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Dark Paradise || Theodore Nott

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07. Hidden Diseres

This chapter has content for adults! The next morning, during breakfast, Dumbledore gave a brief speech about the last few months of classes and the magic of the end of the year. Y/N thought it was exaggerated, considering that they would still have classes after the new year, after all, they would only be out of school for a few days, at least those who had families.

Draco was a rag, he didn't even seem to have slept the night before. Earlier that morning, Y/N went to his brother's room to disguise the evident dark circles and tiredness with potions.

- Where did you spend the night? - Y/N whispered to his brother sitting next to him at the big table, since he was not in a position to talk to when they were still in the room.

- It's a long story, believe me. - the boy replied during a yap, and parallel to that, a last student enters the big hall.

Astoria was radiant, she couldn't stop smiling when she sat next to her sister. Daphne and Y/N immediately looked at each other, wondered from the look if this would be possible. Draco always implied that he would never relate to the younger Greengrass.

Theodore was as tired as Draco, the boy had slept, but certainly the amount of drink ingested the night before began to have a reverse effect on his body, his body looked broken, his mouth was more dead and his eyes more sensitive than ever.

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On the Hogwarts express, on the temporary return home, a part of the friends were in a cabin. Generally, the Elite Slytherin cabin was noisy, but not today.

- Wow, you guys are horrible! - Pansy exclaims when she sees Theodore and Draco. - I think it's better to cover these marks, your father is not the type who will laugh at it. - She was referring to the marks Draco had on his neck, which due to its color, seemed even more prominent.

- I've already tried to cover it, but it keeps coming out. - Y/N snorts picking up more makeup in the bag. - You should do the same Theodore, it looks like you were strangled. For Merlin, control yourself next time. - For a moment, Y/N managed to pretend indifference to Nott, that's because she was so angry with Draco that she masked her true frustration for knowing who had done that in Theodore.

- You should come with us, Theo. His father is no longer very receptive to those who have signs of a hangover. - Mattheo said with a silly smile on his face, he was right, Theodore used to spend the night before Christmas at Malfoy Mansion, since every year the family gave a huge dinner with his father and other members of the witch elite. But I wanted to avoid Y/N as much as possible now, his attraction to her last night had warned him about how needy he feels for her. Theodore decided not to answer Riddle's question, hoping that they would no longer touch on the subject.

- Raise your face. - Y/N orders very close to him, she had a makeup brush in one hand and a mixture of shades of concealer in the other. - Matt is right, if you are going to go back to your house, it is better to disguise it. - At this point, Theodore already had his face up, while she spread the liquid of her tone on her stained skin. - As yours are less visible, I believe that only a light massage on the spot will solve. You can also put ice packs, this helps to disappear faster.

- You know too much about it. - Blaise jokes.

- And you should all thank me for that. - Y/N seemed serious, Theodore could smell her perfume at this distance, the air that came out of her beat gently against Nott's skin, who felt shocks every time it happened.

- Thank you. - Theodore said quietly when she walked away, signaling that she was ready.

- The makeup won't last until tomorrow's dinner, so treat it today. - Malfoy looked harsher than usual. Pansy and Blaise understood, having to cover marks that someone else left on the boy you're in love with shouldn't be really pleasant.

Y/N and Theodore were silent throughout the trip, she reading a book and he wandering his eyes on her face looking for any attention she could give, but no movement happened.

When they get off the train, Y/N silently regrets seeing Nott getting into the black car and his driver closing the door. She felt bad because she knew how cruel Theodore's father could be since his mother's death, and how he would be alone in that huge place. Theodore envied them in this aspect, even though Mattheo did not have the most loving family in the world, he was always in the company of the Malfoys during prolonged holidays, and even if Lúcios and Narcisa were not very affectionate with Riddle, he would still have the company of Draco and Y/N.

- Come on, Y/N. - Draco calls already from inside his car, Y/N enters and waits for the door to close while he feels his chest tighten.

Even if she denied it in her consciousness, her feeling for Theodore was real, and all this concern for his well-being and the anxiety of seeing him the next day were symptoms of what she was really feeling. Another thing that became more evident to her about her feelings was the fact that she felt a spark of chest pain the night before when she saw him with Laila. Y/N knew herself enough to know that this was not common for her, so she, who has never felt a shred of jealousy whether she is from Pucey or any other boy with whom she has already been related.

- Don't you think Y/N? - Mattheo takes her out of her sentimental daydreams.

- Excuse me?

- Your brother gave the idea for us to spend the New Year at one of these parties in London, what do you think? - Mattheo seemed excited and Draco didn't even look like that dead alive from earlier.

- Whatever.

If she were sincere, she would have said that she did not hear a word of what Riddle said, even if she looked at him, her mind wandered somewhere else, someone else.

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The arrival at home was silent, there seemed to be no one, they were greeted only by the domestic elf and the noise of their steps on the stairs. Y/N spent the rest of the day in his room, the day was cloudy and cold, too melancholic to socialize with whoever it was.

It was already late when she was reading some book in her bed, the lines of the story were more explicit with every letter, the sheets and duvets that covered her legs had already come out due to a sudden heat. The story seemed too interesting for her now, who decided to simply ignore her sensations and try to sleep.

Y/N really tried, but the sparks had already invaded his mind and his dreams. In a small nap, a brief dream happens.

Y/N saw the ceiling of any Hogwarts classroom, his back arched on the table on which a teacher usually settled. The feeling in the middle of his legs was wonderful, they made low moans come out of his bitten lips.

The uniform was messy, buttons open and the skirt was raised, the legs were bent and open, the handshake on the thighs of Y/N, forcing them to stay open to him, were so strong and tight that it left reddish marks.

As he lowered his eyes further, he saw Theodore's lascivious look, kneeling at her and worshipping her with his mouth. As soon as he realized that she was close to her limit, Theodore gets up and drags his mouth to Y/N's neck, leaving marks all over her trunk. The feeling of feeling him invade his body and stretch his walls was like being in the clouds, and he didn't seem to feel sorry for her not being used to him, and that was so aggressively good.

