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Hey, do you think you could ever do a yandere slytherin boys x reader? I read your Theodore nott work and thought the dynamic and story between them was really interesting. Btw I Love all your works!

Thank you!!

100% I can. This blog was made for both the Batfam and Slytherin Boys, so for sure I would.

I’ll write for all of them, but I’ll only do headcannons for Draco and Blaise. It’s more so just a personal preference. Almost five years back now I had a different platform where I pretty much just wrote for the two and the twins, so I’d just rather focus now on writing for the other characters. I’ll write long and short fics for everyone else. But nothing too detailed for the duo.

If you have anything specific that you want with them then I’ll definitely work on it after I’ve finished what I’ve been working on.

Or if not I’ll make some general hc for them as yanderes anyway🦖🦖

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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.

Requests are open!

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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masterlist here A/N: I hope you enjoyed this new perspective. I wanted to do something different since I always see Tom coming out on top, haha xoxo, bee✨🫶🏼

Dark Paradise || Theodore Nott

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06. Eyes on Fire

This chapter has content for adults!

Everyone seemed excited, a few days had passed. The end of the Triwitch Tournament came almost simultaneously with the end of classes. Tonight, the Slytherins decided to have a last party, which this time would allow the entry of students from other houses.

The long-sleeved body with cutouts fit perfectly to the Y/N body, the silver skirt he wore was short enough to have to cross his legs when he sat down, but at least his legs were covered to his knees by the black heeled boot.

The girl enjoyed the music while dancing with Pansy and Daphne, among other people, it was not an exaggeration to say that they drew a lot of attention, especially because they were among girls from other houses. Y/N, however, caught the attention of a more specific person.

Theodore could be a little under the influence of alcohol or, perhaps, the joint he smoked earlier, but every move of her caught his attention.

Something in the way she smiled with a cigarette between her lips or how her hips subtly hit the rhythm of the music began to mess with his head. He tried a lot not to look that way, but he looked like some pervert, staring at that skirt longing to see what was underneath.

Y/N sees that Laila was being hugged from behind, supporting the back of Nott's chest next to the table where a bar was improvised. The lufana shuddered slightly when she saw that Y/N was walking towards them, wasn't it enough to have all of Theodore's attention while he was with her? Malfoy gives the couple a smile and focuses on filling a glass.

- Where is your brother? - Astoria asks bluntly.

- I'm fine and you? - Y/N mocks and gets a look of disapproval from the girl. - I saw him with Matthew...

- I'm not with him. - the brunette appears on the other side of Y/N, and Astoria decides to look for him alone, since no one seems to have seen him. The girl came out murmuring, something that made them both laugh. The boy leans on the table and looks at Y/N with a malicious look this time. - But I can stay with you all night if you want.

Theodore intends to see Y/N laugh and observes Riddle's audacity from afar.

- Weren't you in love until a few days ago?

- You know how it is... They always fall in love with me, and this is the time to leave the scene. - Mattheose got closer and Y/N laughed at the boy's reaction. - But I know you would never do that, which would make us the perfect pair for that.

- I'm not going to have sex with you, Matt. - She said laughing, patting the boy on the shoulder and moving away slowly. - I know you too much for that.

Mattheo sighs in frustration, but overcomes quickly, looking again for a new prey. He then notices Theodore and a girl, he just waves, Nott's face was not the most inviting.

Theodore realized that he was not the only one that Y/N drew attention, and decided to follow Y/N with his eyes in the most discreet way possible. Laila, when she realized that, walked away with her friends and left him alone. "Finally," he thought.

- You should do something soon. - Pansy said as she approached the boy on the sofas in the noisy living room. - Come on, Theo, everyone is seeing how you have been flirting and I assure you that you are not the only one interested here. - Laila realizes the proximity of Parkinson's, and decides to go back to her previous post near Nott.

The lufana girl felt that the fact that Theodore did not expel her from close from him was a green light for her to stay close. Laila began to create a rivalry alone with Y/N, since the Malfoy girl didn't even care about her presence, it was as if she didn't exist.

- What do you think about going to your room? - The girl thought it better to try to take Nott to another environment, since he was still looking at Y/N. Maybe if she distracted him a little, he would forget his slytherin colleague.

Theodore resisted a little, but in the end accepted the girl's request, which resulted in Pansy's eye roll, who watched everything next to Blaise on one of the sofas. In fact, Nott thought it better to move away from Y/N before he behaved pathetically, declaring himself to her or something. He was perfectly drunk to say too many things.

- Calm down, he's just getting distracted by her. - Blaise tries to calm down Pansy who previously commented on how he was wasting his time.

- I should warn him that Y/N is not even waiting for him to afford to be distracted. - Parkinson just gets up and goes back to the middle of people looking for his friends.

While the party continued in the Slytherine communal room, Theodore and Laila began to undress in their room. The girl was extremely happy that he gave in and accompanied her to her room, everything seemed to be going perfectly well, completely normal. Theodore, even though he knew he was wrong, closed his eyes and imagined Y/N in place of the other girl as she lowered her mouth down her neck, chest, belly on the way to her belt, kneeling in front of her. The image in his mind of his friend like this in front of him made him open a big smile.

Laila smiled, convinced by the effect she gave the boy, she ran her fingers through his belt, opening her pants and taking off everything that prevented her from touching him, and then, finally, found him completely hard. Theodore moans slightly when he feels the warm drag of his tongue and the subsequent perfect fit of his cock in the girl's mouth. The lufana feels her hair get tangled between the fingers of Nott's hand, pushing herself deeper into her mouth.

