Meeting You After The Breaking Up || Slytherin Boys

Meeting you after the breaking up || Slytherin boys

Summary: Your relationship has come to an end, something that put you deeply down, avoiding everything and everyone as long as you could just to overcome your ex-boyfriend as soon as possible. Time has passed and you really seem to have overcome everything, he, however, believes he has done a great stupidity. Warnings: Just a little sad.

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Blaise Zabini

Everything seemed different now, as if the weight of the pain had finally decreased. When you and Blaise broke up, it seemed that full happiness would never be possible again. After all, his relationship had been the foundation of everything, the center of his life. But time, always relentless and mysterious, brought with it subtle changes, and the wound that once seemed unbearable was now just a scar that you had learned to carry with dignity.

Although your feelings for Blaise have not disappeared, nor have it turned into a grudge, that desperate need for him was no longer part of who you were. The beginning of the breakup was cruel, with the pain throbbing with every memory and the longing seeming unbearable. But, little by little, you learned to navigate through these emotions, until, suddenly, you felt... well.

In the month before the summer holidays, you skillfully avoided each other, almost as if you both knew that the simple act of seeing each other could reopen wounds still in healing. His gaze never found yours, and you kept your distance, building your new world without it.

During the holidays, you rediscovered yourself. He went out with friends, laughed at silly things and realized that life was taking its course. Maybe Blaise was right in the end. Maybe you weren't really made for each other as you imagined. And now, back at Hogwarts, you were there, sure of yourself, without worrying about whether he would notice your presence or not. That kind of thing didn't affect you anymore.

But Blaise couldn't say the same. Seeing you so serene and radiant, without a shadow of sadness, brought you conflicting feelings. Part of him rejoiced to see her move forward, but another part, darker, carried a growing regret. He began to question whether he had made the right choice.

Draco, sitting next to Blaise in class, noticed his friend's lost look, the attention he clearly did not devote to what was being said. Curious, he followed Blaise's gaze until he found him fixed on you, laughing next to his friend.

- Oh, so she's the one occupying your mind? - Draco commented with a provocative smile, seeing Blaise's expression close. - What is it? Are you already sorry? Just wait until the other boys start approaching her...

Malfoy let out a low laugh, but Blaise felt the blood boil just imagining such a scene. The simple idea of someone else approaching you was unbearable.

- Shut up. - Blaise replied between his teeth, unable to disguise the discomfort it caused him.

Draco Malfoy

He knew he was going to see her that night, he was prepared for that. What he didn't expect was to find her so quiet, completely oblivious to her presence at dinner. The vision of you, so serene, messed with him in a way that he was not prepared to admit.

In recent months, Draco had gone through a whirlwind of emotions and, in a moment of impulse, ended your relationship. For you, it was a shock at the time, an unexpected pain that seemed difficult to heal. However, over time, things began to fit together, and you finally reached a point where, although there was still love for him, you would no longer insist on something he himself did not believe he was able to maintain.

So, on that Christmas night, a date that always had a special place in your heart, you appeared next to your parents, radiant as always, radiating a beauty that made it seem that every detail of what you wore had been made exclusively for you.

Your smile illuminated the room, instantly attracting Draco's ocean eyes to you. He couldn't look away, even while you, unrelated to him, greeted other people around him.

- Aren't you going to talk to her? - Narcisa's soft voice, who always had a special affection for you from the beginning of her relationship with Draco, interrupted her thoughts. She noticed her son's fixation on you and decided to intervene with a slight smile and a question that brought him back to reality.

- Oh, yes, of course. At some point in the party, for sure. - Draco replied, a little clumsy, looking away at the glass of champagne in his hands, trying to hide the discomfort that grew inside him.

- Do you miss her? - The mother, always direct when she wanted something, was not intimidated by asking what she knew that was bothering her son. Draco, however, avoided answering, pretending not to hear the question. He knew the answer very well, but admitting to himself was a battle he was not ready to face that night.

Lorenzo Berkshire

The theater was crowded that night, as always happened in the traditional year-end ballet performances, which marked the beginning of the festivities for the most traditional families. The atmosphere was elegant and sophisticated, with the murmur of the conversations being muffled by the soft chords of the orchestra that began to tune its instruments. Lorenzo Berkshire, sitting next to his parents in the cabin reserved for the family, seemed quiet, but inside, a growing restlessness took over him. He knew you would be there, like every year, and no matter how much he had prepared for the inevitable encounter, nothing seemed to relieve the tension he felt.

Months earlier, Lorenzo had ended your relationship. It was a difficult decision, which at the time seemed to be the most rational. But as time passed, the certainty he had began to fall apart, and with every event his family attended, where he knew you would also be, the regret grew.

When the theater lights went out and the curtains opened, Lorenzo finally saw you. You were in a box on the other side of the theater, almost facing him. The distance, even with the twilight that dominated the environment, he noticed every detail: the brightness of the elegant dress you wore, the way your hair was delicately stuck, and the discreet smile that appeared when the music began to fill the environment. He could barely concentrate on the presentation, his eyes constantly deflecting to you, who seemed so close and, at the same time, so inaccessible.

― Will it continue like this all night, Enzo? ― The soft but authority-laden voice of Charlotte, his younger sister, took him out of the trance. She was sitting next to him, and looked at him with a mixture of curiosity and concern.

Lorenzo disguised the discomfort, adjusting in the armchair.

― I don't know what you're talking about, Charlotte.

She let out a slight sigh, crossing her arms and casting a penetrating look at her.

― Of course you know. I saw how you were watching her. You haven't taken your eyes off her since the lights went out.

He looked away, focusing for a moment on the ballerina who performed a grand jeté on stage.

― It's not that simple, Charlotte.

Charlotte, always perceptive, leaned slightly towards her, keeping her tone of voice low so as not to disturb the other viewers.

