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Dark Paradise | Theodore Nott

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02. Childhood Crushes

Draco had been running away from Astoria through the castle corridors all morning. Malfoy didn’t hate the girl; he just felt suffocated, and being rude to her was not an option thanks to Y/N.

— Don’t make me be like you, Y/N, please. — the blond whispered to his sister during Transfiguration class. Astoria was staring at him and smiling slightly; he kept his face neutral, trying to eliminate any possibility of pleasing her. — She’s stalking us, and I know you hate it too.

Y/N sighed at her brother's confession; she couldn’t deny he was right, but she decided to ignore him, not wanting to get a reprimand from McGonagall. Being Draco’s sister and a Slytherin already made some teachers pay more attention to her mistakes. Draco noticed that the professor was already watching them from afar and decided to do as Y/N did. The blond was relieved when the class finally ended and chased Y/N through the corridors, but lost sight of her. He headed to the Slytherin common room, finding Parkinson and Mattheo there, deciding they would be his advisors.

— She’s just in love. It’s a phase; she’ll forget about you soon. — Pansy was sitting in one of the chairs, next to Mattheo.

— She’s been in this phase since our second year, haven’t you noticed? — the blond threw himself onto the sofa.

— Why don’t you just give her what she wants? Maybe she’ll forget about you then. — Mattheo spoke up, drawing the attention of both to himself. — Come on, let’s be honest, Draco, she’s not that bad. — He had a mischievous smile on his lips, which made Pansy roll her eyes in disapproval and Draco raise his eyebrows in interest. But the girl was quick to notice his reaction and respond.

— Absolutely not. — she paused, looking at the two with a deadly stare — You’re not going to do that, Malfoy.

And before Draco could respond, Theodore and Y/N entered the common room. The appearance of the two friends who weren’t so friendly before made Pansy and Riddle look at them strangely and mentally note it.

— Do what? — Y/N asked, sitting in the chair next to Pansy, while Theodore just approached the group.

— Sleep with Astoria so she’ll leave you alone. — Mattheo said simply, as if it were something completely ordinary.

— It’s amazing, I leave you alone for a few moments, and you’re already thinking about following Mattheo’s advice? — Y/N smiled and continued. — Now ask him if it works for him.

— Well, this week that Ravenclaw girl knocked on our dorm door again looking for you. — Theodore received a stern look from his roommate.

— See? If you’re with her, it might seem like a chance to like her back. — Y/N added.

— Not to mention that my sister doesn’t deserve to lose her virginity to someone who doesn’t like her. — Daphne appeared from the dormitory stairs, causing everyone there to be startled.

— Well, in that case, let’s have her try with Adrian; maybe they’ll end up liking each other and fitting together, after all. — Y/N stood up, grabbing her bag from the floor, making a move to leave the room, until Pansy let something slip. She didn’t mean to, it just came out.

— Oh, Y/N. You know better than anyone here that Adrian isn’t the delicate type when it comes to that. — and only then did she realize what she had said and whispered — Damn.

— I don’t even want to know what Pansy meant by that, Y/N. — Draco gave a deadly look to his sister, who was now breathing deeply with anger at her friend. Fortunately, it was just the two of them in the common room.

— Great. — Y/N forced a sarcastic smile and left as quickly as she could.

Nott tensed again at the information, not understanding why she would be with the other Slytherin. Moments before his bad mood started in the common room, he and Y/N had been in the library, reading together. In silence, he admired how the sunlight coming through the windows illuminated the girl’s face almost theatrically. Theodore paid attention to every feature of her, her lashes fluttering with each line she finished reading, her lips curling into small smiles when she found something funny, her eyebrows furrowing when she didn’t understand something; everything about her was beautiful and harmonious.

— Theo! — Draco snapped the boy out of his thoughts, bringing back his bad mood. — I’ve been calling you for ages. — he exaggerated, standing up and leaving while mumbling some complaint.

— Where were you, by the way? — Pansy caught Theodore’s attention, who looked at her confused.

— What?

— You and Y/N. You arrived here together, and as far as I know, you were never close. — She dared to insinuate.

— Even if you’re not interested, we were studying in the library, Parkinson. — He left, also annoyed, not giving the girl a chance to respond.

— What got into him? — Daphne asked the remaining friends there.

— He seemed pretty happy when he came in here with Y/N. — Riddle answered, not realizing, but Pansy connected some dots in her mind, which until now could have been mere coincidences, or not.

[…]

The mood was anxious that day with the Winter Ball approaching. Some students were in a panic at the prospect of going to the ball alone. At the Gryffindor table, the Boy Who Lived still had not arranged a date for the event, nor had his best friend, Ronald Weasley. The redhead had always been judged by his close friends and siblings for having a crush on Malfoy’s sister, the boy who had always humiliated them without remorse. According to Ron, she wasn’t like Draco, but he didn’t know that; he only assumed it was true because she didn’t treat them with disdain.

That day, Y/N was receiving many hostile looks from other girls who wanted to go to the ball with Theodore, but certainly, the harshest look was from Hermione Granger.

— I don’t understand why she’s looking at me like that; I don’t remember doing anything to her recently. — Y/N commented quietly to Pansy and Daphne while they were having their last meal of the day in the Great Hall.

— Your brother must have done something. You know that when it comes to the Golden Trio, things always splash onto you simply for being a Malfoy as well. — Daphne replied, and Pansy nodded, while Y/N shrugged; her friends were probably right.

The three friends were heading towards the exit, accompanied by Draco, Blaise, and Mattheo, when suddenly, they were intercepted by Ron Weasley. Draco raised his nose as high as he could, already thinking of the insults he would use against the poor boy, who, just by seeing the blond’s expression, began to regret doing it at that moment. The way Y/N’s friends looked at him wasn’t very different either; their disdainful looks only made Ron more nervous.

— Y/N… — The redhead called weakly. — Could I talk to you for a minute?

— Oh, sure. What’s up? — Y/N was polite, though surprised and curious to know what he wanted to discuss with her. She didn’t realize his need to get away from the snakes surrounding him, so he had to gather every bit of his little courage and use it.

— Well, I was thinking… if you want, of course… about going to the ball with me. — He barely finished the sentence when the girl’s brother let out a loud laugh, and Y/N’s other friends looked at him with even more disdain and hidden laughter behind their hands. Y/N, on the other hand, smiled kindly, feeling sorry for him.

— Oh, Ron, I’m so sorry. But Theodore already asked me to go with him. — Y/N felt a huge pang of guilt; the boy had gathered all his courage, faced the bully that her brother was, and asked her to go with him. — But you should ask Hermione; you’re friends, aren’t you?

— Hermione? Definitely not. She’d have to make an effort to look like a girl. — Ron responded with disdain, trying to hide his frustration at being rejected. Y/N was puzzled by how he talked about the girl who was supposed to be Weasley’s best friend.

Y/N smiled, nodding at his comment, and left with Pansy, Daphne, and Mattheo, while Blaise stayed to keep Draco company, who certainly wouldn’t miss the opportunity to humiliate the boy. Weasley wasn’t quick enough to leave before being alone with Malfoy, and now he would face the consequences.

— Now, seriously, Weasley. Did you really think Y/N, my sister, would go to the ball with you? — the boy said with a cynical smirk and disdain in his eyes. The redhead didn’t reply, just accumulated his anger at going through this. — Not in your wildest dreams would that happen. You’re pathetic.

— Come on, Draco! — Y/N called from further down the corridor.

— Imagine when our father finds out, Y/N. — Draco said loudly in the corridor as he walked towards Y/N with Blaise. The laughter didn’t stop for a second; it was as if they had told the funniest joke of his life. — He’ll die laughing.

As soon as they reached the common room, Draco made a point of telling everyone there about

the recent situation, eliciting laughter from other friends and some confused looks from the unfamiliar first-years.

[…]

The next morning, nothing was talked about at the Slytherin table but the Winter Ball, while at the Gryffindor table, the boy Weasley had his head down while eating. Suddenly, an old owl entered the Great Hall and dropped a box in front of the redhead; all eyes were on him again. Upon opening the package, a ball gown was pulled out, but let’s say it would be more appropriate for a ball in the 1800s, perhaps.

It was inaudible but perceptible, the boy’s indignation. The mocking murmurs quickly followed, especially from the Slytherin table.

— You’d have to dress like our great-grandmother if Weasley took you to the ball. — Draco mocked, making the whole group laugh.

— Stop! — Y/N said, trying to hold back her laughter at her brother’s joke.

— What’s going on? I’m out of the loop. — Theodore asked, but laughed at the commotion.

— Oh, I forgot to tell you yesterday. — Mattheo started — Yesterday, after dinner, as soon as you left, Weasley asked Y/N to the ball. Draco, of course, didn’t miss the chance to make fun of him.

— Can you imagine that, Theodore? — Draco asked, laughing. — Weasley taking Y/N to the ball. And worse, in that outfit. — The blond burst into laughter, joined by his friends.

— What? Draco was with you? — He asked, confused, and Mattheo nodded. — Those Gryffindors really are quite bold. — Theodore chuckled lightly at the situation and turned his attention back to Y/N’s face, who was still laughing at what Draco had said. _______________________________

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Blaise Zabini

You have a bond that everyone envies;

Everyone comments on how you are the definition of "soulmates";

You are the couple that inspires others to believe in true love;

Your friends ask you for love advice;

You have such a deep connection that it seems like you can read each other's minds.

Draco Malfoy

The affection between you was evident in every gesture;

The connection between you was palpable, even in silence;

It was impossible not to notice the undeniable chemistry between you;

Other people felt attracted to the energy you emanated together;

The trust you had when you were together was seemingly unshakable.

Lorenzo Berkshire

You were the example of genuine and pure love;

Everyone saw you as a dream couple;

Your happiness was contagious to those around you;

The simplicity of your love was charming to everyone;

The way you cared for each other was admirable.

Mattheo Riddle

You were always a recurring topic in the hallways;

The jealousy was evident, but no one could ignore the chemistrybetween you;

The most talked about and envied couple in school;

The teachers were often bothered by the intensity of your relationship;

No matter where you were, you always drew attention;

The gossip about the two of you was constant, but it never shook the relationship;

Disapproving looks from teachers who caught you in empty classrooms were also not uncommon.

Theodore Nott

Everyone noticed the intensity of the feeling between you

Many girls felt a pang of envy when they saw you together;

It was impossible not to notice how you completed each other;

The few times Theo showed joy, it was because of you;

Theo's smile was more frequent when you were around;

You were the couple that everyone talked about and admired.

Tom Riddle

You were watched with cautious, if discreet, eyes;

Dumbledore and other teachers showed a special interest in you, given your affinity for dark magic;

You rarely showed affection in public, maintaining an aura of mystery around your relationship;

To outside observers, you seemed indecipherable, hiding your true intentions and feelings.

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Blaise Zabini Fuck, I love everything about you*

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Lorenzo Berkshire Heated libraries* I can love you even in the dark

Mattheo Riddle She’s like me. I would die for her... I would kill for her* Tell your baby that i’m your baby In how many ways can you love him? Real love baby Is your father at home?*

Theodore Nott Profane girl* Platonic loves I know I'll love you Are we bad for that? Summer wine* Can you be my sister?

Tom Riddle The girl who came from hell Loving you forever Do you know her? 'Cause I'm addicted

Dark Paradise || Theodore Nott

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Summary: Since they met, Y/N Malfoy and Theodore Nott have always been in the same social circles, but they were never close. Theodore, Draco's discreet friend who was always present at formal events, maintained an air of mystery that sparked Y/N's interest. At parties filled with alcohol and cigarettes, their conversations stood out for their depth and sincerity, revealing a sensitive and complex side of Theodore, different from the reserved image he presented to others.

As their interactions intensified, Y/N and Theodore began to understand each other in a unique way, sharing dilemmas and dreams. Their meetings, often under the moonlight or in libraries, became a journey of self-discovery and love. However, their emerging feelings faced challenges imposed by society and their own insecurities. Involved in a budding romance, they had to decide if they were willing to risk everything for this bond that flourished in the shadows.

Theodore Nott x Y/N Malfoy

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Prologue 01. Invisible Flirts 02. Childhood Crushes 03. Boy, you wanna come to my hotel, honey? 04. Swan Lake 05. How deep is your love? 06. Eyes on fire 07. Hidden Desires 08. Merry Crhistmas, Teddy 09. Scape 10. Sweet Dreams 11. Hints of jealousy 12. Dark days 13. Unexpected letters 14. Dances and feelings 15. Your halo’s full of fire 16. Friends come before boys 17. How'd it get so scandalous? 18. Holidays, Letters and Passions

T.N. || Profane girl

Summary: You and Theodore have such a deep connection that there's no way you can't always be drawn to each other. Warmings: Smut; +18; betrayal on Y/N's part, but not against Theo. Requests are open!

He hated every scene of that, every touch you received from your boyfriend was like swallowing shards of glass.

Not even Theodore knew when exactly this feeling started. You two were friends from any job during a Spells class, since then, you have done work together, shared readings and cigarettes in the Astronomy Tower. And well, with the proximity, there were also more feelings, which made everything more physical.

The issue that bothered him, however, was his gradual departure, especially when he engaged in a relationship with a student from Corvinal. His boyfriend, the golden boy of his house, was completely envealous by Theodore's proximity to you, and asked him to move away from him for a while. He was not wrong to ask for this, Nott never made a point of hiding the brazen looks from his body, which in turn felt warm every time his eyes met his.

At a party at the Slytherina communal, you were alone, and a moment of weakness changed everything. Next to a stone column, where they talked, you and Theodore kissed. The climate intensified rapidly as the alcohol took effect, making the moment intense and full of emotions. It was just a kiss, abruptly interrupted by you when you became aware of the situation, moving away immediately.

- Damn... - The song still in a loud roar that was starting to bother her. - Sorry... I...

You tried to say something, but you left quickly, without giving Theodore the opportunity to say something. His worried mind began to bubble, afraid of being seen by someone, afraid of what he really wanted.

This was not uncommon, she had already done that before, which made her feel horrible as a person. Every time he kissed Theodore on the Astronomy Tower, or when he sneaked up to his bed at night, it was a weight of guilt that fell on his shoulders.

Simon, his boyfriend, was always having attacks of jealousy of his proximity to Nott, and thanks to the persuasion techniques of the raven, the discussions always ended up with you apologizing him for exaggerating, always taking away from himself a little of the guilt he carried for betraying him.

These discussions usually ended up with you going to bed with Simon, who was average in quality, leading your mind to always try to imagine that it was Theodore unconsciously. However, your boyfriend didn't use to give you time to even imagine something.

In other words, even if he still tried and didn't do that a lot, his mind always traveled to him. Remembering every detail of the boy's body and face that had already given him so much pleasure, and he seemed more willing than ever to do it as soon as you called, but you wouldn't do it. Not again.

After the kiss, you ran to your dorm, still memorizing his hands on your body, using it as gasoline to light the fire that insisted on growing inside you in the intimacy of your room.

[...]

In class that morning, Theodore watched carefully from the last table in the room Simon affectionately caress his back over his shirt. A sweet and serene smile illuminated his face, when the boy leaned over to give a quick kiss on his lips, moments before the teacher entered.

Theodore's impassive eyes met Simon's during class, when he stealthily looked back, capturing Nott's penetrating look on you, who seemed to try to reach her with his gaze. The fury accumulated in Simon when he saw the intensity of that look.

- You should wear longer skirts. - Simon whispered angry in his ear, which stared at him confused.

- What? - You questioned, trying to understand the sudden change in his mood.

Before he could get an answer, Simon got up like a hurricane and left the room, moments before the end of the class. His eyes followed his boyfriend, only to find Theodore's gaze fixed, who leaned his elbows on the table, as if calling you close. And then, you gathered your things quickly, leaving as hurried as Simon. The rapid movement of the short skirt wore, however, caught the attention of Theodore, who longed to see what the fabric was hiding.

During lunch, Simon decided to do drama and did not show up in the big hall. You sat at Slytherin's table accompanied only by Pansy. On the other side, an empty space seemed to wait for Theodore, who didn't take long to take it as his own.

- Mr. Perfection always leaving you alone, doesn't it? - Theodore murmured almost in a whisper, a provocative smile stamped on his perfectly outlined face. You decided to ignore his provocations, just as you ignored the sensations he caused you, which only encouraged his provocation even more. - Oh, are you going to ignore me? Why? Did he ask you for that?

- What do you want? - His eyes have finally turned to him, now very close. The irritation in his words was evident.

- Just talk, love - Nott's way hasn't changed, which made you even more curious. - I miss you, Y/N.

The last sentence made you swallow dry because it had a more serious tone. This could be interpreted in many ways, but it was clear what he meant. His beautiful green eyes seemed to have never lied to you, always crossing your soul with a disturbing clarity.

Her breathing was deep, trying to stay calm as she looked into Theodore's eyes, who seemed to hypnotize her.

- Tell me what you want to talk about, Theodore. I don't have all day. - An attempt to hide the mixture of curiosity and nervousness in your voice.

Theodore leaned slightly closer, the intensity of his gaze making his heart beat faster.

- Why did you run away the last time we kissed? - He asked, his soft voice, but loaded with a painful insecurity. - I thought you had stopped avoiding me.

His eyes blinked in surprise at the direct question. There was a moment of hesitation, the words stuck in his throat, but he knew he needed to be honest.

- That was wrong, Theodore. - He admitted, looking down for a moment before finding his eyes again. - I have a boyfriend now, and kissing you is a betrayal. That should be obvious to you.

Theodore watched you in silence for a moment, absorbing his words, before responding with a malicious and challenging tone.

- Oh, so that's it? - A smile from the corner of your mouth forming. - Curious that you didn't care so much about Simon when you were in my room a few weeks ago.

Theodore's words were a direct blow, and she knew he was right. The internal conflict he felt was stamped on his face. His face flushing immediately when he remembers the things he refreshed in his memory.

- That... That was also a mistake. - Your voice was more trembling now. - I was confused and vulnerable. It shouldn't have happened.

Theodore leaned even closer to you, his gaze fixed on yours, challenging you to deviate from it.

- Maybe, but you didn't seem so confused that night, Y/N. And, honestly, it doesn't seem so confused right now. - Theodore whispered, the soft and engaging voice, you could almost feel him touch you only with the living memory in your mind. - I admit I want you, and I think, deep down, you know what you really want.

A knot formed in his throat. Theodore's words were honest and, in a way, true. Theodore nodded slowly, a small smile forming on his lips.

- I understand, love. You just need some time. - Nott still had a softness in his voice that contrasted with the intensity of his feelings. - I'm willing to wait as long as it takes.

He concluded, his unwavering conviction reflected in his determined eyes. With one last meaningful look, Nott slowly walked away, each step echoing in his racing heart. You stood there, paralyzed, a mixture of conflicting emotions involving you. The whirlwind of thoughts making her even more confused, while trying to process the meaning of Nott's words and the impact they had on her own feelings.