She didn't care that only he had pleasure this time, her intention was precisely to make him think with his head up, so she thought he wouldn't be attracted to Y/N anymore, but that was a point that she just hadn't understood yet, Theodore was attracted to Y/N in every way. The girl increased the movements just as he instigated her and felt him squirm on her tongue, which welcomed him willingly.

- Damn, Y/N... - Theodore lets it slip and Laila freezes instantly, taking him out of her mouth and looking at him in disbelief.

- What did you call me? - she gets up quickly, staring him in the eyes and Theodore falls to his mind, not knowing what to say while fixing his clothes quickly.

- I'm sorry, I...

- You were thinking about her, weren't you? - The girl was now clearly red with anger. - You're unbelievable, Theodore. Asshole! - she screams the last word and goes out quickly down the hallway, chased by him.

Laila pushes people in the middle of the party and pulls one of her friends. Upon leaving the environment, she bumps into Matthew, who notices the girl's face already wet with a few tears. Riddle was found seconds later by Theodore, who was looking for the girl.

- Did you see where she went? - Nott seemed a little panting.

- I saw it, but she didn't seem to want to see you now. - The brunette drinks a sip of his glass, hiding a little smile. Theodore just sighs, deciding to leave her alone. - What was it that Mr. Did you do it right?

- I was just very drunk, Riddle, it was no big deal. - He tries not to look at Mattheo while he takes the cigarette compartment out of his pocket.

- I won't accept that answer, Nott. Come on, uncheck. - Mattheotinha had a mischievous smile when pressing him, it was normal to see him or Draco breaking girls' hearts, but Theodore seemed so careful. - I won't leave him alone if he doesn't tell me.

- I just confused her name... - Theodore looked at the floor trying to disguise the discomfort of saying this out loud, looking that way, he had really been an asshole. - While she... Well, she was...

- No! - Mattheodisse incredulous with a huge smile on his face. - I even know by the name you called. - the boy said convinced while Theodore looks up at him, who did not confirm, but it was obvious who they were talking about.

- You're going to keep your mouth shut. - Theodore now looked at him from above, incisive in his warning. - Did you hear me, Riddle?

- My mouth is a grave. - The boy mocks and soon looks away to another place. - Y/N! - Mattheodiz excited and Theodore gets off of him, making Y/N strange the mood of the place when he approaches. - Did you think better about my proposal? - the malicious smile returned to Matthew's lips, making Nott close his face.

- Not even in your best dreams, Matt. - Y/N plays and turns his attention to Nott. - Where is Laila, by the way?

- He doesn't even know. - Mattheo gives a laugh, but soon she disappears after a look from Theodore.

- What a pity, I hope you get it right. - Y/N I didn't expect it, I actually hoped that girl who lives laughing would disappear from the face of the earth, but she couldn't just show that she cared, especially now that everything was fine between them. - I just came to let you know that I'm going to sleep, tomorrow we left very early to go home, that's if I find my brother.

- Where do you think he went?

- I have no idea, I just know that I have to take him home alive. - She jokes - If you see him, let me know. Good evening, boys.

Theodore felt horrible to look at Y/N distancing himself with his eyes darkened with lust again. He had just called her name, while another girl sucked his cock, it wasn't the time to want her again, and that was so wrong, but she didn't help much. The way her body moved while walking in her short skirt made him almost drool.

When he returned to the room, Theodore took advantage of the fact that he was finally alone and acted like a needy animal and finished what he hoped to have finished with Laila earlier, but thinking about Y/N, of course.

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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.

Requests are open!

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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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A/N: I hope you have met your expectations. I love it!

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T.N. || Platonic loves

Summary: Theodore falls in love with you more and more until he knows that having you will be harder than it seems. Wamings: A little sad and cute. Requests are open!

The sun was setting over Hogwarts Castle, casting elongated shadows through the stone corridors. You were sitting at one of the tables in the library, concentrated in your book of Potions. You had promised Charlotte, Theodore Nott's younger sister, that you would help her with a difficult duty.

While patiently explaining the principles of polymorphic potions to her, Theodore entered the library. He was looking for a rare book that he would need for his own duty. As he passed by the table where his sister was sitting next to him, he stopped for a moment, watching the scene.

He had always known who you were - you were in the same class, after all. But you had never been close. However, seeing her now, so focused and dedicated to helping Charlotte, the memory of a platonic crush that had haunted him in the first year returned with strength. At that time, his kindness in helping him with a simple academic question had touched a deep corner in Nott's heart. Now, seeing you, with your quiet beauty and radiant intelligence, turned this memory into a flame of unresolved desire.

Their encounters became more frequent, and Theodore surrendered to a silent admiration. Casual conversations between you were like small golden moments where he could glimpse a side of you that few knew. Every word exchanged, every shared look seemed to amplify the charm I felt. His presence next to Charlotte, at dinners and in pleasant conversations, was a constant reminder of a desire that he tried to keep under control.

After a while, Charlotte got up to pick up a book you mentioned. Theodore intended to take the opportunity and get closer, but quickly his sister returned, making the boy take small steps back.

From then on, the classes became more interesting for Theodore, who began to notice more in his presence. You always seemed to know exactly what you were doing, your precise and confident movements. He watched from afar, admiring his ability and the way he patiently explained things to other colleagues who asked for help.

In addition, his presence always close to the Sonserino group also caught his attention. The friendship you had with your roommate, Pansy, seemed quite close by the way they were glued to all meals and classes.

Sometimes, you caught him looking at you, always corresponding with a shy smile which made Theodore look away quickly, which made Pansy realize and say some things to you.

- Merlin, I think you're softening Theo's heart. - Pansy whispers with a playful smile during class.

She saw how Nott stared at you while she was focused on her notes.