― Maybe it's not simple, but staying here mulling about it doesn't help at all either. You still like her, Lorenzo, it's obvious. And, from what I see, she also looks different... distant, maybe. Maybe she misses you too?

Lorenzo frowned, feeling a twinge of irritation mixed with the weight of guilt. He knew Charlotte was trying to help, but his words only amplified the confusion inside him.

― Charlotte, you don't understand. There are things that can't be solved so easily.

She watched her brother for a moment, noticing the resistance in her eyes.

― I'm not saying it's easy, Lorenzo. But what if you keep waiting and lose the chance to reconcile? What do you have to lose?

His sister's insistence irritated him, and Lorenzo closed his eyes for a second, trying to control the discomfort that consumed him.

― I already said it's not simple. ― His voice came out firmer, almost sharp, while he kept his eyes fixed on the stage. ― It's not just going there and talking to her.

Charlotte raised her hands in a gesture of surrender, clearly realizing that she had pressed too much. She knew that Lorenzo needed time, but she also knew that he was hiding behind his own stubbornness.

Lorenzo didn't say anything else, he just gave a short nod, turning his attention to the presentation, although his mind was far from there. He knew that Charlotte had touched a sensitive point, and it irritated him more than he was willing to admit. As the ballet continued, he continued to watch you from afar, unable to decide whether or not to try to regain what he had lost, even if the simple idea of taking action made him uncomfortable.

Mattheo Riddle

Your relationship with Mattheo has always been a sensitive topic for you. The constant comings and goings gave the impression that everything could be just a bad phase, something that would eventually be solved. However, there came a time when you decided it was time to put an end to everything. When Mattheo announced that he wanted to finish, you made it clear that, this time, there would be no turn. He, as always, doubted the seriousness of your words, but this time you were determined.

His family, who never approved the relationship, practically celebrated the breakup. For them, Mattheo has always been a problem, and the prejudice for the fact that he is half-blood and does not have the wealth that his family valued only aggravated this vision. They often tried to push her to "good pedigree" boys, something that always irritated Mattheo deeply. Jealousy has always been a constant among you, but after the end, it seemed that this feeling had become even more difficult to deal with. Mattheo's anger at his family's behavior was only the trigger for something that was already worn out.

Months passed, and over time, you finally realized that the relationship with Mattheo was anything but healthy. It was then that you began to consider giving Lorenzo, the boy your mother loved, a chance. Initially, he thought he would be just one more, but to his surprise, Lorenzo was kind, interesting, someone who easily drew laughter from you, even if, deep down, his heart weighed every time he flirted with him.

It was in one of those moments, while you and Lorenzo enjoyed Saturday at Três Vassouras, that Mattheo saw you again, after so long. He was accompanied by Theodore and other friends, unconcernedly entering the scene, until Theodore, upon seeing you, stopped abruptly.

― Maybe we should go somewhere else... ― The boy suggested, almost in a whisper, turning to Mattheo with a worried expression.

― Why would we go? ― Mattheo replied, frowning when he noticed the tension in his friend's voice. ― What's going on, Theo?

Before Theo could make any excuse, Mattheo ignored his warning and advanced, looking around the bar until his eyes finally found you. There you were, laughing carelessly at something that Lorenzo had said, without noticing Mattheo's presence. The smile on his face, so natural and sincere, cut Mattheo like a knife. The shock and fury mixed inside him, feeding an anger that he could barely contain.

Without saying a word, Mattheo turned around, quickly leaving the Three Brooms. His friends followed him, all in silence, while the fury pulsed inside him, ready to explode at any moment. Every step away from the bar was a painful reminder of what he had missed - and that, perhaps, he would never have back.

Theodore Nott

His relationship with Theodore Nott has always been intense, but at the same time, marked by a depth that few understood. He had a peculiar way of showing affection, usually through subtle gestures and contained words, but that for you have always meant the world. However, this intensity also brought with it difficulties, especially the fact that Theo has difficulties in expressing his emotions openly. It was this emotional block that, in the end, wore out the relationship.

When you finished, Theo didn't try to stop you. He simply accepted, with that serenity that has always characterized him, as if he were waiting for it. And maybe it was. You felt a squeeze in your heart when you saw that he wouldn't fight for you, but you knew you needed to move on, even if it meant leaving without looking back.

After the end, you struggled to focus on yourself, to distance yourself from the shadow that the relationship with Theo had left. It was difficult, but little by little, you started to rebuild your world, to smile again, to feel pleasure in the little things. And it was during this process that you started going out with Adrian Pucey, a Slytherin boy known for his charm and skill in Quidditch. He wasn't the kind of person you imagined being, but Adrian managed to make you laugh and forget a little about things, something you didn't know you needed until that moment.

You two started to meet more often, and one day, you met Adrian in the Peacock Patio, one of the most beautiful places in Hogwarts, surrounded by old trees and fragrant flowers. The place, with its quiet and cozy atmosphere, was perfect for a casual encounter, and you sat on one of the benches, talking and laughing, while the light breeze shook the leaves around.

Without you noticing, Theo was passing by, coming back from a study session at the library. When he saw you next to Adrian, the world seemed to stop for a moment. Theo stood still, watching the scene with a dark look. Seeing you with someone else, laughing and looking so comfortable, caused a painful tightness in your chest, something he didn't expect to feel so intensely.

Not far from Theo, Draco Malfoy appeared, immediately noticing his friend's discomfort when following him with his eyes. He let out a heavy sigh, immediately understanding what was happening.

― Do you want to go for a walk? ― Draco suggested, trying to get Theo out of that uncomfortable situation.

― No, I'm fine. ― Theo replied, his voice low and loaded with conflicting emotions. He knew he should move away, that staying there would only do the worst things, but his feet seemed stuck to the ground.

― Look, it's not easy, I know. But staying here will only get worse, Theo. Come on, we can go to the Astronomy Tower or something. ― Draco insisted, his voice was serious, but with a touch of empathy.