- You're so good, aren't you dear? - Y/N didn't even hear what he said when he came across those eyes again, his soul entering as he made her get closer and closer. - So good dreaming of me fucking you.

The last sentence made her freeze, and Y/N immediately woke up. The chest going up and down, panting, frightened by his own dream, but still sleepy. She moved around and felt the slide of her soaked intimacy at this point. With her eyes still closed and with the image of her dream in mind, she goes down one hand to the shorts of her pajamas, moves her panties away and starts a light pressure on her clitoris.

The legs opening automatically, the other hand squeezing the sheets and the lips letting out low moans in response to the sensations. She decides to provoke herself and goes down her fingers to her entrance, entering with two of them herself.

His skin shivered and his spine arched. A sly smile appeared on his face when he imagined that his fingers were Theodore's, even though his were longer and reached deeper places in it. The back and forth movements frustrated her because it was not he who made them, so the fingers crawl out again, forming a thread of the liquid that flowed.

He massaged the nerve bundle higher up again and his legs began to shake slightly. The breathing was already out of step with the moans mixed with heavy sighs, the skin was goosebumps while the fingers wrapped in the sheets. Y/N imagined Theodore all the time, holding back so as not to moan loudly.

The arching of the back and neck, the head back and the half-open lips were a common sign that she was about to cum.

- Teddy...- let his name slip away and felt his orgasm consume when he imagined, one last time, the moment when Theodore looked at her while his mouth was smeared by her folds. ________________________________________

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Headcannons for when you’re sick??

Their care of you sick || Slytherin boys

Summary: You are sick, but your luck is to have your boyfriend at these times.

Warnings: None, just extremely cute and beautiful.

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Blaise Zabini

• Blaise would ask in detail about his symptoms and, if necessary, seek medical help or use potions for quick and effective diagnosis;

• He would regularly check your temperature and other symptoms, adjusting the care as necessary;

• Blaise would not miss classes, even if he wanted a lot, but he would always go to his dorm to find you out as soon as he could;

• I would always take you with meals;

• I would insist with you to get help from Madame Ponfrey until you accepted;

• He was very worried about you, even if it was just a sore throat;

• If you needed to spend the night in the infirmary, you would wake up with flowers next to your bed, since he could not enter to see her.

Draco Malfoy

• Draco would seek help from the best healers or Potion teachers to ensure that you receive the best possible treatment;

• Using his knowledge in Potions, Draco would provide potions and special treatments to accelerate his recovery;

• Draco is so stubborn that he would cancel any commitment to focus on you;

• He spent the day thinking about how he could accelerate his healing;

• I would buy more books for you if you needed to spend many days at rest;

• I would fight with any student who dared to make noise near where you rested;

• I would try to be as positive as possible with you, even if he worried a lot when his symptoms got worse.

Lorenzo Berkshire

• Lorenzo would maintain a positive and optimistic attitude, encouraging you to rest and recover without haste;

• He would always make you laugh, it was almost as if you weren't sick;

• His presence in his room was constant, so much so that Pansy joked if he had changed dormitory;

• Long games of board games, he would always let you win;

• You liked to read aloud when he was together, because he always maked fun of his novels throughout history;

• He left comments while you read, something you missed when you were reading alone;

• "Honey, this character is useless, I'm sorry.";

• He brought you the class notes, but they were not so complete, he lived with his head in the world of the moon thinking if you were okay with him far away;

• He left a flower under his cup every morning when he took his coffee.

Mattheo Riddle

• He would take care that you have access to light and nutritious foods, perhaps even preparing some special meals for you;

• Would convince the kitchen elves to give you something you like to eat;

• He would ensure that you had privacy and that no one bothered you, creating a quiet environment for your recovery;

• Mattheo would say that you don't have to see class things now, you have to recover;

• "Snape can wait, Y/N.";

• If you had to spend the night in the infirmary he would certainly find a way to be close;

• The way he did was to get into a fight and let his opponent punch him a little;

• He would certainly miss most of the classes, but at his request he would go in some;

• You made him collect class notes with other students even if he was stubborn in not passing you;

• You liked to get distracted during the day, so Mattheo would find a way to arrange different things for you.

Theodore Nott

• Theodore would prepare a comfortable room by adjusting pillows, blankets and temperature to ensure that you are as comfortable as possible;

• You had to tell him to go to class, if not, he would stay with you all day;

• Theodore would spend time by your side, reading to you or just being present, providing a quiet and comforting company;

• Long conversations at night, until you fell asleep next to him;

• His favorite pastime was to have Theodore lying on his bed, with his head on his lap, making a light caress on his hair while laughing at something;

• I would go to your dorm every morning before school;

• I would pay attention to your every move, seeing if you need help;

• I would prepare your baths as relaxing as possible;

• "Amore, which of these pajamas will you want to wear today?";

• If you went to the infirmary, he would insist to death with Ponfrey to spend the night with you;

• You would wake up and see him sleeping completely clumsy in an uncomfortable chair next to his bed.

Tom Riddle

• He would use your contacts and knowledge to ensure that you receive the best possible treatment, consulting the best healers and Potion teachers;

• He would regularly check your temperature and other symptoms, writing everything down in detail to adjust the care as necessary;

• I would ensure that you were not late in class, writing everything down twice and explaining everything that was seen at the end of the day;

• He would go to his dormitory whenever possible, but would still continue his chores;

• Tom would continue to do his usual things, but this time, he would do everything by his side, with his eyes on you;

• If you were stubborn and wanted to leave, Tom would be like a shadow behind you;

• Even though he looked cold, Tom used to stay by your side until you fell asleep, watching how beautiful you look when relaxing on his chest;

• He didn't use to say he loved you, but in cases like this, you always heard him whisper it near his ear, followed by a kiss on the top of his head.

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T.R. || The girl who came from hell

Summary:Tom really thought he was above you, but that ends when you realize that you need to put him in his place. Warnings: Just a little toxic relationship.