- What did you say? - Nothing Pansy said had reached your ears, but when you turned your face to see your friend, you found Theodore's face in the row of tables on the side pointed at you.

He smiled slightly and you reciprocated, deciding to go back to what you were doing before.

It was on a winter night, under a starry sky, that Theodore made a discovery that would change the course of his feelings. He climbed the tortuous stairs of the Astronomy Tower, looking for a quiet place to satisfy his cigarette addiction, when he noticed a familiar figure already installed in the shaded corner of the tower. It was you, with a cigarette lit between your fingers, your eyes fixed on the stars. You seemed so comfortable there, as if that were your secret refuge.

The first meeting was a moment of mutual surprise. The silence of the tower was broken only by the soft sound of cigarettes lighting and going out. When Theodore approached, his gaze found him with a mixture of surprise and curiosity, before offering him a cigarette with a shy smile. It was the beginning of an unexpected bond.

On time, what began as casual encounters turned into a shared routine. The conversations began with comments about the development of Charlotte, Theodore's sister, but soon delved into more personal and relaxed discussions. You two talked about your hopes, fears and dreams, finding a genuine connection with each other. It was as if the night environment and the smoke of cigarettes dissolved the barriers between them.

However, in recent weeks, Theodore realized that you were no longer going there. The tower was empty and silent, and his absence became almost palpable to him. The fear that his presence there could be discovered as an attempt to find you and the discomfort of appearing intrusive made him hesitate to look for her directly.

Determined to understand what could be happening, Theodore turned to his sister, Charlotte, in the hope of getting some clues. During a casual conversation in the Communal Room, he tried to introduce the topic with the usual lightness. Charlotte was flipping through any book while Theodore, who sat on the couch in front of hers, tried to distract herself from restless thoughts.

- Don't you need help with your work anymore? I see that your reinforcement sessions with Y/N have decreased. - He tries to divert the focus from his real question, which seems to have worked. Charlotte drops the book with a somewhat disappointed face.

- Well, she actually canceled them. He said that, for personal reasons, he would need to take a quick break from class. - Theodore is interested in his sister's question and tries to find something else.

- And do you know what it's about?

- Gisela, a colleague of mine from Transfiguration, said that S/N is dating Lorenzo Berkshire. - That was definitely not the answer he expected to hear. - But I found it so strange, they don't really look like a couple, don't you think?

- I've never been close to Lorenzo, but I think I would know if they were leaving. - Nott's tone came out more worried than he would like, which formed a suggestive smile on his sister's face.

- I was also surprised when I heard, but that's what everyone is saying. They're really together. - Charlotte raised an eyebrow.

Before Theodore could answer, Blaise and Mattheo joined them, noticing Theo's subtle agitation when leaning his elbows on his knees, something common he did when he was nervous.

- What are you talking about? - Blaise asked, sitting next to Theodore.

- It seems that our dear Theo just found out that S/N is dating Lorenzo Berkshire. - Charlotte said with a provocative smile, which made Theodore roll his eyes and try to look more relaxed.

Blaise and Mattheo exchanged glances and laughed.

- Oh, so he finally found out. - Mattheo said, winking at Theodore.

- And apparently, that didn't go well. - Blaise added, poking Theodore lightly. - Are you jealous, Theo?

- No, of course not. Just... surprised, that's all.

- Surprised? Were you surprised when you heard, Zabini? - Mattheo asks with a lack of curiosity.

- Actually, I didn't stay. - Blaise laughs. - But why do you care, Theo?

- I don't care about that, Blaise, I just found it curious. - Theodore gets up angry and looks at his sister who was just smiling.

- Of course, of course. - Blaise said, rolling his eyes. - Just don't let Lorenzo notice his lost dog looks.

- You are impossible. -Theodore grumbled, while gathering the books he had thrown on the couch when he arrived before. - I'm just surprised, that's all. They don't really look like a couple.

Charlotte laughed, noticing Theodore's half-comical and clearly disappointed tone.

- And what did you mean by that? Are you jealous?

Theodore just left the place, hanging his coat over his shoulder in a hurry to go to the dormitory, but Blaise and Mattheo continued to provoke him until he disappeared in the dungeon corridor.

[...]

A few days after the conversation with Charlotte, Theodore decided, once again, to seek refuge in the Astronomy Tower. The sky was clear, and the night promised to be quiet, the perfect setting for his restless thoughts. When climbing the silent stairs, a mixture of anxiety and hope accompanied him. When he reached the top, he saw his family figure already installed in the corner of the tower, the cigarette smoke mixing with the night fog.

His presence was an unexpected relief. Theodore hesitated for a moment before approaching, not wanting to break the silence with unkeen questions about his recent removal. Instead, he limited himself to sitting next to him, pulling his own cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it with a familiar gesture.

You looked at him with a genuine smile, that smile that always had the power to illuminate the darkness of the tower and light something else inside it. The conversations returned with the usual naturalness, as if time had not passed and the distance had never happened. They talked about what they had missed in the weeks without meetings, about Charlotte and her new challenges, and about small details of the school life they shared.

Although his presence was comforting, Theodore could not ignore the discomfort he felt since he had heard about the relationship between you and Lorenzo. The fact that you remain the same, smiling and engaging, while he struggled to understand the new dynamics between you, made the situation seem strange and painful. Even so, the way you talked and the way your eyes shone as you spoke made Theodore forget, for a moment, the inner whirlwind that disturbed him.

He liked to hear his soft voice, which sounded almost like a melody, and the way you got lost in his thoughts, sharing his views in a passionate and genuine way. It was on one of these nights that Theodore discovered some charming secrets about you.