Theo hesitated, his eyes still fixed on you. He knew Draco was right, but there was a part of him that couldn't move, as if he were waiting for a signal, anything that gave him a reason to believe that there was a chance for you to look back. But you were completely involved in the conversation with Adrian, the light and carefree laughter filling the air.

― Right. ― He finally gave in, his voice cold and restrained, forcing his feet to move. With one last look in his direction, he turned around, following Draco away from the courtyard, while trying to push to the bottom of his mind the whirlwind of emotions that was consuming him.

While walking, the silence between them was heavy, but Draco did not press. He knew that Theo needed time to process everything, and deep down, he hoped that his friend would find a way to deal with it without destroying himself inside. For Theo, however, the sight of you smiling with another had opened a wound that he was not sure how to heal.

Tom Riddle

The Hogwarts library was a place you've always loved. During the quiet nights, the bookshelves loaded with old books and the smell of aged parchment brought you a sense of peace and security. It was there, under the soft light of the candles, that you spent much of your time, especially after breaking up with Tom Riddle. Diving into the books was a way to forget what you two had been, or perhaps, to remember without the pain that accompanied it.

The relationship with Tom was an enigma that you were never able to solve completely. He was cold and always kept an emotional distance that left you with the feeling that he was never truly present. Still, there were times when you felt that something deeper could exist behind that impenetrable facade. It was this mystery, this insatiable curiosity, that held you to him for so long. But Tom's coldness ended up becoming unbearable, and when the decision to finish was made, he accepted with a calm that hurt more than any argument could have hurt.

Now, in the loneliness of the library, you followed your nightly routine. He leafed over a book, his thoughts wandering between the words and the memories he tried to leave behind. She was so absorbed that she did not notice the tall and slender figure that positioned herself in the shadows, a few meters away.

Tom Riddle has always been an observer, someone who analyzed everything around him with almost frightening precision. He had been there for longer than you imagined, just watching in silence. The dim light of the candles did not fully reach the place where he was, keeping him hidden, but his eyes shone with an unusual intensity as he watched you.

He hadn't come there by chance. In recent months, Tom had returned his thoughts to you more often than he would like to admit. It wasn't longing, he said to himself, but a persistent curiosity. The breakup meant nothing to him the moment it happened, but now, seeing you go on with your life without hesitation, dedicating yourself to studies as if he had never existed, you messed with something inside him that he could not name.

For some time, Tom stood still, his eyes following his every move. He knew he shouldn't care. This kind of attachment was useless, a weakness that he despised in others. Still, there he was, watching you with an intensity that bordered on obsession.

Finally, he decided to get closer, not to talk, but to feel his presence more closely. Every step he tood was silent, calculated, as if he feared that any noise could break the charm of the moment. When he was close enough to see every detail of his concentrated expression, Tom stopped. There was something about you, a serenity, a silent force that he had not noticed before.

You didn't notice your presence until you felt a slight change in the air, a shiver that ran through your spine. Raising your eyes from the book, you felt like you were being watched. And, for a brief moment, his gaze found his, hidden in the shadows. But in the blink of an eye, Tom had moved, disappearing between the shelves without a trace, like a ghost.

Even without seeing it, you felt the familiarity of that presence, and a discomfort that you thought you had overcome returned to your heart. The mystery that Tom represented was still there, no matter how far away you tried to get away. And that night, as he closed the book and left the library, you knew that he was also trying to understand something that, until then, he believed he was incapable of feeling.

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14. Dances and feelings

Some days had already passed, finally ending the school year at Hogwarts. The brothers Malfoy and Mattheo were already in the family's huge summer mansion in the preparations for the well-known ball in the wizarding world.

The walls of the house were made of stone and overlooking the blue sea and its white waves beat against the stones of the Coast while the sun illuminated each hectare of lawn and trees on the property. Without a doubt, it was anyone's dream house.

The party was already happening and Y/N was trying to understand why she had accepted Enzo's invitation to accompany her at the party, since she knew that the boy had some kind of feeling for her and she didn't know if she felt the same. As he went down the stairs, he found the beautiful smile he gave while waiting for her. The white dress she wore made Berkshire think she was an angel. The boy spread his right hand over her back, as they headed close to the party.

- I hope you missed me as much as I missed yours. - Lorenzo approaches the girl's face so that only she would hear, her skin shivers and her heart accelerates briefly.

- Of course. - she smiles. - Enzo, do you mind if I meet you later? I forgot to meet my mother before going in. - He lied, but Lorenzo pretended to believe.

A few steps ahead, Y/N realizes that people are getting closer. She regretted accepting his invitation, because she knew what it could mean for all those wizards, it was common for relationships to be made official in events like this. Lorenzo was also not innocent, he knew this fact and made a point of taking her in front of everyone, she who had not remembered this before.

Y/N felt suffocated for a moment, the pressure to disappoint him and not show any kind of signal to the guests was exhausting. She barely entered the party and already wanted to go out. She had to get out of there as soon as possible, her chest looked painful and with very little air to go there. Draco notices his sister's abrupt departure through the salon and decides to follow her.

The girl goes to the balcony at the back of the house and did not realize that Theodore was also there, he had left as soon as he saw her enter with Berkshire by his side, the look that the boy had thrown at him, as if he had won a bet, angered him greatly. However, now he watched from where she was how beautiful she was, the girl already looked angelic by the white dress and this only intensified with the dim illumination of the moonlight on her.

When Nott mentions moving to go to her, Draco arrives apparently worried and Theodore decides to stay where he is, just listening to what is possible.

- Are you okay? - Draco asks, pulling Y/N's attention to himself. - You came out like a hurricane.

- Sorry... I just needed an air, that's all. - She seemed a little impatient now, trying to distance herself from her brother's concern.

- Did Lorenzo do something you didn't like? - Just by Draco mentioning this possibility, Theodore's body is already tense in anger.

- No... - She sighs. - On the contrary, I feel that he can declare himself at any time.

