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indigo-scarf · 1 year

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Character Profile: Theodore Nott

I. Canon

II. My headcanons

• Theodore’s parents struggled to conceive him. As fanon has it, Theodore’s mother was as “elderly” as his father, and the couple struggled to have a child. The meaning of Theodore’s name, “gift of the gods”, also corroborates that.

• His mother died when he was a child, or perhaps even in childbirth. Another popular fanon theory I accept: it was witnessing his mother’s death that enabled Theodore to see Thestrals.

• His father was cold and distant. Nott Sr was the type of stoic pureblood who expects his wife to do all the child-rearing, but his wife wasn’t there. Besides that, I have more questions than answers about Theodore’s family:

- Did his father and mother have a good relationship? - Did his father resent his mother for struggling to conceive? - How much time did Theodore get with his mother? - If she died in/due to childbirth, does Nott Sr resent Theodore for it? - Or does he love his son but just doesn’t know how to show it?

• Theodore is a pretentious nerd. Growing up without much company, he found refuge in books, libraries, and the persona of the independent intellectual who doesn’t need anyone.

• He uses intellectuality and logic as shield from feelings and trauma. He pretends everything is cold rationality, so he can act like nothing actually affects him. He’s never had a model for dealing with emotions in any way other than shutting them off.

• Theodore hates being called “Theo”. He finds it condescending, and finds nicknames in general overly-familiar. Fortunately, the Slytherin boys all call each other by their surnames; Pansy is the only classmate who calls him “Theo” anyway, just to annoy him.

• He doesn’t rely on external validation. He didn’t have that growing up, so he’s had to learn to do without. Unlike Draco or even Blaise, Theodore doesn’t feel the need to show off or put others down. Being self-assured of his superiority in his own mind is usually enough for him.

• He finds the Death Eaters contemptible. Since Theodore “does not feel the need to join gangs, including Malfoy’s”, I imagine him equally uninterested in Voldemort’s gang. He might believe in pureblood supremacy, might even find it important to have someone defend it, but he doesn’t romanticise fighting for a cause. Intimately familiar with death from a young age and with no reason to admire his father, Theodore is cynical about war and politics.

• He’s quiet. He reads, writes, listens, and observes much more than he talks.

• He keeps his opinions to himself. Saying the wrong thing at home could easily put his father in a bad mood, so he’s learnt to be strategic about speaking. He does love to correct others and call out their logical fallacies, though, and uses contrarianism as deflection.

• He sees people from a detached distance, as if they’re potential characters for a novel, or psychology case studies. This is a simultaneously contemptuous and non-judgemental worldview: humans simply behave the way they behave, they’re not any different from objects affected by scientific laws (or magical laws?). Only a few people — Theodore and the thinkers he admires — manage to exercise true critical thinking and go beyond inertia.

• He has a crush (or a squish) on Draco. Theodore can’t help finding Draco’s flamboyant personality and sheltered naivety endearing. However, he tries to repress this, because affection is silly and he doesn’t want to get attached. When Draco joins the Death Eaters, Theodore immediately knows Draco isn’t cut out for it, and Theodore feels conflicted, but at least partly validated in his fear of loss.

• Draco is conflicted about Theodore. Sometimes Draco appreciates that Theodore is a good listener and can hold an intelligent conversation, but sometimes Theodore feels safe enough to challenge Draco too much, ironically driving Draco back to his usual yes-people.

• Theodore is eventually forced to confront his humanity. Maybe after Hogwarts he finds himself completely alone and realises he doesn’t like that. Maybe his father dies and he can’t ignore his mixed feelings about it. Maybe he decides to pursue Draco romantically.