You mentioned that you preferred cats to any other animal, which made Theodore smile when he imagined you with a snuggled cat on his lap. He also confessed his love for spring, vividly describing how the flowers bloomed and how the air was fragrant and fresh. But the most surprising revelation was when you admitted that you liked Snape's classes. You laughed, a light and musical sound, and asked for a secret, since it was unusual for students to like the severe Potions teacher.

- I've always liked the way he teaches - he confessed, looking at the stars still with a light smile.

Theodore smiled, intrigued and enchanted by these new facets he was discovering.

- Cats, spring and Snape? You are full of surprises, Y/N. - He said, looking at you with admiration, who in turn laughed again, and the sound seemed to mix with the soft breeze that blew in the tower.

- I think so. But don't tell anyone about Snape, okay? - His eye blinked at him, joking.

- Our secret. - He promised Theodore, still smiling.

While they continued to talk, Theodore couldn't help but dig about his relationship with Lorenzo Berkshire. He knew that the two were officially a couple, but he had never seen them really close together. You and Lorenzo were rarely together in public, and when you were, the interaction between the two of you seemed more friendly than romantic.

Theodore began to wonder when and how this relationship had begun. I couldn't remember a specific moment when I had noticed a change in his behavior.

Theodore's thoughts returned to the nights in the Astronomy Tower. He realized that, although you had never mentioned Lorenzo in these conversations, the absence of any mention of him was, in itself, revealing.

You, in fact, still didn't know how to deal very well with your relationship with Lorenzo. He was a nice boy, but their relationship was never more than an agreement between his parents. Neither of them really liked each other; they just tried to talk and get to know each other better, in an attempt to like each other, but both knew that this didn't seem to work. Their parents always repeated: "love is something you learn to give to someone." However, the more time passed, the more you realized that forcing such an important feeling seemed impossible.

While watching you talk passionately about the things he loved, Theodore couldn't understand how someone so vibrant and full of life could be in a relationship without the same intensity and connection he felt for you, even in his casual encounters in the tower. He began to wonder if Lorenzo perceived his true essence or if he only saw her as a convenient partner.

These thoughts made him restless, because with each new conversation, Theodore felt closer, more involved in his world. And with every shared smile and confidence, he wondered how much he was willing to do to see her really happy, perhaps by his side, and not from someone who seemed so distant.

Theodore took a deep breath, deciding to address a subject that had intrigued him for some time.

- I was surprised when I heard about your relationship with Lorenzo. It seemed like something... sudden. -- You looked away, watching the cigarette smoke rise in soft spirals until it dissipated in the night air. His eyes reflected a slight discomfort and sadness.

- It was also a surprise to me. - He stamered, almost inaudible.

Theodore frowned, confused.

- What do you mean?

A sigh came out of his lips, looking at the stars as if seeking the courage to continue.

- Our parents joined us before we were even old enough for that. It's an old agreement between our families. - Theodore felt a tightness in his chest when he heard this. The idea of a forced relationship bothered him deeply. He leaned a little closer, trying to understand better. - We really had no choice. We tried to get to know each other better and follow what our parents wanted, but... it doesn't seem to work.

His lungs let out another heavy sigh, almost as if he regretted it silently. His eyes wandered through Theodore's face, who seemed to look for answers that would never come, but soon looked forward again.

- Is that why you've been away lately? - His voice was low, almost a whisper.

- Enzo hates that I smoke and I've been trying to stop. - A forced smile was given by you. - And, well... He also doesn't really like the fact that I'm alone for so long with you.

Theodore can't help but laugh in response, which led you to do the same. Lorenzo didn't really like you to care, but he didn't want to disappoint his father with a rumor that his girlfriend would betray him in any way.

His growing passion for you made these words hurt even more. Every smile of his was like a blade of light in the darkness of the tower, and Theodore allowed himself the indulgence to smile too, despite the knot in his stomach. He knew that reality was complicated, but at least there, his presence made everything a little more bearable. He valued those shared moments, even if the future was uncertain and the recent past left him a sense of strangeness. ____________________________________

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07. Hidden Diseres

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

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

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

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

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

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

[...]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- Excuse me?

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

- Whatever.

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

[...]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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08. Merry Christmas, Teddy This chapter has content for adults!

The water still flowed smoothly through Nott's body as he checked the conditions of his neck in the mirror. He followed Y/N's advice and the marks were really gone, luckily the makeup she wore had disguised it very well and her father didn't notice.

At Malfoy Mansion, everything seemed perfect, the table set and a beautifully decorated reception hall waiting for the moment when the guests would arrive. The large devoured tree had numerous gifts below it, the lights of the mansion were all lit, which made it less Gothic.

Y/N finished fixing her hair when her mother invades her room silently, smiling at the Y/N reflection on the dressing table.

- Should we go down already? - Y/N finished the makeup with a gloss that gave a slight shine to your lips.

- Oh, yes, in a little while. Do you know who confirmed his presence this year? - Narcisa approaches and puts her hands on the shoulders of Y/N, who is just waiting for the answer - The Berkshires. - The mother said slightly excited.

- But don't they usually spend these dates on a trip? What has changed this time?

- I have a guess. - Y/N turned to the woman behind him and noticed her suggestive and silly expression.

- Mom, please, you're assuming things that don't exist. - Y/N disdained and got up, on the way to the door. - I think we should go already, right?

- Well, let's see. - Narcisa just smiled and followed her daughter to the stairs.

As you go down, Y/N sees Pansy, Daphne, Blaise and Mattheo already gathered downstairs, near the stairs, greet each other and Y/N finds herself sweeping the place with their eyes looking for someone specific while friends simply talk.

- Come on, Y/N. They want to greet us. - Lúcios said, taking the girl out of her daydreams, but leaving her confused. Y/N just nodded and followed his father, joining his mother and Draco.