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You could barely move between the full stands of your house. The quidditch game between Slytherin and Corvinal was in full swing, as people shouted and encouraged their players with fervor. The sounds of screams and applause echoed, creating an electrifying atmosphere.

Simon, one of the most skilled players at Corvinal, threw stealthy glances at you whenever possible. His face remained serious, never sketching a smile, as if he was watching you incessantly. The tension in his gaze was palpable, and there was a clear reason for this: Theodore Nott was sitting quite close to you, a proximity that bothered Simon deeply.

- Nervous about the score? - Nott asked, with a casual smile, leaning slightly towards him.

- Of course, it's an important game. - You tried to keep the tone light, despite the tension you felt. - And you, who are you rooting for?

- Ah, always for Slytherin. - Nott said, as if it were obvious, and it was. The eyes shining with a veiled interest. - But I confess that my attention is more focused on something else now.

You felt Simon's gaze fixed as he flew through the heights, increasingly angry. Your attempt to ignore, pretending to be completely immersed in the game did not work, the feeling of Nott's looks on you caused a certain heat that was impossible to dissipate.

- Simon is playing brilliantly today, don't you think? - You tried to change the focus of the conversation. Nott gave an enigmatic smile before answering.

- Simon always plays well, but I think he's more worried about something else now. Maybe with me sitting here. - His eyes turned quickly to Simon, who at the top of the broom, seemed more tense every second. His presence there, next to Nott, was a provocation that was not in his plans, but that was clearly happening. Theodore, however, had a provocative and convinced smile, as if he wanted the raven to see him. - He should be more careful, he can end up being hit if he doesn't look where he should.

- You should focus on the game, Theodore. - Your tone was firm, but it didn't seem to work.

- Maybe, but I prefer to focus on something more interesting. - Theodore's voice was low, but full of intentions, which left everything worse for his body.

You looked away, trying to ignore the growing restlessness within you. The stands continued to vibrate with the energy of the game, but for you, the match was turning into a much more personal battle.

The final minutes of the game were a real roller coaster of emotions. Corvinal's fans exploded in screams every time Simon made an impressive move, while Slytherin fans tried to keep hope alive. Finally, in a quick and precise move, Simon caught the golden knobe, securing victory for Corvinal. The blue and bronze stands erupted with joy, while the Corvinal players hugged and celebrated on the field.

Later that night, the Corvinal Tower was illuminated and full of students celebrating the victory. The music echoed through the walls, and laughter and lively conversations filled the air. And even though it was a Slytherin, you had been invited to the party, of course, but you were apprehensive. You knew that Simon would be there, and after the looks he had cast during the game, you imagined that the night could become tense.

Simon was in the crowd, surrounded by friends, all celebrating and laughing. When he saw her, her smile disappeared and was replaced by a serious expression.

- Can we talk? - He asked, his voice tense despite the noise around.

You nodded, following him to a more isolated corner of the room, already feeling your stomach wrapped up.

- Congratulations on the victory. - His voice had a sweet tone and a slight smile stamped his face, but Simon didn't look the same.

- Thank you. - He responds dryly. - But I think you're more interested in celebrating with Nott, aren't you? - Your frustration grew, making a tired sigh come out of your lips when you heard him.

- Simon, I was just watching the game. He was there, there was no way I could avoid it.

- You could have tried to do something. - He replied, his eyes shining with jealousy. - I saw how he looked at you, and you just leave it.

- I can't control how people look at me! - You exclaimed, trying to stay calm. A few glances already on you in the corner of the room. - And, besides, we are here to celebrate your victory, not to discuss, please.

Simon crossed his arms, visibly unhappy.

- There's always an excuse, doesn't there? I see how he acts close to you, and I don't like it. He wants you, and it seems like you don't care.

- Simon, stop! Of course I care! - You already felt the anger bubble inside you. - But you can't blame me for something I can't control. Theodore is just a colleague, nothing more.

- It didn't look like just that today - He murmured, looking away. - I think you'd better go out, Y/N.

Your forehead frowned and you looked at him, surprised by your decision.

- What? You're not serious... - Your disbelief was clear, but he soon cuts you off once again.

- I am, Y/N. - With a lump in your throat, you turned around and left, ignoring the curious looks of the other students of the party as you hit your shoulders.

His feet walked quickly through the corridors, his heart squeezed in frustration. The party was still far away, but you didn't want to be part of that anymore.

Arriving at the Slytherin commune, his body entered with quick and determined steps, heading towards the dormitory that he knew Theodore would be. You were ready to explode with him, put him against the wall and tell him to permanently move away from you.

When he found him, he was there, leaning against the head of the bed while reading a book. The room had only the presence of the two at that moment, still dark and cold. And then, when he hears the door open and knock, with a provocative smile on his face, he looks up at you. No shame at any time staring at your body.

- Y/N, what a pleasant surprise. - Theodore had an almost convinced smile and a more provocative tone than usual.

You stared at him firmly, his expression making it clear that he was not for games at that moment.

- I'm not here for that, Theodore. - Nott arched his eyebrows, his expression becoming more serious when he noticed the tension on his face.

- Did something happen? - He asked, now genuinely worried as he sat on the end of the bed.

- I need you to get away from me immediately. - Your voice more trembling than you should. - No more looks or suggestive phrases!

Theodore feels the tension of the situation and gets up, going to you.

- Very well, bella, calm down. - His body was close, which made you retreat a step back for fear of betraying yourself and falling into his known temptations.

- Don't call me that.

- Don't be silly, Y/N. You just argued, didn't you? - It was as if he knew everything about what was around his mind. Theodore's voice became lower as he approached her body. - Come on, you know you can trust me.

It was possible to feel the intonation of his words. Simon was right, only an idiot wouldn't see the way he looks at her, everything was clear like the day. Theodore's soft touches on your face, trying to calm you down, but only contributing to your growing electricity.

His body moved away from him little by little until he felt his back slamming against the door, trying to dodge the feelings and sensations that insisted on invading his body.

Until finally the space between the two of you was tiny, enough for Theodore to feel his breath going up and down on his chest.

- I know you miss me too. - Theodore's voice didn't go very far from a whisper as he caressed his face once again, staring at his lips shamelessly. - Let me help you, love, you know I can.

- Theo, stop... - You were completely immersed in the sensations that Theodore's little touches gave to your body, trying to get rid of it. - I can't...

Until finally Theodore leans a little to reach his exposed neck, depositing kisses there, taking his hands to his hips, which in turn, let sighs come out of his lips.

- You can, dear. You just have to let me help you with that. - He still whispers against your skin between kisses and light bites.

Until for a moment, his body let lust take over, taking his hands to Theodore's hair, pulling him for a burning and deep kiss. Nott smiled against his lips as soon as he realized that you were giving yourself to him once again. The bodies even more pressed showed each other how much they wanted each other, and the cold of the room dispersed as soon as the heat of the two flooded the place.

Warm hands spread under the tight dress you were wearing, gathering as much body as he could take in an attempt to kill the longing of every day away from you. A brief and loud laugh came out of his mouth in surprise of being lifted, curling up on Theodore's lap, who gently laid you on the bed while depositing kisses all over his chest as he went down the straps of his dress.

- You are so beautiful. - Theodore purrs and a low moan escapes you when you feel the warmth of your mouth on your lips again. - I missed you so much, love.

His chest felt the same, but it was more difficult than he seemed to admit out loud. Even more so when he had already completely exposed her on his bed, going down her mouth with kisses all over her body, going towards the wet and pulsating place between her legs.

- Damn, all this for me, bella? - A sliding of your fingers over your folds made you arch and a smile open on his face.

- Theo, please... - Theodore, who was quick to introduce the same two fingers into you, causing even more chills and moans.

- What is it, love? Doesn't your boyfriend usually touch you? - The movement that satisfied you before began to stop, and his mouth, which crawled through his nerve point, moved away when his answer did not come. Theodore's voice became more incisive and his movements extremely slow. - Use your words, bella, I asked you a question.

- N-No. - The word came out between one whining and another, making him smile again.

That helped make Theodore even more hungry for what he would cause next. Your mouth returned even more intense to you, making you moan louder.

- Please don't stop. - Head thrown back, arched back, bent legs and fingers between the light brown hair that you loved so much. - I'm so close, please.

That sounded like music to his ears, which, when he felt you squeeze his fingers as he came down from his height, promptly left his clothes, standing above his body, attentive to all the twist of pleasure on his face, while he finally sank into his body, standing still for a few seconds, just enjoying the feeling of her around him.

Louder moans came out of his lips when he began to move, opening his eyes a few times, seeing how perfect Theodore looked above you. He was proud of the mess you were, exasperated and dripping on the sheets as he went in and out in quick and perfectly fitted movements.

The feeling of a new orgasm grew at the bottom of his body, which again squirmed slightly again.

- Theo... - His voice was like a supplication, almost as if asking for more. The malicious and superior look he gave you sent you even more chills. When one of the hands squeezed his neck with a pleasurable force.

- Yes, love, say my name. - A dangerous smile covered Theodore's lips as you poured over him once again. - That imbecile never saw that, did he? He has no idea how to get you to this.

- No, no, no, ... - Hypersensitivity began to take over his body while he continued his movements at the same pace, it was as if he didn't get tired of it.

- Only I can, dear. - It wasn't a question, it was more like a marking of your territory while staring at the place where both bodies connected. - I could give it to you always, bella. I could give everything to you. - The greenish eyes seemed to shine when I said that while staring at her. You felt a different shiver. Was he being romantic while fucking you completely? That wasn't common, but you just loved it.

- I love you. - That came out completely without thinking, completely unconscious and inconsistent with the situation, it came out so low and whispered that you thought he wouldn't listen.

However, his eyes shone even more when he heard that when he captured, even more encouraged to finally reach its end. In some more time in the relentless movements, Theodore took himself out of you seconds before pouring himself over your body.

Tired faces, accelerated breaths like their hearts beating in unison, and bodies completely exhausted. After a quick cleaning session, you leaned back at the headboard, naked bodies under the sheets, a sinuous smoke hovering in the air while sharing a cigarette. Among you, the oppressive weight of silence pressed, waiting for those who would break the void first. _________________________________

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A/N: Guys, in the last post I received something about how the genders were being switched throughout the text. I apologize, as my native language is not English and I believe this switch is occurring at the time of translation, but I am trying to write in a way that this problem is resolved. Kisses. xoxo, bee✨🫶🏼

What is your relationship like? || Slytherin boys

Summary: We saw how other people see you in the previous chapter. Here we will see how things really are.

Warnings: A little spicy on some topics, but nothing so explicit.

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Blaise Zabini

Your relationship with Blaise is really amazing, he is almost the perfect boyfriend;

You've known each other forever, but love only flowed when you got closer in recent years at Hogwarts;

Dating Blaise is knowing that he thinks about marrying you;

He's the kind of boy who plans to have a family with you;

His family has always loved you, and your parents love you as a child;

Of course, he has his flaws. Sometimes he can be a little anxious about the things he wants to do with you;

Never, ever disrespected you in any way;

He would understand if you chose to wait to have any physical intimacy after getting married;

At the beginning of the relationship you were the type who were always together, but over time you were respecting each other's individuality;

He will always be a gentleman with you;

You never had to worry about anything in relation to fidelity, Zabini never left doubts that he loves you more than anything;

He always imposes limits when a girl gets too close. Having colleagues is fine, but it won't get past it;

Blaise is not ashamed that others see how much he loves you;

He is the boy of every girl's dreams, as if he had come out of a romance book.

Draco Malfoy

His problems with Lúcios would certainly splash on you at one time or another;

You would certainly support him in facing his father if necessary;

Draco grew up with you, he has always seen you as a safe haven;

There is no doubt that he loves you, but his insecurity sometimes affects you;

Somewhat possessive when it comes to any Gryffinory;

Although he admires his kindness, he prefers not to exercise his. Something you can't change, but you certainly repudiate;

Narcisa loves you, always praising you and thanking Merlin for her son having found someone so good;

Draco tends to be stubborn, which is sometimes stressful for you;

He would buy you gifts whenever he wanted to apologize;

The fact that he has a slight shame in showing his love for you in public is something that bothers you a little;

Sometimes he exaggerates the jokes in front of his friends, but when you turn back, he stays in a continuous silence until the end of the conversation;

However, he loves to show that you are his when he feels minimally threatened;

You were surprised when you saw that he liked you to guide him during sex;

The golden trio just doesn't like you, even if you didn't do anything to them;

There is no way to blame them, even if you give a sermon on Draco whenever you learn of your insults to others.

Lorenzo Berkshire

Enzo was a sensitive boy, which made him listen to you as much as you needed;

His kindness certainly captivated you;

However, he tends to be too kind to some people in his opinion;

The girls didn't seem to mind flirting with him, it was as if he left them;

He certainly wouldn't betray you, but it was quite easy to put him in some frame like this;

His family didn't like him so much, always very demanding, they wanted someone like Malfoy or Nott;

Too romantic in your mother's opinion;

He was not jealous of anything, or anyone;

We need to tell the truth here, the total absence of jealousy was something you didn't like so much;

He was your best friend;

He certainly wouldn't yell at you, nor would he offend you;

Enzo was not ashamed to shout to the four winds that he loved you;

He has always been completely yours.

Mattheo Riddle

Mattheo approached you little by little. Being the sister of one of his best friends didn't make things easier for him;

Discussions were quite common, almost always resolved in sex;

Jealousy definitely existed on both sides;

A lot of jokes, you would create wrinkles from laughing so much at the silly things he says;

Always protecting you from his family as much as I could;

Your parents are definitely not Mattheo fans, but that just made everything more fun for you;

Mattheo was intelligent, he just didn't try very hard;

You encourage him to do the lessons of the class correctly;

The parties were definitely more fun with him;

The language of his love was certainly a physical touch;

He loved your body, it was as if nothing was more beautiful than you;

Even if other girls risked flirting with him, it was all in vain, Riddle never cared to look at them back;

His love for you was incalculable, completely devout;

If you wanted and were of this kind of person, you could manipulate your boyfriend easily, he believed in you a lot;

Flitting with you was completely out of the question for other boys, Mattheo was aware of that;

He takes care of you when you cross the line with alcohol;

The first time you had sex was in a broom closet, it was definitely not romantic, but it was wonderfully pleasurable;

Quickies were very common.

Theodore Nott

He saw you for the first time when they were still children. You ran away to the Nott Mansion library during a very boring dinner between your families;

They grew up together, he was always in love with you;

Completely devoted to your relationship;

Prefer to spend the nights with you than to go to noisy parties;

When you go to parties, it was always with you by the side. Never alone;

You admire him so much, all the things he did were great;

Theodore used to help you with schoolwork, always very focused on classes;

Not ironically, the first cigarette he smoked was with you in the astronomy tower;

Your families already had everything planned for their future, but you only thought about what it would be like to escape and travel together;

Formal dinners during the holidays suddenly became more interesting;

His mother would certainly be proud of who he became;

Theo's face was almost always expressionless, but with you he was almost always smiling;

The gifts he gave you were always significant;

He was jealous, even if he didn't show so much not to seem too possessive;

He may seem quiet, but make no mistake, the sex was definitely hot;

Nicknames in Italian always melted his heart;

Provocations were quite common, but very discreet.

Tom Riddle

You had more in common than it seemed;

Tom was quite obstinate in what he wanted, he wouldn't let anyone get in his way;

He didn't use to demonstrate in public, that was a fact, but he wasn't a completely cold boy either;

His favorite moments were when he lay down on his body and heard his heart beat at a comforting pace;

His family loved him from the beginning. He knew how to be polite and charismatic when he needed to;

He seemed so respectful of you in front of his parents, they barely knew that you had already been completely corrupted;

Teachers used to keep an eye on you and your interests;

He was the darling of the teachers for his apparently interested and innocent way, but some teachers did not let themselves be fooled by this manipulation, distrusting him and you;

Tom was determined to take you with him wherever he went;

Even if people didn't gossip clearly about you, there were buzz about what it would be like;

What attracted Tom to you was how he saw himself in you;

You weren't as innocent as you seemed to be, and he loved it;

There were only two things he would never give up in life: Power and you.

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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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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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B.Z. || Fuck, I love everything about you

Summary: A silly argument and your pride keep you apart during the holidays. Your solution was to tease him until the last minute. Warnings: Smut, +18, teasing, oral sex.

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Blaise had never acted that way. Throughout the relationship, you have never spent so much time without talking to each other. However, now things were different.

It all started with a silly argument on the train back home on the summer vacation. It was a good few weeks without exchanging a word, which was totally out of the ordinary for you. This situation made you think that he would break up with you as soon as they arrived at the station again.

The fact that you thought you were not wrong in the discussion contributed to the fact that you did not go to him either, and the pride between you became an increasing barrier.

With the return to school approaching, the expectation of seeing him again cheered you up and made you anxious. You couldn't help but think about what could happen. Would he say anything? If so, what would you say? Would I treat you normally? It was impossible to predict, and these uncertainties tormented you.

On the day of the return, he was there, walking on the train behind Draco, with his haghful posture and distracted look. You felt your heart tighten when you saw him, but soon looked away at Pansy, who was waiting for you at the door of the train. She smiled wide when she saw you approaching, but the forced smile and slightly worried eyes made it clear that she knew that her romantic drama still persisted.

- Haven't they solved it yet? - It was the first thing she said when she hugged you. During the holidays, you had told your friend about the fight, and she assured that Blaise would soon go back, after all, he was completely devoted to you.

- No. - You answered quietly, feeling your voice choke. Separating yourself from Pansy, you followed her into the cabins.

- Let's go to another cabin. Come. - Parkinson pulled his hand firmly, leading it through the agitated students who filled the corridor. The sound of laughter and conversations seemed distant as you let yourself be carried away, lost in your own thoughts.

Upon entering an empty cabin, Pansy closed the door and pulled the curtains, creating a small refuge from the chaos of the train. She sat in front of you, her eyes shining with curiosity and concern.

- Tell me everything. - She said, the soft and encouraging voice.

You started telling her detail by detail, from the little discussion on the train to the prolonged silence that followed. I watched her reaction to each word, noticing how she frowned at times and nodded slightly on others, always keeping her eyes fixed on you.

In the end, Pansy smiled as if the answer was obvious, which left you intrigued.

- What is it? - You asked, feeling your stomach turn with anxiety.

- When you told me they had fought, I thought of something a little more... seriously. - She mocked, a soft laugh escaping from her lips. You couldn't help laughing either, although the concern was still there.

- That's serious! - You exclaimed, but Pansy just laughed in response.

- I didn't know Zabini could be so stubborn with something so small. - She commented, and you rolled your eyes, a smile trying to form on your lips. - Ah, Y/N, come on. This is something very simple to solve. - She said, the confidence in her voice was almost contagious.

- I won't apologize, I wasn't wrong. - You argued, crossing your arms in defense. Pansy sighed and rolled her eyes dramatically.

