, considering the last pillow talk session you and theo had, you told him jokingly that you’d probably last longer than him without sex.
you lied.
you’re growing desperate. you tried to ease the ache in your lower stomach by attempting to please yourself, but it’s not the same; it’s not him. you can’t put up.
“you’re absolutely nuts if you think i’m going to purposefully make theodore nott jealous. do you want me dead? is that what this is?!” fred exclaimed with a hand over his heart, feigning hurt. “you think you know a gal,” he tutted, shaking his head.
you’d pressed your lips into a thin line, reaching into your head to find something that would make fred fold. “i’ll do your homework for a week? two? brew the potions for yours and george’s pranks? "c'mon freddie, be reasonable here.” you’d said with a pout.
“how about covering the cost of my funeral?” he’d deadpanned with a slight smirk. ugh, you’d thought. i guess i’ll have to…
“fine! i’ll do yours and george’s homework for a month so you can work on products. and make sure theo doesn’t do anything rash.” you exclaimed, god, your social life is going to be over, but at least you’ll finally get some dick.
fred’s lips tugged into a wicked grin. "sounds absolutely perfect. see you tonight. pleasure doing business with you, by the way!” he yelled out to you, already walking away, to go grab george and tell him the great news.
you’d sighed, hands holding your head from faceplanting into the hardwood table. it’ll be worth it, you told yourself.
this might, hands down. be the best you’ve ever looked in your life. your low-rise jean mini skirt hugged your hips and thighs perfectly. black long sleeve fitted crop top outlining your breasts and showing just the right amount of stomach, and black knee-high boots covering your calves. you looked to die for.
you do have to admit that you are a little nervous, though. fred and theo are both very unpredictable people. you had just hoped that fred wouldn’t cross the line too much and that theo would do nothing more than drag you up to his dorm and fuck you. considering this is a slytherin party, your chances of this outcome were maybe seventy-six percent?, which is good enough for you!
after overthinking and shuffling through every possible outcome, you finally stepped out of your dorm to meet fred in the common room so you could make your way to the slytherin common room together.
fred took a bow, as if you were queen lizzie herself, and offered you a hand to lead you down the last two steps of the staircase.
“madam?” he’d said in a posh voice, causing you to let out a laugh and take his hand to walk down the last of the steps. as you reached the bottom, he dropped the act and let out a laugh.
“no, but really. you do look good. i’d say there’s a great probability you’re getting laid tonight, with my help especially.” he’d said playfully and nudged you as you both exited the common room together.
“a girl can hope!” you’d whispered, now sneaking around the hallways with him to reach the slytherin common room.
“this is ridiculous!” you whisper-yelled into fred’s ear over the loud music blaring over the common room. you both hadn’t seen theo once tonight, and you and fred have been all over each other all night. getting close, whispering in each other's ears, taking shots together, even dancing together—nothing. the party was now coming to a close, and you still haven’t seen theo.
“i know, you’d think he’d show his face by now, or kick my ass or something" fred responded with his hand placed on the small of your back to get you as close as possible to him, so he could hear you better, of course.
theo had seen everything. he leaned against the wall in front of you covered by dancing bodies. he was alone, smoking cigarette after cigarette, his hand practically crushing the cup full of alcohol he’d had since the party began. he had a sick feeling in his stomach; he couldn’t even try to take a sip of his alcohol; afraid it would give him the courage to stomp over there and beat fred weasley’s ass. he saw everything. the touches, whispers, and dancing. all of it, and now he stood over you, hand on your back, bodies pressed together, whispering into each other's ears over the loud music? that’s enough.
theo stomped his cigarette out, slammed his cup on a nearby table, and made his way over to you and fred.
“you’re coming with me,” he’d said under his breath, grabbing your arm and whisking you away from your friend. shocked, you’d said, and did nothing but let him take you upstairs. you hadn’t even gotten the chance to tell fred bye, but oh well. he’ll be just fine. he did his duty, and you’ll have to do yours too. at least it was a mission accomplished.
“fuck, theo.” you pleaded and moaned against his neck as he pounded into you at a rapid and unforgiving pace, the both of you slick with sweat as you'd been at it for hours.
“you like that? or would you rather have fred’s cock pounding into you like this? huh?” theo growled out as he pulled out, awaiting your response.
“no— no no theo baby please. just you, only you.” you’d babble, hating the feeling of emptiness he’d left you with.
theo plunged his cock back into your wet cunt, continuing his harsh pace and letting out a breathy laugh. “that’s what i thought.”
all you could manage to do was moan and tighten your grip on his shoulders as you both neared your climaxes.
you could feel your brain go absolutely numb as his pace never faltered. you’d managed to breathe out a "theo... im gonna—“
“cum, on my cock, baby.” theo said between thrusts, his own release about to reach a close as his hips began to stutter.
