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gracexthoughts · 29 days

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of violent delights chapter 4

fall from grace

5 November 1995

Euphemia's POV

The entire school slept in the Great Hall that night and Sirius Black has been all anyone can talk about since then. How he got in, what or who he was after, why he risked it at all, etc. The Fat Lady has been taken down and replaced with Sir Cadogan, an annoying and overzealous knight from the Divination tower, who is continuously changing the passwords in the name of added security. As if that wasn't bad enough, Harry and I are being watched almost constantly. Percy, Fred and George all got letters from Mrs. Weasley instructing them to keep an close eye on us, teachers have been walking with us between classes, pretending to have something they need to discuss with us, and Madam Hooch has been supervising our Quidditch practices.

As an added bonus, the weather has been absolutely dreadful this week, strong winds with a steady, heavy rain, and today was no different. It's two days away from our match on Saturday and Oliver has been pushing us harder than ever. We were all especially miffed today because Slytherin has backed out of the match due to Malfoy's "injured arm" from to his run in with a hippogriff almost a two months ago. We all know Malfoy is faking and Slytherin just doesn't want to risk playing in the rain. Oliver is freaking out because he thinks we aren't prepared to play Hufflepuff but honestly, I don't think it will matter much.

I race down the stairs of the castle to meet Riddle, having just come back from practice completely drenched. I managed enough time to change out of my Quidditch robes and back into my uniform but my hair is still sopping wet, dripping onto my clothes. I turn the corner quickly, running right into Riddle accidently. "Bloody hell, Potter! Sirius Black chasing you?" Riddle teases, a smirk on his face.

"Let's go," I say, ignoring his Black comment. Riddle doesn't move, instead scanning me head to toe.

"What, d'you swim here?" He asks, reaching out to pull a piece of my still wet hair. I smack his hand away, glaring at him.

"No, I had Quidditch practice and its pouring outside. But, of course, you wouldn't know that because your team backed out," I snap, turning on my heel to walk away.

"Oi, don't pin that on me! I'm not the injured one," he retorts, following me. His longer stride allowing him to catch up to me easily.

"Please, we all know he's milking it," I grumble, poking my head into an empty classroom. I turn back to see Riddle with a sour look on his face. "What? No defense to that? No witty comeback?"

"Salazar, what's got your wand in a knot today, princess? Usually I am the one pestering you and you supply the witty comebacks" Riddle levels me with an amused expression, sticking his hands in this pockets.

"Aw you think I'm witty? I'm flattered," I smile sarcastically, placing a hand over my heart, faking being touched, causing him to roll his eyes.

"Can we just get this over with?" Riddle asks, motioning down the hall.

"After you."

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7 November 1996

Mattheo's POV

"Bloody hell, it's miserable out," Theo says as he sits down across from me in the Great Hall, grabbing a piece of toast from the plate between us. "Never been so glad that Malfoy is being a whiny bitch." I snort a laugh.

"Yeah except no one believes him so the Gryffindors think we're just scared to play in the rain," I say, glancing down the table at my cousin with his arm still wrapped in a sling.

"Where'd you pick that up?" Enzo asks, setting his tea cup down.

"Potter."

"You're gossiping with her now?" Elladora asks, a sour look on her face, well even more sour than her face normally is.

"She brought it up," I shrug, taking a sip of my bitter coffee.

"Is that a yes, Mattheo?"

"Ella, don't blame him. He's in looove," Evan teases in a singsong voice. I punch his shoulder hard enough to shut him up and turn back to the food in front of me. Ever since the start of term, my friends have been acting like being forced to be around Potter is going to make me soften to her. Currently, continuing to tolerate her is my main goal.

"Lay off, Elladora. I didn't ask to for this," I snap. She's really starting to get on my nerves lately; always paranoid about me being around Potter like I actually enjoy the time I have to spend with her. I didn't even want to be a stupid prefect in the first place.