#theodore nott #hp headcanon #slytherin #my stuff #hp profiles #draco x theo #dreo

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draqo-pctter · 7 months

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a little bit of rain and an empty common room // a dreo drabble for hp cocktober 2023

Draco sighed happily as he leaned back against Theo on the couch. Days like this were his favorite – no classes, no Quidditch practice, a little bit of rain, and an empty Common Room. He sipped at the tea Theo made and considered himself lucky.

day 3; hand job

words; 838

rated e; nsfw content, hogwarts eighth year, mind the tags

click here to read on ao3

#dreo #dreo drabble #draco malfoy #theodore nott #draco x theo #theo x draco #theo nott #eighth year #soft #ohthedrarry ao3

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bluebugsy · 1 month

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The Unfair Heart ❤️

This is my very long series that l've nearly finished! I've noticed more people are discovering it so I thought l'd post the best way to enjoy and read it!

If you have any questions let me know!

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sitp-recs · 10 months

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he liv do you have any draco/theo fics?? preferably long ones

Hi anon! Unfortunately I don’t know any long fics, I rarely read this ship outside of Drarry (with Draco/Theo as a side or past ship), but here are some short recs for you. I vaguely remember a sara_holmes fic but I think it was taken down :( in any case here’s a great rec list by @mxlfoydraco and maybe my followers can help with more recs!

Subtlety and Finesse by @gracerene (E, 1.4k)

Written for the prompt: Theo has never seen his best friend in that way―but ever since he caught Draco wanking that one time, he can't get him out of his head.

Bite to Break Skin by gracerene (E, 3k)

When Theo returns to Britain after several years abroad, he reawakens feelings in Draco that he thought were long suppressed. Draco's determined to maintain a friendly distance, but it's clear that Theo has other plans.

Locals Only by thefrancakes (E, 12k) - Draco/Theo/Blaise

Draco hits the water hard. It feels like crashing into cement. There is no give until he’s sinking and being buried all at once. The wave crashes atop him, and he holds his breath as he’s tossed around in white water. His shoulder bounces against the rocky bottom, cutting into his skin like Doxy nails. He drags across the bottom, tied to his surfboard by a leash around his ankle.

#asks #anon #Draco x Theo

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seriously-d · 6 months

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I couldn't sleep yesterday because I kept thinking about a scene from a story I have read and I could not remember which damn book it was from. I kept thinking it was the song of Achilles but just knew that wasn't it...I felt so close I could see the scene in my mind it drove me crazy I mentally went through all the books I've ever read

And then it hit me

It was from a HermionexDracoxTheo Fanfiction

#hp fanfcition #dramione #fanfiction #reading #I'm a sucker for smut I'm sorry #for the record i hate j.k.r but the fanfics are really addicting #Harry Potter #Draco #Hermione #theodore nott #draco x theo #draco x hermione #don't even know how i got into that particular ship...

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splendidissimus · 7 months

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May 1999 - "I need you"

((Content warning: emotional breakdown))

((Promptspiration: @whumptober 2023: day 10: Stranded / "You said you'd never leave." ))

((This gets kinda fluffy by the end, and is pretty much about recovery.))

Genre: hurt / comfort

Romance level: moderate

Angst level: 2/5

Draco's headspace: inconsolable

((words: ~2800))

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It was Saturday. Theo was methodically reviewing potions with a loose study circle of most of the other seventh-years who had the class, keeping one ear on Granger's half-frantic muttering because, all else aside, let it never be said she wasn't excellent at studying. It was just over a month until their exams started, and she already felt like she was falling behind, a sentiment he didn't share, but she wouldn't miss a detail.

It took him by surprise when his pocket got warm. He still carried around the enchanted paper he and Draco used to write back and forth while he was at Hogwarts, but Draco had fallen out of using it except to answer him. He hadn't initiated conversation in… it had to be since before Easter break, so at least a month.

The last thing written on the paper, in a loose, sloppy version of Draco's handwriting, was 'I need you.'

Theo immediately tuned out the other students and used the special quill that went with the paper to write back. 'Anything. What do you need?'

But Draco didn't answer. He tried for almost twenty minutes, writing until Draco's entry was pushed almost off the top of the page, then made a decision — he had to go. If Draco needed him and couldn't tell him why, he had to find out. He swept all of his things together into his bag and left the library without a word to anyone else.

He kept the paper close inside his pocket in case Draco wrote back, though.

