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||A Jeweled Promise||

Request: "Potion Request: Ominis x F!reader or GN!reader, fluff or brewer's choice.

Main Potion Ingredients: In 7th year, to formalize Ominis & reader courting/dating, he gifts them a necklace. While putting it on, it can only be unlocked with parseltongue, so a bit possessive but mostly sweet demonstration of his affection & devotion to reader. Possibly includes some tender touches and kisses in the neck/ear/jaw area.

Extra dash: Later that day/week some friendly teasing from Sebastian (or others) regarding the necklace and what it means.

Thanks for your consideration of this potion, and upmost appreciation for sharing your creative writing skills! - @lilacmoonkeeper"

Pairings: Ominis Gaunt x F!reader

Warnings: Fluff, everyone is in 7th year, sebastian being an insufferable tease, made up gaunt family lore, ominis and reader being sickeningly in love

Word Count: 2.8k

“My Love?”

Lifting her head up from her Herbology book, y/n was met with a neatly combed set of hair peeking from her shared dormitory door. Wandering ghost-like eyes peering towards her general direction as the figure made itself present. A smile spread itself like butter across the young witch’s face when she caught sight of the familiar face.

“Over Here, Beloved.” y/n called out, setting her textbooks to the side to allow her to get out of the spot in her bed to give the slytherin boy a proper greeting.

Ominis let out a small sigh of relief, glad to have finally been able to find her. Wand tucked away in his robe, Ominis made his way towards her on pure instinct. Allowing his natural reflexes and other senses to guide him towards his love, hands extended out in hopes of coming into contact with her soon.

y/n let the wizard find his way towards her, only slightly helping him when she allowed her fingertips brush against his, telling his senses all they needed to know of her location before he entwined their fingers together and gave a strong enough tug that caused her body to be flushed against his. A breathy giggle emanated from her lips as Ominis pressed the side of his nose against her cheek, taking in her heavenly scent and feeling of her soft skin pressed on him.

“Hello, my sweet.” He whispered, lips grazing her jawline tenderly before making their way up to her lips, hovering over them as their foreheads pressed together. One hand had found its way around her waist, keeping a firm placement on the small of her back so she would stay against him, his had slipped from their entwined lock on one another so he may have it resting perfectly beneath her ear- cupping the side of her face.

y/n rest her hand on the wrist that was holding her face, the other finding comfort around his shoulder. She could feel his warmth spreading through her body, his heart beating rhythmically against her own chest causing her own beating muscle to run just as wild at his close proximity. Her eyes traced the outline of his piercing irises, watching how even though he could not see her, he still looked at her with such adoration swimming in his eyes she could very well drown in the gray of them.

Resisting the urge to break the tension and just kiss his honey lips, y/n let the tip of her tongue poke out a bit, licking her bottom lip in the process. “To what do I owe this pleasant surprise?” her voice wasn’t above a whisper, but Ominis’ strong hearing picked up the sound waves of her affectionate tone.

The slytherin hummed in response, his thumb rubbing on her cheek in small circular motions,” I simply wish to hear your voice,” He whispered, lips inching closer and closer to her own before finally succumbing to the desire of finally tasting her. His lips pressed against her tenderly at first, allowing for his senses to familiarize themselves with the shape of her. For no matter how many fleeting touches or kisses they share between the two, each one felt just as if it was the first. The spark of their first intimate interaction always lighting right back up inside his bloodstream, his senses going on fire at the feeling of her. Then, as she kissed back, head tilting to the side to deepen the kiss, did their lips start to dance desperately against one another.

Ominis only pulling away for a bit a breath, still planting small pecks in between each deep breath he inhaled, “and perhaps to do this..” He mumbled against her lips, allowing himself to feel the taste of her to override his taste buds.

The two remained like this for a few moments. Each indulging the other with the feeling of their love, their lips doing most of the demonstration as the room was filled with nothing but their devotion to one another. The two of them would have perhaps allowed this to escalate, their hands already gripping onto the fabric of their clothes in pure need, if it wasn’t for the hoot of y/n’s owl that snapped Ominis out of his haze.

Slowly, yet hesitantly, the blonde boy pulled away from her lips. Much to both their dismay, but Ominis knew he would be able to make up for it once he revealed his surprise. He let his hold around her body loosen, hands once more taking hold of her delicate ones as he created some room between, allowing air to breathe between their bodies.

The witch did her best to take back control of her heavy breathing, her cheeks already flushed as red as Weasley's hair, lips swollen with unspoken promises. Opening her eyes to allow light back into her pupils, she witnessed how Ominis’ once pale skin was bathed in a bright pink, his ears down to his neck blushing at the interactions from merely moments ago.

“I actually-ahem,” Ominis cleared his throat, doing his best to regain his composure as he held her hands between them. A gentle and reassuring squeeze from her part allowed him to proceed with his thought process, “ there was something I wished to give to you.”

Head tilting to the side, y/n gave him a curious look, “Oh? Ominis you shouldn’t have.” she stated but the Gaunt boy only shook his head, not letting her think for a moment that he of all wizards shouldn’t be showering his beloved with a gift or two every now and then.

“Just, please allow me to show you. I do promise you’ll love it.”

Biting her bottom lip, y/n gave a nod before verbally agreeing. Not finding it in her to be able to reject such a sweet gesture from her darling Ominis. Pulling away from her, he instructed her to turn around and to hold her hair up for him, not giving much detail on what it was he was up to while he dug into his pockets for the item. It wasn’t until she felt a cold metal feeling around her neck did a shivering gasp escape her throat, feeling his fingers brushing against the nap of her neck as he locked the neck peace in place, his lips soon replacing his fingers as he tenderly smothered the side of her neck with his attention.

“I do hope you like it.” Ominis whispered, y/n’s eyes staring at her reflection from across the room where the full length mirror resided. As small giggles were brought forth in her from the ticklish pecks the blonde was leaving behind on her jawline, her eyes looked over at the cool silver choker that dangled nicely around her neck.

It wasn’t too thick or thin, with the silver lining of the necklace shining brightly against any light reflecting off of it, the small diamonds making her skin pop from under them. A second piece from the necklace dipped a bit further down than the rest that laid neatly against her neck, the length only reaching a bit past her collarbones as a small emerald green snake hung from its end.

Resting his chin on her shoulder, Ominis could feel the cold lace of the necklace brush against his cheek just as y/n let her hair fall. “It’s an old family hairloom my aunt used to own. I know it’s not much but -”

“-Oh, Ominis I absolutely love it!”

Turning around instantly, the witch wrapped her arms around the wizard, making him stumble a bit at the sudden impact but soon followed it by wrapping his own arms around her. His face burying in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent in the process.

“I’m relieved.”

Ominis muttered, feeling any tension or worry he might have had about presenting the gift dissipated the longer she held him in her arms.

“Sebastian, I think my hair got caught in my necklace, could you help me?”

Rolling his eyes, the wizard in question put his wand down, annoyed that such a trivial thing was putting a pause on the duel the two of them were currently in the middle of.

The two of them had potions together and normally would be in the middle of, yet, another grueling lesson from Professor Sharp, however with Garreth causing a stink bomb to go off in the middle of class, the students were let out early to allow Weasley to clear the stink away. With nothing to do with that, both wizard and witch decided to settle a bet they’ve been itching to prove, leading them both to duel it out amongst themselves in the comfort of the Undercroft.

“This better not be some trick of yours to make me forfeit the round.”

“Oh Merlin, just help me with it, Sallow.”

Pushing her hair to the side, the brunette was finally able to spot just where the hair had gotten caught in. Seeing how the bright emerald eyes of the snake clasp clung onto her h/c locks. Tucking his wand into the back pocket of his pants, Sebastian started to fiddle with the clasp. Trying to see where around the teeth of the snake did it open.

“Why didn’t you just take it off before we dueled?”

“I would have but I can’t seem to be able to find how to take it off.”

Furrowing his eyebrows, the slytherin ended up dipping his head down, his brown eyes trying to get a closer look at the neck piece trying his best to find how it worked. y/n did her best to not show her discomfort, the locks of hair that were caught in the necklace tugging painfully against her scalp while Sebastian helped out. They both were so busy with y/n’s problems that neither of them even heard the gates to the Undercroft open and shut.

“What’s going on here?”

The mellow voice of Ominis caused both wizards to snap their heads towards him, watching how he had his arms crossed over his chest, wand out emanating an angry red light at the end of it.

Letting go of the back of the necklace, Sebastian let out a sigh of relief before pushing the witch towards the direction of his dearest best friend, “Oh great, you’re here! You take care of it then.”

Raising a blonde eyebrow in the direction of his housemate, y/n placed her hand on Ominis’ arm, squeezing gently at his forearm. Her touch alone was enough to get him to relax his shoulders, arms unfolding in front of him as he tilted his head down towards where she was.

“I’m sorry, Omi, but my hair got stuck on the clasp and I can’t seem to be able to fix it.”

Feeling his own heart melt at how soft and guilty she sounded, Ominis’ previous suspicions went away, now replaced with worry as he listened to how painful the lace of the necklace had been tugging at her strands.

“Turn around, my love.”

Hair still moved to the side, y/n did as told as she felt her lover’s nimble fingers graze over the metal work. Her eyes shifted towards Sebastian who mockingly mumbled Ominis sappy words of affection, causing the witch to stick her tongue at him, implicating that he was simply jealous of how sweet Ominis was towards her. Sallow wasted no time to reciprocate the similar gesture, his pink tongue sticking out as he scrunched his nose, a teasing grin evident at the edge of his lips.

She was about to flip off the Slytherin, but then she felt the hot breath of Ominis against her ear, her whole body going still as he held onto her shoulders, “Don’t move, alright?” Only once he felt her nod against him did he pull away, glazed eyes locked on where the necklace resided against his partner’s skin. It wasn’t until the room had gone completely quiet did both Sebastian and y/n hear it. The distinctive dialect of parseltongue being spoken right against the nap of y/n’s neck.

A deep rose blush traveled through her body at the realization, body weight now shifting from one leg to another.

Ominis never really spoke parseltongue around y/n, not entirely proud of the inherited gift that connected deep to his family’s roots. However, having him speak it now and against her body, it sent a thrilling chill down the witch’s back. Not once minding the idea of hearing him speak it again in the near future, if he was willing that is.

Once he rolled the final verse, the snake’s fangs opened up, unclasping the necklace around her neck and letting go of the strands of hair that got caught in them. Sending a wave of relief around y/n’s scalp as she rubbed the place that had been painfully being tugged on all day.

“Thank you, my love.”

“Of course, Dear.”

“You’re joking?”

Sebastian’s voice cut through the lovers, causing both of them to give their attention to the slytherin who was now carrying a shit eating grin across his face, eyes wide as he witnessed the scene before him. “An enchanted necklace, one that can only be opened with your gift?”

Rolling his eyes, Ominis handed to her the jewelry that once dangled around her neck, allowing her to decide when she felt comfortable to put it back on once her scalp was feeling less abused.

“Yes, what of it?”

“Seems rather possessive doesn’t it? I mean, I couldn’t even manage to see how to let that thing loose-”

“Which would seem to prove that it’s foolproof.”

Placing a hand over his chest, Sebastian feign hurt as he approached his friend, placing a hand on his shoulder, “Ouch, careful there or I might just ask for a similar one myself. Speaking of which, how come I never got anything from you like that? Am I not special too?”

Although Ominis couldn’t see the teasing look on Sebastian’s face, the brunette didn’t let it stop him from batting his lashes at the Gaunt boy. Causing an annoyed grunt from the blonde, pushing the other wizard away from his space.

“You simply aren’t worthy of a Gaunt’s promise, I’m afraid.”

“Oh~, a promise you say? And just what might that promise be exactly?”

Looking up from where the necklace rested in her palms, y/n quirked an eyebrow upwards, not once crossing her mind that the necklace might have held a specific significance to it. “Yes, what is this ‘Gaunt’s Promise’ you speak of, Ominis?”

Feeling their prying eyes now on him, questions most likely swarming through their heads, Ominis felt that he might as well just give in and tell them. A sigh escaping his tired lips as he turned to address his beloved y/n.

“In the Gaunt family, it is considered tradition to present one’s lover with an enchanted piece of jewelry, something that can only be opened by the use of parseltongue.”

Running his tongue across his lips, Ominis couldn’t help but feel a tinge of doubt and guilt strike inside of him, having realized that he had to admit the real reason he gave her the necklace in the first place. He just hoped he wasn’t crossing a line when he did give it to her.

“The jewelry, is often time than not, meant to symbolize a promise that the person gifting the piece will forever remain with the person they gifted it to. The promise only really allows the enchantment on said jewel to take place if the other person accepts…their gift.”

A silence ringed through the stone walls of the undercroft, y/n letting the words of the wizard before her sink in as her eyes went back down to glance at the necklace that once was around her neck. A symbol of her belonging to the Slytherin. Ominis felt his hands getting clammy the longer y/n didn’t utter a word, feeling like he might have screwed up by offering the necklace without telling her it's true meaning.