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Tom's interest in you began in the fifth year at Hogwarts. You were almost like a reflection of him: Slytherin, studious and astute, determined to achieve her goals. The difference between you, however, was in the fact that you had the inheritance that mattered: your last name, power, contacts and money, all coming from your family without any effort.

The approach began during a task of Potions. Since then, they have started to walk together and share their plans. Tom, of course, knew that approaching you was advantageous for his ambitions, initially motivated by pure interest. Over time, the interests of both also became carnal, and soon you were a couple. But make no mistake, you were not naive, maybe you knew Tom better than anyone at Hogwarts and understood the meaning of all that, but you wouldn't mind as long as you had control over it.

His father, however, hated this union at the beginning. Tom didn't have the pure blood so valued by his family, he didn't have the money or an influential family. However, Tom's charm, combined with his ability to persuade, ended up changing the man's opinion. This gave Riddle a renewed confidence, leading him to be possessive with you, in an attempt to ensure that only he could enjoy the prestige and power that his relationship provided.

However, the fact that they are similar in everything, including this, was what made them get closer and fall in love, in the most toxic sense of the word. You thought he saw you as an equal, who respected you in the same way, but you were wrong, and came to discover it in a disgusting way.

You began to notice the way some girls looked at Riddle, and he, being a man, could barely disguise his interactions in his eyes even more attentive, who saw every look given by him to the body of another, every disappearance during the day. It wasn't frequent, but it was remarkable. And today, you expected to put him in his place finally, already possessed with the way you heard a girl bragging about him in the bathroom.

For you, it was fun to provoke him from time to time, flirt with another boy and make him angry with anger. But never, ever, have they gone from silly flirts. You believed that they should be loyal to each other, after all, they had much bigger plans and if they couldn't trust each other, none of that would make sense. Tom, on the other hand, thought he used you, that he had you in the palm of his hand. You were beautiful, and your family definitely helped you in many ways, but he never really took you seriously. Tom needed to think like that, he needed it because that way he would be someone.

And then, in that fateful afternoon, when, when passing through one of the empty classrooms looking for him, you saw, through the small slit of the door, the image of an ordinary student kneeling in front of Riddle, who in turn had her belt and pants open.

His eyes were not filled with tears, but with a deep hatred that was born there. You liked the possessiveness and it was definitely not like that with him, a strange and somewhat sickly relationship that you simply liked, it was almost like a cat and mouse hunt. But maybe I had to bring limits to this game now, maybe Tom didn't really know you as you imagined.

Your heels took you to the interior of the classroom, the shoes echoing on the stone floor, scaring the two present. The girl quickly moved away from Tom, who dressed calmly and waved for her to leave.

Tom's face remained neutral, without any blush or expression of regret.

- It's not the first time this has happened, is it? - His face had a sarcastic smile on his face, frighteningly quiet.

- No. - He replied simply, approaching you slowly, with his hands in his pockets. - I thought you didn't mind, honey. Aren't you the one who keeps flirting with other boys? - Tom smiled slightly, provoking a penetrating look coming from you.

- I've never had sex with any of them. - You paused, holding Tom's hand and pulling him out of the room on a slow walk. - But I'm curious, aren't you satisfied with me, Tommy? - A false sadness dyed your words as you stared at him in the hallway when you were stopped by him.

- Of course I am, dear. You shouldn't have seen that. I'm sorry. - Tom rolled his eyes internally, irritated by the amount of questions, but excellent at lying, saying what he thought you would like to hear to finally get rid of his visible and exaggerated drama.

- That's good, love. But spare me your empty excuses, Tommy, I don't like them lying to me. - Your body approached, still holding your boyfriend's hand and with a gentle smile, continuing your speech. - Just be careful that I don't get tired of you. You wouldn't want that.

His false kindness made Tom's face squirm in fury. He hated being threatened and would not accept being challenged in that way, especially coming from someone he believed to have full control.

- Come on, Tom. We know that you need me more than I need you. That's no secret to anyone, love. - You kissed him on the cheek, running your hands around his neck, watching as a spark of hatred appeared in your eyes.

Those who saw it from the outside could swear that you were swearing your love to each other, given the soft touches and false, but extremely convincing smiles, that you directed to him.

- I don't need to... - Tom started, but his voice interrupted him quickly.

- Yes, you need to. After all, what are you without me, Tommy? Nothing... - You digred. - You don't have the blood, you don't have the money, you don't have the power, nothing. You're nothing but me, dear. And it annoys me to have to say that, but I see that you still don't understand.

Tom felt a whirlwind of conflicting emotions within himself. He, who had always been proud of being undisturbed and cold, now found himself trapped in a network of feelings that he could not control. The wounded pride and anger mixed with a new and disconcerting feeling: insecurity. Never before had anyone challenged his authority and exposed his vulnerability in this way.

As his words echoed in his mind, he felt the control over the situation slip through his fingers. The certainty of his superiority seemed to fall apart, replaced by a painful realization of his dependence on you. He needed you more than he was willing to admit, and that consumed him from the inside out.

- Do you really think you can threaten me like this? - He murmured, his voice loaded with a contained poison as he squeezed one of his arms, taking you to the dark side of the hallway. - You think you know me so well, but you have no idea what I'm capable of doing.

- I'm not threatening you, Tommy. I'm just making it clear how much you need me. - Your voice came out with coldness and a still feigned kindness making him even more angry, his eyes fixed on his, challenging him to deny the truth.

Tom felt the anger boil, but at the same time, a part of him recognized the veracity in the words you said. He couldn't stand the idea of being seen as weak, but there, in front of you, his invulnerability mask was about to fall.

- You may be right. - He admitted with great reluctance, his lips contracting in a fine line. - But never forget, Y/N, that I also know how to play this game. And I don't intend to lose.

You smiled, a smile that mixed triumph and compassion.