He elected not to waste time going to the dungeons to get rid of his stuff; he'd just get out past the gates and Disapparate… That was what was going through his mind when he turned a corner and ran into Slughorn. Literally.

He bounced back and nearly fell, fumbling his bag, though Slughorn was unmoved. "Careful there. We're certainly in a hurry to study, aren't we?"

"I've got to go," Theo said, gathering his bag again. "It's an emergency."

"Well, you've just passed the toilets," Slughorn chortled, amusing himself. Theo gave him an irritated look, and the man read the mood. "You mean leave the school?" he inquired genially.

"Yes, I have to go home. I'll be back as soon as possible, I'll do detention or whatever you want, but I've got to go."

"Now, there's no sense in detention as a fine for misbehaviour if it's not going to be a deterrent. I can't authorise you to leave—"

He was pretty sure he could have found a way for someone who had something to offer him, Theo thought irritably. "Fine, but I'm still going."

Slughorn raised his hand. "Don't rush. I was going to say there's no need for you to run off and break school rules when we can explain the situation. Don't be so quick to buck the system when you can use it."

Was that supposed to be life advice? He'd be a lot more impressed with anything he had to teach if this wasn't a professor who all but ignored his existence for two years because of his last name, and literally ignored Draco for all of last term to the point where he didn't even report that he stopped attending classes…

Slughorn put a hand on his back and didn't let him escape; they made their way over to the west tower and the Headmistress's office, Theo chafing every step for the wasted time, clutching the paper in his pocket and willing it to get warm.

"Cover your ears now," Slughorn chided Theo almost playfully as they approached the gargoyle guarding the stairs. "Abyssinian." The gargoyle jumped out of the way and let them onto the moving staircase.

"Minerva." Slughorn didn't really check to see if she was available before speaking, which made her look a little bit annoyed already as she looked up from whatever was laid out on her desk. "Young Mister Nott here would like to speak with you about a weekend pass to go home."

"This weekend?" she pointed out sharply. "You are aware that the memorial of the battle will be held tomorrow. Missing it is out of the question."

"I don't care about a weekend pass, I'm just telling you I'm leaving," he said tightly. "I have got to go, it's an emergency, and I'd be gone already if I didn't run into him." He jerked his head at Slughorn.

"Mister Nott," she said sternly. "I am aware of your… home situation. If there is an emergency with your sister or her children, I'm sure that—"

He clenched his hands into tight fists. "It's not about that at all. I'm not a kid; I've got responsibilities that are frankly a lot more important than these exams." She didn't look particularly impressed at that assessment. "I've been helping look after someone who's sick, and they just messaged me for help, and I've got to go."

"Calm down. Consider the situation. They have time to owl you, but no one else could have helped by now?" she said reasonably, the epitome of pragmatic rationality.

"It's not like that!" He yanked out the paper and slapped it on her desk. "That's called an Owlless, it's in real time, and he called for help almost half an hour ago." And he was trapped here, because these people wouldn't let him go without kissing the ring of their paperwork — it was fully within his power to get to Draco and he was being held back by rules. Oh how he hated society.

Slughorn sidled up to the desk, peering over her arm at it. "Now, that's an interesting bit of workmanship, isn't it?"

McGonagall skimmed the paper, parsing how it worked. Then her lips pressed into such a flat line they disappeared. "Malfoy."

"He's my friend," he said defiantly. "And he's sick, really sick, because Voldemort cursed him. He could be dying right now because you're not letting me go see what's wrong! Maybe you don't care," he added acidly. That's right, did she think he'd forgotten her sending Draco to detention last year, knowing exactly what that meant? Even if he antagonised her for half the year, she should have been better. Yeah, he wasn't impressed with any of their nobility, no matter how society decided they were the heroes.

"Mister Nott," she warned. He was unapologetic but didn't push it. She skimmed the note again, then folded it and handed it back. "Be back before classes on Monday, and if you miss the memorial tomorrow I shall expect an essay on the impact of the battle." She nodded toward the fireplace. "You can floo from here."