"Yeah, Tori didn't either and now she's obsessed with the princess," Ella sneers, her words causing Astoria to recoil.

"Leave me out of this please?"

"Seems to me like you're the obsessed one," I snap at Elladora and hold her gaze, tired of her bitching and whining about things I have no control over. After a tense moment, Elladora pushes her plate away and storms off, flicking her curly black hair over her shoulder as she turns away. Evan whistles next to me and Theo and Enzo suddenly seem very interested in their breakfasts. "Salazar Slytherin, what is her problem lately?"

"Matt, you really cannot be that dense," Astoria chastises in that motherly tone she loves so much.

"Even I know," Enzo mumbles next to me.

''Then enlighten me because her attitude is really starting to piss me off."

"Starting to?" Theo smirks.

'Matt... she's jealous." I scoff, leaning back and shaking my head at Astoria.

"You know what, if you're not going to give me an actual answer then nevermind. C'mon the match is starting soon," I say standing, not wanting to be the subject of conversation anymore.

Before we even make it to the stands, I'm drenched. The green ponchos all the Slytherins are wearing are no match for the torrential downpour surrounding us. Almost nothing stops a Quidditch match though. I watch from the stands as Gryffindor and Hufflepuff struggle through the wind and rain. Both teams slogging through, hardly able to see each other, let alone the other team. Gryffindor is currently 50 points up and, as much as I hate to admit it, Euphemia is mostly responsible. Although if someone doesn't catch the snitch, it won't matter how well any of the others play and in this weather, I have no idea how Potter or Diggory will be able to find the snitch, let alone catch it. As time passes, it gets darker and darker out and hours blend together.

A flash of lighting illuminates the field for a moment and Harry's broom drops a few feet suddenly but it doesn't look like anyone notices as Angelina Johnson scores another goal. Slytherins groan around me in frustration at Gryffindor's lead and I watch as Harry shoots off, his eyes fixed on the snitch. At least, that's what I'm assuming he's after as I can't actually see the snitch myself.

"Bloody hell, I don't even care if Gryffindor wins as long as it ends this miserable game," Enzo says, straining to see if Harry is going to catch the snitch as he climbs higher and higher on his broom, Diggory flying after him.

Suddenly, the air grows colder than before and the world seems to move in slow motion; a horrible chill spreads deeper in my body than the rain could possibly reach. Fear and anger and sadness leach into my veins as another bolt of lighting flashes and I see dozens of hooded black figures on the field.

"Oi, do you see that?" Theo calls over the wind, pointing down at the figures.

"The dementors!" Enzo yells stunned.

Before anyone has time to react, Harry is plummeting out of the sky. I hear screams coming from the Gryffindor side of the stands and I watch as Euphemia buckles down on her broom, bolting for her brother as fast as she can, her face screwed up in concentration. Just before Harry hits the ground, his sister collides with him, slowing their decent, and the two Potters crash to the ground in a heap of limbs and mud. Multiple flashes of bright white light illuminate the field and send the dementors flying away as the whistle blows, signifying the end of the game. The air stars warming slightly as the dementors retreat, back to the same wet chill as before, fear and anguish leaving as quickly as it came.

Diggory lands, presumably the snitch caught in his hand, a proud smile on his face before he turns to see the Potters laying the on the ground behind him. Player and teachers all rush towards the pair and I see Euphemia sit up, holding her brother, his head in her lap as she looks frantically around for help, her mouth opening in a call that gets lost to the wind. McGonagall conjures a stretcher and one the the Weasley twins pull Euphemia up from the ground, wrapping her arm around their shoulder to help her stay upright as he wobbles slightly.

Diggory converses intensely with Hooch, his teammates standing behind him, emotions ranging from stunned to terrified even though they just won, as Dumbledore levitates Harry up to the stretcher. Euphemia and one of the Weasleys stand right next to it, and they begin to make their way back up towards the castle. And as the rest of Gryffindor team begin to follow their star players, my gut twists in a strange feeling that isn't stemming from the dementors.

