In Too Deep

In too deep

Mattheo Riddle x fem reader

A/n: Slight smut just a little bit

Summary: Y/N and Mattheo Riddle share an intense and passionate night by the Black Lake at Hogwarts, as the moonlight and their unspoken desires bring them closer than ever before.

The moon hung low over the Forbidden Forest, casting a silvery glow over the tranquil surface of the Black Lake. Y/N found solace in the quiet evenings by the water, away from the prying eyes and the incessant chatter of the castle. Tonight, however, felt different. The air was thick with anticipation, as if something—or someone—was lurking just beyond the shadows.

As Y/N dipped their toes into the cool water, they almost didn't notice the figure approaching from the darkness.

"Enjoying the night, Y/N?" a low, velvet voice drawled.

Y/N's heart skipped a beat. There, standing just at the edge of the trees, was Mattheo Riddle. His presence was magnetic, pulling them in with an invisible force. His dark hair fell effortlessly over his forehead, and his intense gaze was fixed on Y/N.

"I didn't expect to see anyone out here," Y/N replied, their voice barely above a whisper.

Mattheo smirked, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Nor did I. But it seems we've both found ourselves in need of some... solitude."

Y/N couldn't tear their eyes away from him. There was something about Mattheo that was both dangerous and alluring, a combination that made their pulse quicken. He moved closer, the distance between them shrinking with each step.

"What brings you out here?" he asked, his voice low and inviting.

"Needed some air," Y/N answered, feeling the intensity of his gaze. "And you?"

"Needed to clear my head," he said, his eyes never leaving theirs. "And it seems I've found a distraction."

Y/N's breath hitched as Mattheo took another step closer, his proximity overwhelming. "Mattheo..."

"Shh," he whispered, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from their face. "I've been thinking about you, Y/N. I can't get you out of my mind."

Y/N felt a shiver run down their spine at his confession. "What do you want from me?" they asked, their voice trembling.

"Everything," he murmured, his hand trailing down to cup their cheek. "I want to drown in you. I can't wait any longer."

Before Y/N could respond, Mattheo's lips were on theirs, claiming them with a fierce hunger. The kiss was intense, filled with the pent-up desire and longing they had both been hiding. Y/N wrapped their arms around his neck, pulling him closer as they lost themselves in the moment.

The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, locked in a passionate embrace. Mattheo's hands roamed over Y/N's body, memorizing every curve and contour as if he were afraid this moment would slip away.

"You're intoxicating," he breathed against their lips, his voice rough with need. "I can't get enough of you."

Y/N's fingers tangled in his hair, their heart pounding in their chest. "Then don't stop," they whispered, their voice filled with the same desire.

Mattheo groaned, his lips trailing down their neck, leaving a path of fire in their wake. "I've wanted you for so long," he confessed, his breath hot against their skin. "I can't hold back anymore."

"Then don't," Y/N urged, their own desire matching his intensity.

In the moonlit night by the Black Lake, they gave in to their desires, the cool water lapping at their feet as they explored the depths of their passion. Each touch, each kiss, brought them closer, their connection deepening with every passing moment.

"Mattheo," Y/N gasped as his lips found the sensitive spot just below their ear. "I need you."

His response was a low growl, a primal sound that sent a thrill through Y/N's body. "You have me," he whispered, his hands sliding under their shirt, fingers grazing their skin. "Right here, right now."

Y/N arched into his touch, their own hands fumbling to unbutton his shirt, eager to feel his skin against theirs. Mattheo's lips never left theirs, the kiss growing more urgent, more desperate. When Y/N finally succeeded in removing his shirt, they ran their hands over his chest, savoring the heat and the hard planes of his body.

Mattheo's hands moved lower, slipping beneath the waistband of Y/N's pants. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice a husky whisper.

"Yes," Y/N breathed, their answer immediate and unwavering. "I want you, Mattheo."

With a growl of approval, Mattheo's hands worked quickly to undress them both, their clothes discarded carelessly on the shore. The cool night air kissed their bare skin, but the heat between them was all-consuming.

As they sank to the ground, the soft grass beneath them, Mattheo hovered over Y/N, his eyes dark with desire. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his hands exploring every inch of their body. "I can't believe you're mine."

"I'm yours," Y/N affirmed, their voice breathless with anticipation. "All yours."