"Thank you," he forced himself to say, because society demanded it, took back his Owlless before Slughorn could make it disappear, and almost ran to the fireplace. The floo powder box opened itself as he approached, he took a pinch, and called "Malfoy Manor!" as he stepped into the flames.

The world spun, showing him flashes of kitchens and lobbies across the country, and then he stepped out in the Malfoy drawing room. "Draco!" he immediately yelled, throwing his bag down. A scan of the room showed it was empty and he ran out, calling for him. "Draco! Draco, I'm here, tell me where you are!"

Parlour, window seat, both empty. He called for Draco again and ran back to the stairs, focused on the library at the top. Or maybe his bedroom… or that second-floor window…

He heard a squeak from below him. "Mister Nott!" The house elf was quavering beside a closed door in the hall going back past the staircase, and when she saw him looking she pointed at it urgently. "Master Draco is here, sir!"

Theo jumped the last two steps to get back down, and when he was back on the ground he oriented himself and realised that was Draco's mother's room — tacitly off limits unless she was entertaining. "Is she here?" If she was, if Draco was with her, then he wasn't needed and she'd probably consider him intruding… unless Draco called him even though he had her…?

But the house elf shook her head vigorously, ears flapping. "Mistress isn't home, only Master Draco! Please help…" She wrung her bony hands.

He didn't have to be asked again. He opened the door and looked around frantically. "Draco?"

Draco was in a chair isolated in the corner away from the rest of the seating, with one foot drawn up in the chair to hide behind his knee, holding his head in both hands, sobbing.

He came to him and pulled down his leg. "It's okay, I'm here." He tried to pull his hands away so he could see him. He touched his heart monitor on the way to see if he was having a bad spell, but his pulse looked okay, and that was a relief. "Are you okay? Tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing… Everything!" He bent over double and sobbed into his knees.

"It's okay…" Theo hugged him and rubbed his back, looking around. Nothing actually looked obviously wrong, and he seemed to be okay, physically. He didn't think he was panicking, he wasn't sick, so…

"Master Draco can't stop crying," the house elf said in a small voice, and he looked back at her. She was pulling down her ears. "For hours, if it goes away it comes back."

He looked around again, running his fingers through Draco's hair. Next to his seat, there was tea and chocolate, showing how the house elf had tried to help, and an empty potion; he sniffed the potion bottle and identified a Calming Draught, which had either not helped or worn off, and touching the remains of the tea found it cold. There were nibbles taken out of the chocolate.

Draco had actually tried, he realised. Really tried. He hadn't pushed it down or ignored it, or hidden where no one could find him to try to cover it up. He'd done everything he could think of to make himself feel better. He'd taken the potion, he'd taken the chocolate even though he didn't like to eat, he'd moved to his mother's room where he felt safe for comfort, and when he realised it wasn't getting better, he called for help — for the first time in years. It felt huge.

He sat down on his knees and kissed the top of Draco's head, rubbing his back again. "You're okay." He wished he knew what to do to actually help him, but maybe just being there would be something. "Everything's okay. There's nothing wrong… There's nothing wrong with crying if you need to."

"I can't…"

"That's okay."

He couldn't tell what Draco meant, what he felt he 'couldn't', but maybe it wasn't meant to be anything specific. He was starting to think there wasn't anything specific or rational behind the crying, he was just overwhelmed. Maybe?

Maybe that really was what it was. Since Easter — actually, probably longer, he'd been pulling away since March — he'd been so cold and withdrawn, tightly controlling himself and trying to force his mind and emotions to do what they were supposed to. He'd spent most of Easter break in that damn drawing specifically because bad things happened there and he wanted to prove they didn't have power, instead of giving himself a break and just getting out of here for a little while. Maybe he'd pushed it all down for too long and it just cracked.

He rested his head against Draco's, rubbing his back, just patiently waiting to see if it helped. "Thanks for calling me," he said, voice light and casual. "I was getting really tired of thinking about N.E.W.T.s. It's nice to have a break."

