“So as painful as it was to have to make out with your sworn enemy and pretend to enjoy it, you had no choice.”
♡ genre : fluff (?), angst (?), it’s certainly something
♡ au : enemies to lovers | prefect/academic rivalry | murder mystery
♡ word count : 1.5k
♡ an : just a little drabble of a concept i had in my head - a murder mystery going down during the year the golden trio’s hunting down horcruxes
“Shit!” You muttered as you looked down at your watch. “Shit, shit, shit.”
You stumbled around your room as you wrestled your robes around your body and clumsily tied your shoes while searching for your History of Magic essay. You weren’t about to turn it in late, not when you stayed up an extra three hours just to write it. You lifted all the sheets off of your bed and frowned when you found nothing, pausing and running a hand over your hair in frustration. You turned around and closed your eyes to try and use your memory to find it. Upon opening them again, you noticed the corner of a piece of parchment sticking out under the stack of books sitting on your night table.
“Yes!” You whispered, fist pumping and grabbing it, shoving it unceremoniously into your bag. Pushing the last bit of the bagel you had swiped from the dining hall into your mouth, you ran out of your dorm and into the main corridors to hopefully only be four minutes late to class.
Of course, things could never be that simple.
“Excuse me! There is no running in the building at any time!” Someone called behind you, stopping you in your tracks by grabbing the tail of your robe.
You whipped around and groaned at the sight of your greatest enemy. Archnemesis, really.
Theodore Nott.
Even at 8 am, Theodore looked wide awake and primped to perfection. You had never seen him without his pressed robes and emerald green tie done in a windsor knot, dark curls styled upwards, or his skin anything less than a canvas of flawless marble. You were convinced he never slept due to the unholy amount of coffee he consumed every morning.
“Come on, Nott. Haven’t you ever been late to class?”
“No,” he said with a smirk as he pulled out his yellow reporting pad.
“Would you really write up a fellow prefect?” You asked in a pleading tone.
“Absolutely. The rules apply to everyone, my dear Accidental.”
Theodore Nott was absolutely insufferable in every way. When the last head boy had graduated, the equally intolerable Nate Richards, Theodore had been chosen nearly unanimously to replace him by the professors. It was a natural fit, of course. Theo was just as intelligent, comparatively ambitious, and twice as arrogant. But Richards at least had the decency to leave everyone who wasn’t in his posse or bothering his posse to their own devices. Theodore, on the other hand, took great pleasure in terrorizing his underlings. Especially you, the girl with a sordid, amusing past that did not belong with the wealthy elites of House Slytherin.
He ripped out a carbon copy of his reporting form and handed it to you, patting you on the shoulder with a mockingly sympathetic pout. “For being one of the top students in this school, you really are quite empty headed.”
“Thanks. At first I didn’t know why they made you head boy, but I’m starting to see it now. Your grace and kindness are truly remarkable, Nott,” you said, rolling your eyes.
“Jealous, are we? I know you were vying for that head girl spot.”
You spluttered at the accusation. “That’s ridiculous! Maybe I entertained that thought during sophomore year, but if you hadn’t noticed, being a prefect is hard enough. Being a head girl wouldn’t have been possible. Besides, Snape’s far more likely to notice obnoxious prats like you.”
“It’s okay, darling,” Theo said with a derisive coo, pulling your chin into his fingers. “I’m sure you’ll get into the Ministry without holding as many prestigious leadership positions as me. Tell you what, I’ll even put in a good word for you there.”
“Don’t bother,” you said as you slapped his hand away. “I’d rather be unemployed forever than have to live under debt to you.”
“Please, you’d love to be under me-“ he began before a scream sounded out somewhere further down the hall.
The two of you froze at the noise, turning your heads slowly to the direction where it came from. For a moment, there was nothing. Then the sound of shuffling steps and the familiar voices of your professors gasping rang out. You looked back at Theo, who was staring at you with wide eyes. Neither of you moved, until the commotion began drawing closer to you. Your feet remained glued to the ground as Theo dashed away to hide.
“Another dead, Snape. The aurors are going to start asking questions,” a voice that sounded like your biology teacher said.
“Forget the aurors, the parents are going to start asking questions. One is a tragedy. Two is a pattern.”
Another dead? Two? You weren’t aware there were any deaths at all. And at a school as tight knit as Hogwarts, that sort of thing was difficult to hide. The footsteps grew louder and you realized you had about two seconds to find a hiding spot or else you were going to be listed as a primary suspect. But you couldn’t bring yourself to move.
A hand locked around your wrist and dragged you out of the center of the corridor into a darkened doorway. You gasped quietly as Theo raised a finger to his lips. He gave you a stern look and moved his hands to your shoulders, pressing your spine against the cold stone wall.
“Follow my lead,” he mouthed.
You knitted your brows together and tilted your head. Before you could ask, he had cut off your flow of thoughts by pressing his lips to yours.