Mattheo's lips claimed theirs once more, and then he was everywhere, his touch igniting a fire within Y/N that they had never known. Each kiss, each caress, drove them closer to the edge, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.

When Mattheo finally joined with them, the world seemed to shatter and then reassemble, everything more vivid, more intense. They moved together, a rhythm as old as time, their passion a force of nature. Every thrust, every moan, brought them closer, the connection between them deepening with each passing second.

"Y/N," Mattheo groaned, his voice rough with need. "I can't... I can't hold on..."

"Don't," Y/N gasped, their nails digging into his back. "Let go, Mattheo. Let go with me."

With a final, desperate thrust, they both fell over the edge, their cries mingling in the night air. The world seemed to explode around them, their pleasure a blinding light that consumed everything.

As they lay together in the aftermath, their bodies still entwined, Mattheo pressed a tender kiss to Y/N's forehead. "You're mine now," he whispered, his voice filled with a fierce, possessive love.

Y/N smiled, their own heart echoing his sentiment. "And you're mine," they replied, knowing that this night had changed everything between them.

Under the watchful gaze of the moon, Y/N and Mattheo had found each other, their souls entwined in a dance of desire that neither of them could resist. And as they held each other close, they knew that they were in too deep, but neither of them wanted to be saved.

The first rays of dawn crept over the horizon, painting the sky in soft hues of pink and gold. Y/N awoke to find themselves nestled in Mattheo's arms, the warmth of his body a stark contrast to the cool morning air. For a moment, they simply lay there, savoring the closeness, the serenity of the moment after the storm of their passion.

Mattheo stirred, his eyes fluttering open to meet Y/N's gaze. A slow smile spread across his lips, and he tightened his hold on them. "Good morning," he murmured, his voice still husky from sleep.

"Good morning," Y/N replied, their own smile matching his. "Last night..."

"Was just the beginning," Mattheo finished for them, his eyes darkening with promise. "I meant what I said, Y/N. I can't get enough of you."

Y/N felt a blush creep up their cheeks, but they didn't look away. "I feel the same," they admitted softly.

Mattheo's smile widened, and he leaned in to capture their lips in a slow, tender kiss. "I'm glad," he whispered against their lips. "Because I'm not letting you go."

Y/N's heart swelled with emotion, and they wrapped their arms around him, holding him close. "I don't want you to," they confessed, their voice filled with certainty.

As they lay there, wrapped in each other's embrace, the world around them seemed to fade away. In that moment, there was only Mattheo and Y/N, their love a fierce, unbreakable bond.

And as the sun rose over Hogwarts, casting its golden light over the Black Lake, they knew that their journey together was just beginning. They were in too deep, but neither of them wanted to be saved. They had found each other, and that was all that mattered.

Show You How Much I Care

Lorenzo Berkshire x fem reader

Summary: Little things Lorenzo does to show y/n how much he cares

w/c: 1069

Lorenzo Berkshire, the charming and enigmatic member of the Slytherin crew, had always had a knack for reading people. Yet, when it came to Y/N, a girl who seemed to shine with an inner light, he found himself captivated. Unlike many others at Hogwarts, Y/N was genuine and kind, navigating the social landscape with refreshing authenticity. Lorenzo admired her from afar and, over time, felt a growing desire to show her how much he cared.

The Care Package

One day, after overhearing Y/N mention her struggles with schoolwork, Lorenzo decided to help. He discreetly gathered a selection of books and notes that could aid her studies. Alongside these, he added a few of her favorite snacks—a small detail he had picked up from observing her during meals.

That evening, Y/N returned to her dormitory to find a basket waiting for her. Inside was a note written in Lorenzo's neat handwriting:

"For the times when things get tough. Take care, Y/N. - Enzo"

Y/N felt a warm flush spread across her cheeks as she read the note. She had always seen Lorenzo as the laid-back, cool member of his group, but this thoughtful gesture revealed a depth she hadn't expected. It was a small act, but it showed that he had been paying attention and cared about her well-being.

The Potions Class Incident

During a challenging Potions class, Professor Snape assigned the students a complex potion requiring precise timing and careful handling. Y/N, who generally enjoyed Potions, found herself unusually nervous, fumbling with the ingredients. She glanced at her notes, trying to recall the exact sequence, but her anxiety clouded her memory.