Draco didn't respond to the joking like he hoped, but at least it didn't seem to hurt him. "You said you'd never leave…" he admitted, breath hitching. But at least it was a coherent sentence, so improvement. "I hoped it was true…"

That made him all warm, and he hugged Draco tightly. "Of course. I'll always come if you need help. Or if you call me for any other reason. And probably if you just think it really hard."

Draco's crying did ease up; maybe the tears didn't entirely stop, but he stopped shaking. "Do you feel better, or are you just tired?" Theo wondered, running his hand over his hair. It seemed like it would be physically exhausting to keep crying for ages, not that he'd really know. Draco just shrugged without lifting his face out of his arms, but that was okay.

A little while later, Theo was reminded that the house elf was still around when she spoke up. "Mistress is home," she warned, then disappeared.

"Is this going to be okay?" Theo shifted and tapped his feet together to wake his legs up in case they had to move quickly.

"Yes," Draco said, still without lifting his head.

Narcissa entered the room in another moment. Theo would be hard pressed to say he had ever really seen her show an emotion other than vague disgust, which at least she wasn't showing now, but that meant as far as he could see it was just nothing; he was sure Draco would have told him he was wrong and exactly what she was feeling, but since Theo didn't share whatever weird telepathy allowed Draco and his mother to never have to speak to each other, he was left having to guess. He guessed she was annoyed he was intruding.

He made a report promptly without getting up, staying there in front of Draco with his arm around him. "He called me for help. His heart's okay, though. He's not panicking or anything. It's just some crying." He had an instinct, based on no evidence, that keeping things calm and casual would be good for Draco, so he didn't make a big deal about it. He assumed the house elf had filled her in.

"I see." He couldn't tell much, except maybe he'd been wrong about her being annoyed. There wasn't any sharpness in her voice, anyway. "I'll relieve it," she said, drawing her wand out of her sleeve.

"Wait." Theo stood up quickly on his knees between them and held up his hand. "Maybe that's not the best move. He's already had a Calming Draught and it, what, it all came right back as soon as it wore off, right?" Draco nodded silently into his arms. Theo ran his hand over his hair without thinking about it and looked back up at his mother. "I think maybe he's been suppressing everything for too long, during some really hard times, and now today it just cracked for some reason and had to come out."

"It's the anniversary of the battle," she said.

"Oh, shit, that's right." Not that he hadn't known that, obviously, just hadn't made any connection. But Draco would have been hearing about it from the Prophet, the wireless, any post he got, maybe even his mother — of course that was going to be hard, if it was hard to think about. Draco'd never told him much about the battle, which he was beginning, after Easter, to think probably meant it was a pretty bad memory. He rubbed Draco's back. "Either way, suppressing it's just going to make the same thing happen again. Maybe, just let him feel it?"

She considered, and her eyes moved from him. "Draco?"

Draco was still quiet for a bit. "Maybe he's right," he said after a moment. He took a deep breath and pushed himself up, his head and arms off his knees, and wiped his face with both hands. There were still tears leaking out afterward, but nothing like the sobbing when Theo'd first arrived. He didn't actually look at either of them, probably embarrassed. "I don't know," he said. "I don't know what happened. It was just out of control. Maybe he's right." He wiped his eyes again.

"All right." She slipped her wand back into her sleeve and touched Draco's head lightly, then went back to a different couch. To Theo, that seemed really indifferent, but Draco must have gotten something else from it; he distantly ran his hand through his hair where she'd touched it, then wiped his eyes again and pulled his legs up into the chair, curling up in the corner. He silently dropped his hand down to hold Theo's, so Theo took that as saying he shouldn't go anywhere, and he sat down in front of Draco's chair, rubbing his hand lightly. If Draco's mother noticed, she pretended not to.

#whumptober2023 #no.10 #stranded #“You said you'd never leave.”#fic #harry potter #draco malfoy #draco x theo #theo nott #tolly the house elf #theo caretaker #draco cries #splendidissimus writing

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itskarikara · 1 year

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Draco and Theo. Redrawing the cover of "The Notebook" (art for "the witches")

#draco malfoy #theodore nott #draco x theo #hp fanart #harry potter

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noahjc03 · 7 months

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Summer of Fourth Year

“Hermione Jean Granger, I am talking to you!”