There were some guests who just nodded and made their way into the mansion, however, the Berkshire family seemed to make a point of stopping and talking to them.

Lorenzo, who came in the company of his parents and his younger sister, seemed enchanted by the image of the girl in front of him.

- Y/N, she is beautiful as always. - The boy had a smile and Y/N could not deny that he was slightly embarrassed by such a clear compliment in front of his family. That would only put more warms on her mother's head, that's what she thought.

- Thank you.

- Draco, how long have we not seen each other? - They both shook hands.

- You disappeared from the map for a long time. - Draco had a smile on his face, he seemed excited to see him again.

- Well, what matters is that I'm back.

Draco frowned in a slight confusion when he saw that Lorenzo stared at his sister throughout the conversation, looking away a few times. Y/N, in order not to be rude, just smile slightly whenever you directed your eyes to the boy.

The Nott family arrived, like the other guests, only in a slight nod, leaving to talk when the hosts were available. Theodore observed from afar the interaction of Y/N and a boy he assumed was Berkshire.

- Who is it? - Theo approached his friends and, without greeting, questioned.

- Good night to you too, Nott. Are you already jealous? - Mattheo could make Theodore angry very easily, especially when it was Y/N.

- That's Lorenzo Berkshire. He used to walk with you when you were kids, didn't he? - Daphne replied before Theodore gave the air of his bad mood.

- I don't remember him very well. - the boy responds dry and Pansy can't hold a light smile in reaction to his friend's slight jealousy.

- Don't worry, I think he intends to get closer. - Blaise provokes, drinking a sip of his cup and receives Parkinson's approval through a muffled giggle. Daphne, however, pokes her friend in retaliation.

When the two families finally dispersed, Draco gave his arm to his sister and took her further.

- What was that? - the blonde asks quietly, so that only she could hear it.

- Don't ask me, I know even less than you. - She turns to her brother with a more worried expression. - I have the feeling that our mother has a special participation in this. - Draco rolled his eyes in agreement, he knew that the parents could be very insightful when it came to planning this kind of thing.

Y/N to her eyes when she notices a well-known face of Hogwarts, one in which she didn't expect to see there. The person she stared at, perceives her and goes to her. Y/N pokes Draco who, promptly, turns around and looks at the girl.

- You couldn't settle just for Nott, could you? - Laila was beautiful, but that egg yellow dress definitely didn't favor her. She had a cynical smile on her lips while Y/N and Draco looked at her with a clear confusion for the girl's courage. - Of course not, you need everyone's attention.

- What are you doing here and who are you? - Draco questions and Y/N just keeps thinking about the situation.

- My family and I have always come! - She responds harshly to Draco, who just raises his eyebrows in surprise, a slight laugh at the way he left the girl red with anger.

- I had never noticed you here. - Y/N complete with a light laugh, completely ignoring what the previous provocation. - Well, I should get more involved in next year's guest list.

- Really. - The blonde disdains and walks away in the company of his sister. Laila murmured inaudible curses as the two walked away.

When they got closer to their friends, the provocations ceased. Y/N and Theodore look at each other and smile for a few brief moments. Merlin, he was beautiful that night, Y/N loved watching her expressions during the conversation, for a few seconds, she behaved like Lorenzo minutes ago. Theo's green eyes combined with her beautiful smile were perfect, it reminded her of last night, which made her look away from him immediately in guilt and shame.

The dream he had with him and what she turned soon after made his heart skyrocket quickly, the shameful feeling he knew was almost desperate.

- Was everything okay yesterday? - Y/N starts a parallel conversation with the group, Theodore, who was next to her, looked at her confused and then she concludes with a light smile. - With your father I say.

- Yes, thanks to you, actually. - He lingers on her face, recording every detail he captured. For a few seconds, they looked at each other like another day in the astronomy tower, they seemed to be completely oblivious to the rest of the world. - Thank you.

- I... I have a gift for you. - Y/N curls up slightly when leaving the trance you were in.

- For me? - Theodore looked at her with a weak smile, but she was, in fact, very confused. Why would she buy you gifts? They've never been close like that.

- Well, yes, don't you want to?

- Of course I want to, I was just a little surprised. - Y/N felt a hint of shame about it now, but it's already gone that far, I would have to hold on.

- Great, I'll give it to you before you go, I promise. - Y/N seemed satisfied and excited now, which made Theodore smile in response.

[...]

During dinner, Theodore watched more closely as Lorenzo looked at Y/N, which his mother made a point of putting next to her. From time to time, the boy approached her ear to say something inaudible to the rest. Y/N laughed sometimes, other times she just agreed. The fact is that Berkshire also perceived the sparks of when Y/N and Theodore met the looks. Implicitly and unconsciously, Theodore and Lorenzo made clear the threat one felt from the other at that dinner.

Later, when some guests were already saying goodbye, the group of Sonserinos gathered in the library of the mansion accompanied by Lorenzo. The boy was well received by everyone, Theodore may have been a little unsympathetic, but Enzo was already expecting it. Nott was bothered by the way the boy stared, shamelessly - his words - Y/N's legs when she sat down. The dress she wore was really a little in the middle of her thighs, but it was nothing revealing.

- Well, we should definitely spend the new year at one of these muggle parties. - Mattheo was excited for that, it was his new favorite topic.

- Although I don't like it very much, I'm in. - Draco gives more string, but Y/N brings him to reality.

- We still have to see a way to go, Draco. It's not that simple, you know. - The girl said, slightly serious, but concluded with a smile. - I think if our father knows that we are mixed with muggles like the Weasley's he dies of disgust. - Everyone laughs, and Y/N turns to Nott who was in an armchair near the tip of the sofa she was on, and asks low while everyone is distracted. - You're going, aren't you? - Theodore's eyes shine with the girl's interest and her hopeful little smile.