A/N: Sorry this chapter is a little shorter than normal. Next chapter should be back to being 2k + and I'm really excited about what I have planned next. Please feel free to comment thoughts, suggestions, or whatever you want. I know I am not the best fiction writer so constructive feedback is always welcome. Thank you so much for reading and I hope you are enjoying it so far!

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gods-graveyard · 5 months

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Im avoiding math homework by worldbuilding- what exactly?

Doing math to figure out the age difference, birth years, and school year of all the named students at Hogwarts.

Aka editing ages to make SENSE timeline wise for what years they will be present/have an impact. My brain hurts.

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newtmas-supremxcy · 3 days

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Soo for those of y'all that have been here a long time you might remember the newtmas hogwarts au fic I wrote. I wanted to let you guys know I will either start writting chapter 2, or start rewriting from the beginning, since I wrote it a long time ago and I have improved since then. but I haven't decided yet I'll probably post it on ao3 before the end of April so stay tuned if your interested i may post the link to the new version/second chapter !

(Btw I added some info about the fic in the tags so if you want you can check them out.)

#slytherin thomas #hufflepuff or gryffindor newt #slytherin minho ofc #gally thr gryffindor #i lowkey kinda want to make thomas and gally siblings #feat. whipped newt oblivious thomas and captain #ava paige and rat man are Thomas's parents #newtmas fic idea #newtmas #possible minally #minally #thomas is a pureblood #newt is a half blood or muggleborn not sure which to choose yet #minho is a pureblood like thomas #minho and thomas being besties with no sense of self preservation #minho calls thomas 'Tom'

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piyangg · 2 years

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Her favorite color is Penny

Yang, Rowan, and Ben were banned for a week in the Three Broomsticks cause they caused a ruckus the day before.

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ya9amicide · 2 years

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look y’all- it’s the founders of hogwarts.

#꩜ rambles !#harry potter #hogwarts #salazar slytherin #godric gryffindor #rowena ravenclaw #helga hufflepuff #slytherin #gryffindor #ravenclaw #hufflepuff #narnia #the lion the witch and the wardrobe #pevensie siblings #edmund pevensie #peter pevensie #susan pevensie #lucy pevensie

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tomtepixiedust · 4 months

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Been lately on a Harry Potter fanfic binge, can't stop it only add to it, anyway

Hermione gets sorted into Slytherin, Draco into Hufflepuff

Chaos ensues when both are completely done with their (not for long) houses and as such join forces (with great effort and lots of mutual disdain) to get a resorting. (Of course for various reasons, Draco not fancying possible disownment - the faint memory of whispers about previous cases in his family giving him shudders - while Hermione got the memo immediately, mugglborn really not welcome, halfbloods already seeming to struggle, got it on the first day, hard not to see shit thrown into your face, got enough experience as a black person back in primary school). Anyway. Lots of bargaining, grumbling, school start and break downs (more on Draco's side, tis little drama queen and not writing letters - he ain't that crazy to break news to his parents cough father cough before resorting -, Hermione taking on a more seething cold rage befitting an scorned 11 year old)

Somehow this translates into near herculean effort put into academics making them the best of the best for the year (well half year, the resorting a work in progress) since veeeery long ("Ya sure they shouldn't have been sorted into ravenclaw" cue in dirty look from Draco). Also as last ditch attempt they try to poison the hat (charms don't work on hat) to get him manipulated enough for him to resort them into their proper houses (ravenclaw and slytherin) so later they can feign ignorance about how the hat must have made a mistake

Bonus: Draco murderous lil badger/duckling/snakeling on quidditch field with Cedric trying for head ruffles

Hermione working through her anger in being put in this shithole without options of transfer getting into very (passive) aggressive intellectual trade offs over boiling cauldron with Professor (mutters incompetent, can't get her resort out of racist snake pit) Snape

(surprisingly no bashing, everyone alive for more chaos, but fear not, Snape despairing and close to heart attack over Hermione's poison attempts on hat, Lily cackling over her besties karma "Hey, you were the one grumbling over the lack of promising students, see now you have one very bright Slytherin to teach")

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niceness6of9gemini · 2 years

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Isaac: Finally; brown sugar and honey.