“Sooooo…when should I be expecting mine?”

“Oh, would you come off it, Sebastian!”

“Is that a ‘maybe’, perhaps?”

As the two slytherin boys started to bicker with one another, Sebastian taunting Ominis, y/n felt the cool metal against her fingertips. Eyes admiring its glow, but her heart now admiring its significance as she slowly wrapped the cool piece of jewelry around her neck, letting the teeth of the snake clasp the necklace shut around her. A bright and proud smile now displayed on her features.

“A promise, huh? I guess I shouldn’t wait to get you one in return, then.”

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I'm not her//D.M

Summary: Astoria realizes her relationship with Draco is falling apart

Astoria never admitted it but when Draco and y/n became friends she was jealous she felt less than her

Y/n was everything she could never be, funny, charming, extremely beautiful, smart and well everyone loves her she walks down the halls and everyone greets her. Y/n may be a Slytherin but everyone from every house loves her. And Astoria bet every guy in school probably crushed on her, so she was always self conscious about Draco being around her

Especially after the longer they spent together Astoria saw how Draco looked at y/n when she was around or passed by. Draco would pretend he didn't care when Astoria would question it

"She's my friend Astoria of course I notice her when she's around." Draco would say each time and Astoria didn't believe that Draco didn't have some sort of non platonic feelings for y/n, and she just wished Draco would admit it instead of playing the she's just a friend card all the time!

And maybe her jealously has gotten the best of her and she's been rude to y/n on occasions, which immediately Draco would get so defensive of her and even leave with y/n leaving Astoria all alone

"Honestly Astoria what's your problem? Y/n has been nothing but nice to you she's my best friend and as my girlfriend you shouldn't be so stuck up and bitchy around her it's getting on my nerves, I can have female friends get over it." Draco had said to Astoria right before he leaves with his arm around y/n, leaving Astoria feeling cold and even more jealous then she did before

And since then Astoria hasn't been nicer which just makes Draco drift further away and makes her more mean, the more Draco's drifts towards y/n even before all this she just got meaner and meaner, her relationship was falling apart in front of her eyes and she couldn't do anything to stop it

But now lately Draco even started comparing Astoria to y/n saying stuff like y/n could never do this Astoria why would you

She's not y/n and she wished he would see that she is Astoria greengrass and just because he's madly in love with y/n now but still with her doesn't mean he can compare her to y/n

And today in her dorm she had enough, she had hopped for a peaceful cuddling session with Draco to maybe fix it all, but he had to do something to compare her to y/n and she had enough

"Draco I am not her, I'm never going to act like her or be her because I'm not her and if you love her so much why don't you just break my heart finally instead of pulling me around acting like you do!" Astoria says shocking Draco so much he got out of her bed, and hitch she had the feeling would be the last time he ever was in it

"What? I don't—" but at that moment Draco couldn't even say he doesn't love y/n because he does

"Say it then say you don't love y/n, you cant can you?" Astoria says and Draco closed his mouth and just sat there "Your a real arse you know that right? You spend more time with another woman then your girlfriend and get upset at your girlfriend for feeling jealous, you compare her to that woman and still have the audacity to say you love me I don't think you do, you fell out of love a long time ago and I've just been too stupidly in love with you to let you go." Astoria says everything she has wanted to say he eats breakfast with y/n, holds her more spends so much time with her she guessed he was cheating, but they were always in public so that wasn't the case

Draco's voice went dry he couldn't speak until he finally said something

"Yeah and your right I do love her." Draco says looking at Astoria not with the same loving eyes no those are y/ns now

She wished he said I don't I do love you or I love you more but no he loves y/n

"Well then I guess we know what's left to do." Astoria says and Draco nods

"I am sorry if I hurt you but I needed to do that to figure out who I truly was in love with." Draco says and Astoria was so hurt by that who he truly was in love with

Draco sighs and leaves with a goodbye Astoria I hope someone in the future can make you happy

After that day In two days y/n and Draco were together happier then ever

Astoria could never be y/n and she was all Draco wanted in his life to make him happy, all he needed was y/n by his side as his and he was the nicest person ever, he wasn't rude anymore he wouldn't use unkind words towards muggleborns and half bloods anymore, in two days he changed into the man she wish he could have been for her

No Astoria wasn't her but sometimes she wish she was

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take you to the basics | theodore nott

pairing: theodore nott × hufflepuff!reader

genre: fluff, (kinda) established relationships, theo is whipped, even more fluff, everyone are friends, everyone is an idiot, self indulgent, 7th year (after war), theres ginny here too, not beta read, awkward theo bc it’s cute, theo is basically just tall, and not buff ver of jeon wonwoo from svt

word count: 3.9k

is a sequel to love is sour grapes but can be read as a one shot as well!

With as much care as he could muster in his tone, he asks. "Will you give me the honour in courting you?" And then, as if he was realising he's supposed to take things slow -even though his intention was, and will always be, courting me- he corrects himself. "Will you give me the honour of being my girlfriend?"

What a way with words he has. I'd like to think it has something to do with the romance books he'd been reading just so he could have something to talk to me about all these months.

"Do you want to be my boyfriend?" I counter after a beat.

Theodore stayed quiet for the briefest second before: "yes."

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"You're my boyfriend."

"Oh." There's a second of silence where neither of us spoke before my face breaks out into a smile, one that he doesn't bother to hold himself back from reciprocating it. "Okay."

Why was life so complicated? Okay, maybe not so much life —why was dating Theodore so complicated? That is if the two of us were even a thing. It was okay at first, now it's just plain out exhausting.

I like him and he knows it. And he likes me, and I know it. So why was things so complicated? We've kissed before, multiple times actually. We've gone on dates where we spent a majority of the time talking about the books we read —although it's more like me talking and him listening with that stone cold face of his, but that was just who he was and I would never change it about him.

What I do want to change though is whatever is going on between us. I've already embarrassed myself in front of him once and I would rather die than do it again. So what should I do in this situation? Talk to my friends apparently.

"I don't get it," says Hermione with a frustrated tone. "You both like each other and he acts like your boyfriend." I nod slowly and she continues. "But he isn't actually your boyfriend."

I nod again. "Yup."

"He didn't ask?" Ginny asks, now having joined our little friend group. Ron and Harry listen reluctantly, not enjoying the girl talk all too much.

"You have to ask?" Ron asks suddenly, obviously clueless. And when Hermione, and Ginny shoot him a look. He turns to his plate, mumbling. "I thought you'd be boyfriends and girlfriends after the third date."

"That's normally how it goes," I said. "After the third date the two of you are technically a thing but it isn't official until one or the other asks to make it official."

"Why don't you ask him?" Harry says suddenly, immediately regretting it when all our attention was fixed on him. "I mean maybe, he —like Ron and I— don't know about these things so he just assumes—"

"That's not excusable," Hermione cuts him off. "He's friends with a girl, Parkinson, so I'm sure she's filled him on this stuff."

"But what if she didn't?" I ask. Okay maybe I had a soft spot for Theo and is trying to give him the benefit of the doubt. And in my defence, I liked him, like a lot, and when you fancy someone, like really fancy them, the red flags tend to look like a dark shade of pink and I'd like to think that pink was a pretty colour.

Plus —and this isn't just an excuse, if I really thought about it, I don't think I've ever seen Theodore go out with anyone before he went out with me. So if he was a rookie at this dating thing, maybe I should be the one leading this relationship.

"Okay then go ask him," Hermione says pettily, she wants me to be happy, she really does, but she can't find it in herself to support me dating someone who can't make it clear what his intentions with me were. "Ask him 'what are we?' Or 'why did you tell me to not smile at other people?' I can't let you be with someone who doesn't know their place with you."

"And what makes you think he doesn't," Ron chimes in between a bite of his snack, when did he get one, I didn't seem to notice.

"You see her?" Hermione asks, she then says my name in the same questioning tone. "She wouldn't be talking to us about this if he did."

"Wait, aren't you supposed to be on a date with him right now?" Ginny says suddenly. "Why are you here?"

"He had last minute plans with Malfoy," I say, and I know, even without looking at her, that Hermione was disappointed with me. "And it wasn't a date."

"Yeah, just two people who fancy each other hanging out," Ron snickered, now being on Mione's side of disapproving of Theo.

"Did he tell you what he was doing with Malfoy?" Harry asks, curious as to what the Slytherins might be up to.

"I don't know," I told him. "I'm already stressing about this whole situation with him that I just accepted and went to find you four. I think I'm just going to take off my makeup, spend the day with you, then try to sleep good tonight."

I then added. "Unless you had plans that didn't include me in it?"

The four shook their heads. "We were just going to go watch Harry and Ginny practice." Hermione says.

"Great," I mumbled, standing up. "I'll come with."

"Wait," Ginny calls out, and I pause in my step, turning to where her voice came from. "I'll be quick."

She points at her shoe and it's then that I notice that it's been untied. Ron, Hermione, and Harry, who seemed to have not heard her, continued their way towards the quidditch pitch. I waited by her side, offering her a hand when she had to get back up.

"You know," she says lowly, "I heard that you're the only person Nott didn't reject, apparently he's pretty popular with the girls."

I shook my head. "That's not true," I say with a slight frown. "When I first asked him out, he just stared at me."

"Which technically isn't a rejection," Ginny smiles sweetly. "More like you rendering him speechless."

That was exactly what Theo told me after my first date with him. "I guess."

"Bloody hell, will you two please speed it up?" Ron shouts at the front of the quidditch pitch, only now realising that we're far behind them.

I felt half the urge to walk even slower, and from the small grin Ginny wore from the corner of my eyes, I'm pretty sure she was thinking the same thing. But Harry and Hermione were also waiting with him, and it was only a matter of time before they started bickering about it as well. So we sped up with our steps.

But just before we reach the pitch, Ginny stops me, yelling for them to go ahead without us. "You want to know a secret?" she asks, I nod. "Since I was Harry's first real girlfriend I had to be the one to ask him to be my boyfriend."

"Are you saying I should be the one to ask?" I murmur. I don't think I would mind doing so, but there was something more romantic about having your date ask you to be your boyfriend.

"No," she says kindly. "Just saying you should nudge him in the right direction."

"So guide him?"

"Yep."

Okay. That is surely something I can do. Now, for me to draw up a plan on how to do it. If I've managed to help take down a dark wizard then surely I can get Theo to ask me to be his girlfriend.

Both Ginny and I step into the quidditch pitch. Slightly taken aback to see more than six players in the field (with Ginny being the missing member), it didn't take us long to register why though.

Neither did it take me long to notice Theo, standing right behind Malfoy as he bickered with Harry. What was happening? And did Theo really ditch our (not) date just to watch his friend's quidditch practice?

"Badger," Blaise says suddenly, drawing everyone's attention to Ginny and I by the entrance. "I see you look pretty as always."

Theodore doesn't even bother to subtly smack his friend in the back of his head. It doesn't affect Blaise though, only finding it amusing to witness.

"What's going on?" Ginny asks.

"We booked this pitch," Malfoy says before Harry could get a word in. "And now you're trying to take it from us."

"No, we booked the pitch." Harry says sternly. "You're the one trying to take it away from us."

Despite Gryffindor and Slytherin (somewhat) friendship after the war ended —and the fact that our friend groups were now mixed because of whatever Theodore and I have going on. They were still competitive people. And they want more than anything to win this year's cup.

"I have an idea," I say, quite honestly done with their stupid rivalry. "How about you practise together?" I say off-handedly, knowing full well that they'd agree to come for my throat. "Just an idea."

"And have they found out about our strategies?" Malfoy scoffs. "I thought you were smarter than this."

Considering that I did better in classes then him, and that Ron agreed with his words. I technically am smarter than him. "Well if you're so sure about your strategies working then it wouldn't hurt if you gave up the pitch for just one practice right?"

Draco was on the brink of agreeing when it hit him, blinking at me. "Oh you're good," he murmurs. "Fine, have the pitch for all I care."

I was more than sure that he was only giving it for my benefits. Sure that if it had been someone else who had said it, he'd only double down and insist that he'd reserved the pitch (he didn't, not a single Slytherin booked the pitch for today). But it seemed as though he had a soft spot for me.

The theory of Slytherins having soft spots for Hufflepuffs gets proven right once more. And I'm more than glad to know that I was the beneficiary of this theory.

Blaise was the first to leave, waving at me as he went as the other Slytherins followed after him, the players grumbling under their breath with their brooms in hand. Theo was the last to leave, lingering just so he could pull me to the side.

A hand on my left arm leads me to a quieter corner of the pitch, just below the benches as the players start to get ready for practice. I don't look him in the eye when I ask him, "what?"

The hostility in my tone wasn't missed by Theo and if I didn't know him the way I did, I would've missed the flash of hurt in his eyes. "What do you want, Nott?"