Lorenzo, at the next table, noticed her distress. He watched as she hesitated, holding a vial of powdered unicorn horn uncertainly. Understanding the importance of timing, Lorenzo quietly tapped his quill on the edge of her table, a subtle signal they had developed for moments like this.

Y/N looked over, catching his eye. Lorenzo gave a slight nod, glancing at the clock. She understood and added the powder just as the potion turned the right shade of blue. Lorenzo continued to help subtly, passing her a vial of powdered moonstone when she realized she was running low and mouthing a reminder about the temperature adjustment.

As the class ended, Professor Snape evaluated their potions. He paused at Y/N's cauldron, inspecting the brew with his usual critical eye. "Adequate," he muttered, a rare compliment from him.

Relieved, Y/N turned to Lorenzo as they packed up. "Thank you," she whispered, her eyes filled with gratitude. "I was so nervous."

Lorenzo smiled, a warm, reassuring look in his eyes. "You had it. Just needed a bit of confidence."

Y/N couldn't help but smile back. His quiet support had been comforting, making her feel seen and valued.

The Herbology Lesson

Later, during a particularly tricky Herbology lesson, Y/N struggled with a difficult plant. Lorenzo, who had a surprising knack for Herbology, noticed her frustration and stayed behind after class.

"Need a hand?" he asked, offering a friendly smile.

Surprised, Y/N nodded. Lorenzo patiently guided her through the process, showing her the correct technique. Under his calm guidance, the plant responded, and Y/N felt a wave of relief and accomplishment.

"Thanks, Lorenzo," she said, grateful for his help.

He shrugged modestly. "Anytime. Can't let you struggle alone."

As the days passed, Y/N couldn't help but notice all the little things Lorenzo did for her. He'd save her a seat in the library, offer to carry her books when they were headed in the same direction, and even conjured a small bouquet of flowers during a particularly rough day. These small acts of kindness were so thoughtful and consistent that she found herself wondering why he was doing them. Was it just his nature, or was there something more?

The Astronomy Night

Knowing Y/N's love for the stars, Lorenzo planned a special surprise. One clear night, he invited her for a walk. They ended up at the Astronomy Tower, where he had set up a blanket and a small telescope.

As they lay under the stars, Lorenzo pointed out constellations and shared stories. His effort to create this moment touched Y/N deeply, revealing a thoughtful and caring side she had come to cherish.

"Lorenzo, this is wonderful," Y/N said, moved by his gesture. "Thank you."

He smiled, his eyes reflecting the starlight. "I wanted to do something special for you. You deserve it."

Y/N felt warmth spread through her. She hesitated, then asked the question that had been on her mind. "Why do you do all these things for me, Lorenzo?" she asked softly, turning to look at him directly. "You've been so kind and attentive... it's more than anyone's ever done for me."

Lorenzo paused, his expression thoughtful. He met her gaze, his eyes sincere. "Because you matter to me, Y/N," he began, his voice gentle but firm. "I've seen how kind and genuine you are, and I admire that. I wanted to show you that someone appreciates you for who you are, not just for what you do or what house you're in. And... because I care about you. A lot."

He paused, gathering his thoughts. "I know I'm not the best with words or grand gestures, but I believe in showing my feelings through actions. That's why I wanted to show you how much I care, in my own way. Whether it's helping you in Potions, making sure you have what you need, or just spending time together like this. It's all because I want you to know you're special to me."

Y/N's heart fluttered at his words. There was a sincerity in his voice that made her believe every word. She felt a mix of emotions—surprise, joy, and a deep warmth she couldn't quite describe.

She reached out, taking his hand. "I had no idea," she admitted, her voice soft. "But... I'm glad. I appreciate everything you've done. It means more than you know."

They sat there, hand in hand, under the vast night sky. Lorenzo's quiet, thoughtful actions had finally come to light, revealing the depth of his feelings. It wasn't about grand declarations or dramatic actions; it was about the little things that showed he genuinely cared. And in that moment, under the stars, Y/N realized just how much Lorenzo meant to her, too.

You Don't Know Me Anymore but that Can Change

Theo x fem reader

Summary: Where Theo neglects his relationship with Y/N due to spending too much time with his friends. Realizing his mistake, Theodore promises to change and starts making efforts to reconnect.