“I’m done understanding mum! You don’t like who I am with magic but magic is a big part of who I am. I am not quitting school so I can become a dentist like you and dad, I’m not going to take over the family business.”

“I am done having this conversation, you are underage Hermione, if we say you’re not going back to that freakshow of a school you’re not going!”

Hermione runs up the stairs to her room, locks the door and begins packing her trunk and a suitcase. Hermione's mum starts banging on the locked door, “Let me in Hermione! When did my little girl decide that she no longer needs her parents? When did you start being ungrateful with what we have tried doing for you.”

“Hermione listened to your mother,” Her father had now joined in trying to get into her room, “We have given you four years, you don’t belong in that world. You need to grow up. You need to go back to school and go to university. That is the end of the discussion.”

“If you are so disappointed in how I am turning out then I apologise but I am a witch, it is who I am. I am made up of magic and if I can’t learn how to control it then it could be dangerous. You used to understand this!”

“You have had four years to learn control and you haven’t had a magical accident in that time. You have learned control now you need to get back to the real world.”

Hermione’s door swung open and her mother came through and walked over to take the trunk away from her daughter. “Let go of it Hermione, you are done. Do you hear me!”

“Let go of my trunk,” Hermione’s magic started to come to her defence, you could see it dancing along her skin, “Mum! Let go! Just let me leave and you’ll never have to see me again.”

Hermione’s dad marched over and grabbed his daughter around the waist and pulled her away. “Hermione, that's enough, we are trying to help you. What are you going to do with your life when you come to the end of the line in that world? You’ll have no real qualifications and you’ll be stuck doing god knows what with your life.”

“LET GO OF ME! LEAVE ME ALONE!” Hermione’s magic released and knocked both her mum and dad away.

“Jean!” Her dad yelled to his wife, he ran over to her and she was bleeding, “What have you done!”

“Dad please, I’m sorry.” Hermione started to walk over to her parents.

“Get away from us!” Her dad looked terrified, “Leave, and don’t ever come back here Hermione. You are not our daughter anymore.”

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fictionismyescapeblog · 1 year

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Day 11 prompt: Stutter

Title: Black & Red

Characters/Ship: Draco/Theo

Rating: T

C/W: None

Black and red, swirling and shifting as he fell. Always black and red.

“Draco!” He jolted upright, heart in his throat, hand clutching his chest, eyes squeezed shut. He couldn’t breathe.

“Ma–ma–make it–stop. Please.” The words wouldn’t come out properly.

Hands pushed him back into the bed, firm lips crashing against his, forcing their owner's presence to take over his mind. To push away the nightmare.

Draco shuddered, allowing Theo to take him away from the war once more.

@microficmay

#draco malfoy #theodore nott #draco x theo #microfic prompt #microficmay2023 #harry potter #hp microfic #microfiction #post battle of hogwarts #nightmare

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daily-hp-shitposts · 10 months

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Theo: I hear you like bad boys

Draco: Yeah but it's not like you know any

#daily hp shitposts #draco malfoy #theodore nott #draco x theo #theo x draco #dreo #i found this beauty in my drafts idk why it qas there since it is perfect #also there are not enough dreo posts so i have returned

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indigo-scarf · 6 months

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For the never have I ever ask game:

Draco/Theo or Draco/Blaise? 👀

The most Draco/Theo I wrote was Blaise looking down on Theodore for having a crush on Draco in Love.

I really wanna write it but: 1 - I need to get over my perfectionistic procrastination, and 2 - I see them both as repressed purebloods, and I struggle to figure out how they'd let their guard down.

I'd like to do a proper "process of falling in love" type of fic for them, but I should probably just start with something smaller to ease the pressure.

I haven't written Draco/Blaise but recently I was considering it mostly just to have them do aesthetic rich people things in Italy. I'm not sure how exactly they'd go from arrogant rivals to lovers, though.