- I never expected you to lose, love. I just want you to realize that this game is not just yours. And maybe, if you allow yourself, we can play together. - Your body is released from the grip, depositing a kiss on Tom's lips, feeling all the cold and anger that echoed from him. - Just don't forget that. - You add with a serious face, but soon forming a smile.

With these words, you turned around, leaving Tom alone in the hallway, wrapped in his own reflections and conflicts. He knew that, as much as he hated to admit it, you were the only one who could challenge and balance your world. And, deep down, maybe that's exactly what he needed.

Tom stood there for a moment, watching you move away with decisive steps. His gaze followed every movement of his body as he disappeared in the darkness of the corridor. The discussion had left a bitter taste in his mouth, a mixture of resentment and a strange intensity of desire.

He would never admit it out loud, but the way you challenged him, the way you messed with him, aroused something deep inside Tom. It was as if every confrontation, every exchange of words was a spark that lit the fire he tried to keep under control.

As he revived his words in his mind, Tom felt a mixture of frustration and a growing admiration for his cunning. You knew exactly how to press the right buttons, how to put it against the wall and make it question your own strength and control.

A sigh escaped from his lips as he ran his hand through his hair, trying to lighten the tumultuous thoughts. I couldn't deny that there was something magnetic in you, something that attracted and irritated you at the same time. But love, in the traditional sense, seemed like an unknown and unattainable territory for both. Their lives were dominated by ambitious goals, by the incessant search for power and control, which often shocked and drove them away.

Riddle saw the desire grow within him, not only for his body, but also for the sharp mind and the ambitious goals they shared. It was an attraction based on a kind of admiration, in the tacit understanding of each other's ambitions.

With a resigned sigh, Tom began to walk in the opposite direction to his. It was not the time to surrender to physical desire or to get lost in the traps of possessiveness. It was time to find a way that would take you away from the reins you controlled.

Maybe that moment served you in some way, Tom was starting to see her closer to his own pedestal. However, he wouldn't admit any of that out loud and much less mentally. At that moment he had two conflicting feelings: an absurd desire to get you out of the way or simply nestle in your body, a moment when only he had control, even if this control was consented by you.

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Dark Paradise | Theodore Nott

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03. Boy, you wanna come to my motel, honey?

– I didn't know you came here too. – Y/N glanced at the boy who had just arrived at the astronomy tower.

– Theo! – she turned quickly and gave a slight smile – Hi...

– Did something happen? – the boy approached the parapet and Y/N, taking a pack of cigarettes out of his pants pocket and offering her one.

– Well, yes. – Y/N took a cigarette, and Nott lit it for her – Thank you. – she smiled slightly, and after taking a drag, she continued – But I don't want to bother you with my problems.

The cigarette warmed their lungs amidst the snow and cold wind that blew against their faces. Y/N leaned her hips against the railing as she watched the darkness of the night cover the entire area of the magic school. Theodore still observed each of her expressions, even with the dim light.

– You would never bother me, Y/N. – Theodore spoke little but seemed to say so much at the same time.

– Well, I received a letter from home, and it said that Draco and I should stay together more and prepare for a big event soon. – Y/N took a deep breath and caught Nott's green eyes again – You will probably receive something like that soon too, my father mentioned your family in the letter.

– Actually, I already received it. – Theo exhaled smoke – And I imagine your father also instructed you not to tell anyone, right?

– I already broke the only rule I had. – Y/N laughed, and consequently, Theo did too, crossing his arms in an attempt to warm up more – But I won't tell Draco now, he gets completely tense just by receiving a letter from home. I thought of letting him enjoy the ball first. Do you think that's a bad idea? – Theodore looked her in the eyes, a little surprised that she was indirectly asking him for advice. Until a few days ago, they hardly talked.

– It's not bad. – Y/N began to tremble slightly from staring into Nott's eyes for so long. During those seconds, she traveled across his face and got paralyzed by his eyes again; they seemed to draw all her attention all the time – But you should enjoy it too, you don't have to carry this alone. – His voice pulled her back to reality, and Y/N realized they had been staring at each other like that for a long time.

– Of course, you're right. – She took a final drag of the cigarette and crushed it with the sole of her shoe. She seemed a little nervous now, crossing her arms and turning towards the castle and deciding to change the subject. She wanted to leave out of embarrassment, but something kept her there – Do you come here often? I mean, to smoke or something?

– Not always, just... – Theodore adjusted himself like her, also feeling the tension in the conversation – Just when I want to be alone... – Y/N let him finish.

– Alone with someone? – she raised her eyebrows in insinuation; somehow, that question bothered her a bit.

– What? – he asked, confused.

– Sorry, it's just that Draco said he usually brings girls here, I thought it was common among Slytherins. – Theodore seemed slightly irritated by her judgment.

– Why? Did Pucey use to bring you here? – Theodore had a more serious look than usual as he threw the cigarette on the ground and stomped it. Y/N looked at him indignantly at his audacity to mention their housemate.

– What's with you? – Y/N stepped away from the railing and faced him. But before he could respond, someone appeared.

– Theo, punctual as always! – Laila, a girl from Hufflepuff, stepped outside the tower and took a few steps. The girl had shoulder-length hair with some curls falling on them. She was far from ugly, but she was extremely cheerful for Y/N's taste – Am I interrupting something?

– No! – both responded in unison – Well, it seems I wasn't wrong after all. – Y/N murmured so only Theodore could hear and then turned to leave. The girl watched Y/N with curiosity and then turned to Theodore.

Y/N had a closed face as she crossed the common room heading towards her dormitory. She entered abruptly, slamming the door, grabbing some clothes from the wardrobe, and heading for the shower. Daphne and Pansy exchanged slightly wide-eyed glances; Y/N didn't even notice they were there, just getting lost in her own thoughts. But thanks to the long shower, she was able to relax and come back to herself. Y/N left the bathroom with two pairs of eyes directed at her in curiosity.

– Y/N? – Pansy called.

– Yes? – Y/N responded without taking her eyes off the mirror while spreading some cream on her face.

– Are you okay? – Daphne continued – You came in like a hurricane and now seem completely normal.