- And wouldn't that be good? - Draco looks at her suspiciously. - I thought I felt something for him.

- Well, no...- Y/N gasps just thinking about it and Theodore sighs relieved, but soon loses that feeling. - I mean, I don't know.

- How do you not know? Does he seem completely in love with you? - Draco insists, but not in an accusatory way, just trying to understand.

- I don't know, Draco. - Y/N gets angry and turns around, almost meeting Nott's shadow if he hadn't been fast enough to hide more. - I tried a lot to match all these months, but I can't.

- You want to try, Y/N. - Draco says and receives a look at her accusatory who now looked at him again, but before she starts defending herself, he continues. - You can't be sure of something if you don't even want to give yourself a chance. - Theodore heard and rolled his eyes in a momentary anger of his friend.

- What do you mean?

- You want to give him a chance to show you how he really is. - Y/N sighs, considering his brother's words. - You can't be sure of something like that, Y/N. - He pauses, but realizes that he's managing to make her think coherently for the first time that night. - Go out with him, talk and get to know him, but stay away from his mother, she's unbearable. - They both laugh. - Trust me, I know him and I know Berkshire is a good person. If you are sure of what you feel, just be honest with him and everything will be fine. It's not like our parents are forcing you to marry him.

- It's even strange to hear you talk about these things without playing. - Y/N watches the blonde's face flush slightly by coming down from his egocentric pedestal. - Astoria has really done a good job, I must recognize it. - Draco rolls his eyes and they go back to the party, still talking about things Theodore didn't hear anymore.

Nott was annoyed by the support Draco showed to his opponent? Well, if he asked the blonde which side he is on, he would answer a resounding and sincere "From my sister, of course", then he would deprive himself of this conversation for now.

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Theodore felt his chest tighten and the blood boil every time Lorenzo touched her or made her laugh in some way, but what worried him the most was when his eyes were lost from the couple and he began to walk through the party exaggeratedly full looking for the two. And finally, he found them.

Lorenzo and Y/N walked in a straight line to a bench in the huge garden, she was stunning in the opinion of Theodore, who for a second found herself feeling jealous of Berkshire for having her attention all in her. The couple sat on one of the benches in the garden when the boy passed one of his arms over her shoulders and she leaned her head against his shoulder with the intention of warming herself in the icy sea breeze that hit them. Theodore felt his chest burn with jealousy just seeing her so close to another boy, which only got worse when he heard her laughter echo all over the garden.

- I really wanted it to be you with her now. - Pansy approaches next to her friend, facing the same scene. Theodore tries to disguise what he did there, but it was in vain. - But I got tired, just like her, Theo. - He didn't look at her, but listened to everything carefully, and his interest aroused with the last part. - Lorenzo insisted so much, a girl in her place would be completely in love with him now, but that's not her case, unfortunately.

- What do you mean by that? - Nott asks, but still without looking at her.

- Theo, what kind of girl doesn't fall in love with someone who even being in another school of magic finds a way to talk to her by arranging owls and contacts to be sure she will receive it? Tell me, what kind of girl is still confused about how she feels about a boy who describes in all the letters how much he would like to be with her, or how beautiful she is? - Theodore looks at her still confused, not understanding why Pansy would describe all that to him. - Well, don't you know? I'll answer you then. When a girl doesn't fall in love with this type of boy, it's usually because she's already in love with another.

He finally understands, and feels like the biggest imbecile of all for it falling into his mind so late.

- You spent months without showing an ounce of what you feel, what did you expect her to do? - Pansy seemed a little angry now. - She waited for you all this time.

Y/N had really waited, as much as she felt special with the beautiful demonstrations of Berkshire, Theodore still didn't get out of her head, and sometimes she even felt like a traitor for it. But it was a fact, she was getting tired of waiting for whatever spark it was.

- But not everything is over. - Pansy said with an evil smile on his face and hugs Theodore's arm, as if he had a complete plan for him. - After all, as far as I know, Lorenzo won't be able to spend the weekend with us here, which is a shame. - Ideas and hope are born inside Theodore's head, who faces his friend again with a little smile. - I think you already know what to do, don't you? Well, do it soon then. - The girl pats him twice on the shoulder and leaves him alone there again.

This time, Theodore was hopeful and looking forward to the end of the party, he barely expected the departure of Berkshire with his family and finally be able to have it just for him again, just like on New Year's Eve.

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16. Friends come before boys

The looks between Y/N and Theodore were more intimate now, but they never occurred simultaneously, whenever in corners of the eye, disguised when the other was distracted, invisible to them, but extremely clear to who was around.

That night, the young people were quiet, in fact, tired of the activities during the day, which led Y/N to put on a comfortable summer pajamas and sit on the stone balcony that facing the sea. The wind was cold, but it was worth watching the beautiful sunset accompanied by a glass of wine and different thoughts surrounding his mind.

- It's a beautiful photo, I have to say. - Y/N finds the origin of Theodore's laughing voice approaching and sitting next to her on the flirt on the balcony. He had the polaroid between his fingers, which now had the date written back by Pansy. - I imagine it wasn't you who left it on my bed.

- Not really. - Y/N replied smiling and taking the photo that the boy had given him.

- Do you want to stay with her?

- No, Pansy gave it to you, keep her. - Theodore smiled and Y/N gave it to him again.

A slight silence began, Y/N looked back at the pink sky starting to get dark when he decides to start talking again.

- Theo... Can I confess something to you? - Y/N said slightly laughing and the boy just nodded, looking back at her, interested in what would come. - I swear it was unintentionally, I fell like a paw into Pansy's bluffs. - She began to explain herself and Theodore's face was getting more and more confused. - I kind of let it escape from having sex in the new year, I'm sorry.

Theodore's face was embelled with a wide smile and a sparkle in his eyes, his heart and mind were a whirlwind of celebrations at this point for having finally touched on the subject.