And I would seek inspiration by reading other people's fics, but tbh I'm scared no one will share my vision about their characters.

#dreo #draise #draco malfoy #theodore nott #blaise zabini #draco x theo #draco x blaise #ask game

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draqo-pctter · 7 months

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a year abroad // a dreo drabble

words: 755 | tags: mild angst, happy ending, slight nsfw

Coming home had been harder than Theo had expected. Once he’d stepped foot on the continent, he hadn’t wanted to leave. In the British Isles, one often got the feeling that they were stuck in some sort of bubble. But, once that bubble burst, what else was there to do but keep running as far as his legs could take him?

Standing in front of a plain wooden door in South London while rain soaked through his clothes seemed the right kind of punishment for staying away for so long. It was his first stop on a long apology tour – the apology he knew would be the hardest. The hardest to make and the hardest to forgive.

Finally, the sound of locks being turned and the door moving on its hinges. Draco was even more beautiful than Theo had remembered. Grander, somehow. More befitting of the sharp and angular cut of the Malfoy form.

Theo wanted so many things. Time had erased what it felt like to run his fingers along Draco’s jaw or the exact color of his skin as Theo kissed his neck. Even the memory of Draco’s laughter was a hollow shell of what it had been once.

“Why?”

Such a simple word. And damning. Two unfeeling eyes stared back at him from the safety of a warmly lit foyer. Would those eyes forgive him?

“I needed to.” There was no point in lying. “I needed to know what else was out there for me.”

Draco scoffed, and the sound of it made the rain feel like ice.

“Am I supposed to pity you for finding anything?” Theo had heard that tone on Draco’s lips once before – the night he’d left.

“Draco, please–”

“You don’t know what it was like!” Theo could do nothing as Draco’s composure broke. “When the Ministry took everything away, and all we had was each other. Well, Pansy had Blaise. I had nothing.”

His words hit exactly where Draco intended.

“You could have come with me–”

“I didn’t want to leave.” Three years and his protest hadn’t changed. “How could I possibly leave a place I almost destroyed?”

Theo bit back his old argument – that Draco’s reasoning was the exact reason he should have left with him. He couldn’t heal in a place where he’d gone through so much. At least Theo couldn’t.

“I thought about you every day.” Another truth. “And I always intended to come back.”

“You said you’d be gone a year.” Theo thought of the owl he’d never responded to – the one sent when he’d been gone a year and four months. The last owl he’d gotten. “And then you vanished. I don’t care if you thought about me every minute. You left me.”

Theo shouldn’t have kissed him. Nothing in Draco’s words suggested it would be welcome. But, when his voice broke on the word left, it snapped the last bits of restraint. Draco let him step through the door, Theo’s hands on his cheeks and pressing him against the wall. When he kissed Theo back, his mind spun.

“I’m sorry.” Still, he didn’t stop. Draco closed the door with a quick shove, then he grabbed at Theo’s jacket like he might disappear if he didn’t hold on.

“You should have stayed.”

He would argue about it later. Right then, he teased Draco’s mouth with his tongue and groaned when he gave Theo what he wanted.

“Let me make it up to you.”

With one last nip at Draco’s bottom lip, Theo began to kiss along his jaw to his throat while a hand traveled down the front of his shirt. The muscles he found were more defined than when he’d left as if Draco had begun making an effort to stay in shape.

“You haven’t changed.”

Draco made little effort to hide the breathlessness of his words. Theo’s hand found the waistband of his slacks, and he toyed idly with the button. The shape of Draco’s cock, already hard, tempted him in ways no other sight could.

“Have you changed?” Theo scraped his teeth along the spot where Draco’s pulse beat the hardest. It earned him a moan as Draco’s hips bucked toward his instinctively.

“Haven’t I?”

There was something in the look on Draco’s face that sent a thrill running down Theo’s spine. He pulled away to stare into Draco’s eyes for a few moments, soaking in the sight of his flushed cheeks and the sweat dotting his hairline.

“Let’s find out,” Theo whispered as he dropped to his knees.

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