– Well, I was just tense, but I'm better now. – She turned to her friends with a smile – Shall we go to dinner?

The two friends looked at each other strangely but decided not to insist. However, the atmosphere at dinner was somewhat strange; Y/N and Theodore were completely aloof from the conversation, and every time their eyes met, jaws tightened, and eyes narrowed slightly. Pansy and Mattheo were certainly the most observant, things never seemed to escape their notice.

– What do you think is going on? – Mattheo whispered to Pansy, hoping no one else would hear.

– Y/N hasn't told us anything yet. And Theo? – Pansy asked, biting back her curiosity.

– Nothing yet. – He took a deep breath and returned to talking with Draco and Blaise, but Pansy still kept her attention on both.

[...]

Y/N resumed talking to Nott normally in the following days, at least, it seemed that way. Theodore was confused but thought it best not to try to change it. What had happened, in reality, was that Y/N had thought about it, and she wasn't naive; Theodore had never cared so much about her until that moment. And generally, when a boy cares too much, it means something. After all, even Y/N's own brother didn't care as much.

Mattheo and Pansy came up with theories, but nothing seemed to come close to reality. Now, on the day of the ball, the boys waited for their dates in their respective common rooms. In Y/N's dormitory, Daphne and Pansy's room was chaotic. They were as impeccable as always, but the room was definitely not the same as it had been at the beginning of the night.

Y/N wore a long satin dress with a slit showing her right leg. The fabric was well-structured on the torso, the straight neckline revealing nothing more than necessary, and the sleeves fell off the shoulders. Its color was the most impressive, a shimmering gold, with a delicate necklace adorned with diamonds decorating her neck and a bracelet of the same design on her wrist. Her hair fell on her shoulders in soft waves, in a half-up hairstyle.

– You look so beautiful. – Y/N said, hugging her friends one last time before leaving – Please, behave tonight! – she warned.

– Okay, mom. – Daphne ironized, and they all laughed.

They descended the stairs while laughing at an inside joke they had, and Theodore's eyes lifted to see Y/N coming down the stairs. It seemed silly, everything went into slow motion for a moment, but he quickly returned to reality as she approached.

– You look beautiful, Y/N.

– Thank you, Theo. – she smiled, and he felt relieved that she called him by his nickname again – You also look very handsome. Shall we?

They linked arms and left in the company of Pansy and Blaise, who were going together. As they entered the Great Hall, they positioned themselves to create a corridor for the Triwizard Tournament participants to pass through. On the other side of the corridor, Weasley was looking at Y/N; she hadn't even noticed his presence, but Theodore had. He stared at the boy for a few seconds and let out a derisive nasal laugh.

– Oh, Merlin! – Pansy exclaimed from the other side of Theodore. The attention of the four friends turned to Daphne walking arm-in-arm with Cedric Diggory.

– So that was the mysterious date. – Y/N responded, smiling in shock.

Some time later, the pairs were guided to the slow dance floor. Y/N felt light electric shocks as Theodore held her waist and touched her hand; their faces had never been so close, their eyes always focused on each other. Y/N couldn’t help but glance at Nott’s mouth now and then, which didn’t go unnoticed by him, who was also doing the same.

– I wanted to apologize for that night at the tower. I was too nosy, sorry. – And then he is forced out of his daydreams about her.

– I should be the one apologizing, Y/N. I shouldn’t have treated you that way. – The fact that he spoke without taking his eyes off hers made Y/N’s chest catch fire. She swallowed hard as she felt her breath falter for a moment.

And then the music stopped, forcing them to sit at a table. During the conversation with the other friends present, the tension between them was noticeable. Theodore was close to Y/N; she could feel his arm on the back of her chair, lightly stroking her left shoulder, which tingled under his warm hand.

His scent invaded her body without asking permission; Y/N didn’t know if it was the effect of the FireWhisky Draco had poured into everyone’s glasses while the teachers weren’t looking, but she was starting to feel her body heat up.

She avoided looking to the side because whenever she did, he was admiring her with those deeply beautiful eyes, making Y/N more unsettled. She called Pansy to dance now that the music was more upbeat. Y/N thought it would be a great escape, but it proved a terrible idea when Pansy spilled the reddish liquid from her glass all over the front of Y/N’s dress.

Theodore looked shocked at Y/N, who quickly walked ahead while Pansy seemed to beg to help her, and then the situation became clearer.

– Let me try to clean it, come on. – Pansy said one last time as they approached the table.

– I think you’ve done enough, Pansy. It’s fine! – Y/N didn’t seem overly angry; the situation was useful to get away from Theodore and think without the influence of hormones. – Well, the party is over for me. I’m going to change. You should stay, Theodore. Laila was looking for you. – the last part she said a bit more irritated.

– No, I’m going with you. – He promptly got up and followed Y/N through the corridors.

The walk was silent; the tension was palpable at that moment, but it was ignored as much as possible. They headed to Y/N’s dormitory; after all, she wouldn’t be able to open the dress alone.

– Here. – She said, opening one of the doors in the corridor. Theodore was overwhelmed by the sweet smell of perfume and the mess of clothes, shoes, makeup, and other things scattered around. – Do you mind unzipping it, please? – Both hesitated for a moment, but he soon did it.

A few times, their skin touched as the zipper was opened, causing both to let out a heavy breath. Y/N held the front of the dress while grabbing a black pajama from the bed and heading to the bathroom.

Theodore just waited while his eyes wandered around Y/N’s bed; his breath stopped for a few seconds when he noticed a black lace bra thrown over other clothes. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen that piece before, but it was different now; he felt guilty for trying to imagine how that piece looked on Y/N’s body.

– Everything okay? – the girl’s voice caught Nott’s attention, making him turn to her again. He quickly scanned her body with his eyes but then focused again.

– Yes.

– Don’t you want to go back to the party? – She approached the mirror and removed her accessories. – Laila asked about you while we were dancing.

– I don’t want to go back, Y/N. – Y/N chuckled lightly and felt relieved to know.