“theo!” you’d screamed out as the tightness in your stomach snapped. the yell of his name that escaped your lips, pushing him over the edge as well.
god, now i have double the homework for a month. was your first post-orgasm thought..worth it. was your last as you drifted off to sleep in theos arms.
fluff, pining, hidden feelings, angry love confession
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Theodore Nott had been your best friend since, well, forever.
You’d known him—and the rest of your small circle—since you were old enough to walk across polished floors and mumble polite greetings to people your parents wanted to impress. It came with the territory of being born into a pureblood family, something your parents valued far more than they ever valued you. To them, you weren’t a person so much as proof that the family line continued.
At least you hadn’t been alone in it. Theo and the others had grown up the same way, taught to sit straight, speak evenly, and never, ever show weakness. You’d all endured the same lectures, the same expectations, and the same cold kind of love that made you question what warmth was supposed to feel like.
But out of that shared misery came something real—him. Theodore Nott. Your quiet salvation in a world that demanded perfection.
Maybe that was why the sharp ache in your chest, the one that had been festering for days, burned hotter now as you watched him turn away from you, again.
A week. It had been a week of this. Dodged glances, clipped replies, and the kind of silence that felt deliberate. The easy rhythm you once shared had vanished, replaced by distance that felt crueler than any insult. His smiles had gone tight around the edges, his words polite but cold. And every time he slipped away without a word, it was as if the air left the room with him.
You swallowed hard, tightening your grip on your bag as you walked in step with Pansy down the corridor. The echo of your footsteps filled the quiet between you, bouncing off the stone walls.
“Pans?” you asked, your voice coming out softer than you meant it to.
She hummed absentmindedly, her hand buried in her bag as she muttered something about a quill—or maybe a notebook.
“Has Teddy said anything about me?”
That got her attention. Pansy glanced up, meeting your eyes just as you both stopped in front of the Slytherin common room entrance. The corridor around you was empty, the torches flickering low, throwing shadows that seemed to stretch with the silence. You crossed your arms over your chest, trying not to look as small as you felt.
“No,” she said finally, her brow creasing. “Why?”
You gave a weak shrug. “He hasn’t spoken to me in a week. It’s not exactly hard to notice that.”
Pansy snorted, shifting her bag higher on her shoulder. “It’s Theo. He gets moody sometimes.”
“Not with me." The words came out before you could stop them, sharper than you intended.
Pansy paused at that, lips pressing together as she studied you. “Maybe he’s mad about Evan.”
“Evan?” Your eyebrows knitted together.
Evan Hawthorn. Ravenclaw Keeper. Same year as you all. The boy you’d been seeing regularly for the last month and a half. It wasn’t anything serious—not really—but it was nice. Easy. Simple.
“Why would Theo be mad about Evan?” you asked. “They get along.”
“Do they?” Pansy tilted her head slightly, a knowing smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. Her eyes flicked over you like she was two steps ahead in a game you hadn’t realized you were playing.
“Yes, they do,” you repeated, firmer this time.
Pansy exhaled then, the tension in her shoulders softening as she looked at you. It was that rare, gentle look she only ever gave in moments like this—when she dropped the sharp comments and actually seemed to care.
“I know the two of you are best friends,” she said carefully, her tone slower now, “but have you ever, you know… thought that it could be more?”
“More?” you repeated, as if saying the word might somehow make it make sense.
“More,” she echoed simply, watching you too closely.
You blinked—once, twice—trying to think of what to say.
Of course you’d thought about it. Not often, and never on purpose, but sometimes the idea slipped through the cracks when you weren’t paying attention. It crept in quietly, curling around the edges of your heart when Theo laughed a certain way, or when his shoulder brushed yours and neither of you moved away. It sat in your throat on long nights when it was just the two of you and the rest of the world felt far away.
But you always pushed it down. Because Theodore Nott was your best friend. Nothing more. He couldn’t be. If you let it be more—if you let yourself want more—you could lose the only person who had ever felt like home.
You swallowed hard, forcing your voice steady. “Teddy doesn’t see me like that, Pansy.”
She huffed, rolling her eyes but not unkindly. “Think what you want,” she said, shifting her bag higher on her shoulder, “but don’t complain when he starts ignoring you. You can’t have it both ways.”
Before you could respond, she turned and stepped into the common room, the tall stone door swinging shut behind her with a deep, echoing thud.
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You had a plan.