And Theodore feels as if I was stomping on his heart. He hasn't been called Nott since the two of us started going out. "Are you mad at me?"

My brows furrow. "What do you think?"

"Did I do something wrong?" He follows up, his tone doesn't show it —neither does his face, but he was worried, scared, and quite honestly pissed with himself. "Is it because I cancelled on you? Doll, you said you were okay with it."

"No," I shook my head. Confrontation wasn't something I was fond of, nor was I good at it. So I'll settle with just being upset for now. "I'm not mad at you."

Theodore blinks, seemingly getting whiplash from my words. First I ask him what he thinks, in a —if he wasn't wrong— passive aggressive tone, and now I'm telling him that I'm not mad at him? What.

But he decides to take my words as is, trusting that I'd tell him how I feel despite him not telling me that he honestly feels like he'd fucked him over; ruining his only chance at love —oh, and that he doesn't even know what he did. "I'll see you at dinner?"

"No," I say with a slight shake of my head. "I think I'll have dinner with my friends tonight." Theodore fails to mention that Blaise, Draco, and Pansy were also my friends by now. "Next time?"

Theo nods, agreeing. "Next time."

It has been three weeks and 'next time' has yet to come. He's starting to realise it now: realising that I was actually mad at him when I said I wasn't and it'd be a lie if he said it didn't hurt him. He has somehow made me mad and he wishes more than anything that he was dead —because, quite honestly, he can't stand living if I was mad at him.

He needs to recruit help, he decided. And who better to help him with relationship problems than his friends (who he thinks has more experience with relationships than he does) and my friend (whom he knows has more experience in relationships then he does —take Granger and Weasley for example, the two have been together since fourth year).

"So you think she's mad at you and you don't know why?" Weasley comes to the conclusion after Blaise, who he'd already told the whole story to, summed it up for them. "You seriously don't?"

Theodore nods slowly, there was a slight shift in his stone cold expression, barely catchable by the eye but it was there. And it was that slight shift that reassured Hermione that Theo did actually have good intentions when it came to her friend; he was just clueless on what to do.

"She's upset with you because you said you were busy and left her to watch your friends practice," Ginny offers, it was clear that she was also mad on my behalf.

"That's it?" Malfoy mumbles questioningly. "Something as mundane as that is what we're meeting here for?"

"It might be mundane to you but it's not mundane to her," Harry jumps to my defence. "She's not you, Malfoy."

"Okay, so she's mad at Theo because he ditched her for us?" Blaise asks, trying to get them back on track.

"Don't say it like that," Ginny scoffs. "Phrasing it that way makes her seem selfish, which she's not. She just wants to know where she is with Theo and for him to at least try to prioritise her."

"I do prioritise her," Theo says dumbfounded-ly. He really did, he's spent the last however many months of his life reading cheesy books just to annotate them in hopes that I'd love them, he'd even picked up on cooking just so when (or really, if) we ended live together I'd always have a nice home cooked meal waiting for me. "She said she was okay with it."

"She said she was okay with it thinking that it was something important," Pansy explains, understanding exactly how I feel. She's been placed in the same position before, by no one other than Draco himself. "Thinking that Blaise had a heart attack or something, not a stupid quidditch practice."

"Careful," Draco warns. "You were also at the practice."

Pansy rolls her eyes. "Bite me."

"What do I do then?" Theo asks after a while, picking the topic back up.

And the Gryffindor's try their best to remain normal, never —in the last seven years they'd spent studying in the same castle as him— had they heard him spoken for such a long period of time.

"Well let's take you to the basics," Hermione says. "Where are the two of you right now? In terms of relationship that is."

"We're dating?" He answers slowly.

"No you're not," Ron says loudly. "You haven't asked to be her boyfriend yet."

Draco, clearly befuddled, says. "You have to ask?"

Pansy nods. "Of course," she says. "I thought you knew?" And then, after a beat, she adds. "Maybe that's why we didn't work out."

Draco rolls his eyes, mumbling something along the line of his fathers as he does so. "So what should he do then?"

"Apologise for what he did then make it clear what the two of you are." Harry explains, he's done this before, he did it when he first went out with Ginny —so really, he's speaking from experience. "From then on you take things slow so you can work out the kinks of your relationships.

Okay, he thinks he gets it. He has to apologise, make things clear, then take things slow. Surely he can do it.

Now for him to actually do it.

STEP ONE: apologise

Which is, more often than not, easier said than done. Theodore has half the heart to buy something nice in order of winning me over but he knew me better. And he knew that I wasn't with him for his money. So he ought to do better. And he thinks he knows how to do it.

To apologise he should do something heartfelt, which was why he'd found himself learning to plant my favourite flower. He'd rather die than apologise to the one person he cherished more than anything empty handed.

He sees the few cuts on his hand from his attempt at gardening and he hopes that I don't notice it. He doesn't want me to notice his imperfections when I was (to him) perfect in every sense. He likes me every time he sees me, I was exactly his type and he hopes I know it.

He doesn't want to mess this up. He doesn't want to mess us up. And he's really trying his best not to.

With our shoes almost touching, Theo stood tall from my seat on Hogwarts many benches with a planted pot in hand. "I'm sorry," he says first and I mask my surprise at his words. "I won't do it again."

He doesn't bother beating around the bush, with a gift in hand, safe to say I'm impressed. If not a little bit amused by how frustrated he looks.

"Why?" I ask, a hand reaching for the plant and Theodore hesitatingly hands it over, his own fingers brushing against my own. "Why are you sorry?"

"Because I ditched you for—"

"Sweetheart, I told you that it was fine."

Theodore's pretty sure his brain is short circuiting. He's heard every variation of his name by now. All of which he can recall from the top of his head. Theodore, Theo, Nott, even Teddy from that ex-girlfriend he had back in kindergarten. But sweetheart is different.

And he thinks he likes it. He thinks he likes it when he's called sweetheart. He thinks he likes it because he likes me. And I was the one calling him sweetheart.

"But your friends—" he pauses, correcting himself "—our friends said that you were upset."

Relationships are built on communication, and I know that it was hard for Theodore to do so. So I won't make it harder for him and lay it all out. "I was upset, yes. But I also said that it was okay for you to spend time with your friends."

And after a second, I added. "And it's not like I'm your girlfriend or anything."

Theodore frowns, taking a seat on the bench besides me.

STEP TWO: make things clear

His chest feels heavy at my words. He doesn't like knowing that I think I wasn't his girlfriend. Because, if I really wasn't, was it normal for him to like me as much as he did?

He has to say something.

"But you are, aren't you?" He asks, brows furrowed.

His heart is leaning, waiting and waiting for an answer. His eyes flutters shut, and he doesn't know it. Wishing and wishing that I would say something.

"Theo." My voice comes out softer than I intended for it to be. "Do you want me to be your girlfriend?"

His heart is speeding up. And he thinks that there should be a guide book on how to be in a relationship with pretty girls. But he guesses that he's being guided by one right now.

THE BASICS ON HOW TO DATE PRETTY GIRLS (FOR ROOKIES) by Theodore's and I friends.

His words get caught in his throat. Isn't it so incredibly obvious? He wants to say. Isn't it so incredibly obvious that I've bewitched him? He doesn't say it, but he does nod. And he hopes his nod conveys just how much he wants to be mine.

"Okay," I said first. "I'll be your girlfriend." But of course, things can't always be that easy. "If you ask me properly."

STEP THREE: take things slow

He blinks at me slowly. As if he's only just learning how to properly function; a shift in his eyes caught my attention though, knowing that he's finally processing my words.

He doesn't know why he's scared, he knows that I like him just as much as he likes me but he's nervous about it all. Forgive him for being new to this dating thing.

With as much care as he could muster in his tone, he asks. "Will you give me the honour in courting you?" And then, as if he was realising he's supposed to take things slow —even though his intention was, and will always be, courting me— he corrects himself. "Will you give me the honour of being my girlfriend?"

What a way with words he has. I'd like to think it has something to do with the romance books he'd been reading just so he could have something to talk to me about all these months.

"Do you want to be my boyfriend?" I counter after a beat.

Theodore stayed quiet for the briefest second before: "yes."

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"You're my boyfriend."

"Oh." There's a second of silence where neither of us spoke before my face breaks out into a smile, one that he doesn't bother to hold himself back from reciprocating it. "Okay."

"Okay." I nod. "So what should we do first boyfriend?"

Theodore mulls everything over before he turns to me, his hair falling into his eyes. "What do you want to do girlfriend?"

I can't tell whether his hand reaches for mine, or mine his, but I knew that our hands found one another. "Go on a Date."

Theodore lifts our intertwined hand up, placing a careful kiss on my hand as he nods. "Let's go on a date."

STEP FOUR (UNOFFICIAL): kiss, go on dates, be happy!

note: if this guide works, please take the authors (Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron and Ginny weasley, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, and Draco Malfoy) out to dinner, all expenses paid by guide user (Theodore Nott).

— from bee: i lost the initial draft for this which was a lot longer and had to restart all over 😵‍💫😵‍💫 this wasn’t what i had planned for it to be like but it’s cute and im happy with it anyways!!

some other songs i used for inspo for this fic:

say something - twice

rookie - red velvet

+ bonus scene: The table goes silent as Theodore picks up the check, waiting with bated breath on how much it came out to be.

And despite knowing that all the Slytherins + Harry would be able to handle the bill without making a dent in their vault, they're still all anxious to know the price.

Theodore pulls out his card, sleek, black, and hands it over to the waiter. Once the waiter left, he turns to us. "I'll buy you dessert if you can guess it."

The group starts blurting out numbers, startling the other customers but they couldn't seem to care less. Beneath the table, with his finger tracing the skin of my thigh. Theodore writes the price, and inching a bit lower, he adds; "make me proud, sweetheart."

Safe to say the group wasn't all too happy to know that I was the only one who not only guessed right, but was right number by number. Draco would later on whine about this, something along the lines of: "Girlfriend privileges."

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love is sour grapes | theo. nott

pairing: theodore nott x hufflepuff!reader

genre: fluff, angst (if you squint), unrequited love but not really, everyone is an idiot, self indulgent, not beta read.

word count: 5.9K

originally posted on ao3 on: 06/28/2022

"Uhm— would you like to—"

He turned to me calmly, the rest of his appearance devoid of emotions.

"—go out sometimes?" I finished. "As a Date?"

One, two, three beats passes and all Theodore did was look at me. No answer. No emotions. No words. Nothing.

Or Theodore is a quiet piece of shit and that leads to miscommunication and complicated feelings

Theodore Nott. The one constant thought that has been running through my head way too often for my liking. He was handsome, quiet, smart, lanky in all the right ways and never seemed to be engaged in a conversation —or at least one where he was talking instead of just listening and listening and listening.

Talking to him had always been one of my goals, it shouldn't have, really, it shouldn't. But somehow I had found myself more than just infatuated with him.

Theodore was an observant person, if he noticed me studying him, he never confronted me about it.

But, as my friend says it, Theodore Nott is sour grapes. Or, in better words, love is sour grapes. If this even was love that is.

"I think you should just talk to him," Hermione says kindly. "I still don't think that he would be good for you but if you fancy him that much then go ahead."

"If you want a death wish that is," Ron snickered. "Honestly, can't you have picked a better guy to fancy? I mean— Nott? Of all people."

"Do you want me to fancy Malfoy instead? Would that make you happy," I quipped, hearing Hermione hide a laugh between closed lips. "Or god forbid, you."

Ron face contorted to one of offense. "I'm notthatbad."

"Yeah sure," I murmured, with no malice. And turned to Harry who had been quiet about the situation ever since he found out. "What do you think?"

Harry shrugged, looking startled. "I don't know," He said first, and then. "I think you need someone better than Nott. You're friendly and thoughtful—" he paused hesitantly. "—and you're quite awfully pretty."

"Thank you, Harry." My eyes fell downwards with no real intention. I was none of those things. "But I don't think he'd agree."

"What does it matter if he agrees," Hermione said loudly. "Harry's right. You're all of those things. It's his loss if he doesn't go out with you. You're fit, incredibly so. I would be happy if someone like you were to ever fancy me."

If Ron had a reaction to those words, neither Hermione nor Harry noticed.

"Well," I said as a group of Slytherin walked into the Potions classroom. Potions would be starting any minute now, and I needed to head into class before Snape does. "I'll keep that in mind. If all fails, I'll just have to marry you, Mione."

With a final smile, I bid them a quick goodbye and made my way into class. The three of them heading to which ever direction they needed to be.

The class quickly starts, and Snape wasted no time in assigning me a potion to make. Invigoration Draught. The potion that energizes the drinker. How fun.

The ingredients were mostly easy to obtain. Peppermint, Honeywater, Stewed Mandrake then there's Dried billywig sting: my biggest nightmare.

I was only so tall and the shelves where the ingredients were stored stood so so high. I would've used a stool had it been free to use, but a Slytherin had already been occupying it and it would be rude if I were to take it away from them.