- Don't apologize for that, Y/N. - the boy reassures her and she smiles in response.

- Well, not that I regret it. - Y/N definitely got carried away, but he knew that if he didn't speak at that moment, he wouldn't say more. Theodore immediately looked into his eyes just processing what he had heard. - Do you?

- Not at all. - Nott looked at her still hypnotized by the words that came out of that mouth that he was about to kiss. - And would you do it again? - Y/N just nodded in a "yes" as he got closer to Theodore, the eyes in his mouth denounced her even before answering.

And in a thousandth of a second Y/N's heart seemed to stop with the contact of Theodore's mouth in his finally. It started as something very simple and even romantic, but both had a lot of accumulated nostalgia to hold on to each other now.

The kiss became hot and needy, Y/N's hands hung on the boy's neck, curling between his hair, while Theodore tried to bring it close, pulling his waist.

Y/N smiled during the kiss as he felt the boy's hot hand enter the blouse of his pajamas, grabbing his waist harder bringing it to his lap. Theodore lowered the kisses by the girl's jaw and neck, who sighed with the contact of his mouth on her skin and his continuous squeeze pressing her against him.

- You don't know how much I missed you, Teddy. - Y/N felt his smile against his skin, Theodore began to realize that that nickname lit something inside him, he would never hear that nickname again without remembering the way he came out of her lips.

When the eyes of the two meet, a smile appeared simultaneously on both faces, like a pause in the frenzy they felt, only two people in love looking at each other. They then kiss again, this time with Y/N going down his neck.

Merlin, she wanted that. With every kiss or small bite she left, she remembered his image earlier that day, which made her yearn even more for the body that was waiting for her under those clothes.

His smell definitely intoxicated her. Her hands go up under the fabric of his shirt, groping every inch possible for her.

Y/N hears footsteps coming from inside the house and approaching the door, and then thousandths before the person leaves, she moves away from Theodore quickly, getting up. The boy, confused, keeps holding his waist and pulling it to him.

Pansy saw the girl's quick movement to get out of Nott's lap, which made a malicious smile sprout on her face.

- Do I interrupt? - The brunette asks and they both deny it with their heads. - I just came to let you know that the pizza is ready. - Pansy refers to the friend who looks at her confused.

- Pizza? - Y/N takes Theodore's hands off his body and starts picking up the glass and bottle he had taken to the place a few hours before.

- Girls' night. - Pansy said simply, the little smile on the side still present. - Won't you say you forgot?

- No, of course not. I was already going. - Y/N disguises and Theodore sighs in a certain disappointment also getting up.

- I know. - The girl didn't give in to Y/N's lies, Parkinson had her arms crossed and, jokingly, but with a real background, she concludes. - It seemed like you were going, only to another room.

Y/N just looks at her slightly indignantly, well, she wasn't lying. Pansy only enters the house when Y/N was walking next to her, while Theodore only accompanies them.

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The girls gathered in Astoria's room, which made Y/N regret having given the idea of it just today. Not that she didn't like her friends' company, but she felt guilty that her mind was wandering in another room in the house.

Astoria told about Draco, and the fact that he was her brother didn't cheer her up much. The younger Greengrass talked about him as if he were a Greek god, and although Y/N recognized that her brother was definitely not ugly, that conversation made her slightly sick. Therefore, her mind found a way to escape from there, from time to time she closed her eyes, taking a light nap by the time, but every time she saw arrows from her recent moment with Theodore.

Merlin, she was thirsty for him. Y/N hasn't been in a relationship with anyone else since that night. It was strange to her, she never felt this way for someone and whenever she felt like it, she always had more than one boy at her disposal. Theodore was also at his disposal, more than anyone, by the way, but the situation was now different.

While Astoria wandered about the details of her previous night, Y/N napped again, completely oblivious to the conversation of her friends. The girl covered herself with the covers and fell asleep, diving deep into her beautiful dreams.

She was again outside the house, with the heat hitting her back and her legs bent over a towel stretched out on the lawn, on Nott's lap who had her mouth around her neck. Theodore's hands went up under the small white dress she wore, reaching the soft flesh of her thighs and going up to curl up in a strong squeeze on Y/N's ass. But in an instant, everything disappeared and the dim light in Astoria's room illuminated her eyes again while their laughter was perceived by her ears.

- What's so funny? - Y/N scratches his eyes and asks unpretentiously as he sits in bed.

- Didn't you hear yourself? - Well, now she's frozen, her face has already caught fire slightly, wondering what would be to come.

- You didn't happen to be dreaming of a certain boy named Teddy, were you? - Daphne asks between laughs.

- I can't believe I did that. - Y/N closes your eyes tightly when you come to yourself and you can already imagine.

- All right, Y/N. Really some things we can't control. - Pansy said jokingly, even if it was true.

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Dark Paradise || Theodore Nott

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15. Your halo’s full of fire

Although Y/N showed Lorenzo the unhappiness that he didn't stay, she thought it was better that way. She really needed to think about the feelings she might have for him and clarify that at once. Theodore, on the other hand, could not be happier with the absence of Berkshire.

The adults had already left the place, leaving only their friends and their plans for the days. Already at breakfast some lively and others sleepy, the day was beautiful, waiting only for them. Y/N only surprised one thing, the fact that Astoria and Draco didn't join them for breakfast, which at this point was not so strange, actually.

- Astoria stayed in Draco's room, Y/N? - Daphne seemed slightly angry, but asked in a low tone so that only Y/N would listen.

- I don't know, Daph, I didn't notice. - She offers a light smile to her friend, but she lied. Y/N had noticed, but would not give his brother to her now, Daphne would probably say something discouragousing to her younger sister.

- So, are you ready for the beach? - Pansy enters excited already with her bikini under her clothes.

- Let's go now. - Y/N gets up before Daphne stretches in the conversation and she runs out of excuses to cover up her brother.

The beach was part of the property, which means that they had all the freedom in the place, so much so that Y/N had the pleasure of knowing that it was in that place where she and her brother were conceived.