Not a particularly good one—or even a fully thought-out one—but a plan nonetheless.
Slytherin had Quidditch practice tonight, and you knew it ended at eight. Theo, being captain, always stayed behind after everyone else had gone. He’d double-check the equipment, tidy up the lockers, sometimes just sit on the benches long after the lights dimmed.
That was your chance.
You blew a strand of hair out of your face and marched toward the Quidditch pitch, the chill of the evening air nipping at your cheeks. The sound of your shoes against the gravel path echoed softly, your heart thudding a little faster with each step.
He can’t ignore you when he’s cornered, you told yourself.
By the time you reached the locker rooms, most of the lights were already off. The faint scent of wet grass and broom polish hung in the air. Just as you were a few steps away, the final light flicked out—and the door opened.
Theo stepped into view, looking startled to find you there. His hair was damp with sweat, a few strands sticking to his forehead. His uniform was untucked and smeared with dirt, his knees stained from the field.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice rough, guarded.
“We need to talk,” you said firmly, planting your feet. There was no room for argument in your tone.
He blinked, glancing back toward the pitch as if hoping someone would rescue him. “Look, I really don’t have time—”
“Then make time, Teddy!” The words came out louder than you meant, sharp with frustration. “You’ve been ignoring me for days now!”
He scoffed, tossing his towel into his bag. “Just because I’ve been busy doesn’t mean you can act like a child.”
That stung. More than you wanted it to.
His eyebrows were drawn together, a crease cutting across his forehead, but the way his nose scrunched gave him away. You’d known him long enough to recognize when he was lying.
“You haven’t been busy,” you said quietly.
“Yes, I have—”
“No, you haven’t!” you interrupted, stepping closer. “Theodore, you have not been busy. You’ve been avoiding me. You barely look at me anymore, and when you do, it’s like you’d rather be anywhere else. I thought I was your best friend. Best friends don’t ignore each other and pretend like it’s fine!”
Your voice cracked at the end, the sound echoing faintly in the empty field.
For a moment, neither of you spoke. The air between you felt heavy—filled with all the words you’d both been avoiding. Theo’s jaw tightened, his hands flexing at his sides, and you could see the conflict flicker across his face.
He wanted to say something. You just didn’t know if you were ready to hear it.
Finally, he sighed, running a hand through his already-messy hair. “You don’t get it,” he muttered.
“Then explain it to me,” you shot back. “Because I’m trying, Theo. I’m really trying, but you’re not making it easy.”
Lightning cracked across the sky—loud, angry, splitting the clouds open with a jagged flash.
You felt the first drops of rain hit your cheeks, cold against the heat rising in your face, but you didn’t care. Not anymore.
Theo stayed silent. His jaw was tight, eyes fixed anywhere but on you. The sound of rain began to build, tapping harder against the ground, soaking through your robes.
You laughed then, a sharp, bitter sound that didn’t feel like you at all. “Fine, Theodore. Don’t tell me. Don’t talk to me. Act like you don’t even know me for all I care.” You threw your hands up, the motion half-angry, half-exhausted. “I’m done.”
You turned, determined to walk away, ignoring the chill that ran down your spine as the rain began to pour in earnest. The sky roared overhead, and for a moment, all you could hear was the storm.
Then—
“You think this is easy for me?”
His voice cut through the rain like thunder, raw and loud enough to make you stop.
You turned back slowly, water dripping from your hair, eyes wide. “What?”
Theo stepped toward you, his boots splashing through the puddles. His hair clung to his forehead, raindrops catching on his lashes as his chest rose and fell fast. There was a tremor in his voice now, part anger, part desperation.
“You think I can just—just sit here and watch you be with him,” he said, his words tripping over each other, “while I’m fucking in love with you?”
The world seemed to stop. The storm, the rain, the trembling in your hands—everything froze around that one sentence.
You stood there, staring at him, your chest constricting so tightly you could barely breathe. “Teddy…” you managed, voice barely above a whisper.
But he shook his head, water flying from the ends of his hair. “You think it’s easy?” he demanded, his tone cracking under the weight of it. “Watching you laugh with him, hold his hand, pretend like he gets you? He doesn’t. He can’t. He doesn’t know you the way I do.”
His voice broke on the last word.
“I’ve been here,” he said quietly, eyes finally meeting yours, glassy with something more than rain. “For years. Just—here. And I’m so bloody tired of pretending it doesn’t hurt.”
The thunder rolled again, softer this time, like the world itself was holding its breath for what came next.
Theo took another step closer, his shoulders tense, rainwater running down the side of his face.