There was a cough behind my back, and then, a hand reached; over me and towards the exact thing I needed. Dried billywig sting: my new biggest enemy.

The person pulled back —jar filled with billywig in hand, and stood still as I turned to them. The jar had a decent amount of billywig in it, if they needed it I could still manage to ask for just enough for my potion. That is if they were kind enough to let me have some.

"Could I—" I paused mid-turn. There stood Theodore Nott in all his glory. Dark eyes, dark hair and facial features that looked like every part of him was chosen by Aphrodite herself, watching me with a raised eyebrow. "—uhm, could I have a few of those? I needed it for my potion but I couldn't reach it."

Theodore blinked once, looking unfazed and handed the jar over.

I blinked twice the time he did, opening up the jar; intending on taking out a few and handing it back over when he stopped me.

"I don't need it."

His voice.

"You don't?" I find myself asking, trying not to breathe too loud or to forget how to even breathe in the first place.

Theodore shook his head once. And reached up for something else. Had he seen me struggle and had gotten it just for me?

"Thank you," I tell him. Theodore nodded once, accepting it as it is. I think you should just talk to him. Goddamn it, Granger. "Uhm— would you like to—"

He turned to me calmly, the rest of his appearance devoid of emotions.

"—go out sometimes?" I finished. "As a Date?"

One, two, three beats passes and all Theodore did was look at me. No answer. No emotions. No words. Nothing.

Whether he was scrutinizing me or not, I didn't know. What I do know is that I was wrong and stupid. And my friends were wrong too.

He needed more than me. I might be friendly and kind and maybe quite awfully pretty. But Theodore needed more than me.

"You know what." I cleared my throat, smiling. "Forget I said anything. Have a good day, Nott."

•••

I had been down lately. My friends noticed that. Even Harry and Ron noticed it and they were as daft as they come. Whenever they asked me what was wrong I find myself telling them that I was just stressed over my O.W.Ls.

Which I was. But it was mostly a lie to cover up something I was more upset about. I had idiotically asked Theodore out and now I have to face the consequences of being rejected.

I think —in some ways— him having not even say 'no' or have given a clearer answer was more upsetting then if he had just said no out loud.

It was stupid of me to get my hopes up and think that anything else would've happened. It was stupid for me to even think I was in his league.

It was also late. I hated walking back to the common rooms in these hours but it was my fault for procrastinating my essay until the night before it was due so I had to rush the entire thing in an hour in the library. I had only hoped that Umbridge wouldn't punish me for being out pass curfew.

I had one more hall left to turn before I reached the Hufflepuff's barrels when someone shouted out my surname, halting me in my place.

Fast pace footsteps approached and then, donning from head to toe in pink was Umbridge. Fuck.

"What do you think you're doing out of your dorm at this time?" She asked quickly, her toad like face twitching with irritation.

"I was in the library and lost track off time," I quickly confessed. "I'm so sorry. My dorm's close by and I—"

"It was my fault professor." His voice. "I’d asked for her help and lost track of time. She was trying to head back before curfew but it seems like her efforts were to no avail. I can only hope you would excuse her and blame me for my faults."

Umbridge looked baffled. He talked? Theodore talked? She made that annoying noise that she can't seemed to get rid off. "Well." her voice laced with false kindness.

"I see no point in deducting any points." She then turned to me. "But I will be expecting to see you tomorrow for separating yourself from help at a time as late as this. Merlin knows, it's dangerous for a girl to wander alone at this time."

"Just me?" I asked, slightly confused.

Her eyes flashed with annoyance. "Do you expect Mister Nott here to be punished for wanting to make sure you got back to your dorm safe?"

That wasn’t what he— okay. Fine. Whatever.

"Now, go off," she said with a wave of her hand. "And Theodore, would you be so kind as to walk her back? I don't want to know the troubles she might cause when I let her out my sight."

Theodore nodded, doing as he was told and took a step forward. He looked behind his shoulders, his eyes meeting mine and tilted his head slightly: signaling that we should leave now before it gets worse.

I avoided Umbridge's eyes and stepped forward, trailing after Theodore. Detention. All because I was too lazy to finish my essay any other time I had.

I think I feel my eyes water. I think it feels harder to breathe. I don't know for sure how I feel exactly despite dejected and disappointed with myself.

If I had just made one different choice, I wouldn't have to have detention with the one professor known to physically harm the students. And to top it off, being walked back to my common room by the boy who recently rejected me whilst bottling up my feelings about everything I did wrong.

"You don't have to actually walk me back." I paid no heed to the crack of my voice. Theodore does though. "It's late." I pointed out the obvious. "You should go."

Theodore glanced at me quickly. His look was so quick that I suspected he had planned to only spare me a second of his time. But something about me, something about how vulnerable I must've looked, had him pausing.

"I shouldn't." He said slowly, his tone so attentively that it made me think that he had saw something in me that I never did. "I can't leave you."

"You can." I don't think I can handle being near him any longer, not when he was studying me so cautiously. "It's only a few steps away, I can assure you I'll be fine."

Theodore eyes flickered down the corridor quickly, finally tearing themselves away from me and looked forward, continuing towards the direction of my common room.

When we finally reached where we needed to be. Theodore stood back watching as I tapped the barrels carefully.

I looked over my shoulder once the path opens up. Smiling slightly when I found his eyes on me. "Thank you for taking the blame, Theo. You didn't have to and you did and spared me way too many house points. I really appreciate it."

He made a noise of acknowledgment, taking my word as it is. And then, as he was about to step away. "Goodnight."

•••

I think I hate life. I might be wrong but life sucks. Especially when you have to repeatedly write the same sentence over and over again with a magic quill that tears through your skin.

That can't have been a legal source of punishment but Umbridge made the rules so it was no use fighting her about it.

My hand hurts. Holy fuck, does it hurt. I don't even have to glance down at it for me to see my skin burning red, bleeding slightly. Curved out in the sentence. I will not be out pass curfew.

"You alright there?" Came a voice.

I looked up quick and abruptly, sure that I'll get whiplash from my actions; to find George Weasley watching me with interest. I smiled, subconsciously hiding away my hand. "I'm fine."

"You sure?" He followed up. "You don't look too good."

I nodded, trying to look as reassuring as possible. "I'm fine, just got a paper cut is all."

He fixes me a look of disbelief but let it slides. "You should go," he said with a small smile. "I think Ron's looking for you? Something about slimey snakes and what not."

"Oh." The sound slipped out. "Thank you, I'll go find him."

It was weird to see George without Fred but I decided that I didn't want to know why. They were probably setting up a prank and I had walked right through it.

Bidding George a goodbye. I continued down the corridor, turned the corridor and found the trio standing by with Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, and Theodore Nott by their sides. This can't be good.

Is this what George referred to when he said Ron was looking me about some slimey snakes?

"There she is," Malfoy said with mild annoyance. "We've been looking for you."

"You have?" My eyes drifted to Hermione but she only shrugged, looking as clueless as I was. "Why?"

Malfoy took a steps towards me. "You've been with Professor Umbridge?"

"Yes." I nodded. "Why?"

"Did she give you the quill?"

What was he playing at? Why was he interrogating me? "Yes." I repeated. "Why?"

Zabini rolled his eyes and step up, seemingly having enough of Malfoy's dramatics. "Here." He handed out a bottle. "It's Murtlap essence. Suppose to help you with the cuts. Nott made it for you."

"He did?" I asked, taking the bottle of Murtlap essence from Zabini's hand. I turned to look at Theodore, finding his eyes glued to my bleeding hand that was grasping the bottle. Jerking my hand back, I smiled, thanking him. "Thank you for this, I really appreciate and for uhm— thanks again for covering for me last night."

Everyone —all but Theodore and I— brows raised upwards, surprised. So they didn't know about what had happened last night.

Theodore showed no outwards reaction, having just watch me with a straight face and patient eyes. Then he turned to Zabini and tilted his head slightly. Zabini seemingly understood, slapped a hand over Malfoy's shoulder and with a goodbye, steered the blond boy away.

"Bloody hell," Ron said exasperatedly. "Did that really happen?"

"Nott made you Murtlap essence?" Hermione asked more to herself than anyone else. "How did he even know you needed it?"

"I—" I stopped, glancing at my hand. "—I was out pass curfew and Umbridge caught me. Nott took the blame for it. I think Umbridge was too surprised with hearing him talk to properly acknowledge that he too was out of the dorms pass curfew. She said she won't take away any house points but gave me detention as a punishment."

"That's all?" Hermione said. "Why would Nott take the fall for it and then proceed to make Murtlap essence for you if there wasn't anything in it for him?"

"I don't know," I told her, shrugging. "He also walked me back to my common room and wouldn't leave me when I insisted otherwise."

"Do you think." Ron started. "Maybe that Nott fancies you?"

"No." I was quick to shake my head in disagreement. "He's doesn't. He's made that clear already."

"He has?" Harry asked loudly, brows knitted together.

"Yeah," I murmured. "That day I talked to the three of you. I asked him during class if maybe we could go out on a date sometimes and he didn't say anything. Not a yes. Not a no. Nothing."

"That's terrible," said Hermione sympathetically. "Honestly, what kind of person rejects someone then proceed to do things as if they cared for them."

"Hermione," said Harry cautiously, eyes shifting between me and her. "I don't think that does anything to soothe her nerves."

"Sorry." Hermione blinked in realization. "It's just— you deserve better. I don't understand a thing Nott's doing and I don't want you to get hurt in the process."

"He could be figuring out his feelings," Ron suggested making Hermione shoot a sharp glare his direction. Ron tsked. "I'm just pointing it out."

"Well it's not helping." Hermione said in an obvious tone. Her eyes drifted down to my hand, scanning the words then looked back up. "I think you should head back and take care of your hand. You don't want it to scar now, do you?"

I nodded, waving. "I'll see you at dinner?"

Hermione let out an agreeing hum and went on her way, Ron pestering her from behind. Harry hadn't moved though, looking at me with furrowed brows. "Could I maybe have some of your Murtlap essence?"

"Yeah." I handed it over. "I didn't know you had to endure Umbridge as well."

"Didn't think it was important to mention." He pulled out an empty ink pot from his bag and twisted it open, pouring just enough essence to not overflow it. Harry put the cap back on and handed it back over. "Don't tell Hermione or Ron, will you? I don't want to be a bother."

" 'course." I smiled. "I won't tell anyone."

•••

What are the chances that I get caught being out pass curfew twice in the same week. Pretty fucking high because I was once again being called out late at night.

Two sets of foot steps stops before me and it took me roughly five seconds to realize just how grave the situation was. Draco Malfoy stood tall and smug with Hannah Abott by his side looking tired —if a little irritated by Malfoy's presence.

"What are you doing out, badger?" Malfoy asked.

"I was heading back from the kitchens." Malfoy made a face and glanced down at my outfit that looked way too overdressed to be heading down to the kitchens.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." It was clear that I was caught in a lie. Goddamn you, Radiohead concert. "I must've lost track of time."

Hannah looked like she wanted to say something but bit her tongue. Not wanting any of her words to be counted as it being biased just because I was her dorm mate.

And then, as I waited to hear Malfoy state just how many points he wanted to take away from my house. He said with annoyance, "you can go." Unfazed to the look of surprise that showed up on both mine and Hannah's faces. "Tell Nott he owes me one."

•••

I don't think my head could —or will ever fully comprehend "tell Nott he owes me one." I don't know why exactly but that sentence feels way more ominous than it ought to be.

ott does not owe him anything for letting me go.

And I don't think I owe Nott anything for helping me be let go? maybe I could've phrased that better. What I meant to say is that: I owe Nott nothing for his friend's behavior towards me. At least I don't think I do.

But things works in mysterious way. Like how —despite how ironic I find it— Nott always find out a way to help me out during potions. Especially when it came to the ingredients.

Though that was the least of my concerns right now. My concern, for now, is revolved between the three books in my hand that I can't decide —for the life of me— which one to buy.

On other occasions I would buy all three and went about my day but I had only brought enough money for one book and food for the rest of the day at Hogsmeade, and my friend didn't seem like they'd be heading back to Hogwarts for extra cash any time soon.

I looked over my options once more, trying to figure out which one would be the bang of my buck.

Option one: All Or Nothing, a novel about a girl trying to navigate relationships with the people she surrounded herself with and see whether they would react differently when she gave them her all, and then; how they would react when she gave them nothing. 863 pages.

Option two: Glimpse Of Us, a novel about a boy who always —and I mean always, sees his ex in the girls he dates after her. 295 pages.

Option three: Listen boy, a cheesy novel about a girl who had little to no interest when it comes to going on dates with guys but when her roommate compliments her on the socks she wore, she finds herself wanting to do nothing but go on dates with them. 530 pages.

Both Glimpse Of Us and All Or Nothing seems like sad book. Maybe it's time for me to find some joy in my life —which seems to seize to exist after whatever happened between me Nott happened. As I turned, intending to put those two books back in their respective places. I was more than surprise to find Nott looking at me with a slight fascinated tilt to his head.