Theodore had barely woken up when Y/N passed distracted by the table while spreading the sunscreen on her face in a mirror that decorated the environment. The girl barely wore clothes, after all it was hot. Y/N was without a blouse, only the top of the black bikini covered the breasts, at the bottom, only a tiny white skirt completely tight and transparent made clear the color of the bikini panties. Nott thanked himself for sitting while trying not to stare strangely at the wonderful body that caught his attention.

Occasionally he looked over the cup of coffee that took his mouth, the boy smiled at himself when he remembered that he had already seen her in an even more exposed way than that, but he was still curious to see her without any piece of clothing.

Mattheo leaned against the stop of the entrance to the environment with a malicious smile as he stared at the girl shamelessly.

- Oh, good morning, Matt. - She said kindly, heading out of the place.

- And what a good morning! - Riddle said without any shame to face Y/N's hips swinging as he left the place.

- Don't be disgusting, Riddle, she's my sister. - Draco sits at the table next to Theodore, who is mentally grateful for the blonde's interference.

- Don't fight just with me, then. - Mattheo sits with a rogue face. - After all, I wasn't the only one who blatantly stared at Y/N's body, right? - Theodore just looks at him with a clear anger in his eyes, getting up from the table.

- You two have to calm down. - Astoria says when entering the place radiantly.

- Aren't you going to the beach with them? - Draco had the softest voice when he referred to her.

- Yes, and I'm already late. - Astoria took a glass of juice to her mouth, just drinking the liquid and putting it back on the table, making mention of going out, but Draco pulls her wrist, preventing her from leaving so fast. With the impact of the pull, the faces were very close.

- Aren't you forgetting anything? - The blonde says quietly and in a very suggestive way that the girl understood, but decided to play. Astoria gets closer to his face, while Mattheo watches everything with enthusiasm. But the girl gets up abruptly without giving her what she wanted.

- You're right! The sunscreen. - Astoria ran from the place with the call of her friends at the door of the house while Draco just ignored the Mattheo look on him.

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The heat of the sun was reflected in the sea water, the rays were like points of light in that immense blue. Y/N was hypnotized by the beauty of that place, every year that passed it was even better to go there. However, this time it was different, a strange feeling of comfort and farewell, she would not know how to explain if they asked, but she knew what she felt.

The four girls were stretched out over their towels under the shadow of a huge tree, Y/N leaned on her elbows as she passed her eyes lazily through the lines of the book she had taken, occasionally interacting in the conversation of the friends next to her. Pansy took pictures of everything with a small polaroid machine, recording the most beautiful scenarios of that place.

- Look here, Y/N. - Pansy points the camera at the girl who drops the book and smiles at the camera. Pansy, with the lack of experience with the muggle object, took the photo a little earlier than she should, which, luckily, made her look more spontaneous with a beginning of a smile.

The printed photo showed the entire body of Y/N lying on the toil and the sea in the background, the sunglasses on the tip of the nose and a small smile sprouting on his lips opened interpretations both for a shy and also suggestive smile.

- Pansy, come. Take one of mine too. - Astoria said sitting on the towel with her back to the camera and then spying on her over her shoulder.

- This one goes to Draco, for sure. - Y/N said jokingly completely forgetting Daphne's presence there, by luck or not, Pansy quickly replied.

- And yours goes to Theodore, of course. - Soon the other girls laughed and Y/N was slightly ashamed, but not so much, since she had all the freedom to talk to her friends.

- I don't understand why you put this in your head. - Y/N seemed a little irritated now, however, Parkinson didn't seem to have noticed and kept joking.

- You'll see, it's because you had sex in Daphne's kitchen on New Year's Eve. - And then the camera click perfectly captures Astoria's reaction to knowing that. Y/N was simply without reaction.

- So, was it you? - Astoria said indignantly. - And did you let the blame fall on me? Do you understand how much Daphne fought with me that day? - Daphne completely confused, Pansy guilty for talking that way and Y/N just didn't know what to answer.

- Merlin, I really thought it wasn't you and Theodore. How naive I was. - Daphne had her hands covering her mouth in surprise, but a smile opened on her face, but he soon falled. - By Merlin, did it have to be in my kitchen?

- Me... I'm sorry. I... - Pansy completely loses the look of guilt, turning into enthusiasm.

- So it's true? - The girl said. - Mattheo told me to bluff, but I didn't think you'd fall, Y/N. I'm completely shocked. - The weather was too confusing, Y/N just confirmed everything with your reaction. A few long seconds passed as they stared at each other, and the silence irritated the girl deeply.

- Look, it's okay. Maybe I made some mistakes here. - She starts. - But Astoria, I couldn't just get up and say it was me, and well, you didn't deny that it was you either.

- By Merlin, Y/N. She loved that everyone thought it was she and Draco who had done that. - Daphne says bluntly, receiving a severe look from her sister, who completely ignored it.

The morning passed quickly after the novelty, the four girls got together to speculate the details with Y/N, who was still a little undecided whether to say one thing or another. Astoria, on the other hand, felt, for the first time, really part of the Slytherin Elite, sharing secrets and crushes.

When lunchtime was approaching, the girls returned home. Pansy was more enchanted once again with the landscape of the garden and the sea in the background, it was much better than the repetitive walls of Hogwarts or her house. The girl decides to stop the path that the Greengrass made to the interior of the mansion and Y/N decides to wait for her, staying by her side.

- It's beautiful, isn't it? - She contemplates. Y/N, on the other hand, paid attention to something else.

- Oh, yes... - Y/N sighs, Pansy thought her friend was talking about the same thing as her, however, when looking away at Y/N and seeing where her eyes pointed, she laughed.