“I tried to stop it,” he went on, voice rough. “Merlin knows I did. You were my best friend. The one person I didn’t want to mess things up with. But then you’d smile, or laugh at something stupid, and it was over. Every time, it was over. I kept thinking I could hide it, that it would fade, but it never did. It just got worse.”
You swallowed hard, but he didn’t stop.
“I thought if I stayed away, it would help. That maybe I’d get over it, or at least stop thinking about you all the damn time. But then I’d see you—” his voice broke again, hands curling at his sides, “—and all I could think about was how it wasn’t me making you smile like that.”
“Theo—” you started, but he shook his head, cutting you off.
“I know you don’t feel the same. I know that. And I swear, I wasn’t going to say anything, I just—” His words were tumbling out now, fast and uneven. “I couldn’t keep watching you with him, like I’m invisible, like none of it mattered—like we don’t matter—”
You didn’t let him finish.
Before he could say another word, you stepped forward, closing the space between you and pressed your lips to his.
For a second, everything stilled. The rain, the thunder, the chaos in your chest—all of it fell away.
Theo froze, eyes wide, a small sound caught in his throat. Then he exhaled shakily against your mouth, his hands hovering before finally settling at your waist, as if he was afraid you might disappear if he held too tightly.
When you finally pulled back, both of you were breathing hard, rainwater dripping down your faces.
“That’s not what you think,” you whispered, voice trembling. “It’s never been easy for me either.”
Theo blinked, staring at you like he wasn’t sure if he’d imagined it. His lips parted, but no words came out—just another breath that sounded half like a laugh, half like disbelief.
He looked at you for a long moment, rain dripping from his lashes. Then he stepped closer, slow and hesitant this time. His hand lifted, fingertips brushing against your jaw, barely there—like he still wasn’t sure he was allowed.
“Tell me to stop,” he said quietly. “And I will.”
You didn’t.
Instead, you leaned into his touch, eyes closing as the storm around you faded into something softer—something almost peaceful.
For the first time in weeks, maybe years, the silence between you didn’t feel heavy. It felt like relief.
pairing: theo nott x reader, mattheo riddle x reader
summary: theo is watching how your relationship with mattheo is slowly destroying you. theo just hopes you would realize how much more he loves you.
warning: toxic relationship, use of language
the drink in your hand trembled as you stood in the middle of the room, your whole body shaking. your eyes were fixed on your boyfriend, who didn't even notice that you were looking at him.
how could he? he was way too busy flirting with some blonde girl, exchanging smug jokes and checking out her boobs whenever she looked away for a second.
"y/n?" enzo had stepped beside you, a hint of worry crossing his face as he noticed what you were looking at. "want me to—" before he could fulfill his sentence, you had gulped the rest of your drink and pressed the empty glass against his chest, leaving the common room in a hurry.
it were those moments in which you hated how calculated mattheo could be. it wasn't an accident, he had known you would see him. he often did things like that whenever he felt that you had wronged him.
now it had just been you saying no to hooking up upstairs. you wanted to spend the evening with your friends. the ones you barely saw since you had started dating mattheo. and now he had ruined your whole evening.
mattheo always behaved like that. if he couldn't have something, no one could.
it was exhausting and you were just tired.
you walked up the stairs and out of the dungeon, leaving the slytherin common room behind, before you slipped out of the door and into the cold air of the night.
you walked around the castle, before you found the stairs to madam hooch's office, sitting down on them so exhausted, like you had walked for years.
the sky was dark and cloudy, but the moon peeked out through small spaces, illuminating your position on the stairs. you felt so lonely out here, like you were alone in the world entirely.
you wondered if mattheo had noticed that you had left the party, probably not. and even if enzo had told him, you were sure he wouldn't make an effort to come and search for you.
mattheo was your boyfriend, but you could not allow yourself to think he belonged to you.
"what are you doing?" the voice was warm and settled onto your shoulders like a warm blanket. but in reality, theo had taken off his jacket and draped it over your shivering form.
"thanks" you muttered, slipping your arms into the sleeves and pulling the jacket close to shield your body from the cold.
theo sat down beside you, offering a cigarette, which you declined.
you could pratically feel him open his mouth to ask for the reason of you being out here once more, but you weren't keen on talking about that, so you quickly changed the topic: "where have you been all night?"
theo shrugged. "in the library"
you shook your head and laughed at the ridiculousness of his answer. theo grinned at the sound.
"and what about you? why didn't you stay at the party?"
"party's are boring" you shrugged, avoiding the real reason for your hurried leaving.
"yeah" theo nodded. "i think that, but not you. remember? you managed to drag me to every party this past year"
"still don't know how i did that to be honest" you smiled softly.