– That’s good. – Y/N let slip.

– That’s good? – Theodore smiled smugly. Y/N turned to him, a little nervous about the situation.

– Yes, I actually like your company. – She smiled, which only widened the boy’s smile even more.

– Oh, you like it? – Nott stepped a bit closer, and the tension grew heavier. Their eyes were back on each other’s lips again. Y/N didn’t know why, but she decided to let him get closer. She slightly raised her chin to reach him, and Theodore brought his hand to her face, tucking a strand of hair behind her shoulder.

The proximity allowed them to feel each other’s breath. Theodore seemed mesmerized by Y/N’s face as if she was silently calling him, and she was. He brought his warm hand back to her face and used his thumb to gently caress her lower lip, soft and reddened by the little makeup she wore. And then, in a quick move, Y/N decided to end all the torture and closed the small gap between them. They felt as if their mouths fit perfectly with each other.

The kiss was delicate, almost passionate, but quickly became more desperate. The girl’s hands tangled in the taller boy’s hair, who, in turn, lowered his hands to her waist, pulling her as close as he could. Y/N was gradually pushed towards the dresser behind her. Feeling the furniture hit her body, Theodore promptly picked her up, sitting her on top of the piece of furniture. Perfume bottles, makeup, and other objects fell to the floor with the impact of their bodies hitting the small table.

Words didn’t need to be said; their actions spoke for themselves. Y/N pushed the jacket off his shoulders and then clumsily tried to unbutton his shirt. Theo moved his open-mouth kisses to the girl’s neck, who sighed at the contact of his mouth on her skin; his hands traveled under Y/N’s pajama top, gripping her waist more firmly. Theodore was intoxicated by her and had no intention of stopping, and it could be said that Y/N felt the same way.

– Theo… – Y/N murmured, and he just smiled against her skin. She stopped her movements on his shirt, trying to push him away. – Theodore! – She said louder, making him pull away from her body.

– Everything okay? – he asked, confused, while receiving a look from Y/N pointing to the door. – Shit. – he looked away from his friends, and Y/N quickly got down from where she was, straightening her clothes.

It was Pansy and Blaise beside her, both with mischievous smiles and jaws dropped. Apparently, her friend had forgotten that Y/N had returned to the room and intended to use it with her companion.

– Looks like we weren’t the only ones with that idea. – Blaise said with a mischievous smile while Pansy was still in shock.

– I knew something was going on. – Pansy was euphoric. – Merlin, when Mattheo finds out, he’ll die. – She remembered to tell her gossip partner and amused herself imagining his reaction.

Y/N and Theodore wondered how they were so naive to start that in such an obvious place. Well, but at the moment, it didn’t seem like a bad idea; they would just have to deal with the consequences now, and that would be the hardest part.

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M.R. || SHE’S LIKE ME

Summary: Mattheo seems to have found a version of himself in you. At first, he found it strange, even irritated by the amount of similarities, but then, he felt attracted to you. Warnings: Just a little spicy, nothing more. Requests are open!

This was unusual to happen, or rather, it had never happened before. At least, not so far.

And she was always there, it was nothing new for him to see her in classes, in the corridors or even in his group of friends. Y/N has always been around, and that was the strangest. She definitely wasn't his type, in the physical sense she certainly caught his attention, of course, she was beautiful. But it wasn't the kind of girl he used to have around, after all, Y/N didn't flatter boys to get his attention, she just existed, and that was enough.

The sun that morning seemed to illuminate her face in the most theatrical way ever seen by him. Mattheo could swear that he had never seen her like that. She has always been a classmate, a friend of the house, a constant presence at parties, but never so close to hear what she said to Daphne and Astoria, who laughed on the sofas of the communal.

That afternoon, a decisive game of quidditch was approaching. Mattheo sat on the step before hers in the stands, just observing the few interactions she had with the game. She seemed distant, immersed in thoughts, her hands playing with a lock of hair while her eyes followed the movements in the quidditch field.

The light wind of that afternoon gently caressed Y/N's face, causing some strands of hair to dance gracefully around his face. Mattheo, from her place, could observe every detail, from the way she tilted her head slightly to listen to her friends, to the slight smile that formed on her lips with every funny comment from Daphne and Astoria.

He had never noticed how her laughs were musical, how her eyes shone when she was happy. Mattheo felt something new form inside him, a mixture of curiosity and admiration that he could not control. The noise of the crowd, the sound of the players in the air, everything seemed to dissolve in the background as he continued to observe her, realizing that maybe, just maybe, he was starting to see Y/N in a completely different way.

But then a wave of frustration took over him. He shook his head, trying to ward off those thoughts. After all, Mattheo was the kind of boy who used to ignore the girls after having what he wanted. He could not afford to weaken now, especially by someone like Y/N, who made no effort to gain his attention.

"Don't be an idiot," he murmured to himself, running his hand through his hair in an angry gesture. He tried to convince himself that she was no different, just another normal girl, who would annoy him after anything.

He tried to concentrate on the game, in the screams of the fans around him, but his eyes stubbornly continued to deviate to her. Every smile, every gesture, seemed to pull him back. He scolded himself mentally, remembering the times when other girls had become just passing memories. Why would Y/N be different?

But even with this reprimand, there was a part of him that could not ignore the growing feeling in his chest. A part that wanted to know more, to understand what made her laugh like that, what was going on in her mind when she looked at the horizon with that distant look. And that scared him more than anything else.

The distraction he was looking for came in an unexpected way. A fifth-year boy approached Y/N, sitting next to her with a familiarity that made Mattheo's blood boil. He couldn't hear what they said, but the soft laughs of Y/N and the smiles they exchanged were enough to make him uncomfortable.

"Who the hell is this?" Mattheo thought, trying to convince herself that it didn't matter, that she had every right to talk to whoever she wanted. But every friendly gesture, every look exchanged between them, was like a needle piercing his patience. The boy leaned closer to Y/N, and she smiled, which made Mattheo feel a knot in his stomach.