“Which is it?”

"Hmm?" I find myself humming. Should I pick All Or Nothing instead? Wouldn't that make me seem more intelligent than a book about a girl being in love with her roommate.

"Which one have you chose?" He clarified, and I might've imagined it —no I definitely did because, Theodore Nott's lips did not just curve up at all.

"This one." I lifted up whatever was in my right hand which just happens to be Listen boy. And there goes sounding more intelligent in front of Theodore. "It seems cute."

"Is that all?" He followed up and it's then that I realize he was wearing a forest green that had no reasons to make him look as good as it did. Green really was his colour. "Nothing more?"

"No." I shook my head. "Ideally I would like two get these two as well," I told him truthfully. "But I only brought enough for one —technically two, if I stretched it out but that would mean no snacks for the rest of the day so it's a no."

"I'll get it for you then," he says casually. Like it's something you say to someone you recently rejected. Like he was walking around, waiting for someone to tell him that they haven't brought enough cash for the other books they wanted. "Would you like anything else? I am more than willing to indulge you."

"No, I don't." I stop myself. Yes, I mean. Because I really did want other books, especially if someone else was paying for it but I know that my poor heart cannot handle it.

It is already breaking apart at how handsome he looked with his forest green jumper and black ironed pants. His hair, a usual dark brown, just the slightest tinge brighter under the sunlight (which is both a sight for sore eye and a rare view since I only ever see him in the dungeons, hunched over a bubbling pot and disgusting lightings) which flatters him in all the best way possible.

And no, my heart is not picking up a million paces over I am more than willing to indulge you in that very tone of voice, in that very set of clothes, in very set of lighting, by that very Slytherin that I could not seem to get over.

"You don't have to," I insisted, trying to not shiver under his gaze. He narrows his eyes and it says way more than words could ever say. He knows he doesn't, he wants to. Oh lord save me. "Maybe this one? It's cheaper."

"That was not my question," he said curtly. "I asked you if you'd like anything else, not which option was cheaper."

What are we even talking about now? Was he planning on buying me the three books in my hands and more or was he planning on letting me pay for my choice then pay for the others I couldn't afford.

Is my face that much of an open book? Because, without even having to say it. Theodore had already answered my questions for me. "I'll buy you the three in your hands and anymore you'd like. I'd buy you the whole store if you wanted me to."

I think I'm having a heart attack. Or dreaming. Or both. I can't tell. Maybe I'm dreaming while having a heart attack? Who knows. All I know is that Theodore Nott did not just say that. Did he?

"No." I shake my head quickly, maybe even too quickly. "No, I— these three are more than enough. I promise to pay you back when we get back to school."

Theodore fixes me a look. One ridiculing me to the point that I wished —more than anything— that I was a bludger being hit so hard I pass through the most oblivious of oblivions. I'm so sure that that would be less stressful.

"I mean it!" I press all three books to my side. "I promise, and I always keep my promise. I won't take advantage of your money, I will get it and find you as soon as I—"

I didn't see the point in finishing my words because he was smiling. And laughing. I think. It's a mixture of those two and it's so heavenly that I believe in everything ethereal alike.

Theodore noticed my silence, the side of his lips curved the slightest bit (so so small and tiny that you couldn't even spot it), looking at me with clearly amused eyes. And then, "did you not hear me?"

"What?" The words slipped out easily.

"I told you I'd buy you the whole store if you'd like and you think I'd want my money back?" He said slowly. "I couldn't care less about the money. I just wanted to make you happy. Salazar knows, I've made you upset more often than I could count between my fingers."

Now what the fuck was he on about. He has never made me upset —save for rejecting me that one time, but I understood it, he didn't like me, that's that. I have gotten over. I think. But I'm more than sure that I could count that one event between his ten fingers.

Unless Theodore only had one finger? Does he? I cast a glance down to his hands and there are those ten fingers. Ten exactly. Not one short or one more. Ten and a couple of silver bands that made me want to do nothing but sit and stare at his long, pale, slim fingers. And how they would feel around my— nope, nope. Absolute not.

"Merlin, we leave Nott alone and he goes around trying to find his girlfriend." Girlfriend?

When the owner of the voice, Zabini, finally arrives before me and Theodore, I was no where near surprised to see the other Slytherins in their group by his side.

Parkinson. Malfoy. And finally, Greengrass —whom I was actually friends with.

"Well?" Zabini muttered, eyes shifting between me and Theodore, and then landing on him solely. "Are the pair of you planning on standing here the whole day?"

"No," I said with narrowed eyes. "I don't know what he's doing here, I'm just trying to buy a book."

Zabini raised a brow. "Is that all, princess?"

"Pretty much." This feels like a trap. Is this a trap? "Are you planning on going somewhere with Theo?"

"Theo," Zabini tsked with a smirk. "I've never once called him that and I've known him for about five year now. How cute is that."

Yep. This is definitely a trap. I think I'm going to die now.

Theodore, with a roll of his eyes, made his way to my side and pried at the books pressed to my waist. Confused, and a little daze at the warmth of his fingers grazing my hip, I let go of the three books and watched him with wide eyes.

He seemed (and looked) unaffected by how everyone eyes were now on him. Walking around and picking another set of the exact books I'd picked out. Theodore paid for them without a word, asking for separate bags and handed a set over to me.

And then, quietly he says. "Zabini's an idiot." He smiled a winsome one and I am so sure I'm dying and this —whatever this was— is just a figment of my imagination that my brain curated during my dying breath. "I like it. Don't ever stop calling me Theo."

•••

Blaise Zabini is trying to be matchmaker. I'm sure of it. Or else he wouldn't be bothering me as much as he did now. I can't seem to peacefully spend time in the library without being interrupted by him.

"Hello," he greeted, smiling as he sat opposing me. I raised an eyebrow and he was able to read me quick enough, telling me the reason he was here. "Just wanted to let you know that Nott finished those three novels he bought and he's looking for someone to talk it over with a cup of tea —or coffee, whichever one you prefer."

Is he implying what I think he's implying? "Why is that any of my concerns."

"I thought you might be interested." He shrugged. "Since you know, you fancy Nott and all."

"I don't fancy Nott." I told him. An obvious lie, and Zabini knew that too. "And he doesn't fancy me so it's just a waste of time."

"Nott doesn't fancy you?" He's laughing. He's actually laughing. What was so funny about the truth? "What makes you think that?"

"He literally turns me down I when I asked him out," I said blankly. "It's pretty clear, isn't it?"

"And what exactly did he say?" Zabini asked playfully, as if he was humoring me.

"Nothing," I answered. "He just looked at me and said nothing, I don't think I need anything else to tell me that it's an obvious no."

"Nothing?" Zabini repeated with a grin. "Have you heard of being speechless? Or better yet, you know Nott doesn't really speak right?"

"That doesn't excuse him saying nothing when I asked him to go on a date," I countered.

"It doesn't," Zabini concurred. "But Nott's an idiot." Funny, Theodore said the exact same thing about Blaise. "Did you know Nott did Malfoy's work for a week without complain just because he let you go that one time you snuck out?"

No. I don't say. Malfoy did say Nott owe him one but I hadn't thought it important. "What does that have anything to do with what you were talking about?"

"Because," he says exaggeratedly. "Nott fancies you back. I suspected that he liked you since third year though he won't admit it. He won't even admit that he fancies you now but he's incredibly easy to read."

I shut my book and looked at him. Really looked at him. Trying to gauge whether he was messing with me or telling the truth. "What am I supposed to do with this information?"

"Ask him out again," he suggested lightly. "Give him another chance for being the biggest twat there is."

"And have him reject me again?"

"He won't," Zabini says calmly. "He'd burn the entire school down before even thinking of rejecting you."

I hesitate. "I don't want to embarrass myself again."

"You won't," he says with a roll his eyes. "Look I know being rejected is hard, I think I get it. I've never been rejected before. But I also know that the both of you like each other just as much and it's getting tiring seeing you beat around the bush."

"Nott won't make the first move. He thinks you hate him now for not answering when you ask so you'd have to ask again —if you still want to be with him that is. Do you? Or else I've been doing all this for nothing."

Yes. I think. I'm pretty sure that I want to be with him. "Do you know where he is?"

"Oh," Zabini said delightedly. "He's actually coming here right now. I told him I was coming to find you but never gave him a reason why. He'd be here any —speaking of the devil. Hello, Theo."

Theodore doesn't bother to return his greeting. Eyes heavily set on Zabini in a glare that had me shivering just from the side lines. Then his eyes turn to me and his glare on hardens.

"Hi, Theo." I don't think I've ever since Theodore like this before. "What are you doing here?"

"What did he do?" He asked instead.

"Nothing," I said quickly. "He did nothing. We just talked."

"About?"

"Stuff."

"Stuff?"

"Yes. Stuff."

"What kind of stuff?"

"Oh you know," I huffed. "The weather. Coffee. You."

"Me?"

"Yes." My lips fold itself into a thin line. "Actually Theo. Could I ask you something?"

His gaze softens when he nods.I am more than willing to indulge you.I am so sure now, more than ever, that love really is sour grapes.

"Uhm— would you like to—"

His eyes widened, large as saucers as he processed in my words.

"—go out sometimes?" I finished. "As a Date?"

One, two, three beats passes and all Theodore did was look at me. No answer. No emotions. No words. Nothing. And I am briefly reminded of everything that happened.

And then, "yes," he says. "Yes, I would."

•••

Theodore really did read those books he bought me. This I knew now as I sat under the sun on one of Hogsmeade many benches with Theo to my left.

This part of Hogsmeade was quiet, it wasn't too far from the shops but far enough for no one to frequent by. A few people passed by trying to move from destination to destination but none noticed the bench wedge into the middle of the place where two fifth years were sat, talking about everything and anything under the moon and stars.

"So you liked it? You liked 'Listen, boy'?"

"I did." He was smiling and I wished more than anything that I'd had a camera to capture every smile he had given me during the pass hours. "Is that so hard to believe?"

"Yes," I laugh and his smile widens. "It just doesn't seem like you. It's a cheesy and corny book and you're always so dark and broody about everything."

"I'm not dark and broody about everything," he denied.

"You are!" I countered. "You were even dark and broody when I'd first asked you out."

"That's 'cause I didn't know what to say," he says truthfully. "You could've said yes, that would've made it easy for the both of us," I told him. "I really couldn't. You don't deserve just a yes. You deserved everything, not something so simple."

"But that yes would've made my week, Theo."

Theo looked like he was about to say something before he changed his mind. "I'm sorry I didn't say yes when you'd first asked me. Could you ever forgive me?"

I want to kiss him until his lips, his skin, his hands, his scent, every tiny bit of him is imprinted in my mind. "Yes." I say. "Yes, I think I could."

Theodore chuckled, his nose crinkling at the motion and something between that laugh and smile of his causes me to lose it.

My hand reached forward first, palm pressing against his cheek, pulling him closer to me and pressed my lips onto his. I kissed him once then as I reached to pull away; I find that both of his hands had found their way to my cheeks, holding me still as he kissed me back.

Theodore pulled back, the tiniest of smile on his lips that had the smallest smudge of my lipstick attached to it. And he tells me, as if he had been thinking of this for days, years, lifetimes. "You are the prettiest girl I've ever seen."

And when I smiled, Theo leans back in. Peppering quick kisses on my lips, my nose, my cheeks, my forehead, anywhere I would let him kiss me; he will cherish it.

Once Theo finally pulls back —and this was for real this time, no more quick kisses. He looks at me and I know deep down that he will be the death of me when he says. "You are going to be the death of me."

— from bee: the thing about theo is that we know nothing about him so you can’t say that this is ooc :>

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Cooking class part 1 | t.n x fem!reader

“Miss mcgonagall you cannot fail me!” You protested walking into her class which, unfortunately for you was full of students. “Oh, hi Hermione”

“Miss y/l/n maybe instead of interrupting my class you can come up to my desk and speak to me quietly” she sighed

“Sorry” you said walking up to her desk ignoring the eyes and laughs of the gryfindors and slytherins

“Right what have I failed you in?” She asked

“This one” you pointed to the subject called “clubs and activities”

“Miss y/l/n I’m not sure if you are aware but that’s not a subject more so an option”

“My fifth year report card is almost perfect I just need anything but an F in this” you said

“I see, well the first year cooking club is probably the only club accepting new members at the moment. If by the end of the month you show great effects in cooking club I’ll see what I can do” she smiled

“Thank you miss! This is why your my favourite” you said hugging her before making your way out the classroom and waving bye to Hermione.

“We’re sorry sir!” Draco said to a very angry mr flitwick

“You should of thought about that before you boys thought it would be funny to play a cruel prank on me!” The man replied angrily

“You’re not going to tell our parents right?” Blaise asked

“That is exactly what I’m going to do”

“Please sir, we won’t do it again my dad will kill me if you tell him” theodore begged

“I see” the teacher sighed

“How about you let us go with a warning?” Draco said with a smirk

“You’re pushing your luck mister malfoy… actually I have just the right punishment for you boys” flitwick said making the boys share a confused look

“Cooking club! My father will hear about this. Isn’t that for girls” Draco huffed as they walked towards the classroom they were told to be at.