- You won't apologize, just use some of her feminine gifts. - She cast a malicious look, arching an eyebrow in a suggestive way.

- Pansy, we are not exactly the kind of couple that solves problems with sex. - You answered, your voice a little firmer, although the idea made your face warm up slightly.

- It's okay, but look, this is not something serious to the point that you deny what sex it would solve, wouldn't it? - She smiled, leaning a little forward. - It always works for me.

You reflected on that, your mind coming back the last time you were together, before the fight. His touch, his intense look... maybe Pansy was right. Maybe pride could be put aside for a moment, just enough for you to reconnect.

- I don't know, Pansy... - You comment, feeling insecure, but Pansy insists, your determined gaze.

- Just try. Soon he will be after you again, apologizing for things he didn't even do, and you will thank me. - Parkinson gave a wink, a convinced smile on his lips, finally convincing you. - Let's start right now!

- What? No, he's with Draco there. - You argue, trying to imagine the embarrassing scene that would unfold. But Pansy was already getting up, a determined expression on her face.

- You're not going to climb his lap or anything like that, Y/N. - She rolls her eyes, as if the idea was too obvious. - You're going to innocently sit next to your boyfriend with your short skirt.

She fakes an innocent look as she begins to rummage inside her bag, her agile fingers pushing books and jars of potions to the side until she finds what she was looking for. With a victorious smile, Pansy removes a uniform skirt a little shorter than the one you usually wear, displaying it as if it were a rare piece.

- Wear this. - She orders, extending the skirt to you.

You take the hesitant skirt, watching the fabric while your mind imagines the scene: you entering the cabin, Blaise looking up when he sees you, the short skirt attracting your attention. Your heart rockets just thinking about it.

- Pansy, that's crazy. - You murmur slightly excited, but a part of you already feels tempted. Pansy always had a way to push you out of your comfort zone.

- Trust me, Y/N. - She says, her eyes shining with excitement. - It's going to work.

You change your clothes and finish dressing, feel a little exposed, but a confidence that Zabini would give in to this was something that encouraged you.

- Now, let's go. Merlin, I can't wait to see his face. - Pansy smiles, guiding you back to the hallway.

When they finally reach the cabin, you see Blaise and Draco talking. Blaise looks at you immediately and, for a moment, his gaze is fixed on the skirt. You enter the cabin, trying to act as naturally as possible, although the heart beats hard in the chest. When sitting next to him, the warmth of his body so close makes a shiver run through his skin. The environment seems to vibrate with the proximity, every detail becoming sharper.

You greet, the voice calm and familiar, as if nothing was happening. You cross your legs slowly, allowing the skirt to rise a little more, leaving your thighs on display.

Blaise responds with a stuffy "hi", but you notice the tension in your body. His gaze deviates from his eyes to his thighs scattered on the seat, quickly returning to his face as if he didn't want to be caught looking.

While the conversation flows between the friends who enter the cabin, you remain calm, apparently oblivious to the effect you are causing on him. Draco, Theodore and Lorenzo talk about the holidays, laughing and exchanging stories, but Blaise seems distant, the look getting lost in you at every opportunity.

Pansy sat in front of you, watching everything with a malicious smile. She realizes the impact of your strategy and gives you a slight nod of approval. You keep the conversation casual, playing with friends and smiling, as if you didn't notice the way Blaise struggles to concentrate.

He adjusts his posture several times, clearly uncomfortable, trying to focus on others, but his eyes betray the attention that is on you.

When you lean slightly to pick up a candy from Draco, which was at the tip of the front accents, Blaise almost loses his composure. Your eyes follow the movement of your waist, and you notice at a glance the swallowing of him dry.

You pretend not to notice, keeping your expression carefree. Inside, he feels a mixture of triumph and anxiety, waiting for the moment when he will finally give in and take the initiative to solve the situation between you.

With every laugh shared with friends, the tension seems to increase, creating a silent game between you and Blaise. He knows that you are there, more present than ever, and you feel that, soon, he will no longer be able to resist.

During part of the trip, you leaned your head on his shoulder and fell asleep, your fingers delicately intertwined around his arm. The familiarity of this gesture brought a silent relief to his heart. Despite the stubbornness and silence between you, you knew that he still loved you and took care of you when necessary.

Feeling the soft heat of his body against his, Blaise looked down, watching his legs slowly relax in his sleep. Worried that relaxation could expose more than necessary, he took his coat and carefully covered his legs, adjusting it to ensure that you were comfortable and preserved.

He couldn't help but appreciate the proximity, the feeling of his body resting on his. Every beat of his heart seemed to echo in the silence of the cabin. The torture of not having seen you for so long consumed him, and now, with you there, wearing the shortest skirt possible, as if everything was perfectly fine.

Blaise observed his calm face, the features softened by sleep. He allowed himself a moment of vulnerability, studying every detail, from the eyelashes that rested on his cheeks to the slight movement of his breathing.

The arrival at Hogwarts was marked by the familiar buzz of students getting off the train and heading to the castle. The night was cool, and the moon shone brightly, illuminating the way to the carriages pulled by testralliums. Blaise and you went down together, but the tension between you was still palpable. You, however, kept happy, talking excitedly with Pansy and the other friends.

Upon entering the Main Hall, the environment was illuminated by thousands of floating candles, and the long tables were already full of hungry students. They sat at Slytherin's table, you on one side, Blaise on the other, and the friends around. Dinner started with the sound of laughter and conversations echoing through the hall.

While you laughed and talked to Pansy and Draco, Blaise seemed quieter, focused on his plate. He looked at you from time to time, a mixture of frustration and fascination in his eyes. Every laugh of his seemed like a reminder of how much he missed you, and the tension he carried bothered him more every minute.

You, on the other hand, were completely at ease, smiling and having fun. The presence of your friends, the familiarity of Hogwarts and the proximity of Blaise, even if tense, gave you a sense of comfort.

In a moment, while you laughed at a joke Pansy told, she leaned over to you and whispered excitedly:

- I said it would work. - she said, her eyes shining with satisfaction.

You glanced at Blaise, who looked away quickly, trying to disguise it. A malicious smile appeared on your lips, and you went back to talking to Pansy, satisfied with the progress.

- He's still not apologizing for things he didn't do. - You mock and Pansy laughs discreetly, approaching you again and whispering.

- That's just a matter of time, believe me!

The dinner continued, and although Blaise was still tense, you knew it was only a matter of time until he finally broke the silence. You felt that, little by little, pride and stubbornness were giving way, and the inevitable proximity of Hogwarts would do the rest.

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In the days that followed, Blaise thanked Merlin for not wearing those short skirts that made him lose his mind so much. Of course, your beauty always caught his attention, but it was easier to ignore when you wore ordinary clothes. However, he underestimated his determination.

You realized that it seemed perfectly calibrated with the persistent distance between you, that instability you caused on the train had already dissipated. This required a new attack on your part. Blaise talked to you only when necessary, and, well, you were partners in most classes, which made the teachers put you together in most schoolwork. You decided that you would use this to your advantage, ready to make him beg for you.

In the Potions class, you approached him with a provocative smile, sitting next to him and letting his soft and sweet perfume invade the space between you. When preparing the ingredients, you leaned a little more than necessary, while your hands moved gracefully over the materials.

During class, you made a point of "accidentally" letting your knee touch his under the table. Every little physical contact made your heart accelerate, and you saw the internal struggle in your eyes, trying to maintain your composure.

- Is it okay if we do this lesson in my dorm? - You ask with a calculated innocence.

Blaise's dark eyes finally meet hers, a mixed expression of frustration and understanding crossing her face. He knew exactly what you were doing, and the tension between you was palpable.

- Why don't we do it in the library? - He suggests, trying to maintain a neutral tone.

You tilt your head slightly, an innocent smile playing on your lips.

- Well, because we're boyfriends. What's the problem with being in a more comfortable place? - You insist, the mischievous look fixed in his eyes.

Blaise hesitates for a moment, the conflict evident in his expression before he finally gave in with a resigned sigh.

- All right, in your dorm then. - He agrees.

The smile you give you is full of satisfaction, knowing that once again you managed to break your defenses. The class continues, but the expectation of what is to come hangs between you, making every second more intense and electrifying.

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The way to his room was a constant battle for Blaise to keep calm. His steps were heavy, and he took a deep breath at every moment, trying to focus on the pride that was still present. The hope of finding Pansy in the room and avoiding more provocations on his part was the only thing that gave him some relief.

When he finally arrived at the door of his bedroom, he hesitated for a moment before turning the handle. When he opened the door, what he found made his heart accelerate instantly. Your dark eyes fixed on you, still in uniform, but with an appearance that provoked an avalanche of emotions.

The shirt was partially unbuttoned, revealing a glimpse of your skin, and the skirt, already a little shorter due to the position you were in, seemed out of place, almost as if you were trying to adjust to your body. You were lying on the bed, with your legs bent and your back resting against the headboard, a relaxed and provocative look on your face.

The scene in front of him was enough to cause a whirlwind inside Blaise. The effort to maintain control and not give in to provocation was visibly challenging. The atmosphere was charged, and the desire he tried to repress seemed almost palpable. He forced himself to enter the room, his face a mixture of frustration and desire, while trying to deal with the impact of the vision in front of him. The way to his room was a constant battle for Blaise to keep calm. His steps were heavy, and he took a deep breath at every moment, trying to focus on the pride that was still present. The hope of finding Pansy in the room and avoiding more provocations on his part was the only thing that gave him some relief.

- Hi, love. - You said with an innocent smile, a mischievous glow in your eyes that made Blaise shudder. - Sit down.

- I thought we were going to do the job. - Blaise replied, trying to keep her voice firm as she approached the bed and left the books on the mattress.

- I'm already doing it. - You wave the book in your hand as you sit on your heels with the intention of getting closer to your boyfriend. - Aren't you going to sit down, dear?

- Y/N, I know exactly what you're doing. - Blaise threw a severe look, trying to maintain seriousness, but his voice would betray his internal struggle.

You pretended not to understand, your smile just increasing.

- What is it, B? - You get too close for him. Your puppy eyes and the nickname that only you could use almost melting it completely. - You seem very tense.

- Don't pretend innocence with me, dear. - Blaise murmured, trying to keep his gaze steady while you ran your hands gently over his back. - I know you very well.

He sat at the end of the bed, as far away as possible, but you didn't hesitate to shorten the distance. The touch of his hands against his back caused him to look away to the side, struggling to pull himself together as his resistance began to give in.

His lips reached his neck, his nails scratching him slightly as they move the collar away to make room for his soft lips.

- I want you so much, love. - Your hot breath hits the skin of his neck in a whisper, making him shiver. - Please...

Blaise's breathing gets heavier, turning her body to you abruptly, grabbing your waist with a certain force and looking deep into your demonic eyes now.

- The things I would do to you if I had simply apologized. - His voice was lower, and his face very close to yours made his heart beat in anxiety.

That would be terrible for you, it was difficult to deny your boyfriend when he was so close to your body after so many weeks, just settling for memories. But he would beg even more if you focused on your initial plan.

Anyway, he started kissing her himself. A warm kiss with a wide longing. His well-known hands finally ran through his body, going directly to his skin below the fabric of his blouse. He smiles during the kiss when he hears a small sigh coming out of his lips in response to the chills he caused you.

Blaise pulled your body to sit on his lap, and so you did. Her legs were placed next to his, while her warmth approached the place where her boyfriend's pants became tighter. His hips moved, crawling over the hardness below you, making him moan muffled during the kiss, while the hands that were on his waist went to his thighs, climbing under his skirt.

- Damn short skirt. - He curses next to your ear while taking light bites on your neck.

You just smile in response, raising his face again to face his beautiful brown eyes even darker by desire. After a few seconds of admiration for her beauty, her lips come together again.

You start to get up, mentioning that you would move away, but Blaise's hands are faster and pull you with all their strength against you again. You smile and break the kiss to whisper.

- Don't you want me to apologize to you? - His provocative look gave him the answer he was looking for, smiling in reaction as he saw you kneel on the floor in front of him at the end of the bed.

His nails scratched him slightly on the fabric of the dress pants he wore, as he climbed his hands to the leather belt around Blaise's hips. He just watched his movements, completely devout and hypnotized, as Pansy assured.

When you finally opened the zipper and button, his hips lifted slightly so that you could pull the fabrics that surrounded you to get where you wanted. After releasing him, his hand went immediately to him, observing with bright eyes the way a transparent liquid was already forming on his tip.

His tongue dragged slowly along his entire length, leaving him more and more agitated and anxious to have you around him. Your eyes never leave his, just to capture the heavy sighs he gave when you put him whole in your mouth at once.

- Shit... - Blaise curses, bringing his eyes to you again, taking a hand to your hair, pushing you against it faster and faster.

Your movements don't waver even for a moment. You know him so well... Well enough to know that he was closer than ever now. The choking on his throat was just more fuel for him.

However, when he was about to pour himself into you, his mouth releases him abruptly. Blaise's confused eyes and face face his body to get up. His face had a victorious smile as he approached him, pecking his lips quickly.

- What? You didn't think I would really apologize, did you? - Your mischievous smile challenged him, leaving the boy in front of you frustrated and angry.

- What... What do I do with it? - He refers to himself.

You simply shrugged with an expression of someone who said "Solve you".

- You should get dressed, love. Pansy will be here soon. - You say as you enter the bathroom, knowing that you left him more possessed than ever.

You just heard him slamming the door of his room with more anger every second. In the hallway, Pansy found him with an unfriendly face, with decided steps as he closed his belt. A low laugh was given by her when she remembered that her plan worked out.

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A/N: Dear friends, I hope you enjoyed it. I didn't find many imagines about Blaise, and I love him too much to leave him out. Anyway, I apologize for any translation errors and I would like to take this opportunity to ask you to send me more requests for imagines and headcanons. Let your mind flow without shame, I'll wait for you in my inbox!!

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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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T.N. || I know I'll love you

Summary: Time has built a painful distance between you and Theodore, but the love between the two of you seems to attract you to each other like a magnet.

Warning: Just very romantic and a little sad.

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His relationship with Theodore always seemed to be the epitome of the perfect romance in the eyes of everyone around. Since childhood, your souls seemed to be intertwined, and the magic that emanated from you was palpable. Your love flourished in adolescence with the promise of a future together, fueled by the acceptance of your families and the security of a shared destiny.

But then, as if the universe had turned against the beauty of its history, Voldemort's ascension plunged Hogwarts into an inescapable darkness. The presence of the Dark Lord haunted every corner of the castle, and the shadow of his influence extended to the hearts of the children of his followers. Theodore was no exception. In charge of fulfilling Voldemort's own orders, he was assigned to follow Draco Malfoy as a bodyguard, a silent watchman of his duties.

The distance between you began to expand like a painful and irreparable fissure. Visits to your room, once so frequent, have become rare and impersonal. The stealthy exits that were once dedicated to secret encounters and suits were now only brief appearances before he disappeared again to fulfill his dark obligations. Theodore seemed to change before his eyes, his brightness, once so vibrant, slowly fading out, leaving a disconcerting emptiness in the place of love that once warmed him.

You tried everything to recover the Theodore you knew and loved, but your efforts were in vain. The moment of greatest desolation came when the black mark stamped on his forearm, a cruel symbol of his loyalty to the Dark Lord. The pain of this moment was accentuated by the distance that Theodore created between you, moving away until your encounters became non-existent and your looks in the corridors stop. You, who were once inseparable, now saw yourself as strangers in a scenario that once seemed to be your refuge.

The war does not ask for permission from lovers or families; it simply invades and wreaks havoc. For you, the war brought a painful and abrupt separation. Your parents, fearing for your safety and the emotional impact that the war was causing, decided to send you away, a desperate escape to safeguard what was left of your innocence.

Since that day, your mind and heart have never left Hogwarts. The memory of Theodore and the anguish for the loss of his old life kept his chest tight and his spirit in constant restlessness. Time has passed, and even though the news that Theodore was well was a small consolation, it was still a light in the darkness, a thread of hope that you used to try, despite all the difficulties, to move on.

With the fall of Voldemort, your family decided it was time for you to get married, and so did a few months after the devastation. Alistair Blackwood was the chosen one, a young man a few years older, who his parents considered a good match for you. He seemed to be a viable option, but your marriage to him was marked by a kind of cold cordiality, an emotional distance that you struggled to fill, but never really managed to overcome.

Alistair, despite his good intentions, could not completely hide the pain of knowing that his heart still belonged to Theodore. He realized this at a particularly painful moment: one day, when he found his diary abandoned on a table in the library of his vast mansion, he read his old words, the descriptions of the love you felt for Theodore. Every page, every word, hit him like a sharp blade, revealing a wound that he did not know existed, but that now hurt deeply. Sadness and resignation filled his eyes when he realized that, despite his attempt to build a new future, the past still maintained a cruel squeeze on his heart.

For Theodore, the world became a stage of pain and desolation after the war. Every time his eyes crossed the corridors of Hogwarts, it was a painful reminder of the absence that his presence had become. The act of pretending not to see you, of maintaining a facade of indifference while feeling a devastating loss inside, slowly corroded him. That daily act of self-sufficiency was like a constant torment, a constant reminder of what had been torn from him.

When the war reached its climax, and chaos ravaged the castle, Theodore could not avoid the emptiness that swet on him after his departure. The absence of his presence by his side, the absence of love that once illuminated his days, made him feel lost, as if he were sailing aimlessly in a sea of uncertainty and despair. Every day without you was a silent fight, a battle against the sadness that seemed to spread throughout every aspect of your life.

The news of his marriage to Alistair Blackwood was an even more devastating blow. The impact of this revelation was so strong that he could hardly deal with the reality that the future he had dreamed of next to him had been completely undone. The pain was not only emotional, but almost physical, a weight that crushed him from the inside as he struggled to maintain his composure and rebuild what was left of his family name. Theodore tried to stand firm, but the truth was that, every day, the feeling of defeat and loss seemed to deepen.

Secretly, Theodore dedicated himself to the search for you. He searched the newspapers, anxiously observing any mention of the last name Blackwood, hoping to find some clue, some indication of where you could be. Every time you read a news story, your heart beat faster, a silent hope lit up only to be crushed by the reality that you were not there. The pages of the newspapers became a reflection of his endless search, and every time he did not find his name, the discouragement deepened. Theodore felt like he was running after a ghost, desperately trying to fill the void you had left in your life.

However, his hopes grew with the arrival of a certain invitation.

Draco and Astória's wedding was a stunning event, a glimpse of the past amid the elegance of the present. The hall was magnificently decorated with white and golden flowers, and the orchestra played classic melodies that enveloped the environment with an aura of nostalgia and sophistication. The conversations were soft, and the joy of the reunion with old friends filled the air.

You felt warmly welcomed by friends you haven't seen in a long time. Pansy and Blaise were the first to approach, their expressions revealing a mixture of longing and happiness. Pansy wrapped you in an affectionate hug, while Blaise greeted you with a genuine smile. The return to that known world, even if only for one night, was a balm for your soul.