The girl watched Nott carefully at his every move. Theodore walked slowly with the horse, apparently tired since they heard him slow down the animal's strides when they arrived. He was far away, but close enough for her to be able to record every muscle of the back on the boy's display. The sun hitting against her tanned skin while small droplets of sweat shone, the way with him pulled the horse's mane to turn it in the direction definitely brought her very dirty memories, that day just got hotter for her.

- Y/N, I'm not talking about Theodore riding a horse without a shirt, by Merlin. - Y/N quickly turning his attention to his friend.

- I was talking about the sea like you, Pans, don't make things up. - You disguised it. Pansy mentioned turning to the entrance of the house, but soon looked back at Theodore when he heard that something was coming that looked like another horse running.

- Things seem to have become more interesting to you now, don't they? - Y/N jokes when he notices Pansy's gaze fixed on Zabini, who had just approached Nott. Apparently, the boys were betting on a race.

- Definitely yes. - Parkinson said without any shame with a malicious smile sprouting and paying more and more attention to the boy.

Y/N decided to leave her behind now, despite wanting to accompany her, a certain memory made her body warm up a little more than usual, which was great, since the girl was heading for a long and pleasurable bath after the beach.

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They dreaming about you || Slytherin boys

Summary: The boys being surprised by hot dreams with you, even without being in a loving relationship. These dreams take them by surprise, but maybe not so much, since you had been noticing some stealthy looks from them for some time on your body. Warnings: A little spicy, +18.

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Blaise Zabini

That scene seemed too good to be true, but it was. At least in Blaise's head it was...

His body lying on the sheets with his skirt raised and legs open gave him the view of paradise. What only improved with the fact that your fingers slowly went in and out of you while your face squirmed in pleasure and your mouth spilled a few moans, from time to time, with his name.

In the dream, Blaise just looked, almost as if waiting for the right moment to touch you, and it was certainly wonderful to see you in that position.

However, Zabini's brain was awakened thanks to the roar of the bathroom door being knocked by his roommate who had just entered. His eyes opened slowly, feeling a violent frustration taking over his body followed by shame of himself. In addition to, of course, having something he had to solve in the shower before class.

At breakfast, you were there, laughing with Pansy. As soon as Blaise's brown eyes hit you, an embarrassment was felt. However, this embarrassment was soon replaced by a desire and vivid memories of his dream, which made him ignore you during the following days, because the dreams did not stop. They even happened in naps during the day. It was crazy for him, his time in the bath had to increase considerably in the last few days. Blaise didn't know what else to do with himself.

Draco Malfoy

Oh, no. Draco really didn't use to be that kind of boy. He, in fact, was used to receiving this kind of report from other girls. So when, at his sleep, he found himself dreaming of you with his lips around him, this lit an alert in his mind.

You were the sister of one of your friends, that wasn't right. He could swear that he consciously never wanted you that way, but in fact, he was only in the phase of denial by Theo's constant warnings not to look at his beautiful sister that way.

He avoided you as much as possible for the rest of the day, you two didn't really use to be very close, but you were almost always in the same places.

The attempt to avoid you during the day worked, but during dinner he couldn't do the same. What made you look the most lascivious way at your mouth while you ate dessert and talked to your friend. It was then that he realized that maybe he was not as calibrated in relation to you as he imagined.

Lorenzo Berkshire

Enzo saw you in your pajamas several times throughout your childhood, this was common among best friends. However, something seemed to have changed in you lately, he was starting to notice more about what his body looked like now. However, he thought he had stopped there, just a common physical attraction.

Good, but that's not what happened. One morning he just woke up with a big problem in his pants thanks to a dream in which you simply kissed him on his lap.

In the dream, you were wearing those very short pajamas that you loved to wear, but that Lorenzo hated because it made him look like any pervert. His body was on his lap, using the friction between the two of you to satisfy yourself in some way. His low moans muffled by his lips caused Enzo's smiles during the dream.

However, he woke up at some point with you, already dressed for class, knocking on the door of his room. His body that was hot and thirsty freezes immediately when he hears his voice calling him and he jumps out of bed in despair.

- Enzo, is everything okay? - You ask because of his delay in opening for you.

He answered anything, just to mislead you for a few hours. It was almost impossible to avoid you during the day, you surprised him, he was always with you and suddenly he was full of commitments that didn't include you.

Enzo just didn't know what to do, since whenever he saw you, he received scenes from his dream.

Mattheo Riddle

His body was beautifully folded over a table in some classroom, his hands grabbed the wood tightly while his skirt was raised and his panties were slightly dragged to the side to give him passage. Mattheo smiled as he hit his hips against his own and saw his face, pressed against the wood, writhing with the moans and sensations he gave you.

Everything was perfect, really everything. Until he simply woke up, without any interruption, his brain simply turned off the most beautiful scene he had ever seen and woke him up out of nowhere.

He opened his eyes and began to fall for himself about the dream. Why was he dreaming that about you? You didn't even talk, nor did you have friends in common besides Astoria, who was not exactly his friend, just a friend's girlfriend.

But that's okay, he did what he had to do so he didn't have to show all his tight pants and went on with his day. For him, that was unusual, but not a total astonishment. Mattheo really liked to see his body whenever he could, but he never did more than that.

Riddle's day went on normally. Girls throwing themselves at him, Draco complaining about his father, Theo agreeing and telling about his... Until you passed next to his table to yours ahead.

Coincidentally, you were wearing the skirt of that dream, the exact same skirt. All right, it was the uniform, but you were wearing that specific model, with pleats and more round and a little shorter.

Mattheo felt warm up, not with shame, but with a sudden desire. What only got worse when he realized that his dream happened in that same classroom. The class simply dragged on to Mattheo, who decided to go out in the middle of it to be able to relieve himself minimally and try to ignore you for the rest of the day, getting frustrated about the way he felt close to you from that day on.

Theodore Nott

Theodore's night had been great until he lay down, he had lost sleep and went to the Astronomy Tower to smoke, in an attempt to fall asleep again. And when he got there, he found you doing the same as him. You two talked and laughed at nonsense while smoking, something that became common over the weeks, it was something that happened coincidentally, until Theodore started going whenever you went.