Isaac: …three times…

(Tonks swilling the cup longer than usual)

Tonks: I’m bored.

Isaac: We barely started the assignment.

Tonks: Yeah but my tea is too hot. Hope that doesn’t affects what your ‘prophecy’ will be about me?

Isaac: Laugh all you want but this info can save us.

Isaac: At least it’s my favorite tea. (Takes sip of the tea) Mmm.

Chiara: I’ll gladly take some once I’m done.

Isaac: Ok I’m done with mine. Tonks tell me what you see pattern-wise?

Tonks: Hmmmmmmm… (glares at empty tea glass with soaked herbs on the bottom intensely)

Isaac: *sigh*

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jacobscursebreakerlilsis · 10 months

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Love how Percy is just there in the background🧍🏼‍♂️

#hogwarts mystery #hphm #harry potter hogwarts mystery #harry potter #hphm mc #slytherin #slytherin mc #jacob's sibling #slytherin pride #slytherin reader #hufflepuff #Gryffindor #ben copper #jae kim #Charlie Weasley #percy weasley

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arielemberbridge · 2 years

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I made a sketch of Sarahi and Barnaby on a date in the courtyard. They're just hanging out and petting puffskiens. @dat-silvers-girl, I hope you like it

#hogwarts mystery #hphm #jacob's sibling #hufflepuff #hphm fanart #barnaby lee #slytherin #sarahi silvers

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unfortunate-arrow · 1 year

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Can I get a meet cute for Brilias? I picture it happening a short time after Elias starts at Hogwarts, so he’s fifth year and she’s third. I’m thinking Brianna just comes up to him since “hey, if we’re getting married we might as well talk ¯_(ツ)_/¯”

13-year-old Brianna O’Rourke steeled her strength, as she crossed the hall to where the dark haired boy was starting to climb the stairs. She’d spent a few days observing him, gaining up the courage to finally introduce herself to him. He was handsome, especially when one of those extremely rare smiles graced his face. He was also generally sullen, and Brianna wanted to make him smile.

“Hello, I’m Brianna O’Rourke,” she said.

“Elias Quintin,” he replied, his brow furrowing.

“I’m your fiancée. My father arranged it.”

Elias’s brow furrowed even further. “I was under the impression that it was my fiancée was the older O’Rourke girl.”

“Nope. Orla’s engaged to Cillian Lynch. I hope you’re not too disappointed. But, I thought I’d introduce myself. There’s no way that my father will rescind the engagement. Cillian Lynch’s father is dead and my father is still insisting that Cillian continues to honor the agreement.”

“Oh.” Brianna winced internally. He looked overwhelmed.

“I’m sorry. I tend to ramble when I’m nervous. I’ve tried to stop it, but I’ve never managed to. My brother says it’s obnoxious, but that could just be Tiernan. He’s obnoxious. And I’m rambling again.”

“It’s alright.” The corner of his lip quirked upwards.

“I’m sorry to ambush you like this, but I’d love to get to know you better, since we’re, you know, going to get married at some point. I’d like to know the person I’m going to marry.”

OCs Featured: Elias Quintin by @amerrymystery

#brilias #brianna x elias #brianna o’rourke #elias quintin #hphl #hogwarts legacy #my writing #my aesthetic #meet cute drabbles #other people’s ocs #my ocs #hope you like it!!#still trying to figure out the o’rourke siblings family situation and if brianna is a hufflepuff or a Slytherin

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magomo · 2 years

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Maybe I’ll stop playing my Hufflepuff account for now, like going on hiatus lols, and actually start focusing on Slytherin Nina 🤔

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yep I should do that since I’m still a 3rd year there 😂 I should at least level up to Year 4