The most anticipated moment of the night, however, was about to happen without you noticing. Theodore, with a presence that seemed to fill the space around him, arrived at the party. Your gaze was immediately attracted to you, and although you did not notice your observation, Theodore saw it in a way that no one else could understand.

For Theodore, the sight of you, radiant in an elegant dress, was like a direct blow to the heart. Time seemed to stop as he watched her, and the world around him faded. His expression carried a mixture of surprise and a deep longing, a reflection of the emotions he had kept so carefully since the last time they met. The pain of separation, the weight of memories and the love he never managed to erase were now evident in his eyes.

Alistair, your husband, was attentive to the dynamics of the party and noticed the intensity with which Theodore watched you. Alistair's reaction was subtle, but noticeable. He felt a wave of restlessness when he saw Theodore's fixed gaze and the way he seemed to absorb every detail of his. It was a look that conveyed more than words could express, a connection that seemed to challenge time and distance.

As the party continued with his charming music and waltz dance, Theodore kept his gaze on you, every gesture and smile of him capturing your attention in an almost hypnotic way. In his eyes, there was a melancholic sadness, a reflection of the pain he carried for being separated from you and the desire for a connection that had never completely disappeared. He watched you interact with your friends, every laugh and gesture he shared with them evoking memories of a simpler and happier time.

Alistair noticed the growing tension and, although he tried to maintain his composure, he could not ignore the silent rivalry that seemed to hover in the air. Theodore's presence was a constant reminder of the complexity of his own feelings and the shadow that the past still cast on his present. The party, with all its joy and celebration, contrasted with the internal whirlwind that Theodore and Alistair faced, a silent battle of emotions and unresolved memories.

The wedding was in full swing, and the hall continued to be filled with the soft melody of the orchestra and the lively whispers of the guests. The brightness of the lights reflected in the eyes of those present, but nothing seemed to overshadow the subtle tension that unfolded in the air between you, Theodore and Alistair.

At one point, Alistair, with a carefully calculated gesture, approached you, with the clear intention of affirming your presence and that of your marriage. His gaze was firm and safe, and he took the initiative to position himself next to you, wrapping you in a friendly hug and talking excitedly about the details of the party. Alistair's intention was evident: he wanted to make it clear to Theodore, without words, that his place next to him was occupied.

And it worked. Theodore, who was at a reasonable distance, felt the change in the environment. When encountering his gaze occasionally with Alistair's, the sad glow in his eyes became a little colder, almost as if an invisible barrier had erected between him and the woman who still occupied such a deep place in his heart. The few moments when their eyes crossed were loaded with a palpable tension, a reflection of the pain and loss that they both carried, although in different ways.

You, oblivious to the silent battle that unfolded, continued to get involved in the conversations and hugs of reunion. The environment was full of joy and celebration, and you did the best you could to get involved in the festivity. However, the presence of Theodore and the subtlety of Alistair's behavior added a complex layer to his experience of the night, a constant reminder that, even in the midst of the celebration, the past and his unresolved emotions were always present.

As the party progressed, the feeling of a silent rivalry grew, and the moments when his eyes crossed with Theodore were loaded with a melancholy that you could not fully understand. Alistair, on the other hand, was attentive to every nuance of the situation, trying to balance the need to show his position with the silent understanding that Theodore's presence was a painful reminder for everyone involved.

The salon was charming. Shimmering lights were reflected in the crystals of the chandeliers, and the dance floor was full of elegantly dressed guests, sliding gracefully to the sound of the waltz. Among the groups of friends and acquaintances, you and Pansy met in a corner, watching the scene with a mixture of nostalgia and pleasure.

Alistair, realizing the need for a break, walked away momentarily, leaving you alone with Pansy. The lively murmur of the party filled the environment, but his gaze met that of Theodore, who approached with a silent determination and a familiar glow. Pansy, noticing the increasing tension, decided to withdraw with a quick "I'm going to get something to drink", leaving you and Theodore alone.

- Y/N! - Theodore's voice resonated with the same melody you had kept in your memory, making your heart accelerate. His feelings clashed in a whirlwind of emotions.

- Hi, Theo. - You tried to smile, but the trembling in your voice denounced your nervousness. - How are you?

- I'm fine. - Theodore paused, his eyes fixed on you with a depth that seemed to go through the years of separation. - You look beautiful, as always.

- Thank you. - Your voice came out softly, and you looked away for a moment, drowned in feelings. - And you? What have you been doing? - The question was an effort to probe your life, and perhaps your most recent feelings.

- Oh, well, I've been dedicating myself to my family's business since... since it all happened. - Theodore smiled slightly, a smile that seemed to carry the pain of a shared past.

- I understand. And have you liked it? I remember you used to say you would never do that. - You smiled gently, and the warmth of your smile warmed Theodore's chest, like a comforting memory of times gone by.

- Yes, of course. - Theodore laughed slightly. - At that time, I didn't understand the importance of some things. So, disregard some of the things I said. - Your sentence carried an emotional weight that you both understood, creating a subtle tension between you.

The conversation flowed, initially recalling the good moments of the school, bringing a brief relief to the tension. But Theodore seemed determined to reopen old wounds.

- Y/N, I know I shouldn't bring this up, but I feel like I need to apologize for the way I handled things a few years ago. I was just a boy and... - He looked away, and you interrupted him gently.

- Theodore, don't apologize. Everything is fine. I understand... - Your eyes met again, offering a comforting smile. But before the conversation could continue, Alistair reappeared by his side.

Alistair approached, putting an arm around his waist in a protective way, while his gaze fixed on Theodore. Theodore's frustration was visible, a reflection of the tension that now permeated the environment.

- Oh, Theodore, this is Alistair, my husband. Sorry we didn't introduce ourselves before. - His smile was kind, but the tension between the two men was palpable.

- It's a pleasure to meet you, Theodore. - Alistair's voice was firm and controlled, as he reached out for a squeeze. Theodore responded with a polite gesture, but the coldness in his eyes could not be disguised.

- Would you like to dance, dear? - Alistair turned to you, and you nodded with a smile.

- Of course. - You answered, but before you walked away, you said: - It was great to see you again, Theo. - The nickname, combined with the sparkle in your eyes, brought a sincere smile to Theodore's face. The flame of hope in his eyes lit up, even as he watched you move away, sliding among the dancing guests, like a living memory of a love that never went out.

After that night at the wedding of Draco and Astória, the flame of passion between you and Theodore seemed more alive than ever. It was as if the brief encounter full of emotions had rekindled a feeling that, despite the years away, never completely extinguished. Theodore became increasingly determined to get closer to school friends, especially because he knew that, by attending these meetings, he would have the chance to see her again.

The cycle of dinners and meetings between long-time friends has become a new routine for Theodore. Each social event offered an opportunity for him to be close to you, to observe from afar, and to feel, even in small doses, the presence he had missed for so long. He was not the only one to seek reconnection; you also attended these events with a renewed hope, a silent desire to rediscover the one who has always occupied a special place in your heart. The atmosphere of the dinners was always vibrant, a mixture of laughter and conversations that evoked memories of the past. His presence at these events became a reflection of his desire to restore something that was lost.

With each new encounter, his heart beat in the expectation of seeing Theodore, and every time he appeared, it was as if time had stopped. There was an intensity in the air, an almost palpable electricity, which was only amplified by the way he looked at you, with a mixture of hope and repressed desire. The feeling that something significant was about to happen hovered over these encounters, an invisible thread connecting the past to the present.

Alistair, her husband, always accompanied him at these dinners. He made a point of reaffirming his presence by his side, something that Theodore observed with a mixture of resignation and hope. Alistair seemed to understand the value of these encounters and, although it was a constant support, his role also carried a certain degree of unspoken tension. Lately, Alistair was absent from some of these dinners due to his work trips, which Theodore secretly thanked. These moments of her husband's absence offered Theodore an opportunity to get a little closer, to let his words and looks insinuate what could not be said directly.

Each absence of Alistair at a dinner seemed to open a small gap for Theodore, allowing him to be closer to you, to talk more, to feel the warmth of his presence for a little longer. Although respect for your situation and the presence of your husband was always present, the underlying tension between you and Theodore continued to grow, fueling a silent hope that, perhaps one day, circumstances would change.

That cold night, while the wind whispered softly and the stars shone with a dim light, you found yourself alone on Pansy's balcony, contemplating the horizon that merged with the night sky. The distant murmur of the party inside the house was muffled by the breeze, creating a serene atmosphere that contrasted with the whirlwind of feelings in his chest.

That's when you looked at the door and saw Theodore's silhouette protruding at the entrance. His vision made his heart accelerate instantly, as if every memory, every long-kept feeling, had been revived by his simple presence. He advanced with a soft smile, and you were slightly frightened by your unexpected arrival.

- I didn't think I would meet you here - you said, trying to hide the tremor in your voice when you saw it appear on the balcony.

Theodore smiled, a glow of longing and affection illuminating his eyes, which seemed to reflect the mystery and melancholy of the night. He positioned himself by your side, and his closeness immediately brought a sense of intimacy that you haven't felt in a long time.

- I could say the same about you - he replied, his voice loaded with a playful tone that barely disguised the depth of the feelings he struggled to contain. - You disappeared so quickly from the party that I had to come after you.

His laughter was a soft echo in the stillness of the night, a sound that seemed suspended in the air, loaded with repressed emotions. Theodore's presence was causing a whirlwind of feelings within you, and he leaned slightly, his eyes fixed on yours, while his smile softened in a familiar warmth.

- I've always loved hearing your laugh... - Theodore murmured, the sincerity in his voice so palpable that it almost looked like a caress. You were silent, absorbing the intensity of your words, until he continued in an almost whispering tone. - I miss you, more than you can imagine.

Your heart accelerated with the unexpected confession, and you struggled to maintain your composure. The conversation quickly turned into a moment charged with an intensity that seemed to crush the space between you.

- Theodore... - you started, your hesitant voice, but with a glow of hope and vulnerability.

He took a step closer, his hand touching his in a delicate way, a gesture that sent a chill all over his body. His touch seemed to connect all the wires of a shared past, relighting a flame that you thought had been extinguished.

- I know time has passed, and the way I left you was horrible. - Theodore interrupted, his voice low and loaded with intensity. - But I never... I've never forgotten about you, Y/N.

His confession hovered in the air as a long-kept secret, the truth finally revealed. Your heart was beating out of step, and Theodore's words reverberated deep inside you. The cold and silent night seemed to have turned into a stage for a new and painful truth, and the feeling of being on the verge of something significant became almost palpable.

- You don't know how much I've looked for you since it all ended, and seeing that you moved on was devastating. - Theodore, who once seemed insecure, now gathered all the strength he had to open up to you. - But then, at the wedding, when I saw you again, everything was clear to me...

- Theodore, no... - you tried to interrupt with a low voice, the emotion mixing with the confusion.

- That night, I saw in your eyes something I couldn't ignore. I know you still feel the same, Y/N, I know you do. - Theodore insisted, his voice almost begging for a confirmation.

You took a step back, your gaze deviating as conflicting feelings disrupted your interior. The desire to be embraced by him fought against the reality of his current situation. What would come next was uncertain, but at that moment, what mattered was the sincerity of feelings and the intensity of a love that seemed to have resisted time and adversity.

- Theodore, I... - You hesitated, your words mixing with the emotional whirlwind inside you. - It's so complicated, and I don't know if I'm ready to face it now.

He took a step closer, his expression becoming even more intense. His eyes, fixed on yours, seemed to beg for an answer he knew was the truth, even if you hesitated.

- I understand it's difficult, but... - Theodore whispered, his voice loaded with urgency. - I can't stay here and pretend I don't feel it. Every moment I pass away from you, I feel like I'm losing a part of myself.

Your chest hurt with the sincerity of your words, and you struggled to organize your thoughts. The desire to be close to him, to relive the connection you shared, was so strong that it seemed almost irresistible. You looked at him, his visible vulnerability.

- Theodore, I feel it too... - You started, your words getting entangled with emotion. - But there are so many things at stake...

- I know - he interrupted gently, his hand wrapping yours with a delicacy that seemed to disarm all your defenses. - But, please, just allow me to be close to you, even if it's only for now. I don't want to miss this chance.

You felt his warm presence, the gentle touch of his hand, and his voice became a murmur just for the two of you. The world seemed to disappear around as the two got even closer, the space between you decreasing every second.

- Theodore... - You murmured, your voice failing, almost inaudible.

He tilted his head, his forehead almost touching his, and his eyes closed for a moment. He was so close, and you could feel his breathing mixing with yours. Time seemed to drag on, the world reducing itself to this moment of intensity.

- There is nothing more I want than to be here with you now - he whispered, his voice loaded with a deep devotion.

You closed your eyes, and Theodore's proximity made your heart accelerate even more. He hesitated for a moment, seeking permission in his gaze before slowly leaning forward. His lips found yours in a soft and tender kiss, as if he were rediscovering something that should never have been lost.

The kiss was a mixture of longing and desire, a reassessment of everything you had experienced. The repressed emotions, the pain, the love - everything merged in that contact, transforming the cold night into something warm and comforting. Every touch, every shared breath, was a reminder that, despite the years and separations, the love between you still remained intense and unchanged.

After the kiss, you slowly walked away, your hearts still racing, and a soft and sincere smile appeared on the lips of both of you. The expression on their faces was a reflection of relief and happiness, as if the world around it had bowed to allow this special moment.

Theodore looked at you with an intensity that seemed to penetrate your soul. His eyes shone with a combination of love and vulnerability, and he seemed more present than ever. He bowed a little more, his face still close to yours, and his voice, now an almost reverent whisper, filled the silence of the night.

- I love you. - Theodore murmured, his words loaded with a deep and disarming sincerity.

Your chest was filled with a mixture of joy and emotion when you heard these words, and you felt a wave of heat and comfort knowing that your feelings were equally intense and true. The confession hovered in the air between you, a testimony of love that still burned strong despite the years and separations.

Without giving time for any other words to be said, Theodore again connected his lips to his own, this time with a deeper and more urgent passion. The kiss was more intense, more full of meaning, as if it were trying to express all the love and longing accumulated during the years away. Every touch of your lips seemed like a silent promise that, despite everything, you were still destined to be together.

The intensity of the kiss seemed to transform the time and space around, making everything clearer and simpler. The outside world disappeared, and the only thing that mattered was the connection between the two of you, renewed and stronger than ever.

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12. Dark days

Some good time had passed and things were still within the normal range between the Slytherin Elite, at least until that day. Spring had already begun, but there were still the icy remnants of winter. The day was cloudy and rainy. Inside the castle, students yawned a lot in laziness and tiredness because it was already Friday.

During the time that passed, Y/N and Theodore got closer, but still without talking about what happened or repeating something similar. Pansy and Mattheo's speculations were no longer so common, Daphne had already forgotten that she was rooting for Berkshire and the 4º year was finally coming to an end.

The tension with the tests and final grades was confused, by his friends, with the feeling of sadness and irritation. The first to notice this behavior in Theodore was Mattheo, after all they shared the dormitory. Then it was Blaise and Draco in the communal hall, where they made a joke about the golden trio, but Theo seemed in another dimension, getting irritated by Malfoy's questioning about what he had.

Y/N, however, hadn't seen Theodore that week. In fact, they even saw each other in classes and in the big hall, but they didn't talk to each other, since Y/N, Daphne and Pansy gave their all that week to get rid of the tests one by one. She was so immersed in potions, transfiguration, herbology and among other subjects, that she didn't even notice Nott's change of mood.

It was already dark when his friends were thrown in different corners of the place, they were all exhausted, but happy that it was over. Daphne then gave the idea of going to Hogsmeade the next day, and who knows, to go to the Three Brooms to get a little distracted.

- So what do you think? - Greengrass supports her elbows on her knees, when she leans over the couch, excited about her friends' response.

- I'm in. - Draco promptly replied, but when he realized that Theodore was oblivious to the conversation, he decided to provoke him. - What about you, Theo? - The boy left his mind and looked at the confused blonde, he wasn't following the previous conversation. - Are you going to keep doing drama like an angry child or are you coming with us? - Draco laughed, but Theodore didn't. The boy did not control his expression of irritation when he looked him in the eyes.

- You're going to get screwed, Malfoy. - Nott gets up fast and steps out of the place, heading towards the stairs of the dormitories.

- What happened? - Y/N had just arrived and was already confused by what I had heard from Theodore.

- He spent the day with a sulky face, with his head in the world of the moon and I'm to blame. - Draco said as if all this was obvious and the purest reality.

- He, in fact, has been like this since the beginning of the week, I thought they were for the tests, but they are already over and he looks the same. - Mattheo adds. Y/N thought a little, with her face in expression still confused, she blamed herself slightly for not realizing it before.

- Draco, you're a terrible friend. - She accused her.

- What? Who's side, Y/N? - The blonde boy now had his face as confused as his sister's seconds ago.

- Theodore is probably like this because this week is his mother's death anniversary. - All the friends got horny and felt the guilt fall heavy on his conscience. - Merlin, I was so immersed in class that I didn't even notice.

- How are you sure? - Astoria asks, but Daphne is ahead of answering.

- We were all there, including you, but you shouldn't remember.

They really were, Y/N remembers perfectly to see Theodore completely broken at only 7 years old. It is cruel for a child to lose his beloved mother so soon.

The friends decided to leave him alone for a while, but Y/N couldn't get distracted from this subject. During dinner, Nott didn't show up and she decided to bring him food and try to comfort him in some way. She didn't tell her what she would do to her friends, she just waited for them to disperse with the time left before the curfew and went to the male dormitory.

In his room, Theodore was already in bed trying to sleep and not think about his mother, which was impossible, when he heard the light knocks on the door. And he ignored it the first time, but the person behind the entrance was insisting until he opened it. The boy, already fed up with the knocks on the door, came out of his blankets, got up and went to her, opening her and seeing Y/N with a light smile in the hallway, holding a sandwich and an apple in the same hand.

- I saw that you didn't go to dinner, I thought about bringing something for you to eat. - She delivered it and he took a step back, making room for her to enter, and so she did. - I know that only a sandwich and an apple are insufficient for a dinner, but it was the most practical option to eat in a dormitory.

- Thank you. - Nott seemed a little shy to someone who opened the door angry, already preparing to expel the person who was there.

He closed the door and placed the snack on the table, while Y/N explored the room with his eyes sitting on the end of his bed, and turning his eyes to his, who seemed more inanimate than usual.

- I'm sorry for the way Draco spoke to you earlier today, Theo. - She pauses and sighs. - And also for not realizing that you were like this, I would have really tried to help if I had noticed it before.

- Look, it's okay. I'm not upset with you, or anything like that. - Theodore approaches and sits on the bed, leaning on the headboard. - Just... Well, you know how difficult this date is usually for me since it's gone.

- Of course, it's completely understandable. - Y/N turned around, facing him.