He looked away, trying to focus on the game again, but it was impossible. The vision of Y/N laughing with another boy chased him, causing a feeling of possessiveness to arise.

- Ridiculous. - He murmured to himself.

Blaise, who was sitting next to Mattheo, noticed his friend's restlessness.

- What is it, Mattheo? It looks like you saw a swallow in broad daylight. - Said Blaise, with an ironic smile.

- It's nothing. - He replied, his voice tense. But Blaise didn't let himself be fooled.

- Oh, I get it. - Blaise followed Mattheo's gaze to Y/N and the boy who was now sitting next to her. - So that's it. Y/N, huh?

- I said it's nothing, Zabini. - Mattheo repeated, but the boy just laughed.

- You're jealous. I never thought I would see the day this would happen. But do you want to know? I think you were only interested in her because she showed no interest in you. - Mattheo looked at Blaise, surprised and angry.

- What are you talking about?

- Come on, Mattheo. You've always had girls running after you. And she's not after your attention, and that drives you crazy. You can't stand not being the center of attention of any girl.

Mattheo opened his mouth to protest, but the words didn't come out. Blaise was right. There was something in the indifference of Y/N that attracted him, something he couldn't fully understand.

- That's ridiculous. - He finally murmured.

- Yes, of course. - Zabini mocks, but Mattheo decided not to answer anymore, after all, there was nothing to be said.

[...]

With the victory of Slytherin, it was clear that there would be a party that night, and that's what Riddle was counting on. He would finally find out if she felt any attraction to him, but hid it very well, or if he was really so desperate about the fact that he didn't have her running after him that he imagined things.

It was evident to him that there was a mutual attraction, but Y/N would never admit or run after him, knowing how he used to be. In her opinion, if it were to run after someone, let it be for someone who could do the same for you.

The party at the Slytherina communal was in full swing. The stone walls echoed with laughter and music, students talked excitedly, and the fireplace cast dancing shadows in the environment. Mattheo was leaning against one of the columns, his eyes wandering around the room as he tried to seem disinterested. He knew Y/N would be there. She was always, but that night, he needed to observe her reactions more carefully.

When Y/N finally came in, the conversation in the room slowed down for a moment. There was an aura of confidence and carelessness around her that highlighted her even more. She smiled as she entered, greeting some friends before heading to the Greengrass.

Mattheo couldn't look away. Every movement of her seemed calculated, every genuine smile. She approached Daphne and Astoria, who immediately pulled her into a conversation circle. Mattheo watched carefully, trying to capture any signal, any look that could indicate his true feelings.

On the other side of the room, Blaise approached his friends, a mischievous smile on his face.

- It looks like we have a new main attraction tonight. - He commented, his eyes shining with fun.

- What are you talking about? - Theo asked, frowning.

Blaise tilted his head in the direction of Mattheo.

- Our dear Riddle here is completely bewitched by Y/N. I never thought I'd see that, but he is.

- Shouldn't you be following Malfoy out there, Zabini? - replied Mattheo, his voice low and full of irritation.

- Relax, Mattheo. - Blaise said, raising his hands in a gesture of peace. - I'm just saying that it's interesting to see you so out of your mind for a girl.

- I'm not out of my mind. - Mattheo replied, trying to keep his composure. - And I don't need your comments, Blaise.

Blaise gave a malicious smile and shrugged.

- All right, as you wish. - Zabini now had a slight tone of challenge in his voice.

Mattheo threw a fulminating look at Blaise, but he knew he was right. Y/N's indifference drove him crazy, but there was more than that. There was something about her that he couldn't ignore, something that attracted him in a way that no other girl had done before.

- So, what's your plan, Mattheo? Keep just watching? - Blaise realized his friend's dilemma and tried to provoke a little more.

Mattheo raised an eyebrow, a confident smile forming on his lips.

- Oh, no, Zabini. I plan to do more than observe. She will be running after me tomorrow, you'll see. I'm going to attract her to my room, and when that happens, she won't be able to get me out of her head like all the others. - Blaise laughed, shaking her head.

- You really have the courage, Riddle. I want to see how you're going to do that.

- Observe and learn. - Mattheo replied, the confidence in his voice just disguising the anxiety he felt inside, something very unusual.

As the night progressed, Mattheo approached the group where Y/N was. He found her near the bar, serving himself as a drink.

- Enjoying the party? - He asks, making the girl raise her eyes to him.

- It's a good party. - She said, shrugging. - Victory helps, of course.

- No doubt. - Mattheo agreed, taking a sip of his glass. - You look beautiful tonight.

- Thank you. - Your eyes shining with curiosity, a slight smile painting your lips attracting you even more. - You're not usually so observant.

Mattheo smiled, a smile he hoped would be enigmatic.

- Maybe I've started to pay more attention to the things that matter. - Y/N raised an eyebrow, interested.

- And what does it matter to you, Mattheo Riddle? - She was now facing him, too close for just one conversation.

It was even funny for Y/N how easy it was for her to disassemble, even if it was a little, the armor of confidence he showed he had.

- Maybe you. - He replied, his voice low and intense. - Or maybe I'm imagining things...- Mattheo pretends to dig about it, getting closer, to the point of feeling the air coming out of it.

She looked him for a moment in the eyes, evaluating his words.

- Are you trying to confuse me, Riddle?

- Maybe... - Mattheo leaned a little closer. Y/N laughed softly, shaking his head.

- Good luck with that, then.

- I like challenges. - He said, his steady gaze on hers, but soon plummeting to the painted lips. - And I think you are a challenge that is worth it.

She studied him for a moment, before smiling and letting him get closer to finally touch his lips with his. Mattheo felt a wave of triumph. passing his hands around the girl's waist, who in turn curled up between his wavy threads. Her touch was soft and at the same time determined, and he knew that night would be unforgettable.

Somehow, Y/N and Mattheo reached the corridor of the female dormitory, bodies so close that it was possible to feel the heat that radiated from each other. Riddle would not admit it, but he would certainly be addicted to the soft lips and light scratches under his shirt, in addition to the soft skin he squeezed fervently under her clothes.