You squeaked in surprise and tried to push him off, but he had swiftly caught you by the wrists and raised your hands over your head before diving back in. You were ashamed to admit how that move kind of made your toes tingle. You briefly thought about stomping on his perfectly shined Oxford shoes to get him off you before you realized what his angle was. He was trying to hide the both of you from recognition by making any witnesses too uncomfortable to look at your public display of affection. So as painful as it was to have to make out with your sworn enemy and pretend to enjoy it, you had no choice.
You closed your eyes and clumsily tried to follow his rhythm. He smirked into the kiss and pressed his body against yours, leaving no inch of you unconnected to him. He was warm, so warm it was beginning to make you sweat and feel a little delirious. This close, you could smell the base notes of his cologne. Chestnut, vanilla, and cinnamon. You could taste bitter espresso on his lips. Just when you were beginning to really forget yourself and sink into the feeling of being kissed, Theodore ripped the rug out from under you by biting your lower lip. You gasped in pain and he quickly took the opportunity to lick into your mouth.
“You two! Get to class before I write you up.”
Success.
Theo broke away from your lips and waited with bated breath until the two of you were the only people left in the hallway.
“Have you never been kissed before?”
“Is that really what you’re concerned about right now? Not the two dead students?” You crossed your arms and raised a brow at him, pretending not to be affected by the line of questioning he was throwing at you.
“Well, when you have a superior mind like mine, you’ll find that you can worry about two things at once. Besides, what are we supposed to do? Clearly the administration has no plans to release the information to the student body, and we have no proof.”
“We have to do something or more people are going to wind up dead, Nott!”
“I don’t need to remind you how precarious your position at this school is, Y/N. You are not going to do a thing about what we just heard. And neither am I.”
You opened your mouth to protest, but Theo continued.
“I am going to spread a rumor which will cause students to feel fear, and give me power to institute a buddy system. No one will be able to go anywhere without a partner to keep an eye on them. That ought to make things more difficult for our murderous friend,” Theodore said with a self satisfied nod.
“That might eliminate future crimes, but we’d still have a murderer on the loose!” You exclaimed, wildly gesticulating in frustration.
“And there is nothing we can do about that because we weren’t here and we wouldn’t have heard anything,” Theo said, leveling you with a glare. “Get to class, Y/N. Don’t let me catch you running again.”
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Hello prayer circle anon! I was just concerned about you since you didn’t post anything at all and my paranoid brain was like is she okay?! But I’m glad to see you’re alive LOL. I hope everything goes more smoothly with your job. As much as I love your writing, I would also prefer you financially stable so don’t worry about the story. I and many others are rooting for you! <3
Hi prayer circle anon!
I am happy and healthy, thank you for checking in!! That is truly much appreciated. My finances are good (kinda... I've been blowing a lot of cash on doordash) and I am ready to write again. I want to say I'm working on an update but you guys have heard that from me multiple times so it would be better if I just posted, huh?
I'm trying to get back into the groove of writing but seeing all these sweet messages really has given me a strong push. Thank you for that <3
Take your time lovely!!! The writer deserves to feel relaxed and fulfilled. Don’t let the stress mess up your juju, or else you might end up hating what you want to write. We are loyally awaiting you. You’re human and deserve realistic timeframes 🥺✨ working a irl job is way more important and i as a consumer of your art am fully aware you are trying the best you can in this dog eat dog world.
So I wanna say I hope and pray your work load will become easier and yourself not plagued with any negative energy and vibes ✨😌
Anything provided is swallowed whole. Even messages like this one, we are your fans and on our knees for you 🙏🥺 take care of yourself first before us!!!!
Ah man, I truly do not deserve you or your kindness!! This is so sweet :')
My workload has now subsided and the only excuse I have was that I was traveling and picking up inspiration for future fanfics. I actually have a funny story from my time in Belgium that I think would make for a really, really good fanfic. Honestly @milknhonies let me know what fandom you're into these days and I'll write the characters around that for you.
"If we remove the juries this'll be a popularity contest with just the wackiest acts making it through and do you want that?" YES? In this economy? In this depressive state of the world? I wanna have one week when snorting glitter and putting cabbages on your arms would be encouraged, not ridiculed thank you very much
My main issue with Sweden winning honestly isn't even about the song, it's the fact that the professional jury consistently rewards non-offensive pop music and punishes entries that are even slightly out there. Sweden just happens to be very good at making non-offensive pop music, which is why they win the jury vote so often.
The problem with that is that it encourages countries to send in non-offensive pop music in order to appeal to the professional jury, most of which will be very mediocre and boring to watch. If the people didn't get a vote, we wouldn't see entries like Finland or Croatia, and that's bullshit! Those kinds of performances are what people watch eurovision for! Nobody wants to see a non-offensive pop music contest. We want originality! We want fun! We want the professional jury to go fuck themselves!
Anyway cha cha cha should have won and I will die on this hill
Audience tonight is SO in it for Finland. Sweden's announcement as winner wasn't really met with LOUD happy screaming, there was booing and cha cha cha chanting mixed in the entire time. There's a clear fan winner.
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