- Thank you for even remembering. - Theodore gave a light smile that was reciprocated by Y/N. - You spared me a long and embarrassing conversation about it.

- Don't thank me for doing the least. - A slight silence followed, but it was soon interrupted by Theodore's laugh.

- What is it? - Y/N confused question, but he had a smile on his face, if he was laughing, that could be a good thing. But he didn't answer, he just kept laughing. - What are you laughing at? Tell me. - The boy then breathes to control himself and answer.

- I was remembering that on the day of the wake you pulled me into a corner and said that when you grew up, you would become the best witch in the world to bring my mother back. - The boy said between laughs.

- Oh, no, Theodore. I can't believe you remember that. - She laughed too. - I'm sorry, that was the most insensitive thing I've ever said.

- No. - The boy controlled himself again, returning little by little to normal, but still with a remnant of a smile. - This helped me deal with it as a child. Whenever I felt sad, I found myself planning the big day.

- I'm glad that the absurdities I said helped you in some way. - Y/N was really happy to know that he was more excited now, after all, Theodore was not an easy person to make talk about his feelings or things like that, even if he was probably the most sensitive boy in the group of friends. - And what do you think of Hogsmeade tomorrow? If you don't want to go, I'll make a point of staying and keeping you company for something. You've suffered alone the whole week, it was enough. - The girl had enthusiasm in her eyes, which made Nott smile in response.

- I can think.

- Great, so take the opportunity to eat while you think. - She gave the idea and got up, going to the table with a confused face. - This book is mine.

- No, it must be an equal. - Theodore tried to lie, but she opened the cover and saw her own signature, showing it to him.

- This book is mine! - She had a look of false disbelief, laughing soon after. - I lent it to you months ago, how have you not returned it to me yet?

- Sorry, I was going to return it. But I was curling up to finish it, and I waste a lot of time on your notes. - He gets up and takes the book from her hands, opening it in the pages where she wrote some questions in the corners. - You wander a lot and leave some questions that give me an existential crisis, so I have to stop several times to reflect on that.

- By Merlin, I didn't even know I had scribbled this book. - Y/N rips it out of his hand again, closing it in shame. - I give it one like you completely blank so that you can make your reflections yourself.

- And what's wrong with me reading yours?

- These are very personal notes, Theodore. - They weren't, they didn't talk about her properly, so he just looked at her with a face of someone who says "Really?" - I don't like having someone reading my thoughts.

- Your thoughts are very creative, I have to say. - He jokes and she laughed, putting the book in a more visible place so that she wouldn't forget.

Over the course of the time she spent in that room, they talked about books, common interests, in addition to childhood memories. At one point, they both went back to bed. Theodore in the same position as before, while Y/N was now next to him, face down and leaning on his elbows with a pillow below him, hugging the soft object. In another situation, she would be bothered because she was still wearing a uniform, but the moment was so pleasant that she didn't even realize that she was still wearing the same. Some time in that position and Y/N fell asleep while he heard Nott read one of his books aloud. Theodore laughed slightly when he realized that the girl slept so fast.

However, he began to feel his eyelids weigh as he passed his eyes through the lines of the page. When the boy fell asleep, the loud noise of the door knocking wakes them both up.

- Sorry. - Mattheo had a forced smile on his face. He had seen nothing but Theodore in bed, and then, when Y/N got up, the boy arched his eyebrows, but before saying anything, she was already putting on her shoes again.

- Good night, boys. - Y/N was so sleepy that it acted as if it happened every day. She took the book that belonged to her on the shelf and walked out the door. Mattheo followed everything with an expression of confusion.

- You're going to explain this to me tomorrow. - Riddle told Theodore, who just settled down and closed his eyes again.

In the process of going back to sleep, Theodore hugged the pillow that Y/N had used moments ago, inhaling the smell of his shampoo and perfumes. The boy smiled like a fool, luckily without being seen. The reason was that he remembered the night they slept together at Greengrass's house.

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L.B. || Heated libraries

Summary: You and Enzo decide to study in the library for an afternoon, when things seem to get warmer and more dangerous. Warnings: smut, +18, relationship established, use of Y/N.

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The Hogwarts library was immersed in a deep silence that afternoon, interrupted only by the soft rattling of the pages being turned and by the occasional echo of the steps of some student lost in the distant corridors.

You were absorbed in a book of Advanced Potions, your eyes running through each line with the determination of who knows that the exam was approaching quickly. Every detail seemed crucial, and you did your best to memorize them, ignoring the environment around you.

Next to him, Lorenzo kept his eyes fixed on his own notes, although his mind was far from the words scribbled on the scroll. From time to time, he threw stealthy glances at you, admiring the way his eyebrows arched in concentration, his lips slightly furrowed as you absorbed every piece of information. The quiet environment and the proximity of you began to mess with Lorenzo's thoughts in a way that he could no longer ignore.

As the minutes dragged on, Lorenzo, unable to resist, slowly leaned closer to you, until your shoulders touched slightly. You noticed the movement and gave him a look from the corner of your eye, capturing the little smile in the corner of his lips, as if he knew exactly what he was doing.

- It seems that this book is gaining all your attention today. - Lorenzo commented with a playful tone, the soft voice breaking the almost reverent silence of the library.

Without looking away from the pages, an inevitable smile began to form on his lips.

- Maybe because he is more interesting than you think. - he replied, his voice still full of concentration, although you were very aware of the heat that emanated from his proximity.

Lorenzo laughed softly, leaning a little more until you could feel the slight touch of his shoulder against yours. The proximity, once comfortable, now seemed to carry a different tension.

- Maybe I should try something else to get your attention - he said, his voice low and loaded with a veiled promise.

Finally, you raised your eyes from the book, finding Lorenzo's intense gaze fixed on you. The silence between you seemed to amplify the tension in the air, making the proximity even more electrifying.

- And what do you have in mind? - he asked, the voice coming out a little lower than usual, with a touch of provocation that you usually didn't use, but that escaped in moments of boredom and curiosity.

Lorenzo's smile widened, and you could see the answer shining in his eyes before any words were even said.

- Something that not even this book can compete. - Lorenzo's voice was a little louder than a whisper, while he leaned even more towards you.

A quick smile appeared on his lips when he felt his gently touch the exposed skin of his neck, depositing light kisses and subtle bites that sent chills all over his spine.

- Enzo, no! - You protested, but the smile in your voice betrayed any attempt at resistance. - Not here...

Although you loved to feel his touch, the fear of being caught was very real. Even if the library seemed empty, there was always a risk. However, this danger seemed irrelevant, even exciting, to Lorenzo, who saw there a perfect opportunity to provoke you.

- Don't worry, it's just the two of us here. - Lorenzo whispered, while his eyes, those beautiful and bright eyes you loved, fixed on your face. At the same time, a familiar hand slowly climbed up his left thigh, sending a heat wave all over his body.

Lorenzo's malicious smile conveyed all the confidence he had in doing that, and you couldn't help but smile back, convinced.

Upon noticing his curious and interested expression, Lorenzo took the opportunity to pull her into his lap. Your legs were now on each side of your boyfriend's hips, and the surprise of the movement made you let out a light and a little loud laugh, which he soon tried to contain. His arms automatically wrapped around Lorenzo's neck, while his hands slid under his skirt, pulling it closer, while his mouths were in a kiss loaded with intensity.

- What if we get caught? - you interrupted the kiss with a whisper, a mischievous smile still playing on your lips.

- If we are caught, nothing happens to us. - He responded quickly, returning to capturing his lips with an anxiety that showed how much he wanted that.

Lorenzo's answer was not totally wrong. Your families would certainly be enraged if they knew, but in the end, it would be just an embarrassing incident that you would quickly overcome. The excitement of the moment, however, made any risk even more irresistible.

Initially, you imagined that it would be just one more of your hookup sessions, this was very common. You have already done this in broom cabinets, empty classrooms, in the dormitories themselves, but this rarely evolved to sex. Generally, it was a way to provoke themselves until they could do what they really wanted.

And yes, Enzo planned that. He loved to provoke you, and if he got up now and left you there, it would be something really good for him later, after all, you would be more thirsty than ever for him. However, your beautiful boyfriend just didn't take into account that maybe he couldn't control himself as much as he would like with you on top of him.

You weren't so innocent, you knew what he did and liked it, so much so that you did the same with him. In this case, you decided to do the same.

While his lips were still connected, his body took the opportunity to roll his hips against Lorenzo. The bulge under the fabric of his clothes was already visible and easily noticeable for his intimacy. Thus, a slight roll of his hips made him moan low against his mouth and try to hold his body, almost like a reprimand.

His hands in the middle of Enzo's brown hair, combined with you down his lips around his neck, while pressing even more, were leaving him completely out of control.

- Y/N, stop! - His voice was clearly tense, his jaw locked to the point of hurting if he was biting something.

However, you didn't stop. Your warm breath kept hitting his skin, when you laughed in dissimulation. Until your lips went up to Enzo's ear, making it clear that you wouldn't make it easy.

- What are you talking about, love? - He takes a deep breath when he hears his voice whispering and his slightly long nails going down his chest, belly until he reaches the leather belt around his hips. His movements were precise and slow, his voice came out at the right time. - I'm not doing anything...

He didn't answer, he just let the excitement take over his body when he got up with you on his lap. Quickly, he sat you on the table and the books they were studying minutes ago, ensuring that he had control over you again.

An even more provocative smile formed on your lips when you saw him so possessed by you. But when he noticed his expression, he held his face a little stronger just to look deep into his eyes and say something with determination.

- I think you'd better not make noise, dear.

His heart accelerated in adrenaline when he felt two fingers invade his folds, which, at this point, were already a mess from all the friction.

His eyes rolled and Lorenzo seemed to have fun with it. Your back arched against the book shelf behind you, while your lip was bitten in an attempt not to let any noise from your voice come out.

Enzo's face was buried with slightly more sloppy kisses and bites on his neck while he was still working on you. His breathing against your skin made everything warmer, making you squeeze unconsciously.

- What happened, love? You don't seem so saure right now. - The smile in Enzo's voice was clear.

At another time, you would certainly not come close to your orgasm just with the penetration of your fingers. But now the situation was quite different, the fingers were not yours, short and boring, they were Enzo's, and they certainly went further and without hurting you. You weren't in your room either, alone. Lorenzo was there to say all the dirtiest and most beautiful things you've ever heard.

The combination of all these things made you get closer and closer to the edge. Struggling not to make any noise while he insisted on pushing you to do this.

However, even if he tried too hard, not even Lorenzo could restrain himself from seeing that whole scene. In addition, his legs trying to pull him against his body were a clear message of what you wanted from him.

And so, in a quick movement, he undid the belt and buttons, moving the clothes away only until necessary to be able to connect with you. Your eyes followed his movements since the fingers you were loving came out of you to speed up the process of removing clothes.

Your legs opened more automatically to receive him, which made him smile in response.

When their bodies finally meet, their eyes roll once again. This time, with the feeling of being even more stretched, while Enzo uses his neck to curse the way you squeezed him.

In a short time, the movements began to get a little faster and terribly torturous for you, after all, not making any noise was almost impossible at that point. His hands squeezed the tip of the table, while Enzo worried about holding his hips to keep it in place.

Small droplets of sweat were already visible on Enzo's forehead, who kept the rhythm perfectly at the point where you needed it. Her breathing was uncontrolled and too noisy, which made Madame Pince hear and decide to go find out.

Luckily, she came slowly and from afar, giving Lorenzo time to take you before she even arrived, seeing how you looked even more beautiful now. Tired and relaxed, in addition to being completely filled.

Your senses quickly captured the loud noises of the librarian's heels, making you jump off the table while fixing your skirt and shirt, while Enzo packed his clothes too.

The woman arrived sneakily, finding you both a little tired, but nothing that looked like a few kisses.

- I'm already closing the library. - Her voice came out cold and suspicious.

- Oh, of course, we were already leaving. - Lorenzo's charismatic kindness certainly helped.

You just nodded with a light smile, putting your things together and heading out of there next to your boyfriend, with slight laughs about what had just happened.

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13. Unexpected Letters

The big hall was filled with conversations and frantic laughter from students eager to go to Hogsmeade after breakfast. At Slytherin's table, the group of friends was getting together little by little, but everyone raises their eyes in concern when they see Nott enter, however, the boy surprises.

- Good morning. - Theodore says smiling and sits next to Daphne. Everyone looks at him strange, until yesterday the boy suffered silently from the death of his mother.

- Are you okay? - Daphne asks carefully.

- Great! - He serves himself with a glass of juice from the table and they still look at him as an exotic animal.

- Can we know the reason for this whole animation? You rarely smile. - Pansy was a little more direct, receiving a severe look from Daphne in reprimand.

- I even imagine what it can be. - Mattheomurmured for himself, but was inaudible to the others present, for Nott's luck.

- I'm just happy, Pansy. - The boy says, now a little more irritated by the insistence than before.

- Good morning. - Y/N arrives and Theodore's face lights up again.

The conversation and enthusiasm for the walk of the day consumed the circle of friends. The plan would be to spend the day strolling through shops and restaurants, meeting at the end of the day at Three brooms. The day passed quickly for Y/N, who this time decided to accompany Theodore, as he had promised he would do the night before.

The two separated from their friends for some time in the afternoon, that's when they found coffee that was also a library. If that was a date, it would be the best Y/N had ever had. They sat at a table with the chosen books, while drinking the drink in the cups and pinching the sweets they had ordered.

The silence was comfortable between them, and Y/N did not notice, but due to the small size of the table and the fact that his legs were crossed, one of his feet gently touched Theodore's leg, who shuddered when he felt his contact.

For a moment, Nott peeped over the pages, seeing Y/N suck a small part of his middle finger after dirtying it with the fruit syrup from the cookie he had just eaten. He felt like a pervert for seeing it with other eyes, but he also tried to calm down, after all, it's not like they've never done it before. His eyes returned to the book, but the mind was reprising that fateful night in Daphne's kitchen.

- Are you enjoying it? - Y/N brought him back to reality, the girl had a light smile on her face, which with the eyes he had now could be interpreted as a provocation of her.

- A lot. - He seemed a little anxious in the answer, but she ignored it for now.

At Três Vassouras, friends laughed at one of the tables. It was beautiful to see, they were just teenagers talking and laughing. Theodore noticed that he had never paid much attention to Y/N's laughter, which was nice to hear, and then started something new in his heart, and he began to notice it little by little. Perhaps the fact that she cared about his well-being the day before was the last straw for him to let the feelings finally knock on the door to get out.

The jealousy he had felt of her was certainly not because she was just her friend, that he already knew. But the boy has never been so in love with someone before, he was so tender that he would even look silly if someone outside found out. Y/N wouldn't tell anyone either, but the way his voice made her sleep the other night and how he trusted her made her worry if she was inventing fantasies in her mind or if she had let out some behavior that denounced her.

The way her fingers touched quickly when she tore the book out of his hand the night before made her pause the beats of her heart for a second, and even though they have already touched each other far beyond her fingers, there was different. Malfoy was afraid that whatever was between them was just carnal, and so she decided to move away in recent months, even if it was extremely difficult to ignore those looks on her.

The girl would not even confess to her best friends what she did when she took too long in the shower or under the covers when she was completely alone in her dorm. His own fingers caused the moans that, luckily, were muffled by the sound of the water falling from the shower.

That morning, this had even happened, that's why you were late for breakfast. The contact with Theodore the night before reminded her of many things from the night they spent together. These scenes that made her call her by his name desperately, imagining that it was he who practiced the movements so pleasurable. Well, but she had to leave these memories aside as soon as the conversation caught her attention again.

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The Slytherin Elite met in the same way in her communal, already in pajamas and tired, however, satisfied and happy with the school year that was coming to an end. Y/N had his feet on his brother's lap and his body lying on the local sofa. Because it was late, if there were any other students there besides them, it would be strange.

- I was thinking, our parents are going to have that traditional pure-blood party on our property near the sea and, because we are on vacation... - Y/N widened his eyes and immediately sat down to look at him.

- Let's go! - The girl shoots enthusiastically.

- You didn't even let me finish. - Draco got slightly angry and continued. - As I was saying, I'm sure our parents would let us spend a few more days beyond the ball.

- I wouldn't complain about spending a few days out of the reach of my father's bad mood. - Theodore jokes, which cheers up the group.

- I think I can stand to see you a little during the holidays. - Pansy agrees.

It would just be a weekend, they would enjoy it with fervor. The property was far from the muggles and very close to a coast of stones in the sea. Friends planned the things they would do, when Astória approached the place, listening to their voices and excited about what she heard.

- I'm finally going to get to know your house at sea, after all? - The girl said excitedly, drawing the group's attention.

- I'll still think if you're going. - Daphne said, implying.

- Don't say that, Daph. - Y/N scolds her. - Don't worry, Astória, of course you're going.

- What is this? - Daphne takes the letter in the hands of her sister who had sat next to her.

- Ah, an owl was knocking on my window, so I woke up. - She passed the letter to her sister. - But, as I saw that the sender was not me, I decided to bring her.

- Probably the owl missed the window. - Daphne had a malicious smile on her face and walked away from the group, just enough not to have the letter taken from her hands.

- Um, who's sending you letters at this time, Daphne? - Y/N sat on the couch with a malicious smile. - Come on, read it! - The girl instigates and everyone encourages in curiosity. Daphne clears and starts reading aloud.

- "Dear Y/N, ...- Y/N immediately undoes the smile and looks at her confused. - "I'm writing, because I'm looking forward to seeing you again..." - Now everyone looks at each other confused. - "I hope I can see you more often this summer, actually. I miss talking to you and, of course, your completely malicious comments about Mrs.'s costumes. Violet at the pure-bloods party, just like we did when we were kids. I would even like to accompany you to this ball, if you want. Maybe we're not taking the opportunity to talk alone anymore. " - Daphne emphasized the last word while everyone finally understood whose letter it was, now it was clear as the day. The fun on Theodore's face is gone and Y/N began to have her cheeks slightly speckled in red out of shame, but Daphne continues, even with her requests to stop.

- "Well, don't get me wrong, I really liked the company of your friends the last time we saw each other. Zabini is really very intelligent, as you told me the other day, I got along very well with everyone, or rather, almost everyone. I believe Nott didn't go much with my face, but maybe we just didn't have the opportunity to get to know each other even better. Anyway, I hope this letter has arrived at the right place. See you soon. With affection, Enzo." - Daphne finally finishes, Y/N felt that he had sent a scroll, so long it seemed.

- Do you exchange letters now? - Draco asks in a malicious way. - I recognize a man in love from afar.

- Of course, after all, a man in love recognizes the other, isn't he little brother? - Y/N had a sarcastic smile on his face and Draco shrank a little in shame, the fact that he did not deny it lit a flame in Astoria's chest. Y/N gets up and pulls the letter out of her friend's hands, clearly angry. - And you, that's enough with that. - The girl burns the card, throwing it in the lit fireplace in the living room. - I don't go around insinuating lies about you, so don't do the same to me, Daphne. - Y/N leaves like a hurricane from the environment, most were stunned by her reaction, Daphne also shrinks slightly in shame, her sister blamed herself for delivering the letter to her.