I’m so going to miss Hufflepuff!Nina who’s a Prof Snape simp lmao

#hogwarts mystery #hphm #hphm mc #jacob’s sibling #nikolina lindenbaum #nina lindenbaum #i’m going to miss Hufflepuff Nina #but I should really level up Slytherin Nina #my post #Slytherin MC #Slytherin Nina

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priniya · 5 months

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🌌 TOO MANY NIGHTS

synopsis. theodore nott spent too many nights, smoking and hanging out with matt’s little sister to not make her his girlfriend.

notes. theodore nott x riddle!reader. reader is a hufflepuff! pls, let’s pretend you’re 12 when u get to hogwarts xoxo, just for the plot

theodore nott had always been fascinated by how many differences there were between his best friend mattheo and mattheo’s younger sister. while mattheo wanted to fight anyone, who just scrunched their nose at him, you would rather have your nose broken, so the other person wouldn’t have to go through that pain. while mattheo could be consider as the grumpy (their oldest sibling obviously being the grumpier), you held the tilte of the sunshine.

theo believed it suited you. ever since the three of you were kids, mattheo had his best friend grow protective of you in the same way he had, looking out for you even if you didn’t want it. however, whenever it was nott making your blood boil with some nonsense — you couldn’t get as mad at him as you’d get at your brother. it’s because he’s not my brother, he’s theo, you’d always tell yourself. the truth was that as much as you wanted, you could never be angry with him.

the same thing continued when you started hogwarts. although, you could feel the shifting of your friendship with theo. maybe it all started to happen, because you were growing up, or maybe it was meant to be like that. anyways — you found yourself dreaming of your childhood friend in situations… that made you blush profusely whenever you walked passed him. it was complicating things so much you tried to push it aside, nevertheless to no avail.

“you like him.” a friend of yours joked, when you confessed your thoughts about theo, and… even if gabriela said it in a joking way, you couldn’t help but wonder if she was right.

turns out, she was.

it was all revealed, when another older friend of yours asked you out to the yule ball, and you had to watch theo having fun with daphne greengrass as well as their own group of friends that you weren’t a part of. did it sting? like hell. should’ve you expected it? absolutely. some would say — you should wait for the moment, when he asks you to the ball, but you knew you were just matt’s little sister in his eyes. a mere childhood friend he used to play with when he was younger, though all that ended the second he (and your brother) got his letter, from this moment on theodore nott was a serious, adult man.

few years later, when the slytherins were throwing a party in celebration of mattheo’s eighteen birthday, as his sister, you got an invitation. as much as you loved your brother, you definitely weren’t a big party person — you’d rather spend your time in the smaller group of people, chilling to the muggle music and maybe get high. nonetheless, it was your sibling’s birthday and you wouldn’t hear the end of it if you didn’t show up.

to be fair, matt’s celebration was one of the first slytherin parties you ever attended, and from all the rumors coating its mysterious aura, your expectations were pretty high.

gabriela, the friend of yours, whom you confided in having a small crush on theo, apparently never forgotten that conversation and decided to ‘spice your night a tad’, her exact words. she lent you a fitted, emerald, silky dress that ended slightly above your knee, she did your make up and gave a nose kiss for good luck.

for the first two and a half hour of the party, you couldn’t really catch a glimpse of the boy you were looking for, so your attention were turned towards plan b, which was getting wasted — and maybe meeting someone to get your brother’s best friend off your mind. so as i said, two and a half hour later, you were much more eccentric, bubbly, and definitely more ray of sunshine, caused by the loads of alcohol you put in yourself.

“teddy!” you exclaimed with a grin as you swiftly made your way towards where he was sitting in the corner of the room. a cigarette in his hand, few of his first buttons undone, a smirk lingering on his lips, although it was gone the second he saw you, being replaced with a genuine, but almost unnoticeable smile.

“riddle.” he replied. the corners of his lips went slightly upwards as your hands were wrapped around him, right after you plopped down on the couch next to him. “drunk?” theo asked, his head tilted to the side to get a better view of your flushed face.