“Believe it or not I’m a great chef” theodore laughed as they neared the door to the cooking club

“Well at least it’s only for three days” blaise sighed pushing open the door.

As they walked inside they noticed all the first years plus you looking up at them

“We thought you were the teacher” you said going back to writing on your hands

“Where is she anyway?” Draco asked annoyed

“It’s a He actually and i don’t know” you replied

“Well I guess it a free period” theodore said High fiving blaise

“why are you three here anway?” You asked them

“Punishment from flitwick” blaise replied

“Why are you here?” Draco asked

“Extra credit” Theodore answered for you “you should of seen the way she came into the room this morning” he laughed making you roll your eyes

“i didn’t know you spoke” you raised your eyebrows “i don’t think i’ve ever seen you even open your mouth”

“well you’ve caught me on a good day” he grinned

“Um excuse me” you looked next to you and saw a little girl tapping you “the teacher is terribly late and we’ve already wasted 20 minutes do you know if he’s coming?” She asked

“Oh um I’m not sure sorry”

“Oh” she looked down with sad eyes

“Oi theo didn’t you say you were a great cook?” Blaise asked

“No I didn’t” he lied

“Yes you did, if i remember correctly your exact words were, Believe it or not I’m a great chef” Blaise smirked

“Well y/n is a girl who probably should know how to cook why don’t you teach the class” Draco said

“would you do that?” The little girl said looking at you with her soft eyes

“come on l/n have a heart” draco smirked

you kissed your teeth before lifting yourself from your chair. You went to the teachers desk and read the recipe “banana bread muffins” before levitating the ingredients onto all the desks

“If you lot aren’t going to do anything move to the back” you said to the three boys who moved straight away

“Um I think your meant to partner up” you said watching all the kids go into pairs “okay so um first I think you add vanilla extract?” you questioned yourself aloud

“no you don’t” theodore said watching you with an amused expression on his face.

“oh you add the eggs”

“not yet” he said

“Okay um, you add apple?”

“That’s not even part of the ingredients” he laughed

“So help me?”

“Only because it’s pathetic seeing you try to cook” he sighed walking towards you

“First you add the bananas” he gave you a pointed look while putting an apron on

“Nice apron, pink is your colour” you said as Draco and blaise started laughing

“Shut up I’m helping you aren’t I?” He groaned

“Fine” you said throwing Draco and blaise aprons too

“This isn’t my job” Draco made a disgusted face

“If I’m doing it your doing it” Theodore said rolling up his sleeves as they complained.

“Okay next melt 1/3 cup of butter” theodore said melting it with his wand “and mix it together”

“I know what’s next!” You grinned “flour”

“Well done, you’re not that clueless then. You can measure 1 and a half cup flour for me then” he smirked

You grabbed the packet of flour and pulled both sides causing it to open everywhere covering you and theodore while all the children laughed

“I take back what I said why would you open flour like that” he said blowing flour off his arm

Once the mixture was made you, theodore and the rest of the pairs were putting it into cupcake cases. While you were filling your last case you noticed some flour on theodore’s shoulder, you reached out to wipe it. As your hand came in contact with him he stopped what he was doing for a minute

“You had flour” you said quietly pointing to his shoulder

“Oh Thank you”

“Your welcome theodore” you smiled

“theo”

“what?”

“call me theo… please”

“Okay”

The cupcakes were in the oven and everyone was sitting down waiting, “how comes you can actually cook” you asked breaking the silence between you and theo who were sitting on the floor with your backs against a cupboard

“My mother used to cook for me while i watched, I loved watching her cook so much it was probably the best part about my childhood” he said smiling.

“aww notts a mummys boy” you teased

“yeah i was” he laughed

“wh-"

*DING*

you both jumped at the sound

“that’s loud” you stood up

“um well take your cakes out of the oven now before they burn” you said awkwardly rolling on the balls on your feet.

Once the cakes were cooked down the kids stuffed them into their pockets, seeing as there weren’t any containers (that they could find)

“Well come back tomorrow” you sighed “hopefully the teacher will show up”

Once all the children left you grabbed your bag and walked towards the door before turning to the three boys at the back of the class

“thank you for helping me today” you smiled as nott stared at you. “i’ll see you tomorrow” you left.

“Are you okay theo?” blaise asked the boy who was still staring at where you were moments ago.

“yeah, yeah she just reminded me of someone for a second”

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By NEWTS & Nott | Theodore Nott

Synopsis: The stress from studying for your NEWT level classes has you spiraling into confusion from burnout, and perhaps, simultaneously inspiring a certain slytherin to approach you. But it was all a coincidence, right?

Pairing: Theodore Nott x Gryffindor!Reader

Notes: Cursing, Affection (oh my goodness). I love Theo. Like my mind is constantly just <3 Theo <3.

The gloom that permeated through the air was unusually suffocating. The grey clouds that scattered across the almost equally dull sky left little room for enthusiasm to float about. Many students were beginning to fall into the pattern of procrastinating on their essays, the notorious wave of burnout that swept through the student body every year was at its most unforgiving.

This year seemed almost worse than last year’s and you were sure it has already done a number on you. Hermione, ever the scholar, was amongst the very few who were managing fairly well for the most part. Your frizzy-haired friend was currently sitting across from you in the library, face buried in a book as she mumbled quietly, albeit furiously, about Harry’s sudden overwhelming success in Potions.

You yourself were quite impressed at Harry’s new penchant for the subject and you weren’t sure if his newfound success had anything to do with having a Potions professor who didn’t seem to loathe his existence or if he was suddenly gifted by mother magic with a potions mastery.

NEWT level classes were definitely proving to be a challenge for you, and your head was pounding from trying to make sense of the Runes assignment in front of you. You weren’t Hermione by any means, but you would consider yourself to be another top student in your year, having a particular talent for Transfiguration.

“‘Mione, maybe Harry just studied a little bit extra or something. Besides, it’s a great thing that he’s thriving, especially in potions. Merlin knows this spurn of success was needed given his previous record.”

The girl’s head shoots up at your words, eyebrows drawn in frustration, “But Y/N, it just doesn’t make any sense! I followed the instructions exactly! Harry said he did as well, so why are all of my potions off?”

Ah, ever the perfectionist.

As she continued her tangent, her voice began to slowly rise in volume before her last words were bouncing around the bookshelves and causing other students to turn towards you.

“Mione, please speak a little lower! And it doesn’t matter, you’re still the top student in a lot of the other classes anyway. Besides, Slughorn is still impressed with your work regardless, that Slug Club invitation is proof of it.” Your hushed whispers seemed to quell her and she nodded along, seeming to accept your encouragement. As if suddenly feeling the burning gazes being shot at the two of you, she quickly turned and apologized silently to everyone she disturbed.

As she turned back to the book in front of her, you slowly looked around to rest your eyes. As your gaze flitted to the table next to yours, your eyes widened as you made eye contact with a familiar slytherin.

Of course, it just happened to be him of all people.

Theodore Nott happened to be one of the very few students in your year who could match Hermione’s academic prowess. You remembered starkly him beating out Draco and Hermione in Charms and Runes last year, shocking your friend group immensely– Hermione most of all. He was often seen walking with Draco and Daphne Greengrass, but he kept to himself for the most part. Despite his quieter disposition, you heard his name whispered often by girls who were longing to gain his attention and affection.

And from the way he carried himself, it was obvious that Theodore Nott was an impressive wizard.

He also just so happened to be staring at you at the current moment, no doubt having been disturbed by Hermione moments earlier.

Slapping on an apologetic smile, you nod to him before turning back to your Runes assignment.

Nope. Not awkward at all.

Your heart was beating furiously in your chest and you were beginning to fear that its quickened pace would either cause you to pass out or be loud enough for him to hear. You had never really talked to the boy, only being able to recall moments of fleeting nods and awkward eye contact between the two of you.

Of course, that didn’t stop you from admiring his talents and his admittedly, above-average looks. You also appreciated his tendency to ignore people rather than berate and bully them like other slytherins in your year.

You were sure that he at least knew of you, if not due to your involvement in Harry’s circle, then due to your consistent residency at the top of the academic hierarchy.

And a little part of you did hope that he took notice of you, not that you’d ever admit it aloud.

–

The bags under your eyes could probably carry the weight of the troll you accidentally concussed in your first year, the unforgiving curriculum chipping away at the amount of rest you got every night.

The library was unusually empty that evening, allowing you to peacefully sigh and slam your head into your books without looking like a complete maniac. Moving your head from side to side to try and relieve the tension in your neck, you move to slap your hands over your cheeks.

After you were done waking yourself up, you drew your eyebrows together and began to tackle the large chunks of small text.

‘Often mistaken for each other, the words ehwaz and eihwaz have different meanings, partnership and defense, respectively.’

You were definitely not making much progress with your Ancient Runes work, and you were growing increasingly anxious about the upcoming exam as you could slowly feel yourself slipping in the class.

Feeling a prickle on your forehead, you shoot your gaze upwards and suppress a startled gasp as you lock eyes with an amused Theodore.

When did he get here? Wait, did you get here after him? If so, how did you not notice him until now?

Perhaps, your sleep deprivation was beginning to interfere with how you function. Your lapses in memory were concerning enough for you to think of reining in your hours of daily study. As you slowly close the textbook in front of you, you watch as Theodore’s eyes dart to observe your sluggish movements.

Clearly taking pity on your hunched form, he observes you for a few more moments before sliding over a sheet of parchment. Feeling your fingers twitch in suspicion, you carefully eye him before deciding that he wouldn’t try to blow you up or anything to that degree.

As you read through the paper, you feel your mouth part in shock as you realize that it was an organized chart of notes on the words you were struggling with. Theodore Nott had just given you his notes like it was the most casual thing in the world–and they were his nice notes too.

Feeling a smile pull at your lips, you shoot your head up to thank the boy, only to find the chair across from you vacant. Looking around your table, you’re only met with endless rows of bookshelves. You were left to your lonesome again, the paper in your hand being the only assurance that you hadn’t hallucinated your interaction with the quiet slytherin.

Quickly packing up your notes and books, you carefully slide Theodore’s notes into your folder as you exit the library, parting with a quick farewell to Madam Pince.

Briskly walking back to the Gryffindor common room, you shake off the strange interaction in favor of contemplating what a disaster your next Potions lesson is going to be. It was pretty formulaic by now with Harry finishing flawlessly, Hermione wandering out of the class with a lost look, Ron flying by the seat of his pants, and your constant thoughts of giving up and laying your head down.

Potions had transformed from a tense, strict environment to one of the most entertaining in a matter of just a single year. You respected Snape’s intellect and proclivity in Potions, but his prejudices diminished any inkling of passion you had for the subject.

–

You were correct in your assumption that the class would go exactly how it always went. Currently, Ron’s cauldron was smoking up a cloud that put Seamus’ usual catastrophes to shame. As you ran your finger along the list of directions for the umpteenth time, you realized that you were missing a stem of Baneberries.

How you missed it, you could only ponder at another time. You were bustling about frantically, running on a couple hours of sleep, and feeling beside yourself.

Eyeing your cauldron, you estimated that you could probably run to the storage closet and nick the stem quickly without causing too much havoc by leaving it unattended. Moving from around your table, you quickly weaved around frustrated Gryffindors and confused Slytherins and towards the high shelves of glass jars in the back of the room.

You were getting dizzy from scanning the identical towers of jars, all the labels suddenly merging together.

Baneberries would be near the top since all the ingredients were sorted alphabetically. Looking around for the ladder, you jump out of your skin as you nearly bump into a sturdy figure behind you.

Holding your chest from the scare, you peer at the person only to be met with a familiar pair of amused eyes.

Sucking in a short breath at your luck, you shoot a sheepish smile at the boy, “Nott. Hello. I didn’t notice you there. Sorry, I’m in a bit of a rush, I forgot one of my ingredients.”

Theodore raises an eyebrow at you before partially sidestepping you, reaching up towards a shelf behind you. You gaped as you realized he was crowding you against him and the shelf, unable to wiggle around the small gap he left.

Just as quickly as the awkward moment began, it ended, and Theodore was backing up and gingerly pushing a small stem of red and white berry clusters towards you.

Eyes widening in shock, you carefully grab the thin stem, accidentally pinching his cold fingers in the process, “Oh, shoot. I’m sorry. Er…but thank you, Nott. I should really go though, I think my cauldron might explode if I delay any further.”

Practically bouncing on the spot, you don’t wait to hear his response before you’re maneuvering around his figure and scurrying back to your table. Luckily, your potion was still boiling away and even looked salvageable.