Y/N stepped hard into the room, hiding between the covers. That day had everything to be perfect, until that moment. And what Lorenzo meant by "I believe Nott didn't go much with my face... "? What did that mean? Berkshire's letter definitely created chaos in his head.

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Dark Paradise || Theodore Nott

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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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T.N. || Are we bad for that?

Summary: Trapped in arranged relationships, you and Theo live a secret passion amid appearances and betrayals. While Draco, your boyfriend, pretends to fulfill his role to maintain appearances, Theodore fights against the jealousy and attraction he feels for you. With Camille, Nott's girlfriend, suspicious, each stealth encounter becomes a risk, threatening to expose a forbidden desire that challenges her responsibilities. Warnings: Mention of betrayals.

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His relationship with Draco Malfoy has always been a well-designed farce. Since the fourth year at Hogwarts, when your families decided that you would be the ideal couple, everyone's expectations began to dictate each movement. For the outside world, you were perfect together, but, deep down, you knew it was all a facade.

Draco was not the kind boyfriend everyone believed in. He had a cold and calculating way of treating everything and everyone, including you. And although he kept appearances, he did not deprive himself of other girls, always telling his achievements to Theodore Nott, a very close friend. Knowing these details only diminished the guilt you felt for getting involved with Theodore.

The connection between you and Theodore began in a subtle way, but grew quickly. It was not something you planned to change, on the contrary, there was an almost morbid excitement in keeping the relationship secret. Both knew that Draco and Camille, Theo's girlfriend, were not completely dedicated to their respective partners, but that didn't matter. You weren't worried about changing anything, just about keeping what you shared.

It was a winter night at the Malfoy mansion, during a dinner that brought together some of the most influential families in the wizarding world. The dining room was illuminated by floating candles, and the tables were filled with fine plates and crystal bowls. Draco, by his side, seemed more interested in talking to other boys, children of his father's close friends, who came from outside London especially for that night, than in paying attention to you. He rarely looked in your direction, and when he did, it was with an indifference that you had already gotten used to receiving.

Theodore was sitting on the other side of the table, next to Camille, who smiled politely at everyone. Your presence was a constant reminder of the complexity of that situation, but you simply didn't care. Camille was a good person, but her existence was irrelevant to you. The only thing that mattered was the look that Theodore threw in his direction from time to time, full of silent promises.

During a break between the dishes, you murmured some excuse to Draco and got up, walking towards the mansion's library. I knew Theodore would understand the signal and follow it soon after.

The Malfoy library was immense, full of rare books and curious objects, a place where few dared to enter alone.

You hid among the high shelves, your heart accelerated by anticipation. A few minutes later, he heard gentle steps approaching. Theodore appeared, his eyes shining with the same expectation you felt.

- That drug never seemed to end. - he murmured, with a mischievous smile.

- Believe me, it was worse for me. - you replied, allowing a smile to escape.

He got closer, and the world around him seemed to disappear. Theodore always had a way to make you forget everything, even if for a few moments. The proximity between you was inevitable, and before you could hesitate, you pulled him for a kiss, one that carried all the frustration and desire they had accumulated throughout dinner.

Theodore's hands were on his waist, pulling her closer, almost as if he needed you at that moment, while you let yourself be carried away by the moment. The library, usually a place of silence and reflection, was now a witness to a meeting full of secrets.

In the midst of the intensity of the kiss and the impulse that Theodore gave you to climb to a table nearby, his body bumped into a pile of books, causing some of them to fall to the ground with a deaf thuck. You laughed, the sound of your voices filling the empty space.

It was at that moment that they heard steps in the hallway. The two froze, and Theodore quickly walked away, trying to pull himself together. It was too late to hide the tracks, and when Camille appeared at the entrance of the library, her curious look turned into something more suspicious.

- Theo? - Camille called, looking around, trying to understand what was going on. - Is everything okay?

- Yes, dear. - He replied, with a forced smile, that he couldn't dissipate the tension in the air. - Are you okay?

You observed Camille, but without any concern or remorse, just an indifference that you were already used to feeling. Camille took a step forward, her eyes passing from Theodore to you. There was something in her eyes that suggested that she knew something was wrong, but she wasn't sure what. Maybe he had heard the laughter, maybe the sound of the falling books would have aroused his curiosity. Anyway, she didn't ask directly, she just threw a warning look at Theodore.

- We need to go back. Dinner should already be at the end. - she said, her voice slightly tense.

Theodore nodded, but before leaving, he threw one last look in his direction, trying not to show the discomfort he was beginning to feel. There was a resentment in Camille's voice that he chose to ignore.

When you finally returned to the dining room, Draco was once again involved in conversations, but this time, he noticed his approach. He briefly interrupted the conversation to cast a serious look in his direction.

- Where were you? - he asked, the tone slightly irritated.

- I went to get some air - you replied, without worrying about hiding the annoyance in your voice.

He narrowed his eyes, but didn't insist. Draco didn't really care about you, but he knew he was expected to act like a caring boyfriend, at least in front of others.

As dinner progressed, you realized that Draco began to approach you in a way that he rarely did. He touched his hand from time to time, leaning to whisper comments in his ear. His touch was not affectionate, but there was a certain physical intensity, an attraction that was not related to feelings, but to desire.

You realized that by maintaining these appearances and getting closer physically to Draco, you could instigate a more possessive reaction in Theodore. So, with every touch, with every whisper of him that made you smile, your mind wandered momentarily to Theodore, but just enough to allow himself to react to Draco convincingly. What you did was not just keep the appearances; it was a subtle game to measure the effect on Theodore.

Camille, sitting on the other side of the table, seemed increasingly attentive to her interactions with Draco. She watched more carefully, noticing every calculated gesture, every smile you forced next to Draco. She wondered if you were really happy, but when she saw how well you pretended, she concluded that even if you weren't, no one would notice.

When dinner finally came to an end, you got up next to Draco, still feeling his touch on your back, but it was Theodore who dominated his thoughts. Draco, indifferent, cast one last look in his direction, as if he were just ensuring that he fulfilled his role to maintain appearances and, perhaps, meet his father's expectations.

Camille, with a suspicious expression, approached Theodore, who seemed even more distant and angry.

- Theo, are you okay? - she asked, in a soft voice, but there was an evident concern in her tone.

Theodore kept his gaze fixed at a distant point, avoiding her eyes.

- I'm just a little tired. - he replied, his voice loaded with a restrained irritation.

Camille hesitated, noticing the tension in the air.

- We can spend the night together, if you want. Maybe this will help you relax - he suggested, trying to sound comforting.

Theodore finally looked at her, his eyes hard and impassive.

- No, Camille. I prefer to be alone. - he said, firmly, but not rudely.

She frowned, surprised and a little hurt by the rejection, but did not insist. He just nodded slowly, moving away from him with a dejected expression, while Theodore remained motionless, lost in his own tumultuous thoughts.

The next morning, Hogwarts was as usual: students rushed through the corridors, the first classes already in progress, and a characteristic cold of the castle hovered in the air. As you walked to your Spell class, you felt a firm hand pull your arm, dragging it into an empty corridor.

It was Theodore. Your face was tense, your eyes shining with a jealousy that you recognized immediately.

- What was that last night? - he asked, his voice low, but loaded with emotion.

You frowned, even though you knew exactly what he was talking about.

- What are you talking about, Theo?

He took a deep breath, struggling to maintain his composure.

- How Draco was touching you... As if he cared. - The words came out almost like an accusation. - Did anything else happen after I left?

You couldn't help but smile, even though you knew Theodore was genuinely bothered. There was something almost irresistible about seeing him envy, a feeling that gave him a strange sense of power.

- Theo, nothing happened... - you started, but the smile on your lips betrayed your words. He narrowed his eyes, clearly not convinced.

- I saw how he looked at you, how he touched you - Theodore insisted, his hand still holding his arm as if he needed this connection to anchor himself. - And you didn't seem bothered.

- Don't be ridiculous, Theodore. - His voice was slightly provocative as you leaned a little more towards him. - He's my boyfriend, what did you expect me to do?

The jealousy in Theodore's eyes did not disappear, but he seemed to relax a little with his answer.

- I just... I don't like to see you with him like that - he admitted, the voice now lower, almost a whisper.

- So don't look. - Your answer was almost playful, but there was an underlying seriousness in your words. - We still have a relationship...

Theodore opened his mouth to answer, but before he could say anything, you heard steps approaching. She was one of your friends, walking down the corridor towards you.

Quickly, Theodore let go of his arm and walked away, trying to disguise the tension between you. Your friend didn't seem to have noticed anything strange, but took a curious look at Theodore before turning her attention to you.

- We are late for the Spells class - the girl said with her voice indifferent.

You nodded, exchanging one last look with Theodore before following your friend down the hallway. Theodore stood still for a moment, watching you move away, his heart still racing by the conversation and the anger he was trying to suppress.

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L.B. || I can love you even in the dark

Summary: Lorenzo loved you, always. Even from a distance, even watching you happy with someone else. Warnings: a little sad, but very romantic.

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Lorenzo fell in love with you the first time his eyes crossed. The memory of that moment was as vivid in his mind as when he began to attend Malfoy Mansion at the age of six. He and his brother, laughing and running, disputed the attention of the adults, but Lorenzo always had a watchful eye on you. He and Draco competed not only for the future power they both knew they would have, but for the little antics of childhood - like stealing your toys and running away through the property, with you running after them, laughing and complaining at the same time.

There was something about you that Lorenzo couldn't explain at that time, a feeling that disturbed him and confused him. In childhood, the feelings seemed simple and fleeting, but what he felt for you was an exception. It was a love that was not easily extinguished, despite its youth and innocence. Even if he didn't admit it to anyone - maybe not even to himself - he knew that that feeling was deeper than anything else he had ever experienced.

Adolescence brought distance and insecurity. Lorenzo was selected for a school of magic different from his and Draco's, facing a new world alone. While you and your brother were surrounded by friends and adventures, he felt isolated, away from the comfort of established friendships. He felt a twinge of envy, not only for the company you had, but for the very feeling of being so far away from you.

For a while, Lorenzo tried to convince himself that his feelings were just childish nonsense. But this illusion didn't last long. Everything fell apart when he saw you again, next to Theodore Nott, at a formal dinner. The connection between you was impossible to ignore. Lorenzo noticed the silent understanding and affection that were reflected in every look exchanged between you. Theodore's reserved smile opened more easily in his presence, a reality that Lorenzo faced with a mixture of pain and resignation.

Lorenzo tried to resume childhood friendship, but something was always out of place. Despite the efforts, he felt that Theodore was always the only one you really had in mind. The confirmation that you were together was a devastating blow. Lorenzo tried to move on, starting a relationship with Amélie. She was kind and charming, but in many ways she reminded you in a disturbing way. The similarities were so many that he couldn't ignore, making him miss something he should never have lost.

That year's Christmas was especially painful. Lorenzo decided to take Amélie to dinner at Malfoy Mansion, trying to overcome what he felt for you. But seeing you and Theodore together, your determination faltered. The way his eyes shone next to Theodore made Lorenzo realize the truth he had avoided: he still loved you, and that would not change.

As you moved away for a breath of the brightness and bustle of the party, Lorenzo was leaning against a column of the pergola, contrasting with the grandeur of the illuminated garden. The discouragement in his posture was palpable.

- So, did you decide to take a break from the competition of those who have more confidence in the Dark Lord? - He raises his eyes, forcing a small and tired smile. His expression softens when he sees you, and he responds with a forced lightness.

- In fact, I needed a breath away from the bow ties and the conversations about the last carriage model. - You laugh, and Lorenzo watches your laughter with a nostalgic glow. - I've always liked the way you laugh. - he says, his voice softening.

- It's good to know that I can still bring a little light to such a boring party. - Lorenzo smiles back, but the lightness soon gives way to a shadow of concern when you ask.

- How are you? - You stare at him, and he responds with a forced smile.

- I've been better. - He confesses, and you, with an expression of surprise, ask:

- Amélie?

Lorenzo's expression changes instantly, and he lowers his gaze, loaded with sadness.

- Actually, we're done.

The concern becomes evident in his gaze, his cheeks blushing slightly in shame of being so intrusive.

- I'm sorry, Lorenzo. I had no idea, I didn't want to remind you of something bad. - He shakes his head, trying not to look more dejected than he already is.

- Don't apologize. I wasn't exactly the ideal boyfriend. - You stare at him, skeptical of his words.

- Don't be so hard on yourself. I really don't think that's true. - Lorenzo looks at the ground, his sadness reflected in the party in the background - the exuberant flowers and the stone paths now look cold and distant.

- It shouldn't be easy to have your boyfriend in love with someone else, should it? - The silence that follows is deep and painful. You feel the weight of the words, and Lorenzo finally breaks the silence, his voice almost a whisper.

- I tried to forget you, really. But somehow, you always reappeared in my mind. It was like I could never get rid of you, no matter how hard I tried.

Your heart squeezes with sincerity in your words. You respond with a soft tone, tears starting to form.

- Enzo, I... I don't know what to say. I'm sorry. - Tears start running down Lorenzo's face. He asks, with an almost imperceptible tremor:

- Do you really love Theodore?

You hesitate, the weight of truth pressing every word. Finally, answer sincerely.

- Yes... I love it. - Lorenzo closes his eyes for a moment, the visible pain on his face. He then asks, with palpable despair:

- How much do you love him?

You take a deep breath, the tears falling freely now, and respond with total sincerity.

- I love him with all my heart.

Lorenzo hears his words, the weight of acceptance mixed with a deep sadness. He closes his eyes, one last look at you full of pain and resignation. The sadness on his face is even more evident under the lights of the party, creating a cruel contrast with the visible pain.

- That's all I needed to know. - he murmurs, his voice almost inaudible.

He turns and begins to move away, his heavy and slow step, as if carrying an invisible burden. The last time you see him, he is moving away by the illuminated trail, his tears mixing with the humidity of the night. The silence of the garden becomes even deeper, wrapped in a palpable sadness, as you watch Lorenzo's departure. The moment marks the end of a painful chapter.

After that devastating night, Lorenzo's life plunged into a spiral of desolation. The colors that once gave liveliness to your world now seemed to fade. Each day seemed to drag on, and the feeling of loss became more intense with each step.

Voldemort's return brought a wave of terror that swept the magical world. The Berkshire family, traditionally aligned with the diners, had made a critical decision: they did not seek the Dark Lord after his fall and did not encourage Lorenzo to join him. When the news of the return came, the family immediately fled, fearing Voldemort's revenge, and handed over valuable information to the Order of the Phoenix, in an attempt to redeem themselves and protect what was left of their integrity.

During the hunt, Theodore Nott was assigned to find the Berkshires. Despite his mission, Nott demonstrated a remarkable behavior of humanity. On several occasions, Lorenzo crossed paths with him during the escape. Nott seemed to deliberately choose to ignore Lorenzo, offering him opportunities to escape, as if he wanted to spare the Berkshires because of the feeling of friendship that still remained between you.

With the end of the war, the magical world began to rebuild, but Lorenzo's life went on at a fast pace. The sporadic news about you and Theodore, who were on the run and missing, came to him as distant echoes. This news built an almost mythical scenario, where you became urban legends — often mentioned, but rarely seen.

As if fate wanted to play with cruel irony, Lorenzo was summoned to assume a position as a teacher at Hogwarts. The invitation seemed to fulfill a childhood dream, but instead of excitement, he found a feeling of disconnection and disconnection. Hogwarts, now marked by the scars of war, seemed like a distant and almost unrecognizable scenario.

Lorenzo had spent years refusing the invitations of Hogwarts. He always claimed a full schedule or lack of motivation, but the truth was that the wounds of war and the pain of unrequited love were still very fresh. The anguish of an unresolved past seemed impenetrable, and he hid behind excuses and reticence.

But something has changed. In a moment of hopelessness, he finally accepted the invitation. It was an opportunity to turn the page, to reinvent yourself. However, while crossing the magical portal to the 9 ¾ platform, Lorenzo found a vision that made his heart squeeze with unexpected pain. In the middle of the hustle and bustle of the station, he saw you and Theodore with an 11-year-old girl. Theodore was lowered at her height, with an expression of tenderness that Lorenzo would never forget. The girl had the delicate traits inherited from you, but with Theodore's slightly lighter and wavy hair. She walked away, smiling, and went to follow her cousin, Scorpius, to the entrance of the train.

Lorenzo's heart broke when he saw that scene. It was a cruel reminder of everything he had lost, of how life went on without him, while he remained trapped in the labyrinth of pain and loss. Theodore's genuine happiness with his daughter seemed a cruel reflection of his own sadness. He wanted to rejoice in his happiness, but the weight of his own pain was overwhelming.

With an almost superhuman effort, Lorenzo got on the train before you turned around. He forced himself to look away, his chest heavy with a mixture of pain and resignation. Every step towards Hogwarts seemed like an additional weight in the heart, and the castle, although familiar, now looked like a labyrinth of nostalgia and unresolved suffering.

As the days passed and Lorenzo began his classes, he dedicated himself to work with an almost obsessive intensity. Every moment away from contact with your pain seemed like a little relief. But, inevitably, he couldn't help it. He watched Isabella Nott through the corridors, a constant and painful presence that incessantly reminded him of you and Theodore. The resemblance to you was a cruel echo of the life he had lost.

Finally, the day came when Lorenzo had to face his pain in a more brutal way. When making the call for her first class, the name "Isabella Nott" appeared on the list. The pain was almost physical, as if his heart had been spiked by a sharp blade. Her name resonated with Theodore's inheritance and the memories of a love that never materialized. The sound of the name "Nott", her look, in the same color as her eyes, with Theodore's countenance, were a painful representation of what Lorenzo had tried to bury.

Just as Severus Snape carried a deep and unrequited love for Lily Evans, Lorenzo carried a love that seemed uncompromising and unattainable. Every step at Hogwarts, every moment watching the little girl, was a constant reminder of the pain he had carried for so long. His journey was marked by a constant internal battle, a persistent shadow that seemed to have no end.

With a deep sigh and a crushed heart, Lorenzo realized that, although he had received a new chance with the work at Hogwarts, the emotional scar he carried would not disappear so easily. Life was a cruel combination of redemption and torment, and he wondered if he could ever truly free himself from the emotional burden he carried.

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T.R. || Do you know her? 'Cause I'm addicted

Summary: An enigmatic friendship between you and Tom evolves into an intense and dangerous romance, leading you both to explore dark magic and gain followers, while the weight of guilt and a dark destiny unfolds for those who aided you. Warnings: None

A/N: This imagine can be related to the chapter 'Loving You Forever,' serving as a sort of origin story, or it can be read independently.