Authors note: I have no clue what to write please send in requests

Word Count: 988

The dim light of the Leaky Cauldron flickered as Y/N sat at the corner table, swirling their drink absentmindedly. The place was bustling, but it felt like they were in a world of their own. They glanced at their watch, sighing as the minute hand inched closer to 8:00 PM. Theodore was late. Again.

Just as Y/N was about to give up, the door creaked open and Theodore Nott slipped inside, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on Y/N. A guilty smile tugged at his lips as he hurried over, planting a quick kiss on their cheek before sitting down.

"Hey, sorry I'm late. Blaise needed help with something," he said, running a hand through his dark hair.

Y/N forced a smile. "It's fine, Theo."

Theodore studied the menu briefly, then closed it with a satisfied nod. "I already know what I want. How about you? You like this place, right?"

Y/N bit their lip, looking away. "I used to."

Theodore's brow furrowed. "What do you mean 'used to'?"

Y/N took a deep breath, finally meeting his gaze. "You don't even know me anymore, Theo. You're always with Blaise or your other friends. We barely spend any time together."

His eyes widened in surprise. "That's not true, Y/N. We're here now, aren't we?"

Y/N shook their head. "One dinner doesn't make up for all the times you've been absent. Do you even know what my favorite drink is? Or how my day went?"

Theodore opened his mouth to respond but closed it again, a look of realization dawning on his face. "I... I guess I haven't been around much, have I?"

"No, you haven't," Y/N replied, their voice tinged with sadness. "You used to be my best friend, Theo. Now I feel like I'm just an afterthought."

He reached across the table, taking Y/N's hand in his. "I'm sorry. I never meant to make you feel that way. I've been so caught up with everything else that I didn't realize how distant I've become."

Y/N's eyes softened, but they didn't pull their hand away. "I miss you, Theo. The real you. Not the one who's always busy with everyone else."

Theodore squeezed their hand gently. "I'll make it up to you. I promise. Let's start over, right here, right now. No more distractions. Just you and me."

Y/N felt a glimmer of hope at his words. "You can change if you mean your word no empty promises."

He nodded earnestly. "I do and I will change, Y/N. Every little detail."

A small smile tugged at Y/N's lips as they finally felt the walls around their heart begin to crumble. "Okay, Theo. Let's start over."

The evening carried on, but this time, it was different. Theodore listened intently as Y/N talked, and for the first time in a long time, they felt truly seen. It wasn't a perfect fix, but it was a start. And that was enough for now.

Days turned into weeks, and Theodore kept his promise. He showed up on time for their dates, texted more often, and made an effort to be present. He started paying attention to the little things, like Y/N’s favorite flowers or the way they liked their coffee.

One Saturday afternoon, Theodore surprised Y/N with a picnic in a secluded part of the Hogwarts grounds. The summer sun bathed the landscape in a warm glow as they settled on a checkered blanket. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves overhead, and the sound of the Black Lake's gentle waves created a soothing backdrop.

Y/N looked around, taking in the thoughtful details. "You remembered I love picnics."

Theodore grinned, a bit of pride shining in his eyes. "Of course. I’ve been paying attention."

They unpacked the basket, laying out sandwiches, fruit, and Y/N’s favorite chocolate-covered strawberries. As they ate, the conversation flowed easily, filled with laughter and shared memories. It felt like old times, and Y/N’s heart swelled with a mixture of relief and happiness.

After they finished eating, Theodore leaned back on his elbows, gazing up at the sky. "I've missed this," he admitted. "Just being with you, no distractions."

Y/N looked at him, their heart aching with a mix of emotions. "I’ve missed it too. But I need to know this isn’t just temporary. I need to know you’re really here for me."

Theodore sat up, taking Y/N’s hand in his. His expression was serious, sincere. "I know I’ve messed up, Y/N. I let my friendships and other things get in the way of what’s really important. You. Us. I’m not perfect, and I’ll probably mess up again, but I promise to always try to make it right."

Y/N studied his face, searching for any hint of doubt or insincerity. All they saw was the boy they fell in love with, the one who made them feel special and cherished. "Okay, Theo. I believe you."

His smile was radiant, filled with relief and joy. "Thank you. I won’t let you down."