- I would never lose you running away from home. - He jokes and Y/N's face lights up with his confirmation.

- And you, Enzo, are you coming with us? - Draco asks and the boy directs his eyes directly to Y/N.

- Of course. - Y/N did not see this movement happen, because he planned other things with Daphne and Pansy on his left side, but it can be said that the silly little smile that Theodore had for Y/N caring about his presence quickly disappeared.

At a certain point in the conversation, Theodore fled discreetly to a balcony shared with other environments of the house and which he had access through the library. Y/N did not participate in the conversation and knew that Nott would probably smoke, and decided that it would be a great time to give him the gift. Lorenzo notices the movement and feels tempted to follow, but he knew it was not yet the time for this kind of reaction.

Y/N feels the coldest air of the end of winter hitting his uncovered skin and Theodore turns when he hears the noise of the heels approaching. The dim light of the place illuminated her and, if he were called, he would certainly think he was seeing an angel.

- I knew you would come to smoke. - She gets closer and stands by his side, she squeezes her arms in search of more warmth. - Was the conversation too boring for you?

- Do you want me to be honest? - Y/N laughs already understanding what he meant and is slightly distracted by his light laugh.

- All right, maybe I'll agree with you on that.

- You agree. - Nott says a little lower, but still smiling lightly before taking the cigarette to her lips again, which makes her legs sloll slightly, and maybe the champagne she drank during the night helped for that effect.

- Ah, your gift. Come on. - Y/N grabbed Theodore's hand, which shuddered him for a moment and pulled him to the end of the balcony, where he had a last glass door that led to his room. - I'll pick him up, just a second.

Theodore saw, outside, the white and transparent curtains swinging with the light breeze, the dressing table had perfumes and things thrown on top, and what caught her attention was the bed, with shatted sheets and a quilt, as if she had just got up and no longer touched the furniture. While Y/N was looking for Nott's gift, he went into a brief daydream of how he was jealous of objects such as sheets and duvets for having the girl's warm skin in direct contact. Y/N, on the other hand, felt slightly embarrassed that her bed was still messy, not because he would think it was bad, but because she knew what she had done there that morning.

- I found it. - She goes back outside and touches the door slightly. She delivers a small black package with a small red bow around it. - Don't open it now. You know you have to open only on Christmas morning. - She said smiling and Theodore laughed still with the cigarette between his lips, which served as gasoline for the girl's lascivious mind.

- Thank you, Y/N. - he says, keeping it in the inside pocket of the black suit he wore. - I really liked it.

- You don't even know what it is.

- But I know you have good taste. - Y/N smiled and agrees with a convinced "Truth" bass as they head to the parapet.

- Y/N. - Lorenzo calls, a few meters away, Y/N and Nott laughed, but Theodore closed his face immediately when he heard Berkshire's voice. - Sorry, I just wanted to say goodbye.

- See you later, Enzo. - He expected the girl to hug him or something, but she just waved from where she was with a smile on her face. Theodore is clearly happy about that. Lorenzo was patient, he was determined to approach her, he just smiles and withdraws.

[...]

Theodore had barely entered his room when he decided to tear the gift paper around a small rectangular box. When opening the box, he comes apart from a silver cigarette case with his initials discreetly engraved in the lower right corner. A piece of paper fell to the floor, he gathered it, opened it and threw himself on the huge bed while reading.

"I think this will be very useful for you, since the last time I smoked one of your cigarettes it was all crumpled.

As soon as I hit my eyes on it, I remembered you. I hope you like it!

Ps: I had your initials recorded so you don't miss it on any night.

Merry Christmas, Teddy. With affection,

Y/N."

Theodore smiled from ear to ear when he finished reading the little letter and realized the nickname.

Y/N also had fun writing her with the nickname she created in a somewhat intimate moment.

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T.R. || Loving you forever

Summary: Tom and you made a pact that they would be together forever, and you are willing to do so. Even if you have to trick some people into having him in your arms again.

Warnings: The story will take place in the 5thº year.

You, a brilliant student of Slytherin, carry with you an emotional weight and a story that few can understand. The connection you shared with Tom Riddle transcends mere friendship or romance; it was a union of souls who promised a future together, challenging not only conventions, but also the timelines themselves.

The promise made with Tom was more than words; it was a sealed pact with a love so intense that it seemed immortal. When the spell cast by him projected you forward in time, it was not just an escape, but a way to preserve this connection beyond death and forgetfulness. Every day at Hogwarts, while you keep your Slytherin student facade, it is a silent battle to hide the true weight of your heart — the pain of being separated from the one you love most and the persistent hope of meeting him again.

Current life, with its challenges and interactions, is constantly filtered through the memory of the past. Every step you take is calculated, each action is measured with the intention not only to fulfill your mission, but also to keep alive the memory of the love that once defined your existence. The fact that Tom's diary is the key to his resurrection makes his quest a mixture of duty and desire, an effort to restore what has been lost and, at the same time, a longing for a future where you can be together again.

As you approach Harry Potter, you are not only in search of a magical object; you are struggling to unite two worlds - the present and the past, love and obligation, the real and the imagined. Every moment you spend trying to gain Potter's trust is a step closer to realizing a promise that was made in simpler times, and also an attempt to reconcile what was left behind with what can still be achieved.

Behind his calm smile and the calculated strategies, there is a soul marked by an eternity of longing and a heart that still pulsates for the love that has never been faded. The mission is your redemption and your purpose, and its success is the key to restoring a piece of a past that you have never been able to leave completely behind.