"me neither" theo shook his head, lightning a cigarette and taking a drag. "so i take it mattheo was a jerk again"
"theo" you sighed, knowing that he would hate what mattheo had done this time. and even though they used to be best mates, theo had shown no particular interest in being on mattheo's side during any of your typical fights. actually he would always get quite angry whenever you told him.
"you can tell me, you know?" he took another drag from the cigarette. "it's not your job to protect him"
"he's your best friend" you shrugged. "what happens between us should not affect your friendship"
"and what about our friendship?" theo moved a finger between you both. "don't i have to be loyal to you too?"
"no" you whispered, regretting it the same exact moment, but the damage had been done, theo looked at you with an incredulous look in his eyes, waiting for an explanation. "not when it changes the way you feel about mattheo."
theo huffed. "i can't believe that you're still defending him" he stood up, the anger overtaking his features, as he threw down his cigarette and stumped it out on the ground.
you stood up too, stepping closer and trying to catch his gaze. "theo, please—"
"why are you doing that for him?" he asked. his voice had grown softer again, the anger evaporating as he saw the tears brimming in your eyes. he was just trying to understand now. "why are you putting up with the way he treats you?"
"because he's my boyfriend" you said as if that was answer enough.
theo shook his head. "no, no" he muttered between clenched teeth, "he hurts you and you stay. why?"
"because i love him"
theo froze in his movement and his gaze wandered up to meet yours. the pain stricken expression on his face hurt you far more than mattheo's betrayal could've had.
"okay" he muttered. but that word sounded so foreign coming from his mouth, as if nothing was okay or would be okay ever again.
he buried his hands in the pockets of his trousers, before he send you a simple nod and started to walk away. "you can keep the jacket."
you stood frozen in the middle of the hogwarts grounds, your eyes focused on his retrieving figure, your body warmed by his jacket. why did you feel like you had just betrayed theo? why did it feel like you had hurt his feelings? why did you think about him and every thought of mattheo was far gone from your mind?
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the next day was a broody saturday. no light came through the window when you awoke to heavy knocking on your dorm door the next morning.
"are you going to open the door?" pansy's voice rang out and your eyes fell on her. she was laying in her bed, but her feet were laying on the end of the headrest, her whole body turned in the wrong direction. her voice sounded muffled as she pressed a pillow to her face, probably to ease her headache. "he's been calling your name for the past ten minutes" she groaned.
"really?" you asked, quickly slipping out of your bed and walking to the door. theo had been pretty disappointed yesterday, but maybe he had come to realize that he couldn't be angry at you.
you swung open the door with a hopeful smile and his name on the top of your tongue.
your smile died quickly when it wasn't theo, but mattheo standing in front of the door, half of his face hidden behind a giant bouquet of red roses. "oh" you muttered.
"hey" mattheo smiled, pushing the flowers into your left hand. "sorry about yesterday" he shrugged as if he had spilled a drink and you had been angry about that. "enzo said you were pretty angry"
"oh, did he?" you rolled your eyes at the missing sorrow or regret in mattheo's voice, he didn't even notice that you were being sarcastic.
"well, he said you rushed out of the party, so yeah, that's what he told me"
"great" you grinned sarcastically, which was lost on him again, as he smiled back.
"great" he peeked around your body and his eyes fell on pansy. "had one too many shots last night, huh pans?"
"kill yourself, riddle" pansy muttered beneath her pillow.
mattheo easily ignored her. "well, i better get going, i need to find draco and ask him for his divination essay."
"yeah, of course" you nodded. "good luck" you said with a tighlipped smile.
mattheo send you a smug smile, as if he wanted to say that he didn't need any luck to get what he wanted, before he winked and turned around, walking back to the slytherin common room.
you closed the door with an exasperated sigh. pansy lifted the pillow from her head as she watched you. you threw the roses down in the rubbish bin, before you set them on fire with a simple spell.
"he does know you're allergic to roses, yeah?"
your eyes wandered to your red and slightly swollen hands, and you tried to hold back the sneeze that was about to break from you.
pansy sighed at the lack of an answer, knowing fully well, mattheo had never really known the fact or simply forgotten it.
she sat up in bed and fished for her wand that had somehow gotten into her sock, before she waved you closer and quickly removed the allergic reaction from your body.
"thank you" you smiled, before you threw yourself down on your bed and stared at the ceiling.
"you should really break up with that idiot" your head turned to look at pansy, who looked a lot like she had died and left her body down in the common room last night.
"it was a mistake" you shrugged.