“never.” a giggle slipped past your lips. you leaned more on him, serving him another one of your charming beams. “can i have a hypothetical question?”

“hypothetical?” he echoed your words, suppressing a laugh in attempt to not hurt your drunken feelings. “sure, riddle. go on.” nott added upon seing you nod your head.

“could you give me one of your cigarettes?” you grinned once again, putting all effort into a pleading puppy expression you thought you’ve mastered. his answers made you uncertain about your manipulation/daddy’s girl skills.

once again, theodore fought back a chuckle, putting on a teasing smirk. “no.”

“teddy!”

“what? wasn’t it hypothetical?” he snickered, watching you groan theatrically, lowering yourself on the green sofa. it took him a moment to ease your needs and pull out a package of muggle cigarettes that made you raise your eyebrow in curiosity at him. “they’re the best, believe me.” he mumbled with a cigarette in between his lips.

soon after, he tugged you closer after having looked around to see if mattheo was out of sight. as soon as his nerves were settled and your brother was nowhere to be found, theo’s fingers were wrapped around the lighter he bought in second year. the asshole he was, it felt like he was lighting it up for so long you were about to turn eighty. his gaze was instantly focused on your eyes. butterflies were slowly erupting in your stomach with each second he slacked off to light it.

somehow, you two parted your ways few minutes later, ending the sparkling moment between you two with a quick and rash kiss on nott’s cheek, a little too close to his lips for your brother’s liking, too far for yours.

although, the separation didn’t last too long. at least for him, because, when you met him again, you were drunk out of your mind, giggling at every single word someone said to you. good thing theo’s gut feeling told him to look after you.

you were stumbling over your own feet, stuttering at easiest words until you finally landed in paradise— or just his arms. accidentally, but you could cross it out from your checklist, not that you had one.

“hiya.” a soft smile made its way onto your face as he tightened the grip on your waist, not because you smiled so charmingly at him, but also because some older dudes that occupied his previous spot was busy undressing you with their eyes.

if you weren’t mattheo’s little sister, he’d probably try to get you to agree to have a quick round in his round, hell — maybe not even that quick, he could spend an entire night with a girl like you. unfortunately, the reality was different. he could never take an advantage of you, you were too… you and theodore nott liked that too much to just… ruin it.

“what’re you doing?” you asked, frowning as he picked you up and turned towards the staircase. “teddy– put me down, please.” the words left your lips in a slurred manner, but theodore didn’t budge, not even once.

the teenager obeyed your request the moment he walked through the door to his dormitory that was shared with mattheo. theodore sat you on his bed, his green eyes scanning your face intently, while you stiffled a laughter. as a result, you got a confused expression from him. “what?” he asked.

“you’re so pretty.” a soft mumble left your mouth. it had always been hard to catch theodore nott off guard, mostly because he was an intelligent and cunning person, who always noticed the bigger picture, predict the intentions before someone even opened their mouth, yet you did it. if your mind wasn’t so clouded with alcohol, you’d count it as a small win.

anyway, theo didn’t let your words get too much of a hold on him as he silently continued to undress you. as wrong as it sounds, he was doing you a simple favour — nott wanted to bring you comfort and safety, so he dragged you to his dorm and began unzipping your dress, leaving you in your underwear.

it took the boy all the possible strength he had in himself to control all the urges he just felt. it would be so wrong if he got hard just from the mere sight of the goddess sitting in front of him, with pouty lips and a baffled expression caused by his lack of response to her compliment.

“teddy?” you tried getting his attention once again, involuntarily scrapping off the polish of your nails as your eyes rested on his back, watching him shuffle through his closet to find you a comfortable pyjama.

to be fair, theo absolutely loathed the nickname. teddy reminded him of a child he used to be, a child with a loving mother, who would always call him that exact nickname. it wasn’t too much of a hassle, because no one called him that — until you did and it seemed like you couldn’t get rid of it from your vocabulary. somehow, it never bugged him when you did it. the way ‘teddy’ rolled off your tongue always gave him some sort of warm feeling in his stomach.