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There were those who believed that you had been completely consumed by love, that your vision was clouded by passion. The professors viewed you with a mix of pity and curiosity, and the other students thought you were just another victim enchanted by the web woven by Tom Riddle. To many, you were the typical young woman captivated by the beauty and charm of a boy shrouded in mystery—an innocent girl who, fascinated by his enigmatic aura, had let her own feelings drag her into his orbit.

But this view did not do justice to your true essence. If you were merely a young woman attracted by Tom’s allure, you would never have approached him with the determination you showed. Tom had always been an enigma, a mystery that inspired adoration from many but rarely unconditional loyalty. Girls dazzled by his magnetism offered to follow his dark paths, some even willing to commit to their own shadows to gain his favor.

What few understood was that, in truth, Tom was drawn to your own inner darkness. In you, he saw an even deeper reflection of his own complexity. Your ability to project a seemingly innocent façade, combined with a hidden depth, made Tom fascinated by something he could not fully illuminate himself. While Dumbledore struggled to understand the dark layers of Tom, you seemed to possess an even more impenetrable darkness, a latent force that you revealed only when you wished.

When Tom first saw you in the Restricted Section of the Hogwarts library, his initial impulse was one of alert and defense. You were surrounded by an aura of mystery that defied any attempt to categorize you easily. Your presence was a break from expectation in a space Tom considered his absolute domain. He entered the Restricted Section with the confidence of one who holds all secrets and mysteries within reach, but you, with your almost challenging indifference, immediately destabilized that balance.

Initially, Tom saw you as an imminent threat. Your carefree posture, your eyes that shone with an almost provocative intensity, and the way you moved with a grace that mixed disregard and challenge were enough to make him feel unsettled. The way you handled the books, the way your presence seemed to fill the environment with a palpable tension—this was a direct challenge to the control he so carefully maintained over his life and interests.

The initial irritation gave way to a growing frustration. Tom began to feel an unsettling sense that you were not only defying his authority but seemed to evade his attempts at manipulation. Your ability to remain aloof from his advances provoked a mix of growing frustration and fascination. What began as an irritating intruder soon became a captivating enigma.

As the days passed, Tom started to notice your presence with an unexpected frequency. In corridors where he had never seen you before, in moments of quiet where he expected to find you—you seemed to be always there, like a shadow moving with disturbing precision. It was as if you were aware of his intentions, or perhaps even provoking him deliberately. This constant feeling of being watched, of every step he took being followed, began to turn into a disturbing obsession.

Then, on a particularly quiet night, Tom decided to follow you. His instincts told him there was something important to be discovered. He trailed you through the castle’s shadows, alert to every movement you made. With almost predatory precision, he watched as you walked with deliberate calm towards the Black Lake, a place Tom knew to be a refuge of tranquility and mystery.

Upon reaching the lake’s edge, Tom hid behind a tree, his gaze fixed on you. He prepared to wait patiently, determined to understand what you might be planning. However, instead of being surprised by some secret plot, you simply waited for him at the lake, as if you had been expecting him all along.

The moon’s silvery light illuminated the lake and reflected in your eyes as you slowly turned towards Tom’s hiding place. An enigmatic smile formed on your lips as you spoke, your voice soft and direct cutting through the night’s silence.

— You know, Tom, you’re not very subtle for someone who prides himself on his cunning. — Your voice was a mix of challenge and knowledge, as if there was an intimacy between you that only you could understand.

Tom emerged from the shadows, his face a mask of curiosity and a touch of frustration.

— And I expected you to be occupied with something more... significant — he replied, the irony in his tone hiding a spark of frustration.

You laughed, a soft and almost melodious laugh that echoed in the quiet night.

— There’s nothing more significant than what is already happening, Tom. You follow me with a disconcerting frequency. It’s almost as if you’re searching for something you don’t know you’re looking for.

Tom looked at you with a piercing gaze, his mind boiling with a mix of emotions. Your presence, which had once irritated him, had now become a central focus of his attention, a mystery he felt an urgent need to solve. The feeling of being observed, the sense that you were always a step ahead—this all contributed to a growing obsession that began to shape his perception and actions.

As your friendship with Tom Riddle solidified, it developed into an intriguing complexity, marked by an aura of mutual distrust. Initially, your relationship was characterized by cautious respect and incessant curiosity. Tom, with his reserved nature and sharp mind, kept a calculated distance, while you, with your intelligence and charm, projected an aura of mystery that was not easily penetrated.

Frequent meetings in the library, surrounded by piles of books and ancient tomes, were the main setting for the evolution of your relationship. The interaction between you was full of subtle provocations and exchanges of looks laden with unspoken meanings. Even when working together to unravel complex spells and enchantments, there was a palpable tension that always lingered. Tom seemed always on the verge of revealing something deeper, while you remained a step ahead, your presence challenging and enigmatic.

One particularly quiet night, after a long and exhausting study session with Professor Slughorn, the dynamics between you shifted significantly. The library was enveloped in a tranquil twilight, illuminated only by the soft light of candles and moonlight filtering through the windows. You were alone, surrounded by open books and scattered notes, immersed in a discussion about a complex spell you had studied.

It was in this intimate setting that the tension between you finally found a more concrete expression. Tom, with an expression that combined curiosity and desire, approached you. His normally calculating and distant eyes were now filled with an intensity that could not be ignored. Without a word, he leaned in, and his lips touched yours in a kiss that began softly and hesitantly but soon transformed into something deeper and more passionate. The kiss was a milestone, a silent acknowledgment of the feelings that had built up between you, a confirmation of a connection that went beyond friendship and academic admiration.

After this moment, your relationship transformed into something more intense and romantic. The physical and emotional closeness that developed between you began to shape a complex dynamic. The bond you shared deepened further with the introduction of Professor Slughorn, who became a crucial mentor in your magical explorations. Slughorn’s guidance was essential for developing your skills but also became a starting point for a growing curiosity about advanced and eventually dark magic.

You and Tom began seeking Slughorn’s help more frequently, drawn by his vast experience and knowledge. Slughorn, enchanted by the potential both of you displayed, agreed to mentor you, providing access to rare tomes and teaching complex spells. However, this mentorship began to focus on darker aspects of magic. Your dedication and enthusiasm for these studies were apparent, and Slughorn started to notice that your interests were veering towards darker practices.

As you and Tom delved deeper into these studies, Slughorn’s influence, though initially beneficial, began to show its consequences. The professor started to feel the weight of his responsibility. The guidance he had provided, combined with your ambition and curiosity, led to deeper involvement with dark magic. Slughorn found himself regretting his role, realizing that his mentorship had somehow facilitated your inclination towards dangerous practices. The guilt of having contributed to this dark path became a heavy burden on his conscience.

Your presence, now marked by an intense romance and a joint quest for dark knowledge, did not go unnoticed by the other students and the faculty. Gossip began to spread through the school like wildfire. Girls, many of whom had watched you with a mix of envy and admiration, now whispered about your relationship with Tom. Your transformation from a popular and kind figure into someone involved in a tumultuous romance with an equally intriguing figure caused a frenzy among the students.

The buzz about your relationship and increasingly dark studies began to attract the attention of the professors. Dumbledore, with his perceptive gaze and constant concern for the students, began to watch you with caution. Other professors also started to keep a close eye, worried about the influence that your intelligence and fascination with dark magic could have on Hogwarts' balance.

As time went on, the future awaiting you and Tom Riddle began to unfold with disturbing clarity. The intense relationship and the pursuit of dark magic you fueled were set to trigger a series of events that would forever alter the fate of Hogwarts and beyond. The growing influence of Tom, now accompanied by rumors of followers emerging in a sinister manner, indicated the beginning of a dark and dangerous movement. The weight of guilt fell on those like Slughorn, who had contributed to this trajectory, lamenting the influence they had wielded and the consequences now unfolding. Your transformation from enigmatic students to leaders of a dark cause not only defied established norms but also signaled a future full of conflict and challenges, where past choices and mistakes would become integral to an increasingly dark and unpredictable destiny.

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Song that represents your relationship - Lana's Version || Slytherin Boys

Summary: Just my insight on what music best fits your relationship. Warning: None

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Blaise Zabini || Young and Beautiful

The choice of the song "Young and Beautiful" reflects the depth of the love between you and Blaise, a love that has blossomed and matured over the years. Since you met, the connection between you has always been special, but recently, that feeling has transformed into something truly intense and enduring. Blaise sees you as the ideal partner for a lifetime, and his love transcends mere physical attraction, marked by deep respect and unwavering loyalty. He makes plans for the future with the certainty that what you have is solid and true.

When you’re with Blaise, you feel safe and loved, knowing that his loyalty and commitment are constant, even in the face of adversity. "Young and Beautiful" captures the essence of this eternal love, which does not fade with time but instead strengthens and matures. The song celebrates the beauty of a relationship that is not limited to youth but is enriched by true partnership and the strength of the commitment you share.

Draco Malfoy || Money, Power, Glory

Your relationship with Draco is characterized by a blend of luxury, ambition, and vulnerability. He comes from a powerful family, which profoundly affects the way he interacts with the world—and with you. "Money, Power, Glory" perfectly reflects Draco’s side that craves power and status, yet finds in you a refuge for his emotional fragility. He loves you but also struggles with pride, family legacy, and the weight of maintaining an impenetrable image.

With Draco, love often mingles with the pursuit of control and influence. He is possessive, not just regarding you but also about being seen as someone important, both to the world and to himself. He doesn’t show much affection in public, which sometimes frustrates you, but when you’re alone, he allows himself to be just Draco—the boy who, behind the arrogance, loves you deeply. Expensive gifts, grand gestures, and the desire to impress you are part of his way of loving, but what he truly desires, deep down, is your understanding and support. In your relationship, he seeks more than power and glory: he wants to be loved, even when he hides behind that facade.

Lorenzo Berkshire || Sad Girl

"Sad Girl" reflects the more melancholic side of your relationship with Lorenzo. He is kind and loving, the type of boyfriend who listens to you and deeply cares about your feelings. But his lack of jealousy and excessive kindness toward everyone around him, including the girls who flirt with him, creates a subtle tension that leaves you frustrated and insecure at times. Although Lorenzo would never betray you, you can’t help but feel uneasy about how easily others approach him.

Lorenzo loves you in an open and vulnerable way, always ready to listen and support you, but the absence of conflicts or clearer boundaries sometimes makes you feel like you’re dealing with a one-sidedly idealized love. "Sad Girl" represents this ambiguity: you see yourself as someone who loves deeply but also feels a bit lost amidst the way Lorenzo interacts with the world around him, always so willing to be kind, even when it affects you.

Despite these insecurities, you know he truly loves you, and the connection between you, especially the friendship you share, is something you value greatly. Deep down, you feel like a "Sad Girl"—passionate about someone wonderful but always grappling with mixed feelings about how he opens up so much to the world and not just to you.

Mattheo Riddle || Heroin

Your relationship with Mattheo is like a drug addiction, an irresistible force that seems to consume everything around when you’re together. The attraction between you is so intense and visceral that the world seems to disappear, and "Heroin" perfectly captures this whirlwind of emotions. Although arguments are frequent, reconciliation is always explosive, reflecting the intensity of a love that is both passionate and tumultuous. Mattheo is protective and, at times, possessive, making you feel loved and desired, but also threatened by the possibility of losing yourself in this whirlwind.

Mattheo’s devotion is almost obsessive, and he is willing to ignore all others to be with you. Despite the intensity that makes you question whether this love can be sustained, the attraction and emotional bond between you are so strong that you never truly manage to walk away. The song "Heroin" encapsulates this complex and irresistible dynamic, reflecting the difficulty of breaking away from a love that, despite its chaos, is undeniably powerful and addictive.

Theodore Nott || West Coast

Your relationship with Theodore Nott has a charming duality, where the rhythm between you is sometimes calm and gentle, and other times marked by unexpected passion. "West Coast" reflects this oscillation: there is a tranquility, almost a melancholy, in the time you spend together, but at the same time, a magnetic and unpredictable force when desire arises. Theodore is someone who prefers calm, comfortable silence, nights spent only with you, away from the chaos of parties and others. He is your refuge, your safe place, but the fire between you never goes out, only burns in a controlled manner.

When you’re alone, there is a quiet that makes you feel complete, as if the world is just the time you spend together. His low, serene voice, his subtle provocations, the endearing Italian nicknames—these create an intimate atmosphere you wouldn’t trade for anything. At the same time, there’s something wild behind this serenity. Theodore, although he seems calm and distant to others, is a silent force—and when he touches you, you feel the warmth and intensity he reserves only for you.

"West Coast" captures this feeling of living in two worlds: the quiet of being with Theodore, away from expectations and curious gazes, and the uncontrollable desire that exists between you, always lurking, waiting to manifest. He loves you in a devoted and profound way, but he is also capable of surprising you, leaving you always wanting more, like the waves that come and go on the beach, always present but never the same.

Tom Riddle || Born to Die

Your relationship with Tom is a love story that was written long before you met, as if fate had mapped out every step until you crossed paths. "Born to Die" reflects the intensity of this inevitable destiny, where you were born for each other—not just to love but to share a greater purpose, something that transcends the ordinary and mundane. There’s a sense that the love between you is as strong as it is tragic, that, like the power Tom seeks, your relationship is inescapably tied to sacrifice.

You and Tom are souls that recognize each other instantly. From the beginning, there was something in you that was deeper than mere physical or emotional attraction—an understanding, a force that pushes you in the same direction, even if that direction is dangerous. You were born to share this path together, knowing that, in the end, both of you would be willing to die for your goals. Tom’s love is fierce and singular, and he will never allow anything to interfere with his pursuit of power. Similarly, you feel that your life is intertwined with his, as if there were no choice but to walk side by side, until the end, no matter what happens.

The song evokes the idea that your lives were meant to be this way—you are two beings born to find glory and power, but also to face the consequences together. Loving Tom is accepting that your destiny is not one of simplicity or complete happiness but of a journey that will culminate in something greater. There is a certain tragic comfort in knowing that you are destined for this path, where love and ambition mix, even if it means you might lose yourselves in the process.

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T.N. || Can you be my sister?

Summary: On a hot summer day, you find yourself alone in the family mansion, accompanied by Theodore, your boyfriend, and your little sister Sofie, who is eager to learn spells before entering Hogwarts. After a magical experiment that ends in a comic accident, the trio comes together in an afternoon of the girls... and a Theo. Warnings: none

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The sun rose strong that summer morning, filling the mansion's garden with a vibrant light, despite the gentle breeze that blew through the trees. The heat persisted, and the shadows of the trees seemed more and more inviting. The garden, meticulously cared for, exhibited perfectly arranged flowers, symmetrical bushes and a fountain that twinkled under the sunlight.

You were alone in the mansion, while your family was traveling, when Theodore, your boyfriend, arrived at the door, accompanied by Sofie, your 11-year-old little sister. The little one, always excited in her presence, could barely contain the enthusiasm when she saw her. Since he had lost his mother and was at the mercy of his father's constant bad mood, the environment in the Nott mansion was gloomy, almost suffocating. The garden there, which was once colorful and vibrant, had become gray, devoid of the life that Sofie wanted so much. She also had few friends and almost no female figures around.

Since you and Theodore started dating, however, everything has changed for Sofie. She quickly began to see you as the sister she never had. At events and meetings, she always looked for you, seeking refuge in your company, and loved when you could spend some time together. Her presence brought color and lightness to her world, something she seemed to desperately yearn for.

That morning, Sofie almost dragged Theodore by the arm to you, her face illuminated with excitement.

- It's going to be fun! - she insisted, gently pushing Theodore towards the garden. - We can play outside!

You smiled at the scene. Despite pretending to be bothered, Theodore had a visible affection for his sister, and it was easy to see how attached she was to you. Soon, the three were in the garden, and Sofie, with bright eyes, looked around, full of expectation.

- Theo, you have to teach me something! - the girl asked, her eyes shining with expectation. - I'm going to Hogwarts in a few days, I want to get there knowing cool spells!

You cast a suspicious look at Theodore. Teaching spells to an 11-year-old child, you thought, already predicting that it wouldn't end well.

- I don't know if that's a good idea... - you warned, but Theodore just shrugged, a carefree smile forming on his face.

- I'll teach you something simple, no big deal. - he said, pulling the wand. - Sofie, pay attention. I'll teach you "Depulso".

- Depulso? Theo, that's kind of aggressive for a child... - you started, but he was already turning to his sister.

- It's not that dangerous, trust me. - Theodore replied with a wink. - Besides, she needs to learn to deal with spells a little more... practical.

You just shook your head, but approached, ready to intervene if necessary.

Sofie, always quick to learn, took the concept quickly. With her eyes wide and her wand in her fist, she was ready to try the spell.

- Depulso! - she exclaimed with determination, pointing the wand at a nearby stone, which was thrown away.

- Very well! - Theodore praised, satisfied.

The girl was clearly proud of herself, but, amid the excitement, her focus faltered. In the next movement, while turning the wand distractedly, he unintentionally pointed directly at Theodore.

- Depulso! - she said again, not realizing what she was doing.

You barely had time to react before seeing Theodore being thrown back hard, right against one of the biggest trees in the garden. He hit his back on his torso with a dull sound, and for a moment, everything seemed to stop.

Sofie turned pale, her eyes full of shock and terror.

- Theo! I... I didn't want to! - she screamed, dropping her wand and running towards her.

- Sofie, calm down. - you said, bending down to be at her height and putting a gentle hand on her shoulder. - He'll be fine.

With Sofie a little calmer, you went to Theodore, who was slowly recomposing himself. He rubbed his back with a grimace of pain.

- I warned you... - you said in a light tone, extending your hand to help him get up.

- Yes, yes, you warned... - Theodore murmured, accepting his help and getting up with difficulty. - But it's still impressive. She learned fast.

- Too fast, by the way. - you commented, looking at the little one who, still worried, watched everything with wide eyes.

The sky was already dark when you finally collected yourself into the mansion. Theodore, lying in his bed, tried to move as little as possible. Each movement seemed to cause a new wave of pain, and his ribs, where he had hit the tree, were painfully swollen and purple.

- You should have been more careful. - you said while preparing an ice pack to relieve his pain. - You know Sofie still doesn't have that much control.

- I thought she could handle it well... maybe I underestimated the power of the spell. - Theodore replied, trying to hide the discomfort in his voice.

As you put the ice against his ribs, a slight moan escaped, and he tried his best to maintain his posture.

It was at that moment that the bedroom door opened slowly, revealing a hesitant Sofie. His eyes were full of worry, and the guilt was evident on his face. She entered silently, looking at Theodore with a mixture of sadness and remorse.

- Theo, I'm sorry... - she murmured, approaching the bed. - I... I didn't want to hurt you.

Theodore forced a smile, trying his best to hide the pain.

- It's okay, Sofie. I'm... I'm fine. - He said, his voice failing slightly.

You watched the scene with a tender smile. It was obvious that Theodore was lying, but the intention was clear: he didn't want Sofie to feel worse than she already was.

- Are you in pain? - the girl asked, her eyes wide and sincere.