The rest of the afternoon was spent in a blissful haze, talking about everything and nothing, simply enjoying each other’s company. As the sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, Theodore wrapped an arm around Y/N’s shoulders, pulling them close.

"This is just the beginning," he murmured. "I want to make new memories with you, ones we can look back on and smile."

Y/N nestled into his side, feeling a warmth spread through them that had been absent for too long. "I’d like that."

And as the stars began to twinkle overhead, they knew that this time, things would be different. They were both ready to put in the effort, to make their relationship stronger than ever. Together, they would navigate the challenges and celebrate the joys, side by side.

Hello! I really love your work 😍 you mentioned about sending requests in so I wondered if you could possibly write something about Theo and reader during the battle of Hogwarts and him trying to protect the reader? I hope this makes sense im sorry English isn’t my first language!

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So Obvious part 2

Theo x fem reader

Summary: Y/n realizes her feelings and mistakes and now comes to Theo to apologize and slowly restart their friendship and maybe become something more.

w/c: 920

The days following Theodore's confrontation with Y/N were agonizingly slow. The weight of his confession hung over him, and the uncertainty of Y/N's response gnawed at his thoughts. He replayed their conversation over and over, wondering if he had been too harsh, too impulsive. His friends noticed the change in him, but they respected his need for space.

In the Ravenclaw common room, Y/N was equally tormented. Theodore’s words echoed in her mind, the raw pain and frustration in his voice a stark contrast to the calm demeanor she had always associated with him. She had always admired Theo’s quiet strength, his unwavering loyalty, and his subtle kindness. She had been so focused on her studies and her own world that she hadn’t seen what was right in front of her.

Determined to make things right, Y/N decided to find Theodore and talk to him again. She needed to understand his feelings better and share her own. She found him in the Slytherin common room, sitting by the fireplace, staring into the flames. Gathering her courage, she approached him.

"Theo, can we talk?" she asked softly, her voice tentative.

Theodore looked up, surprise and a flicker of hope crossing his features. He nodded, gesturing for her to sit down.

Y/N took a deep breath. "I've been thinking about what you said. About how you've been trying to show me how you feel. I’m sorry I didn’t see it. I was so caught up in my own world that I missed the signs."

Theodore's gaze softened slightly, but his expression remained guarded. "I didn't mean to be so harsh, Y/N. I just... I needed you to understand how much this has been affecting me."

Y/N nodded, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I know, and I appreciate your honesty. I’ve been blind to what was right in front of me. But now that I know, I want you to know that I care about you too. More than I realized."

Theodore's heart ached at her words, a mix of relief and lingering pain. "You do?"

"Yes, Theo. I do," Y/N said, reaching out to take his hand. "I just didn't think you'd ever feel the same way about me. I thought you were just being a good friend."

Theodore squeezed her hand gently, a sad smile playing on his lips. "I’ve always felt more than that, Y/N. I’ve just been too scared to say it outright."

Y/N's eyes filled with regret. "I’m sorry I made you feel like you had to hide your feelings. I want to make it right, Theo. I want to try, if you're willing to give me a chance."

Theodore studied her for a moment, his emotions a turbulent mix of hope and hesitation. "It’s going to take time, Y/N. I’ve been hurt, and I need to trust that things will be different."

"I understand," Y/N said softly. "I’m willing to wait, and to show you that I care. You deserve that."

Theodore nodded, his heart swelling with a cautious optimism. "Alright. Let’s take it slow. We can figure this out together."

Over the next few weeks, Theodore and Y/N began to rebuild their relationship, taking tentative steps toward something more. They spent more time together, sharing their thoughts and feelings openly. It was a process of healing and rediscovery, and while it wasn’t always easy, it was worth it.

One evening, as they walked along the edge of the Black Lake, the setting sun casting a warm glow over the water, Y/N looked up at Theodore. "Thank you for giving us a chance, Theo."

Theodore smiled, a genuine warmth in his eyes. "I’m glad we’re trying. I’ve always been a fool for you, Y/N. And I think I’m okay with that."

Y/N laughed softly, leaning into him. "I think I am too."

As they stood there, watching the sun dip below the horizon, they both felt a sense of peace. It wasn’t the end of their journey, but a new beginning. For the first time in a long while, Theodore felt hopeful about the future, knowing that they were facing it together.