“It’s perfect! That bright pink is spot on, very good Harry, my boy.” Slughorn’s jubilant voice carries around the classroom and you could see many students suppressing their groans at Harry finishing first and flawlessly, once again.

You purse your lips to contain your laughter as you see Hermione look more than mildly distressed before schooling her expression, shooting a small congratulatory smile at Harry.

What a proper mess.

Snorting quietly, you remove the stem from your berries and slowly add a few at a time, stirring the concoction three times counterclockwise. Unlike Harry’s tart pink potion, yours begins to melt into a magenta color, and you have half the mind to step back just as it gives a little rumble, a small puff of smoke shrouding over the circumference of the cauldron.

Safe to say, that is not what’s meant to happen.

Unsure whether to mourn your failed potion (once again) or not take it too seriously, you opt to just do both, and drop your chin into your hands, laughing dryly at your fate.

Quickly cleaning up around your work station, you risk a glance across the room and make eye contact with Theodore who looks vaguely entertained at your failed potion.

Later, Harry’s bottled potion is being presented by Slughorn at the front of the class, everybody gathering around in a semi-circle to see the result. As you shuffle from leg to leg, you feel a firm chest press lightly against your back. Before you could spin around on your heel, you sense their head moving towards your ear.

“You forgot to turn down your flame and add the stem of your Angel’s Trumpet.” Theodore’s whisper sends shivers down your spine and you have to cross your arms in order to stop yourself from physically reacting.

Turning your head slightly towards his face, you huff out in exasperation, “I’m not surprised, I was pretty much running around like a headless hippogriff.”

You wryly smile, becoming accustomed to classroom failures. Luckily, it seemed that the wave of burnout was finally letting up for a few weeks before your NEWTS, so you could catch up on sleep beforehand.

A breathy laugh leaves Theodore’s lips imperceptibly and you have to fight back the pleased grin threatening to pull at your face.

Soon, Slughorn was dismissing class and you were all free to head to the dining hall for lunch. Spinning to head back to grab your book bag, you shoot a small smile at Theodore, “Nice chat, Nott. Thanks again.”

Before you’re able to brush past him, he mutters a simple correction to you, “Theo.”

“Theo. See you around.”

–

Your little exchange in potions doesn’t go unnoticed and before you could even stack up some potatoes on your plate, Hermione is dropping herself down next to you with a curious glint shining in her eyes.

Raising an eyebrow at her enthused expression, you’re unsure if you’re walking into a trap as you respond, “What’s up, ‘Mione?”

Hermione leans a little towards you before quietly whispering to you as if she was sharing a heartfelt secret, “You know what. I saw you and Nott during Potions.”

Craning your head back to look at her, you suppress the groan itching at your throat as you realize she had her mind set on getting information out of you.

“It’s nothing of that sort, ‘Mione. He was just giving me tips on my brew is all, apparently I forgot a key ingredient. I’m a proper mess and it seems to be catching the attention of other houses.” You breathe out quietly, beginning to push your food around on your plate.

Hermione grins like she knows something you don’t and replies with finality before scooping food onto her plate, “Well, he’s seated rather far away from us, don’t you agree? I wonder how he knew what you did wrong.”

Her words have you pausing as you straighten up in your seat, shooting your wide eyes to her satisfied face.

Sweet Merlin, she wasn’t called the brightest witch of your age for a half-hearted reason. In a way, you wanted to smack yourself for not realizing sooner despite how glaringly obvious it seems in hindsight.

How did he know what you did wrong?

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It’s been a week since your potion incident with Theo, and you’ve been actively avoiding looking in his direction since that day. You absolutely would not focus on the boy, you couldn’t afford a crush, especially not one on one of the most eligible bachelors of your year.

Plus, a crush would be detrimental to your grades, and you had barely just recovered from your chronic sleep deprivation.

Unfortunately, your active avoidance of the boy only made him drift through your head more often. You even caught yourself writing his name mid-sentence while you were doing your Transfiguration essay.

At the current moment, you were sitting with your friends in the common room, listening to Harry rant about Draco, once again. It was entertaining, but you could feel Hermione shooting small glances at you from time to time, still remembering your incident with Theodore.

Crossing your arms, you finally speak up as Harry stops to catch his breath, “Harry, are you sure you’re not just interested in Malfoy? No one pays this much attention to someone without having a crush on them, I mean seriously, how do you even know how Draco likes his apples?”

Harry gapes at your words, fishing around for a logical rebuttal, but you can see how his eyes widen in realization. Ron seems plenty amused by Harry’s flailing and leans back like a satisfied wingman, even though you were the one who did all the mental gymnastics for Harry.

Hermione raises her eyebrows at your words, turning to face you before echoing your words quietly, “Yeah, no one pays that much attention to someone without it involving a crush.”

Shaking your head, you dismiss her insinuation, “It was one lesson, ‘Mione. I doubt he’s looking to court me or anything.”

Your words grab Harry and Ron’s attention and they suddenly lean over to you for an explanation. Raising your eyebrows in challenge, you successfully harden your resolve despite their puppy eyes.

Realizing that you were going to remain tight-lipped, Hermione decides to enlighten them, “A certain slytherin has taken interest in Y/N.”

“Oh please ‘Mione, I’m telling you that he’s just really observant and really good at potions.” Your last words catch a little in your throat.

Hermione grins like cheshire cat, having successfully roped you in, “Sure, and him giving you his nice notes was just a casual ordeal as well.”

Ron and Harry swing their heads back and forth between the two of you, eyes brimming with anticipation.

Ron seems to have reached the end of his patience and grabs hold of your forearms, shaking you playfully before exclaiming, “Well don’t just keep fighting, tell us who!”

Huffing in defeat, you dart your attention to the fireplace as you satiate their curiosity, “Theodore Nott.”

Harry falls back on the floor and releases a noise of surprise while Ron’s hands rip away from your arms and fly to his face.

“What? Is it that surprising?” Honestly, you were mildly insulted.

Harry is the first to speak, shaking his head reassuringly, “No, no, it’s just, you’re not considering it are you?”

Tilting your head, you’re quick to reply, “What do you mean? I mean I don’t consider it as a possibility, but what’s so wrong with Theo?”

Ron gapes in shock, “Theo?”

Hermione looks at the both of them sternly before turning to you, “I think what they’re trying to say is, Theodore might be bad news. I haven’t the faintest clue why they’d feel that way though.”

Shaking your head firmly, you shoot down their apprehension, “No way, he’s probably the most tame out of that friend group.”

The boys don’t look convinced, but Harry concedes with a quiet, “If you’re sure.”

Tired of the conversation, you stand up from the sofa and stretch your arms above your head, “Enough about me, it’s about time for dinner. Let’s head to the dining hall and talk about Harry’s crush on Draco.”

“It’s not a crush!”

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It’s the very next morning after your conversation in the common room when something bizarre happens to you again. You had successfully evaded Theodore for a little over a week, and sometimes you could feel a pointed stare aimed at you.

As you’re pouring orange juice for yourself during breakfast, a letter drops in front of your plate as everyone gets their post. Confused by the envelope, you cast a charm to make sure it hasn’t been tampered with before picking it up.

There wasn’t a sender address on the envelope, but as you neatly tear it open and unfold the paper inside, you realize that you knew exactly who it was from.

The words were neatly written on the paper, and even without the letter’s content, you already recognized the penmanship.

Meet me after dinner tonight? Astronomy Tower.

Don’t worry, you’ll be back before curfew.

P.S. Do you need my notes again?

Unable to stop yourself, your head shoots up and towards the direction of Draco’s friend group. Immediately, your eyes lock with Theodore’s and he sends you a small smile, tilting his head subtly to ask for your answer.

Slowly nodding, you feel warmth flood your face as he breaks into a pleased grin and his eyes twinkle in victory. His expression catches the attention of his friends as they all immediately stop their conversation and follow Theodore’s gaze.

Your eyebrows nearly shoot off your face as you’re suddenly under the scrutiny of the slytherin circle. Surprisingly, Draco doesn’t jeer at you but rather smirks at you ominously, but surprisingly not with malice. Blaise and Pansy look back at Theodore and whisper furiously, their words seemingly so obscene that it tears Theo’s gaze from you and to his smiling friends.

You weren’t sure if you should be worried. Swallowing down your nervousness, you carefully fold the letter back up and tuck it away into your book bag, keeping your head down for the rest of the meal.

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Your day seems to pass by in a blur, and soon enough you’re rising out of your seat during dinner, eyes trailing to glance at Theo, whose attention darts to your rising form.

Harry raises his head to look at you in confusion, “You’re done eating already?”

Nodding quickly, you plaster on a reassuring smile to settle your nerves, “Yeah, I’m just going to go take a walk. I’ll meet you guys in the common room before curfew.”

Your friends bid you farewell and you pace out of the hall, seeing Theodore push his plate back out of the corner of your eye. Not ready to face him quite yet, you pick up the pace as you head towards the Astronomy Tower, head filled with racing thoughts.

As you enter the top tier of the tower, you walk towards the ledge to look at the sky, deciding to just leave the door open for Theo.

A few minutes pass before you hear footsteps approaching you, your shoulders tensing in anticipation.

Theodore slowly makes his way to stand next to you, resting one arm on the stone ledge and maneuvering his body to face you. Unable to face him just yet, you opt to break the silence first, “So, why did you want to meet with me?”

“I thought you would have figured it out by now. After all, you’re quite brilliant.” Amusement colors his tone, and you were sure he was smiling at you right now.

Feeling your brain lag at the sudden compliment, you turn your head and survey him with questioning eyes before finding your voice, “It’s not like you to do all this.”

His lips tug a little at your attention, “Like what?”

Turning your body to face him fully, you’re keenly aware of the warmth emanating from his body, “Like approaching people you’re unfamiliar with and giving them your notes. Asking them to meet up with you at night. Helping them with their potions. You’re not possessed are you?”

Theodore’s nose wrinkles in amusement as his smile seems to grow impossibly wider, “So you watch me too. But no, I’m not possessed. I think we both know what the deal is though.”

Dropping your shoulders as your nerves seem to turn to jelly, you release a shaky sigh, “Then, you like me too?”

Your eyes flit across his face quickly, watching his eyes widen slowly. Smiling at you in fondness, he carefully brings up his hand to cup your face, his cool rings soothing your burning cheek.

His thumb slowly brushes across your cheek and he steps closer to your figure, leaning to close the distance between your faces, but leaving just enough room to have you wanting more.

His gaze flickers between your lips and eyes, finally breaking through the silence that settled between the two of you, “Yes, I like you too. Have for a while.”

You can’t fight your smile, and Theodore seems to be unable to wait any longer, ducking his head further towards yours, “Tell me to stop if you’re not ready.”

Laughing breathlessly at his words, you bring your hands to rest behind his neck, tugging him closer to close the faint gap between your bodies, “Not a chance in hell.”

Theodore brings a hand to wrap around your body, quickly connecting your lips. His firm grip on you has you melting against him, and you’re sure that the world completely stopped in that moment, nerves running like fireworks in your body.

You both break apart for air, donning identical grins of bliss. Unwilling to let you stray too far, Theodore doesn’t loosen his hold and opts to softly nuzzle his nose against yours, occasionally planting kisses on your cheeks.

Rubbing circles on the back of his neck, you softly laugh as you suddenly remember something, “Hermione was actually the one who helped me realize that you liked me.”

Humming at your words, Theo only pauses briefly from kissing your face to answer, “Remind me to thank her.”

Smiling softly at his clinginess, you pull your head back to get a good look at him, “Didn’t realize you were the affectionate type.”

His eyes are hazy from bliss, and he cranes his head forward to try and bring you back to him before answering, “Hm, well the last week has been rough with you avoiding me. ‘M making up for it.”

Your laugh echoes around the room, urging Theodore to lean over to nip at your ear, “What’s so funny?”

Carding your fingers through his soft lock, you have a fleeting thought about curfew before you brush it aside to answer him, “Nothing much. Just didn’t think you would get pouty about it.”

Reeling back at your words, his mouth parts in playful shock, “I don’t pout, baby.”

“That’s good since we should get going before the prefects head out.” Your words are met with a loud groan and Theodore does the exact opposite of your suggestion, deciding to instead bury his face in your neck and cling onto you.

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“Oh bugger off! He was being the biggest baby of the century all week long, ‘I don’t pout’, my arse.” Draco’s crude words have you dropping your mouth into your hands to muffle your laughter as Theo was left to gape at his friend’s words.

Pansy nods in agreement and grabs your free hand like a relieved mother, “Trust me, I don’t know what you see in him, but I’m so glad you’re here now.”

You beam brightly at the girl, coming to realize that your previous anxiety about meeting Theo’s friends was just a waste of energy–they were nothing like your presumptions.

“Happy to be here. I was honestly driving myself mad all week trying to avoid Theo.” You don’t miss the wounded look the boy throws at you as he begins to tug on your elbow to try and drag you away from his friends.