"i wouldn't call something that could lead to your death a mistake" pansy shook your head "and you weren't even happy to see him"
"because i was still angry with him"
"sure" she nodded sarcastically. "or because you expected someone else"
you send her a look that clearly told her to shut up, before you got up and walked into the bathroom, searching for your toothbrush.
"okay, fine" she smiled smugly. "i'll stop talking, but all i'm saying is that you're obviously in love with theo"
pansy was clearly still affected by all the alcohol she had consumed the night before, or she would've been able to dodge the package of toothpaste that hit her against the forehead a second later.
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hogsmeade was refreshing that time of year. it felt like it was reborn once the winter months were over and spring slowly came. the trees were growing fresh green leaves and you couldn't help but smile as you noticed kids playing in less thick clothes than during the winter, being able to have more of the day because the sun would set later.
you group of friends walked through the little passage until you reached the three broomsticks and sat down at your usual table. a round of butterbeers was ordered and your friends quickly fell into conversation.
draco, blaise and mattheo lead the conversation, discussing the goal mattheo had thrown during last weeks quidditch game.
"you should’ve seen it," he said, smirking as he spread his arms like he was already replaying the highlight reel in his mind. "top corner, perfect spin. keeper didn’t even flinch."
draco clapped him on the shoulder. "legendary, mate. best shot of the season."
mattheo grinned, turning his dark eyes to you. "shame you didn’t think so, though, huh, baby?"
your brows knitted together in confusion. "what do you mean?"
"oh, come on." his smirk widened, his tone light but laced with venom. "i score the goal of the season, and you couldn’t even be bothered to celebrate properly. what was it you said? ‘i'm not coming upstairs with you tonight, mattheo.’"
the table errupted in laughter, draco shaking his head as blaise muttered, "ouch," under his breath.
you couldn't see it, but to your right side, theo's fists clenched around his butterbeer until the whites of his knuckles were visible.
enzo, not as inclined as his friends by mattheo's words, shook his head. "come on, man. that's not cool" he muttered.
"he's right" pansy quickly agreed. "no topic for butterbeer sunday, right?"
mattheo rolled his eyes, not even caring about his friends words. "i'm sure you'd be frustrated too if your girlfriend would never let you fuck her"
"mattheo!" you scolded, as draco and blaise stiffled their laughter, pansy and enzo exchanged worried glances and theo looked like he was ready to test the quality of his jug by slamming it against mattheo's head.
"what? did i hit a sore spot?" he smiled satisfied at your growing discomfort.
you didn't answer and mattheo's eyes wandered from you to theo. "bet you had no problem to suck someone off if that someone was theo, huh? don't act like i didn't notice the way you keep oggling each other. theo's just waiting for the right moment to fuck you"
the table had grown quiet. not even draco and blaise made a noise as they stared from theo to you and back to mattheo, who seemed to be enjoying the situation a lot more than he should.
"you're an absolute fucking idiot, you know that?" your voice broke the silence, as you slid out of your seat, threw down the money for your butterbeer and left through the door.
mattheo's smile died as soon as the door fell closed behind you. "shit" he muttered, shaking his head. "she can never take a fucking joke, i swear" he laughed to himself. "as if she would ever leave me for you theo, hm? and is if you would ever do that to me. come on guys, just a joke"
his friends stayed unmoving, not reacting to the reveal. mattheo shook his head once more, mouthing something about 'fucking humorless losers' before he stood up and followed through the door behind you.
"that was... intense" enzo mumbled.
the group relaxed a little, now that mattheo was gone.
"shit that was more than just intense" pansy shook her head and took a sip from her butterbeer. "i mean even draco and blaise were shocked and they're the biggest idiots i know. not even you two would've dared to say something like that. joke or whatever."
blaise and draco, who would have normally protested at being called idiots, just nodded, still stunned from what happened a minute ago.
"but it's not true right?" enzo asked, leaning forward to gain a look at theo, who hadn't said a word the entire time. "i mean you don't really want to fuck—"
"enzo" pansy shook her head, interrupting the oblivious boy.
"shit" blaise said loudly, his eyes growing even bigger in incredible disbelief. "don't tell me mattheo was right. you really want to fuck his girlfriend?"
"mate" draco shook his head at blaise, not really believing his words, before his eyes felt on theo, who looked unnaturally guilt-ridden. "fuck he's right, isn't he?"
"boys, come on" pansy mumbled, trying her best to jump tp theo's and also your defence. "it's not like that"
"not like that, huh?" blaise repeated with a wiggle of his brows.
"don't tell me you already did it" enzo said, mouth wide open.
that made theo look up. "of course we didn't, don't be ridiculous" he shook his head.