Days turned into weeks, and their bond grew stronger. Theodore found himself opening up in ways he had never imagined. The quiet moments they shared in the library, the walks by the Black Lake, and the late-night conversations in the common rooms all became precious memories.

One afternoon, while they were studying in the library, Y/N glanced up at Theo. “You know, Theo, I’ve been thinking about us.”

Theo looked up from his book, curiosity in his eyes. “What about us?”

Y/N smiled softly. “About how we started, how oblivious I was. I’ve come to realize how much you mean to me. How much you’ve always meant to me.”

Theo reached out, taking her hand in his. “I’m glad you see it now. It’s been a long road, but I wouldn’t change a thing if it brought us here.”

Y/N’s eyes sparkled with emotion. “Me neither. I’m grateful for your patience, Theo. For everything.”

Theo leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “You’re worth it, Y/N. Every moment of doubt, every second of frustration. You’re worth it all.”

Y/N’s heart swelled with affection, and she leaned in closer, resting her head against his shoulder. They stayed like that, wrapped in each other’s presence, finding solace in the unspoken words between them.

In that moment, Theodore knew he was no longer a fool. He was simply a man in love, and that was more than enough.

~Dancing around~

Some Google Translated Italian obviously

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The rain was falling softly, turning the grounds of Hogwarts into a misty wonderland. The Slytherin common room was warm and bustling with the chatter of students escaping the dreary weather. However, Theodore Nott was nowhere to be seen. He had slipped out quietly, as he often did, to find solace in the serene beauty of the rainy evening.

Y/N, ever the curious and daring one, followed him. She found Theo standing in the middle of the courtyard, face tilted up to the sky, eyes closed, savoring the feeling of raindrops against his skin. He looked so peaceful, so different from the stoic, guarded boy she had come to know.

Without a second thought, Y/N stepped out into the rain, her laughter breaking the quiet. Theo’s eyes opened, and a slow, genuine smile spread across his face at the sight of her. She twirled in the rain, arms outstretched, inviting him to join her.

“You’re going to catch a cold,” Theo warned, though his tone was more amused than concerned.

“So are you,” Y/N countered, reaching out to take his hand. “Dance with me, Theo.”

He hesitated for only a moment before giving in. With a chuckle, he pulled her close, and they began to sway to a silent melody. The rain fell around them, creating a rhythm that only they could hear. Theo’s hands were gentle on her waist, and Y/N’s fingers entwined with his, the connection between them palpable.

From the shelter of the castle, Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Lorenzo Berkshire, Mattheo Riddle, and Pansy Parkinson watched the scene unfold. They had followed out of curiosity, now standing together in a dry alcove, sharing knowing looks.

“Would you look at that,” Pansy said, her voice a mix of admiration and disbelief. “Theo and Y/N, dancing in the rain. They’re mad.”

“Madly in love, more like,” Blaise added with a smirk, his eyes never leaving the pair.

“Can you blame them?” Mattheo chimed in. “They’ve been dancing around each other for ages. It’s about time.”

Draco crossed his arms, a rare smile tugging at his lips. “I always knew Theo had it in him. He just needed the right person to bring it out.”

Lorenzo nodded, leaning against the stone wall. “Y/N’s perfect for him. She brings out his softer side.”

Pansy sighed dramatically, though her eyes were warm. “They’re perfect together. Makes me believe in all that romantic nonsense.”

Out in the courtyard, Theo and Y/N continued to dance, oblivious to their friends’ commentary. The rain was their curtain, the world their stage, and in that moment, nothing else mattered. Theo leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to Y/N’s forehead, his heart full.

“Thank you, bellissima” he whispered.

“For what?” Y/N asked, looking up at him with shining eyes.

“For this. For you. For everything,a proposito sei stupenda mentre sei bagnata, probabilmente meglio senza vestiti”by the way you look stunning while wet probably better without clothes

She smiled, pulling him closer. “I will take that as a compliment Theo"

"You should bellissima" Theo commented while grabbing her hands.

As the rain continued to fall, the two of them danced on, wrapped up in each other, the rest of the world fading away. And from their dry vantage point, the Slytherin gang watched with smiles and whispered bets about how long it would be before Theo and Y/N realized just how deep their love truly ran.