His "frendity" began in a Herbology class. You were still someone unknown to him, which certainly helped you.

Harry began to sympathize with you some time ago, seeing you as an unexpected ally. It didn't take long for an obstacle to emerge in his path. Hermione Granger began to suspect her true intentions and decided to warn Harry about you.

One afternoon, while you were talking to Harry in the hallway, Hermione approached with a serious expression, which made you say goodbye and move away discreetly.

- Harry, are you sure you can trust her? - Hermione asked, her voice loaded with concern. - She is from Slytherin, and this should be taken into account.

Harry looked at Hermione, with a confused expression.

- I see no reason to suspect her. She has been very helpful. - Harry replied, trying to seem convinced.

Hermione crossed her arms, her eyes fixed on Harry with a determined look.

- Besides, she is also born a sucker, just like you. It wouldn't be a bad idea to have someone from Slytherin around. But don't worry, I know the reputation of the house is not the best. - He paused, as if expecting an argument.

Although it was not true that you were a "born sucker", the lie that you faced prejudice in Slytherin had a convincing effect on Harry. He believed it quickly, making his task easier.

- I just want you to be cautious. - Hermione insisted. - Even if she seems friendly, Slytherins have a reputation and, in my experience, it is always better not to let your guard down.

Despite Hermione's reservations, Harry continued to open up to you, but his interventions added a layer of tension to his plan. Maintaining Harry's confidence while dealing with Hermione's vigilance was a constant game of balance. Their meetings were planned to look spontaneous, always with a welcoming smile and an offer of genuine help. In each interaction, you calibrated your behavior to be useful and reliable, so that Harry did not suspect his true intentions.

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On the night of that same day, the library was wrapped in an almost reverential silence, illuminated by the flickering light of the candles and the soft glow of the magic lamps. The tall bookshelves projected mysterious shadows, creating an environment that combined comminess and mystery. Harry Potter was sitting at a table, immersed in a thick book, but his expression showed distraction.

You approached with a calm and strategic posture, your clear goal. Harry was distracted, and you noticed a subtle glow emanating from his bag, which was partially open on the table. With a trained look, you immediately recognized Tom Riddle's diary, shining slightly under the light of the library.

- Harry! - You started, your soft and friendly voice - It looks like you're having trouble with this material. Do you need help?

Harry looked up at you, his expression mixing relief with a twinge of suspicion. He moved slightly away from the bag, as if unconsciously protecting the valuable object it contained.

- Oh, it's you. - Harry replied, a little surprised. - Actually, I'm having difficulties with it. I would appreciate it if you can take a look.

You smiled and leaned over to examine the book, your hand sliding discreetly in the direction of the bag. The diary was there, clearly visible through the opening. You tried to stay calm while adjusting your position, trying to get closer to the bag without drawing attention.

However, Harry seemed to notice the movement. His eyes fixed on his hand next to the bag and he hardened a little, his lips closing in a thin line.

The silence of the library was interrupted by a slight sound of something falling on the floor. Tom Riddle's diary, which was visibly exposed in Harry's bag, slipped from the opening and fell with a deaf thum on the tiled floor. The sound made Harry lean abruptly to pick up the object, his expression of concern quickly turning into tension.

He bent down and caught the diary quickly, his fingers squeezing the object firmly as he straightened. His eyes were now fixed on the diary, and there was a shadow of nervousness on his face. The tension was palpable, and he made a visible effort to hide the book in his bag carefully, trying to stay calm.

Taking advantage of the moment, you leaned a little further forward, watching the scene with a look of genuine concern.

- It seems that this is very important to you - you said, your voice loaded with a carefully calculated empathy. - What is this book? It seems to be causing a lot of tension.

Harry looked at you with an expression of surprise and discomfort. He hesitated for a moment, clearly struggling to decide how much to reveal. The shadow of distrust still hovered in his eyes, but the sincerity in his tone seemed to have created a gap.

- It's just one... a personal item. - Harry replied, his voice a little hesitant. - It's nothing to worry about.

You gave a slight understanding smile, trying to soften the situation and keep gaining your trust.

- I Understand. Sometimes, we all have things that we prefer to keep to ourselves. - You said, tilting your head in a friendly way. - But if you need someone to talk to or help with anything, I'm here for that.

Harry seemed to relax a little, although there was still a pinch of caution in his eyes. He clearly appreciated the offer of support, but was still struggling to balance trust with distrust.

- Thank you. - Harry said, his tone a little more relaxed, but still careful. - It's good to know that.

You took advantage of the moment to take a step closer, but without invading his personal space.

- No problem, Harry. The truth is that I'm here to help, and I hope we can work together to overcome any difficulty. - You paused, watching him carefully. - If you need anything, especially if the book is causing problems, know that you can talk to me.

Harry gave a slight nod, his gaze still a little cautious, but grateful. The diary, now again hidden in the bag, seemed to be a source of great concern for him, and his answer indicated that he was starting to open up a little more.

As you walked away, a feeling of satisfaction and relief mixed with the awareness that distrust was still present. Every step towards Harry's trust was a victory.

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The next day, Hogwarts was immersed in an atmosphere of expectation. A timid sun filtered through the windows of the Great Hall, casting soft rays of light on the students' tables. The murmuring conversations and the usual clamor were interrupted when an urgent announcement echoed through the corridors.

Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley were summoned to the Flitwick professor's room due to an unexpected situation: the House's Academic Performance Report was severely outdated and there was an alarming discrepancy in the grades of several students. Hermione, known for her perfectionism and dedication, was immediately involved in solving the problem, while Ron, although initially reluctant, was dragged into the task due to his friendship with Hermione and his desire to help her.