“mm?” your brother’s best friend muttered, his back still facing you. seconds later, he’s again in front of you, nudging you yet so slightly, so you put your hands above your head. “what is it, y/n/n?” he used the nickname you haven’t heard in a while, causing a literal war in your abdomen.

“could you kiss me?” for barely a second, his brain stopped functioning. he stopped in his tracks, oversized t–shirt still in his hands, all that until he decided to spare your embarrassment the next day and acted like he didn’t just hear what he heard. he was foolish for thinking that a sight of you almost naked and not getting a hard–on was the worst part of his night. now, theodore’s brain was filled with images of you two making out, and… it’s tough.

wordlessly, he finally put the shirt on you, nudging you afterwards, worry was still vividly lingering on his face as he watched you getting comfortable. “i’ll be right here.” nott murmured, grabbing a pillow, laying down on the floor. theo on one side of his bed, the bucket he brought you in case throwing up on the other.

both of you knew that he could go back downstairs, maybe even hook–up with some girl and spend the night at her dorm, just like mattheo did. nevertheless, he stayed there right with you.

it was further in the night, when you woke up and noticed that he still occupied his spot on the floor next to the bed. a pang of guilt hit you (as well as the pounding in your head) as you stared at his peaceful state.

merlin, theodore faustus nott was today times’ adonis and you felt like you could just spend the rest of the night gawking at how insanely beautiful he was. you could barely resist the urge to run your hand through his dark curls.

“you know i can feel you’re staring, riddle?” theo chuckled with his eyes still closed. shit. at least it was dark enough, so he couldn’t see the blush on your cheeks. “somethin’ bothering you?” he asked, giving you a concerned look.

“sleep on the bed, please?” you pleaded. he was about to refuse, when you continued. “i know you don’t want to kiss me, but it breaks my heart seeing you suffer there, when there’s enough room for two people here.” the words coming out of your mouth are quiet. the embarrassment and absurdity of this whole situation got to you — if you just didn’t ask him to kiss you, he’d probably sleep in the bed with you, but you obviously had to ruin it.

“y/n/n, i want to kiss you.” he said, his tone matching yours. “but i can’t, you know it. mattheo would kill me the second he knew.” theo knew he shouldn’t but the urge was too great to resist, so he placed his hands on your knees, reducing the distance between the two of you.

“matt doesn’t have to know.” a whispers left your lips as you leaned an inch closer, brushing the tip of your nose against theo’s. “teddy, please.” you pleaded, staring at him with urgency in your eyes.

it took theodore half a second to consider his options. he could’ve refused and regret it afterwards, but stay alive or he could’ve just kissed you and maybe get into a heated argument with mattheo. so… a voice in his head said fuck it and kissed you with all those feelings he’s had in him.

you could feel your entire world stop the second his lips fell on yours with urgency and passion. it was all you ever dreamed of, he was the guy who was your last thought before sleep and the first after waking up. a silly, childhood crush that developed over the years into… something you couldn’t describe. theodore nott had you wrapped around his finger without even knowing it — if he asked you to jump into a fire pit for a longing glance, you wouldn’t think about it twice and jump.

your fingers were tangled in his curls as he, without breaking the kiss, leaned more towards you, until your back hit the fabric of his sheets. to be completely honest, you felt like your stomach was about to be ripped apart just from the proximity between the two of you.

the kiss lasted way longer than you expected. it could’ve been hours, but you could never been sure. his lips were just inches apart, when he pulled away yet so slighty, letting out a groan as you nudged the tip of your nose again his.

“you don’t even know how much i wanted to do that.” his words were quiet. “matt will kill me, won’t he?” a low chuckle espaced his throat qs you let out a groan in response.

“could you stop mentioning my brother and just kiss me, nott?”

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