"yeah, but you didn't deny that you want to" draco pointed out with a smile as he crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. "this is by far the most interesting thing that happened since enzo managed to make snape's cauldron explode as a prank and got away with it too"
"that wasn't even a prank" enzo corrected. "that was an honest mistake and i nearly lost my right eyebrow"
"yada yada" blaise made a throwaway hand gesture.
"it's not" theo shook his head, circling back to what draco had said. "because nothing is happening or will be happening, so you have to find your entertainment somewhere else"
"what a shame" draco muttered as he shook his head, a pout on his lips.
"wait, what?" pansy interrupted surprised. "you're really gonna let her stay with that absolute asshole? i mean we all knew mattheo was a jerk, but it's reached a new level, don't you think?"
"it's not my place—" theo shrugged regretful.
"your fucking place?" pansy muttered in disbelief. "you've been practically eye-fucking y/n and acting like her boyfriend anytime you had the opportunity to for months, but suddenly it 'isn't your place'? are you fucking with me?"
"what am i supposed to do? steal mattheo's girlfriend, really?"
"tell her for starters" enzo suggested.
"there's no chance that would work" theo shook his head. "the group would basically implode. mattheo would hate me, hell i already don't like him that much anymore"
"mattheo will come around" blaise noted. "it's not like he ever really cared before. for all we know he could be cheating on y/n"
"what?" pansy and theo asked at the same time.
"he's been buying condoms nonstop" blaise shrugged. "and if she really didn't want to have sex than i'm not sure who he's using them with"
"fuck" draco shook his head, less amused and a lot more worried now. "that's heavy."
"fucking asshole!" theo snapped, standing abruptly and tossing a few galleons onto the table to cover his untouched drink. he turned toward the door, shrugging on his jacket as his friends watched in silence.
“where are you going?” pansy called after him, her tone a mix of curiosity and encouragement.
“where do you think?” he replied without looking back, his voice tinged with determination.
as the door swung shut behind him, the table fell into an uneasy quiet. pansy exhaled loudly, leaning back with a shake of her head.
“honestly,” she muttered, glancing at the others. “i hope he punches mattheo.”
draco finally smirked again, his usual smugness returning. “i hope he does too,” he said, earning a surprised laugh from blaise and an approving nod from enzo.
"and after that i hope he fucks—“
"enzo!"
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theo stood in the middle of the street, his eyes searching for a hint of where mattheo and you had went.
"hey theo" marlene hoppstech stepped next to him as she noticed him standing there. she was a hufflepuff, a blonde girl that was a bit too short for her age, but quite nice.
"sorry, marlene, but i'm busy, looking for—"
"mattheo?" she asked and theo perked up.
"have you seen him?"
"who hasn't" she shrugged. "i never heard someone scream so loud in my life. y/n broke up with him. right here" she pointed to the ground beneath him. "he went in that direction, i heard him say something about firewhiskey."
"and she?"
"huh?" marlene asked confused. she was taken aback by the implication that theo didn't even care where his best friend had gone and how he was.
"where did y/n go?"
"well" marlene looked from left to right, trying to recall in which direction you had walked off. "i think back up to the castle"
"thank you" in a moment of overwhelming happiness, theo pulled marlene close and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "you're an angel"
and off he was. marlene could only look after him in stunned silence as theodore nott, unemotional, quiet, calm theodore nott sprinted off in the direction of the castle.
theo earned more than just confused looks as he ran through the hallways of hogwarts. eyes were following him around every corner he crossed and a few people seemed to be debating if they should start running too, thinking that theodore nott would need a really good reason to be running from something.
but theo wasn't running away from something. he was running to something. he was running to you.
and if you weren't the most important thing in the world, he wasn't sure what was.
he ran past all your favorite places, anywhere that you could've possibly been: the common room, the library, the hall of the herbology classrooms, the big tree by the lake and finally the astronomy tower.
by the time theo arrived at the highest platform, he was absolutely out of breath, had he wasted no time making any breaks as he basically sprinted through the entire castle.
and still, he hadn't found you.
he was gaping for air, his hands resting on his knees, and he was sure his heart would give out any minute now, when he heard someone coming up the stairs.
when he heard you coming up the stairs.
he would've been able to tell apart the sound of your steps from millions of people.
"theo" you said as soon as your eyes fell on him. you didn't seem surprised upon seeing him. almost as if you had expected him to be here.
"y/n" theo sighed. a smile crept upon his face.
"granger said you’ve been searching for me" you continued. "she said you were frantically running through the library and something about madam pince banning you for like a week. is that true?"