- No, no...- Theodore lied, the persistent smile.

Sofie, however, seemed unconvinced. She looked at you and then at Theodore, before muttering:

- I'll stay here for a while, just to make sure you'll be fine.

With a resigned sigh, Theodore did not stop her, and Sofie sat in the chair of her dressing table, watching carefully as you finished fixing the ice pack on Theodore's ribs.

- You have a huge stain here. - you commented, lifting his shirt enough to see the bruise that spread through his ribs.

Theodore just moaned in response. While you were packing the ice pack, he took a piece of paper from the bedside table and, with difficulty, wrote a few quick words. You read the note and, without saying anything, smiled slightly.

"I'm dying of pain, I need something stronger"

Sofie yawned once more, her eyes filling with sleep.

- Your brother will be fine, I promise. - you said softly, going to her. - But I think it's time for you to sleep.

She agreed with her head, no longer having the strength to protest. You took her in your lap gently, and Theodore watched her with an affectionate look. With her falling asleep in your arms, you took her to the next room, where you put her on the bed carefully, covering her with the light blanket.

The next morning, the sun did not enter through the curtains, and the heat of the previous day seemed to have given a small truce while the rain fell heavily outside. Theodore was still in bed, motionless, but with a look that showed that he was feeling a little better, although the pain was still evident on his face.

You moved slowly, wanting to avoid any sudden movement that could cause Theodore discomfort, and got up from the bed in silence. He watched you with a faint smile, still half asleep, and nodded lightly.

- Good morning. How are you feeling? - you asked, leaning over to give a soft kiss on your forehead.

- As if he had been hit by a spell. - Theodore replied with a slight humor in his voice, despite the pain, and you laughed softly.

Theodore was sitting on the bed, trying to settle down while you passed a medicine over the large purple bruise that spread down your back. He moaned softly at every touch, but tried to keep his composure.

It was at that moment that the door opened slowly, and Sofie, still in pajamas and with disheveled hair, appeared with a worried expression. She hesitated a little before entering the room, looking at her brother with eyes full of guilt.

- Theo? Are you... better? - she asked shyly, taking small steps towards the bed.

Theodore, when he saw her, smiled tenderly, although the pain was still evident on his face.

- Yes, I am, Sofie. - He tried to look convincing, but he couldn't completely hide the discomfort. - Nothing I can't stand.

Sofie climbed into bed carefully and sat next to him, watching the bruise on Theodore's back while you finished passing the medicine.

- I'm sorry about yesterday... - she murmured, her eyes still full of remorse.

Theodore laughed softly, but soon regretted it when the pain made him shrink.

- It's okay, I was a terrible teacher. - He looked at Sofie with a tired smile. - But don't worry, I'll still teach you more things... but maybe something less destructive.

- Do you promise? - Sofie asked, already with a glow of expectation in her eyes.

- I promise. - Theodore said, with a soft nod.

As soon as Sofie looked around her room and saw more clearly the items on her dressing table, her eyes shone with curiosity. The perfume bottles and delicate combs caught his attention. She cheered up instantly and, with quick steps, ran to the chair, sitting facing the mirror.

- Can you do a hairstyle on me? - she asked, her pleading eyes reflected in the mirror while she fixed her hair with her small hands.

- Of course. - you replied with an affectionate smile as you approached, taking a delicate comb from the dressing table. - Let's see what we can do with these curls.

Sofie laughed excitedly, and while you carefully began to braid and fix her hair, Theodore just watched from the bed with an amused look, still trying to stay still.

Sofie smiled broadly at the mirror, visibly excited by the prospect of spending the day by her side. After braiding your hair with colored ribbons, you decided to enjoy the rest of the day with light and fun activities.

You watched Sofie's favorite movies, those with magical adventures and enchanted creatures that made your eyes shine. With each exciting scene, she looked at you with a huge smile, commenting on what she liked and what she hoped to find at Hogwarts.

- Will I learn spells to talk to animals like them? - she asked at one point, pointing to the screen.

- Maybe not in the first year, but maybe one day? - you answered with an encouraging tone.

After a few movies, you went to the kitchen to decorate cookies. Sofie plunged headlong into the task, spreading colorful coverage on all sides, while you laughed at the disastrous attempts to draw shapes. In the end, half of the cookies seemed more fun than perfect, but that didn't matter. What was worth was the laughter and the light moment they shared.

Back in the room, Sofie got excited about the idea of doing makeup, so you decided to try different colors and styles. Colored powder, shiny lipstick and sparkling eye shadow were soon scattered on the dressing table while one made up the other. She laughed out loud every time she missed a line or exaggerated the color, and you had fun following her tireless energy.

- Look how it turned out, Theo! - Sofie exclaimed, turning to her brother in bed, who pretended to be amazed.

The day passed quickly between laughter, jokes and colorful sweets. The connection between you and Sofie grew with each activity, and Theodore, even in pain, seemed happy to see the two having so much fun. It was one of those simple but special days that would be kept in the memory with affection.

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M.R. || Is your father at home?

Summary: Mattheo would risk himself for you, even if he had to invade your house... Warnings: Obscnity, +18, cute.

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His family didn't hate him. No, Mattheo was the son of the Dark Lord, and although this guaranteed respect, it was not enough to make them want his constant presence. Especially when this approach involved a relationship with one of his daughters - as in your case.

Your father was always quite permissive with the boys you went out with, as long as they came from good families and were pure-blood, of course. But everything changed when rumors came to his ears that you were involved with Mattheo. A boy with a dark history, practically without a family and, worse, of mestizo blood. The news was like throwing gasoline into the fire.

It was a cold night, and the shadows of the garden trees stretched through the windows of the mansion, almost mixing with the tense air of the dining room. The oppressive silence was broken by the crack of his father's voice, who, taken by a poorly contained fury, threw the words into the air as curses.

- If I find out that you're still dating this boy, I swear by everything that you'll be taken out of that school, are you listening to me? - His voice was deep, cutting, echoing through the stone walls. He barely touched the food in front of him; the knuckles of his fingers were white, squeezing the wine glass as if he was going to crush it at any moment.

You nodded, the words stuck in your throat, knowing that facing him at that moment would be useless. But, of course, obedience was never your forte. Someone's blood status or family reputation were never factors that mattered to them, as long as the person next to them brought happiness. And Mattheo brought it.

Disobeying your father was easy; it was difficult to keep the relationship secret. Not only did you keep going out with him, but you also accepted his request to be your girlfriend. It was an intoxicating feeling of freedom, but it also brought complications. You couldn't be seen together in public, you couldn't even walk around the school with the carefreeness of the other couples. His family had eyes everywhere - colleagues, diners, security guards. It was as if they were always lurking, ready to report any slip of yours.

In Hogwarts, the situation was not much better. Each meeting turned into a mission: an exchange of glances in the corridor, hands that touched for brief moments in the middle of a crowd, whispers in the dark between the empty corridors. Sometimes, you had the help of friends, accomplices in secret, who covered your tracks or distracted the most attentive. It was a dangerous game, but it only made everything more intense.

With the arrival of the summer holidays, his father, for the first time in months, seemed relaxed. I believed I could finally stop worrying about you and that boy. After all, what could Mattheo do now, away from Hogwarts and under the constant surveillance of his family? No boy would be stupid enough to try something... Right?

Wrong. Mattheo, of course, would try. And without hesitation.

At the beginning of the holidays, your father even became the man with whom you always had a good relationship. The weight of that explosive discussion was, little by little, dissipating, and he was more affectionate, more attentive. The meals at the long wooden table became less tense again. He even smiled from time to time, and you realized that, even suspicious, he seemed satisfied to believe that you had obeyed him. But behind this relief, he still kept one ear standing, always attentive, watching, suspicious.

That particular night, the silence was absolute in the house, interrupted only by the soft sound of the pages of his book. You were already lying down, the blankets comfortably pulled up to your shoulders, and the moonlight entered through the window, bathing the room in a pale and reassuring light. The whole house seemed wrapped in a peaceful stillness, as if everyone had lowered their guards, just for a moment.

Suddenly, there was a light knock on the door. You froze for a second, but soon relaxed when you heard the familiar sound of the wood creaking as you opened. Your father came in, wearing a smile that seemed genuinely affectionate, something you hadn't seen for some time. He approached the bed with a sparkle in his eyes that, despite everything, still brought that usual paternal pride.

- Good night - he said, his voice low and almost sweet. - Sleep well. - Before leaving, he took one last look, as if he was making sure that everything was in order, and closed the door behind him with a soft click.

You let out a sigh of relief, turning your eyes to the book. But a few minutes later, a soft noise in the window caught his attention. It was a sound that shouldn't be there - as if something was scratching the glass. His heart raced, but not from fear.

You threw the book aside and got up slowly, foot by foot, to the window. As you approached, the darkness outside seemed to move, and then you saw him. Mattheo, with a crooked smile on his face, hanging precariously on the parapet. His heart jumped, between disbelief and euphoria.

He had somehow dribbled the property's protection spells, passed through the muggle world and all the security guards in his house, and climbed to his bedroom window - all just to see her. It was insane, dangerous, and you couldn't help but smile.

You quickly unlocked the window, trying not to make noise. The cold air of the night came in with a breath, you stretched out your hand, your eyes meeting Mattheo's for a brief second, before helping him balance and enter.

He crawled through the window with an almost feline agility, his clothes crumpled and his hair misaligned, but with that intense and determined look that made his heart race. As soon as his feet touched the bedroom floor, he straightened up, taking a deep breath, before pulling her into a tight hug, as if the few days apart were an eternity.

You moved away just enough to look at him, your eyes still shining with surprise and happiness.

- How did you get here? - he whispered, trying to contain his laughter as he pulled him further into the room towards the bed. - If my father knows that... I can't even imagine what he would do.

Mattheo smiled, that confident smile that always managed to make you forget everything around you. He ran his hands through his messy hair, fixing himself a little, as if the little adventure was something trivial.

- I'm smarter than he thinks. - he said, his voice down as he got closer.

His heart was still beating fast, both for the adrenaline and for the relief he seemed to transmit so easily.

His lips met his in a slow kiss, but full of intensity. The electricity in the air mixed danger and desire, as if the world outside was about to collapse, but at that moment, everything was exactly where it should be. His hands wrapped around Mattheo's neck, afraid that he would move away, pulling him closer.

Soon, the touches between you became more urgent, almost hungry. It had been some time since you were alone, and the holidays had increased the distance between you. His hands explored his curves, as if he wanted to record in memory every inch of his body in light grips and caresses under his pajamas.

Mattheo walked away, moving his mouth down his jaw and neck, depositing kisses on his hot skin. You, however, could only wrap your fingers between the wavy strands of his hair, sighing at every touch of him on you.

- I missed you so much... - Her skin shivers just with how his breath hits her, the confession makes her heart and body melt completely.

In a quick impulse, you felt him lift you up on your lap, and that pulled you a muffled laugh as it was carried to your bed. Mattheo carefully deposited you so as not to make noise, his body relaxed as he placed himself between his legs and leaned over you.

His hands touched him again, but this time his fingers groped up to the bar of his shirt, pulling the fabric up, and then you could finally feel your boyfriend's skin under your hands. Mattheo smiled mischievously at the way you stared at his body after being exposed. The icy air that had entered through the window previously had already dissipated with the heat that radiated from their bodies, the weak light that came from the clear sky through the window made it even more beautiful in your eyes, completely hypnotized with it leaning over you again.

His hands explored his body, taking off every piece that prevented him from seeing you, except for his lingerie, at the same time that his legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him even more against him. Your skin heating up even more against him, feeling how slippery you could get just by having him kissing you and running his hands over you.

For a moment, Mattheo moved his face away from his just to be able to observe his eyes when he took one of his hands to the middle of his legs, dragging his fingers over the thin fabric that still covered his skin, feeling how hot and humid it looked there now. A smile formed on his face in response, while you just squeezed your legs around his hand and sighed deeply.

- Always needy for me. - He still whispers with a smile convinced of the effect he had on his body.

That feeling was making you desperate, getting even more tearful when you felt the distance from the fabric, leaving the expectation of feeling something. But he didn't, Mattheo was fascinated by the way his hips moved trying to find more contact with his fingers, in addition to his sighs and low moans that he made a point of swallowing with a deep kiss.

However, the electricity in his body increased even more when, during the kiss, you feel him slide one of his fingers into his folds, slowly and steadily at first, exploring every detail of his walls that, for Mattheo, seemed tighter than he remembered. His lips went back down your neck, clavicles and finally reaching your breasts, just enjoying every little noise that was emitted by you.

Maybe it was the high number of weeks you were without seeing him, after all, you used to go fast, but not that way. Mattheo's lips on his body and his agile fingers working hard on his nerve point seemed to be enough to make you float, given that his legs were already tense and his walls closing around his fingers.

Upon noticing his body's reactions, Mattheo decides to slow down, provoking you to the limit, something common between the two of you. His eyes met and you could see how dark and deep his eyes were, how hungry he seemed to be for you, to the point of even using the friction with the covers to gain some kind of attention, while watching his body squirm under him.

- Matty, please... - Your voice comes out more desperate than you would like, longing for him to go back to making those heavenly movements on you.

In response, he just attacks your lips, completely moving his hand away from you. At that moment, you could swear that you were no longer in this world, letting your mind travel through the black and wavy hair that you loved so much to curl in your fingers. His mind returning only with the muffled noise of the belt jingling that quickly undid, with that, his hands flew to the buttons of the pants that Mattheo wore, anticipating his movements.

He smiled against his lips, but soon walking away and standing in front of the bed to remove the remaining clothes. You stood on your elbows, watching his every movement, practically drooling over the image that appeared to you now.

Even before Mattheo got back closer to the bed, you got up in front of him, but quickly falling on his knees, something that only made Mattheo squirm more against his own hand, which was soon replaced by his fingers and soft lips in wet kisses.

Her hair began to go around her boyfriend's fingers, who used it to keep control over her head. In a sudden movement, Mattheo felt you put it entirely in your mouth, tipping your head back with the sensation, trying to contain any eventual noise that wanted to come out of it.

The fact that he had you in front of him in his room, with his parents sleeping a few doors away, seemed to make everything even better. Having sex in situations like this was not really unusual for both of you, but now it definitely seemed euphoric, wrong and so exciting that only that made you get closer to your orgasms even faster than usual.

The movements of his lips brought him back, becoming a little faster and deeper, it was possible to feel his throat around him. This seemed too much even for Mattheo, who used to have an absurd control over himself. He held his hair tighter, pulling it out of him, seeing how his lips were shiny, combined with a small ligament of saliva bursting with the distancing.

- Look what you do to me, damn it. - He said low while smiling at the way he was now. You got up, kissing him again, but he walked away, just resting his forehead against yours and feeling his panting breath. - Bend over on the bed.

Your body fulfills that request as if it were being controlled by him, turning and bending over the soft mattress, without any concern of being so exposed, Mattheo had already seen you from almost all angles, attracting himself to each of them.

With your spine curved upwards and your face on the quilts, you feel it approaching, getting electric just with a light contact of his fingers curling around the waistband of your last piece, dragging it down on your legs.

- So beautiful. - Mattheo murmurs to himself when he notices a large mirror on the other side of the room, showing him the perfect scene, while he positions himself at his entrance.

Merlin, you wanted to shout his name when you started to feel him come in. Anyway, you couldn't contain a moan even though you were muffled on the fluffy blankets, letting out a tearful moan, the one Riddle loved to hear.

Little by little, he was deeper, finally staying there until you got used to his size. For him, it was like being completely crushed, feeling you pulsate around him and watching his lips be bitten in an attempt to remain silent. But he moved again, calmly at first, but increasing the pace while holding firmly on his hips.

And in some time, you were at the pace you were used to. Mattheo went fast and deeply, always being careful not to emit any sound between their bodies, even though he longed so much to hear them. He alternated his eyes between his body in bed and the image projected in the mirror: you in a complete mess, messy hair and slightly shiny body of sweat. Suddenly, he pulls you by the waist, leaving you standing, back on his chest, without stopping moving against you.

Your eyes were heavy, you were about to feel that wonderful sensation, but he made a point of prolonging the torture. His head hung to rest on his shoulder, but a strong hand grabbed his face in a hurry, making you wake up and see what he saw.

- Oh, fuck, Matty... - You gaspe while he smiles devilically on the skin of your neck, a little marked for you to worry only the next day.

- Ssh, you don't want your parents to hear you say these things, do you, love? - His warm breath hits your skin like gasoline in a fire. - Your father would kill me if he even dreamed of what I do with his beautiful daughter, wouldn't he? Even more under the same roof.

You only have the strength to wave positively, since he would not accept mere silence as an answer.

The movements didn't stop even for a second, in addition to one of his hands going down your belly, reaching where you needed it most, pressing precise circles in place, taking you even higher, while your nails squeezed Mattheo's arm, leaving small half moons in his extension.

His mind at this point was hazy and heavy, lying on his shoulder once again, letting himself be carried away by all the stimulus he gave you.

Mattheo could feel you approaching, it was so wonderful for him. It was as if your body restarted after each orgasm, as if he was always the first to touch you, always the cause of that. The image he watched was the most beautiful he had ever seen, you let yourself be freed, spilling all that liquid that he loved to see flowing between the two of you. Giving him the endorsement to finally paint his fair walls.

His legs just trembled, making you lean on the bed between muffled laughter when he freed himself from you. Mattheo held you to the bathroom, helping you clean yourself before they go back to bed and you rest your head on his chest, just feeling affection on your shoulder and enjoying the heat of his body under the covers.

Lying under the covers, the soft light of the moon filtered through the window, creating a magical and intimate environment. You looked at Mattheo and, with a mischievous smile, asked:

- How did you manage to get into my family's property?

He laughed, a sound that melted his heart.

- Secrets, my love. I can't reveal everything, or you'll find out.

- I missed you so much - you said, the sincerity in your voice transpiring. - I love you.

- I love you too - he replied, pulling you closer. With your head resting on your chest, you soon began to fall asleep, wrapped in the heat of the moment.

But while you slept, Mattheo remained awake, gently stroking your hair. The thoughts consumed him. How he wished things were different. I wish I could take you out, give gifts, kiss her in public without fear of the consequences. My heart tightened when you remembered the furtive nights, when you saw other boys flirting with you. The idea of his parents opening the door at any time left him in a constant state of alert, between challenge and fear.

Earlier, Theodore had revealed a conversation he had heard between his father and Mr. Not. He was talking about introducing you to a boy from a good family, someone he had already chosen. Every word resonated like a blow to his heart. The possibility of losing you was unbearable, and the frustration grew.

While you, unaware of your agony, slept peacefully, your breathing soft and serene, he looked at you, the beauty of your innocence making him promise that he would fight for both of you, no matter what happened. The determination grew inside him. Even in the midst of chaos and uncertainty, the love he felt became his strength.

And so, while you dreamed, he stayed there, vigilant, dreaming of a future where they could be together.

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