That corridor now seemed the most appropriate place for them to be, far from prying eyes, far from the expectations of others. There, only the two existed, lost in kisses and touches that spoke more than any word could express.

Until Y/N walked away from him with a smile on his face, forming a confused face in Riddle, but still without taking his hands off her body.

- Good night, Riddle. - She gives one last kiss, faster this time, and gets rid of Mattheo's arms, who stands still in the hallway, just watching the girl move her hips going deeper in the hallway.

- But what... - He murmurs to himself, still confused.

Mattheo stood in the corridor of the women's dormitories, perplexed and somewhat stunned. He could also feel the warmth of Y/N's kiss on his lips, the feeling of his hands on his waist. However, when he opened his eyes, he realized that he was alone. The silence around it was almost deafening after the intensity of the shared moments. He frowned, trying to understand what had happened.

He then decided to return to the party with slow and thoughtful steps, his mind still echoing the intense moments with Y/N. He tried to disguise the confusion and surprise he felt as he mixed again with the excited crowd.

Theodore, an insightful observer, soon noticed the change in Mattheo's countenance. With a malicious smile, he approached, curiosity shining in his eyes.

- So, Riddle. - Theodore started, low voice and full of provocation. - Did you get what you wanted there in the hallway? Blaise told me about your challenge.

Mattheo arched an eyebrow, still trying to process what had happened. He was not used to being left like this, especially not after a moment like that.

- I think she just needed some time alone. - Theodore gave a low and ironic laugh.

- Oh, of course. A time alone...

Mattheo shook his head, a mixture of frustration and curiosity mixing inside him. He knew Theodore was teasing, but there was an uncomfortable truth in those words. Y/N was in fact an enigma, a challenge that he seemed to be willing to face. While the party continued around her, Mattheo found herself lost in thoughts about Y/N, wondering about the next steps and what could have led her to move away so suddenly.

[...]

The next morning, Mattheo woke up with his mind still focused on Y/N and the events of the night before. The biggest annoyance was that he was so obsessed with someone, he didn't need it, did he?

He caught himself in a pathetic scenario: Hoping to find Y/N in the corridors or in the communal room, like the girls who probed him after the nights they spent with him. But when she finally saw her, she treated him as usual: with subtle distance, without prolonged looks, without intimate conversations.

Y/N was immersed in her own activities, as if the meeting in the corridor of the dormitories had never happened. She seemed determined to maintain normality between them, as if she wanted to avoid any indication that something had changed.

Mattheo couldn't help but notice how she seemed to master the art of dodging. It was as if she knew exactly how to keep the intrigue and mystery that attracted her so much. He felt a mixture of frustration and admiration in the face of her ability to close again.

During breakfast at the Great Hall, Mattheo tried to capture Y/N's gaze a few times, but she seemed concentrated in her group of friends, without giving her the opening he was looking for. It was as if she was determined to move on with her normal life, leaving him wondering if what happened between them had been just a fleeting moment, destined to disappear in the continuous flow of the days at Hogwarts.

Riddle knew he would have to find a way to deal with this new dynamic, if that's what Y/N wanted. She had shown that she could be as enigmatic as he was, and he was willing to find out more about this intriguing facet of hers, even if it meant waiting patiently for new opportunities.

Still during breakfast, Daphne sat next to Y/N, immediately noticing the tense and thoughtful atmosphere that seemed to involve her friend.

Daphne laughed softly, shaking her head.

- You know he's been trying to decipher your every move since yesterday, haven't you? - Y/N sighed. - Oh, dear, you're terrible. But admit it, you liked a little of the confusion you caused.

- Maybe... - Y/N couldn't help but smile, recognizing the truth in Daphne's words. She valued her sincere and direct friendship, someone who understood her without needing many words.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, Mattheo discreetly observed the interaction between Y/N and Daphne. He noticed Y/N's smile, a spark of fun in her eyes when talking to her friend. Mattheo felt a twinge of curiosity mixed with a slight challenge. It seemed that Y/N would not easily give in to his game of seduction, and he would need a different strategy if he wanted to conquer his enigmatic heart.

- I've never seen you so obsessed, I'm starting to get worried. - Blaise jokes when sitting next to Mattheo, who just rolls his eyes in response. - Have you noticed that they have a lot in common, Theo?

Theodore looks up with a provocative smile, but Riddle just ignores it, going back to eating and, from time to time, looking at her. When then, Y/N left the place alone, his decisive steps echoing in the empty corridor. Mattheo saw the perfect opportunity and followed it quickly, reaching it before it could get too far away.

- Y/N, wait. - Called Mattheo, her voice echoing down the hallway, putting herself in front of her with a careful gesture to make her stop.

- Yes? - She turned to him, his look calm, but loaded with something indefinable. He swallowed it dry, feeling tense in the face of the uncertainty of what she would say.

- I just... I wanted to understand what happened last night. Why did you leave like that?

- It was just a kiss, Riddle. I thought you weren't that type. - Y/N sighed softly, his gaze meeting his in a penetrating way.

- What do you mean by 'of this kind'? - He asks, the curiosity and intensity of his feelings showing in his voice.

Y/N smiled gently, a mischievous glow shining in his eyes.

- The kind that runs after. - She replied softly, her provocative and mysterious tone.

Mattheo felt his heart beat faster. She hypnotized him in a way he had never experienced before.

- What if I say I'm willing to run after it? - He asked, his lower voice, full of determination and something deeper that he still didn't fully understand. Y/N laughed softly, his smile increasing the mystery around him.

- Well, maybe then I'll let you try.

She began to move away, leaving Mattheo with a sense of urgency mixed with an irresistible attraction. He watched as she disappeared down the corridor, when Blaise positioned himself next to him.

- He's like me. - A tone of fascination and frustration carried Mattheo's voice.

- Yes, as I said. - Blaise agrees with a convinced smile as he pushes his friend to the class they would have. ____________________________________

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