"yes, yes" theo nodded, his smile growing with each word. "it's all true"
"well, okay" you nodded confused, not quite understanding what was happening.
there was a moment in which neither of you spoke. you simply just looked at each other.
theo noticed how there was not a hint of tears on your face, almost like the breakup had never happened. you looked not much different from when he had last seen you in the three broomsticks. apart from his jacket on your form. it was a mystery why you had decided to switch your own (the one you had worn to hogsmeade) against his.
you noticed his dissheveled look, like he had really been running for the past hour. you heard the quickness of his breath like he hadn't had any time to breathe for minutes. his hair was messy, moved by the wind that was now blowing over both of you and you wondered what was so important it made hermione granger get up from her astronomy homework and come look for you.
"i broke up with mattheo" you finally said to break the silence. "down in hogsmeade. in front of like a million people"
"i know" theo's smile was still intact.
you furrowed your brows and your eyes slipped from him to the enchanted record player that was sometimes used during astronomy class.
"theo, can you waltz?" you asked suddenly, just as surprised by your question as he seemed to be. "if not i could show you"
theodore nott came from one of the most prestigious pureblood families, he had spent more than half of his life at balls or receptions and learned classical dancing from the age of five.
waltz was probably the easiest one of all the variations of dances he could quickly pull the steps up to in his mind.
but theo smiled and shook his head. "no, i can't waltz"
with a soft flick of your wand, the record player came to life, and a soft melody began to hum through the opened space.
theo took the hand you held out without hesitation, his fingers curling gently around yours. you placed your other hand on his shoulder, and he instinctively rested his on your waist. the warmth of his palm against you made your heart flutter, though you quickly masked it by taking a small step back.
“okay,” you said, trying to focus on the instructions. “it’s just three steps—forward, side, close. then repeat.”
“sounds easy enough” theo replied, though his mind was entirely elsewhere. you were so close, your presence intoxicating. he had been prepared to fight mattheo, prepared to do anything to make you see your worth, and now here you were, teaching him to waltz as though nothing else existed in the world.
you both danced around the room gracefully, theo turned and led you like he had done it a thousand times before.
"you lied," you accused, a soft laugh chasing after your words.
theo smiled. the softest smile you had ever seen on anyone, as he dipped down his head and whispered into your ear: "i would prefer to call it strategic deception."
"oh?" you made, trying to cover up the blush creeping onto your face. "and what strategy are you following then?"
theo shrugged and furrowed his eyebrows. "is it working?"
you didn't answer. simply stared up at him in awe, as he continued to make you flow around the room, turning you away and catching you back in his arms.
you weren't gonna give an answer.
theo didn't need an answer.
finally, with one last turn, theo stepped moving. he looked down at you and you looked up at him, still caught in his arms.
reality caught back up to you as you stepped out his embrace and both of your arms fell back against your side.
"not bad, nott." you complimented as you presented him with an impressed smile. your left hand caught your right one as you began to play with your fingers, clearly nervous.
theo laughed. "i had a good teacher."
the moment was over. it had fled quicker than both of you could've tried to hold onto it.
you weren't waltzing across the platform of the astronomy tower any longer. now it was just theo and you, standing across from each other. staring.
something had clearly shifted between you. you both knew it.
but neither of your said it, as you turned to leave, theo right behind you.
his footsteps were steady, unrushed, matching yours as you descended the tower in silence. he didn’t try to stop you, didn’t try to speak.
there was no need.
no need to tell you just now, no need to hold you back, no need to chase after you. you were right there in front of him—not just on the stairs, but in every way that mattered.
and merlin, theo could be patient. he knew that the day would come, that not only would he be looking at you, but you would finally turn around and meet his gaze.
I feel like Theodore Nott and Mattheo Riddle both smoke and drink a lot.
But Mattheo drinks way more than Theo does,
and Theo smokes way more than Mattheo does.
And that’s how they deal with their problems.
Mattheo downs a bottle of whiskey.
And Theo chain-smokes a pack of cigarettes.
Because Mattheo is extremely impulsive and intense, so when he’s spiraling, he needs something that works fast. That will give him that instant escape and numbing. And alcohol does that. It drowns out the noise and gives him that detached feeling so he doesn’t have to deal with his own thoughts. at least for now…
But Theo, on the other hand, is more… Internalized. He doesn’t explode like Mattheo, he implodes. And smoking is repetitive. Grounding. The ritual of lighting a cigarette, inhaling, exhaling… it gives him a sense of control even when everything else feels out of his control.
Where Mattheo wants to drown everything out, Theo wants to slow everything down.
"𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱."
but they never really do.
Such a healthy duo of best friends, right?
Just some random thoughts, but I could write a whole essay about it. (I probably will)