He always slept better after hearing his laugh and that day was no different, he lay down and fell asleep quickly, and everything only seemed to get better when an image of him invaded his dreams: his hands leaning on Nott's chest while his breasts shook as you slid over him, his suggestive smiles and moans filled Theo's eyes, making him think he was finally in paradise for having her.

Anyway, his paradise was quickly interrupted by Mattheo's noises when leaving the dorm. Theodore was face down, but as soon as he turned around, it was visible to see his condition through the sheet itself, which made him rub his eyes in frustration, but not out of shame but out of necessity.

Theo was the kind of boy who was not ashamed of things like this, in fact, it only encouraged him to look for you, even if it meant having to deal with the insistent scenes reappearing in his mind.

Tom Riddle

You were simply stunning with your ankles hitting Tom's shoulders as he increased the pace of the beats on you. It was almost angelic for him to see you that way. The way he got lost in you in his own mind seemed like a weakness when he woke up.

Tom thought he was bewitched by you, after all, he was the one who should get into people's minds and not the other way around. So, when this happened, he was intrigued and obsessed with you. The two of you were not close, much less had already talked more than a brief question about school subjects. And that's why his obsession with you.

Even though he was a different boy, in a more focused and studious feeling than worried about girls, he can't help but perceive you in the libraries and how the dim lights contoured his body and curves perfectly. He didn't avoid you the next day, in fact, as the days went by, Tom approached you. He never ran after girls, but he seemed willing to watch you from afar whenever he could.

He felt like an idiot, futile to say the least. But he couldn't take away from himself the curiosity and the desire to see you really squirm under him.

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Ex bf theo who was really toxic and was a bad bf but after the break up he matures and tries tonget you back?

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THEODORE NOTT HAD ALWAYS BEEN AN ENIGMA, a puzzle that you never quite managed to solve. during your relationship, his brooding silence and sharp wit had initially drawn you in, but over time, they became the very things that chipped away at your happiness. he was toxic — possessive, distant, and emotionally unavailable. the relationship became a series of ups and downs, with moments of passion followed by long stretches of cold indifference. you spent too much time trying to reach him, trying to make him care the way you did, but in the end, it was clear that he wasn't ready to be the person you needed him to be.

the breakup had been inevitable. it was messy and painful, filled with harsh words and lingering regrets. you walked away shattered but determined to heal, to rebuild yourself without the weight of his darkness pulling you down. months passed, and slowly but surely, you began to find your footing again. life moved on, and so did you — or at least, you tried to.

then, one day, theodore showed up in your life again.

it was the warmest day of early september. you were in diagon alley, browsing through the rows of books at flourish and blotts, when you felt that painfully familiar presence behind you. your heart skipped a beat, a mixture of dread and curiosity flooding your senses. you turned, and there he was, standing awkwardly near the entrance, his hands buried deep in his pockets.

theodore looked different. although he was still the tall, slender figure with the same piercing eyes that once made your heart race, something had changed. his posture was more relaxed, his expression softer. gone was the constant scowl that used to mar his handsome features, replaced now with what seemed like genuine vulnerability.

“hey,” he said, his voice lower than you remembered, almost hesitant.

you blinked slowly, caught off guard by his presence. “theo?”

he shifted on his feet, glancing around the shop before meeting your gaze again. the use of his nickname by you stirred up unforgettable memories inside him. “can we talk? in private,”

you nodded at his request hesitantly and followed the boy, now who seemed like a man. he hurt you badly, and there was no reason for him to talk to you ever again, so why was he seeking you now?

theo’s quiet voice broke the silence between the two of you as you stood in a smaller aisle of the shop. “i’ve been thinking about you — a lot,” he admitted. “there’s something i have to say to you or i’ll go mad.”

you didn’t respond right away, unsure of what to expect. theodore had never been one to easily admit fault, and seeing him now, looking almost remorseful, was jarring. part of you wanted to turn and walk away, to avoid reopening old wounds, but another part — the part that once loved him truly and deeply — wanted to hear what he had to say.

“i know now i was a terrible boyfriend,” he began, his eyes not leaving yours. “i treated you horribly, and i don’t deserve your forgiveness. but i’ve changed. i know it’s hard to believe, but i’ve spent a lot of time thinking about everything i did wrong, everything i took for granted.”

he paused, as if searching for the right words. “i’ve been working on myself, trying to understand why i was the way i was. i didn’t realize how much i needed to grow up until you were gone.”

his words hung in the air between you, heavy with meaning. you could hear the sincerity in his voice, see the regret in his eyes, but it wasn’t easy to let go of the past. too many memories of broken promises and hurtful words still lingered in your mind.

“theo, i . . .” you hesitated, unsure how to respond. “i’m glad you’ve been working on yourself, really, but i don’t know if i can just forget everything that happened. you hurt me, a lot.”

he nodded and his eyes found comfort on your hands. “i know. and i don’t expect you to just take me back. i just wanted you to know that i’m sorry for how i was. truly. and . . . if there’s ever a chance, even a small one, that we could try again . . . i would do everything differently. i would be better for you.”

theodore nott’s words were raw, unfiltered, and they hit you in a way you hadn’t expected. this wasn’t the theodore you had known — the one who hid behind sarcasm and anger. this was someone who had faced his demons and was trying, really trying, to be a better man. but could you trust him? could you risk your heart again after everything that had happened?

“i need time, theo,” you finally said, your voice soft but firm. “i can’t just jump back into something that hurt me so much.”

the slytherin nodded again, a small, sad smile playing on his lips. “i understand. i’ll wait as long as it takes. and if you never want to try again, i’ll respect that too. i just needed you to know that i’m sorry, and that i’m here if you ever want to give us another chance.”

with that, he turned to leave, but not before giving you one last, lingering look — a look filled with all the things he had never been able to say before.