“Theo? I remember when I tried to call him that once in third year and he nearly incinerated me.” Blaise raises his eyebrows teasingly at your deflated boyfriend, unable to resist poking fun at his usually stoic friend.

Huffing a small laugh, you interlace your fingers with Theo’s before stepping back, “Dating privileges, Zabini. Now, it was nice talking with you guys, but Theo might die from embarrassment if we linger around.”

You barely manage to say your farewells to the group, before Theo is steering you away by your shoulders, muttering up a storm about his friends.

“Don’t be lax just yet, dear. You still have to talk with my friends, remember?” Your reminder has the boy straightening his posture, evidently unsure with how to approach making conversation with your capricious group.

“They’ll like me, right?” You nearly melt into a puddle at his words.

“Hermione? Yes. Harry? Maybe. Ron? Not a chance. But I like you, and that’s all that matters. Besides, Ron is too scared to incur Hermione’s wrath to threaten you, so he won’t try to hex you or anything.” Patting his chest reassuringly, you begin to drag him through the castle, set on finding your friends.

Smiling to yourself, you were sure that your sudden relationship with the slytherin would encourage your friends to confront their own crushes.

“Oh, I think I see them! Theo, you can’t get out of this with your puppy eyes, now come on!”

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****Chapter 8 of Home for the Holidays is live****

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There’s nothing like coming home for the holidays. For Hermione, having Charlie home for the holidays this year might just be the perfect time for her to finally make her move on the handsome Dragon Tamer. But, as with any family, drama is lurking just around the corner. Hermione just has to figure out if it’ll make or break her chances at becoming the future Mrs Charles Weasley.

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Willow

Pairing: Bill Weasley x Fem! Reader

Summary: The story of how you and Bill got together.

Word count: 3.0k

Warning/s: age gap! (reader is 20, Bill’s around 25-26) , mentions of scars

Note: had been listening to T. Swift’s willow for the longest time and thought about ‘hey this kinda has some ‘falling in love with bill weasley’ vibes to it’ thus this being born! and this is my first songfic on here as well i’m quite proud tbh. please like and reblog if you enjoyed, feedbacks are much welcome <3

GIF is not mine, credits to the owner!

I’m like the water when your ship rolled in that night

Rough on the surface, but you cut through like a knife

You were currently in the Burrow along with Harry and Hermione. Deciding to spend the summer with the Weasley’s as Ron suggested.

“Hey give it back (Y/N)!” Hermione shouts playfully, you are holding her diary in your hands as the night progressed. You were all in the living room, it was too early (it was also kind of late) to go to bed anyways.

“Ooh what’s this? Ron look it’s for you.” You teasingly said as you saw your friend’s name scribbled in her handwriting. Ron piped his head up at the mention of his name, Harry looking back and forth at the scene before him while Hermione stared at you with wide eyes “Don’t you dare! Accio!” Hermione says, pulling out her wand. You felt the pull of the book eager to get out of your grasp and you let it, snapping back to Hermione’s hand.

“What’s it about?” Ron asks, looking at Hermione “At least tell me you’ve been writing good things on there.” Which earned him a smack on the head with the said diary, him letting out an ‘ow’ as both you and Harry laughed. “Oh believe me, expect the worse, Ronald.” Hermione retorts with a now growing smile on her face.

You were about to speak when the door opened suddenly, knocking you on the ground face first with a rather harsh thud. It didn’t occur to you that you were standing in front of the Burrow’s front door now you suffered the consequences. But wait, who was there? Who the hell opens doors at midnight? You propped yourself up, rubbing your arm, a throbbing pain was felt. You were about to face the intruder when they were already the first one to grab ahold of you, taking your shoulder and facing you towards them.

And if it was an open-shut case

I never would’ve known from that look on your face

Lost in your current like a priceless wine

“Dear Merlin, my apologies.” You then registered it was a man. Your eyes squinted, taking in the features of the person in front of you.

Red hair like the rest of the Weasley’s yet his hair brushed at his shoulders, striking blue eyes, and a rather noticeable scratch-like scar on the left side of his face. It was another one of the Weasley’s? Were you dreaming?

He seemed to be talking but your thoughts zeroed on him, dumbfounded.

“Bill!” Then you heard Ron’s voice.

Bill Weasley. You’ve sworn you have seen him in the past or so here in the Burrow, yet this was the only time you had clearly seen him in person.

“(Y/N) get up.” Hermione whispers, taking your arm and pulling you up.

“Apologies again, I hope you’re alright?” Bill’s voice spoke.

Hermione sent an inconspicuous pinch on your arm, making you shake your head and nod. “I’m fine, please don’t worry, I should be the one apologizing since I was blocking the door.” You laugh shyly.

He smiled as well, and you cursed the light tingle you felt in your stomach.

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The Weasleys

Bill - Domhall Gleeson

Charlie - Ken Bek

Percy - Nicholas Skidmore

Fred & George - Viggo Beck

Ron - Linus Wördemann

Ginny - Luca Hollestelle

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The dragon tattoo

a/n: something I came up with hoping it would get me in the mood to write. just a cute charlie imagine for ya’ll :) shouldn’t be any major warnings besides food mentioned twice, just talks about cooking it. sorry if i missed any

Summary: you start a job as a camp healer in Romania on recommendation letter from St. Mungo’s. A certain redhead tries to win your attention after years outside of school.

The morning sun was shining through the English rainstorm, rain whipping on the windows. Rolling over, sighing, it was time for me to finish packing for Romania. The floor was cold as I stood on the wooden floor, pepper, my three month old kitten was already meowing at me. “Okay, baby. I’ll feed you”, Pepper stomped her feet on the floor, before climbing up my thighs, “Yes, hi love. I’m getting it”, I winced as the ball of fluff left her nails in me. Popping a couple pieces of toast in the toaster, grabbing my check list. Pepper was happily meowing at her bowl, such a sweet girl.

Everything was packed, pepper was in her carrier with a couple toys, the door was locked. “Well, Pep it’s time. I promise the dizziness will stop soon enough, sweet baby”, sitting the portkey down. “Ready?”, I asked. Finally landing in front of the office of the dragon camp, I landed on my feet with everything I packed. “You must be the new doc? I’m Steve”, a tall blonde man stuck out his hand. “That’s me, I’m Y/n”, I smiled, shaking his hand. “I’d watch your kitten, if I was you”, Steve looked at Pepper in her carrier. “She doesn’t leave the house much”, I joked. The kitten was a homebody. “I’ll show you to your cabin”, Steve said, following him. You could hear dragons roaring and flying around as we walked further to the cabin. A tall redhead held a tiny purple dragon, and looked like it was hurt or sick. “You’re next to Charlie and Mike”, Steve unlocked the door. Charlie? Why does that sound familiar? Steve showed me the cabin and said dinner was in a couple hours. “Whatdya think Pep? Can we make it home?”, I opened her door. Pepper sniffed around, taking her toy with her. Deciding on cleaning the cabin before I made it home.

I was in the kitchen, when someone knocked on the door. Opening the door, the same redhead stood with no dragon. “Yeah?”, I asked. Where have I seen him? “Hi, I’m Charlie! Just wanted to say hello and see the face of the new healer”, Charlie smiled. “Here I am”, I grinned. Charlie was tall and well built, muscles threatening to pop out of his shirt, piercing blue eyes all complete with curly red hair. Red hair, could it be him? “Can I ask you something?”, I bit my lip, Pepper meowing. “Yeah uh?” “Y/n. This is gonna sound crazy, but did we go to school together?”, I asked. Charlie grinned, “Hogwarts, was in Gryffindor. What about you?” “Fellow Gryffindor as well”, I laughed. “How? I never saw you in the common room or anywhere”, Charlie’s eyebrows furrowed. “I didn’t talk much, had really bad social anxiety. Should have been in Hufflepuff, swear I think the hat made a mistake or was tired of sorting”, I looked down. Charlie was quiet. “Charlie?”, I looked up and saw Charlie holding his hand out for Pepper to sniff.

“Hi there, I’m Charlie”, Charlie smiled as Pepper let him pet her head. “Uh this is Pepper”, I choked out. Charlie left as dinner was approaching pretty soon. I skipped dinner, needing to finish the cleaning and get my bed made. Getting out of the shower, I threw on a silk set of Pj’s as a knock entered the cabin. I opened the door, Charlie stood with a couple plates, “Hi Charlie” “Hi love, uh I brought you some dinner and dessert. Didn’t see you at dinner”, Charlie smiled. “Thanks, new places and I’m nobody so yeah”, I felt a pang of anxiety as the redhead walked in. “This okay?”, he asked, sitting the food at the table. I nodded. The next morning came quicker than expected. Walking into the healer’s building, “Ah Y/n! Good morning, I’m Healer Reiter”, Healer Reiter smiled as I approached him. “We mostly get burns and scratches here, but a broken bone will come occasionally”, Reiter said as he showed me around.

“Y/L/N, room three. Burns and a huge gash”, the blonde nurse said, handing me the chart. “Okay. Alright, Mr. Weasley, I’m- oh hey”, I closed the door. Charlie was shirtless and stretched out on the bed. “Wanna tell me what happened?”, I asked looking at his shoulder. “Give me some burn cream and do a healing spell, I really need to get back out there”, Charlie said. I cocked an eyebrow at him, “I don’t come to you and tell you how to do your job, don’t do it to me. I ask you a question”, I crossed my arms over my chest. Charlie sighed, “I’m sorry, just hurt is all. I pissed off the mum putting her baby back, she thought I hurt her baby” I winced, “Mothers tend to protect her kids. Raise up for me, Charlie” Charlie sat up, I noticed the dragon tattoo and smiled, “Nice tattoo” Charlie chuckled, “Thanks, love. Did it get burnt?” “No, didn’t leave your left shoulder blade”, I rubbed the cream on his shoulder, grinning at the freckles on his back. Admiring his muscles and freckles, “Y/n, hey love. You okay back there?”, Charlie asked. “Huh oh yeah. Let me see your gash”, I snapped out of my trance. Charlie was a beautiful man that made my job hard for twenty minutes.

The weekend came and Reiter gave a couple days off, it was raining and the wind whipped around. Pulling on legging and a green sweater, grabbing my boots. Opening the door, I was met by Charlie’s fist. “Oh love, sorry about that”, Charlie put his hand down, smiling sheepish. “It’s okay, Charlie. How’s the burn and gash?”, I asked, standing on the porch. “Good, still sore, but nothing I can’t handle”, Charlie smiled. I watched the rain fall, a comfortable silence happened. Charlie cleared his throat, “Yeah?”, I turned to face him. Charlie was biting his lip, “Do you wanna go to dinner with me sometime?” I took away, “Sure, how soon is sometime?” “Tonight okay with you? I can cook us something”, Charlie smiled. “That’s perfect, Charlie”, I grinned, brushing my hand next to his. I walked to Charlie’s cabin, dressed in a yellow blouse and jeans. Not sure how casual this was, I hoped it was a date with Charlie. I knocked on the door, “Hi love, you look beautiful, yellow is a good color on you” “Well hello to you too, you’re full of compliments”, I grinned. I watched Charlie move around his small kitchen, finishing the food. His back muscles moving around through his shirt, arms bulging. He bent over getting something out of the oven, Charlie was blessed everywhere, his jeans were tight around his thighs and ass. I’m a healer, I’ve seen some nice bodies. And Charlie has a gorgeous body. “Enjoying the view, doll?”, Charlie smirked. “Maybe”, I looked him up and down. Charlie shook his head.

Dinner was amazing, we talked about family, hobbies outside of work, even Pepper. “Care if I walk you home?, it’s late”, Charlie asked. “Not at all, afraid a dragon may kidnap me, Charles?”, I smirked. Charlie rolled his eyes, “My dragons won’t, but mother did raise a gentleman” Charlie pulled me to his sides. “I’ll have to thank her one day”, I looked up at him. Charlie and I stood outside my door. “Y/n?”, Charlie asked. “Yes Charlie?”, I turned around, looking up at the redhead. Charlie looked at my lips and up at me again, “Do you mind?” I shook my head as I gently brought him closer to me. Charlie laid his hands on my waist, thumbs holding my hips in place. Tugging his curly red locks as I felt his tongue on my bottom lips. “Charlie? There you are!”, a man stood at the railing of my porch. “Oh sorry mate” “What is it?”, Charlie turned around, still holding my hips. “Hydra is worse and her mom won’t do anything” Charlie sighed, “Go on, Charlie”, I said. “I’m sorry about this”, Charlie looked down at me. “It’s your job, now quit apologizing and go help that baby before I go myself”, I stared up at him. “Aren’t you the new healer? This is a baby dragon, love”, the blond chuckled. “I am, so what. I take care of sick and injured things”, I sassed. “Frankie, go on”, Charlie rolled his eyes. Charlie smiled, “See ya around, doll”, Charlie kissed my cheek. I watched as the redhead ran to the sick baby. “Think I’m gonna marry you, Weasley”, I smirked.

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