The situation was carefully orchestrated by you. A quick manipulation in the academic records and a subtle error in the calculations had been enough to create a distraction that involved Hermione and Ron for several hours. The confusion generated and the need to correct the data urgently caused them to focus intensely on the task, leaving Harry Potter alone and unprotected.

With Hermione and Ron busy, you saw the perfect opportunity to get closer to Harry. The day was clear and calm, and the library was almost deserted. Harry was sitting at one of the tables, studying alone, his concentration interrupted only occasionally by looks of concern.

In the following hours, you adopted a meticulous surveillance strategy, remaining discreet and observant while following Harry Potter's movements. At every moment, you him through the corridors of Hogwarts, keeping a safe distance so as not to raise suspicions. His goal was clear: to wait for the right moment to intervene and ensure that he could follow Harry's footsteps for Tom Riddle's diary.

The library, where you were often nearby, became your observation post. On some occasions, you infiltrated the common areas and spent time in strategic corridors, always with a watchful eye on any sign that could indicate the boy's plans.

It was on a particularly quiet afternoon, while you were leaning discreetly against one of the walls of the corridor near the women's bathroom, that something caught your attention. Harry was alone, his hesitant steps echoing down the deserted corridor. He seemed to follow a voice that no one else could hear, an expression of curiosity and confusion on his face.

The scene aroused your interest immediately. Harry approached the women's bathroom with a fixed look, almost hypnotized, following the inaudible sound. This place, in particular, carried an emotional weight for you. It was the same bathroom where you and Tom Riddle had spent intimate and secret moments during your youth. It was also the entrance to the Secret Chamber, a vital place for his plans.

You hid in the shadows, watching carefully as Harry stood in front of the bathroom door. He hesitated for a moment, looking around as if trying to understand the origin of the voice that called him. His heart beat faster when he saw his interaction with the family environment. The old walls and dusty mirrors looked like silent witnesses of the past, preserving the secrets and history of his love with Tom.

Harry entered the bathroom, and the door closed smoothly behind him. You knew that could be the moment you were waiting for.

With your mind boiling with excitement and a renewed desire to achieve your goal, you waited patiently. The anticipation of finally being able to recover his beloved Tommy and the certainty that the moment was approaching filled his heart with a mixture of hope and anxious expectation.

After a few minutes, you decided to follow Harry. Entering the women's bathroom, nostalgia enveloped him when he remembered the moments shared with Tom there. Each step he took brought her closer to the achievement of his goal. Harry's presence there meant that something important was about to happen, and you were determined to ensure that the plan to bring Tom Riddle back was realized.

You moved forward, your breathing controlled, moving with the grace and caution of a predator. When he entered the bathroom, he saw Harry standing in front of a sink, murmuring words that activated the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets. A smile of satisfaction appeared on his lips. The way was open, and you were ready to follow Harry and recover the diary that meant so much to you and Tom.

Harry looked around one last time, then disappeared through the secret entrance. Without wasting time, you followed him, descending through the depths of the Secret Chamber, each step bringing you closer to your final goal.

Nothing could stop you from bringing your boyfriend back, not even the famous Harry Potter. After all, you had promised Tom eternity together, and you were willing to do anything to fulfill that promise.

With the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets open, you followed Harry carefully, keeping yourself in the shadows so as not to be detected. The narrow passage widened as they advanced, revealing a path of stones flanked by statues of imposing snakes. The air was humid and cold, and the smell of mold impregnated the environment.

The tension increased with each step. The statues of snakes, with their eyes fixed and mouths open, seemed to watch you as you advanced. The dim light reflected on the damp stones, creating a gloomy and mysterious environment. In the background, an immense sculpture of Salazar Slytherin's face dominated the space, his stern gaze seeming to judge anyone who dared to enter that sacred place.

You stayed in the shadows, watching as Harry approached the center of the chamber. His heart beat faster when he saw Gina Weasley lying on the floor, apparently unconscious. Harry ran to her, kneeling next to her and trying to wake her up with evident despair.

- Gina! Wake up, please! Gina!

You saw the frustration and fear in Harry's eyes as he insisted that Gina wake up. He shook her slightly, trying to resuscitate her. But before he could make any progress, a familiar voice echoed through the walls of the chamber, making his heart jump.

- She's not going to wake up.

You recognized the voice instantly. It was Tom Riddle, or rather, a projection of his youth. He emerged from the shadows, his imposing presence and cold look fixed on Harry. Time seemed to stop as you watched the scene unfold, the presence of Tom filling the camera with a sense of power and authority.

Harry stared at Tom with a mixture of confusion and determination.

- Tom... Tom Riddle. - Harry stuttered. - What do you mean she won't wake up? Is she...?

- She's still alive, but by a thread. - Your acquaintance and beloved Tom Riddle was finally there.

Tom's footsteps approached Harry, who stared at him with a certain fear.

- Are you a ghost?

- A memory preserved in a diary for 50 years. - Slytherin corrected it.

Tom noticed Harry's wand fallen and picked it up. Harry still seemed worried about Gina, a little distracted to realize.

- She looks cold. Tom, and the basilisk? - Harry looked up and noticed his wand in Tom's hands. - Return my wand, Tom. - The boy used an authoritarian voice.

- Why? You won't need it. - Riddle replied simply.

- Look, we have to go. We need to save her. - Potter insisted.

- I don't think I can do that, Harry. - He paused. - While Gina gets weaker, I get stronger.

It was at that moment that you decided to get out of the shadows. Harry, surprised to see you there, tried to position himself to protect her.

- Y/N, get out of here! He's dangerous! - Harry shouted, the concern evident in his voice.

But you just smiled and took a few steps towards Tom, ignoring Harry's warning. Her eyes fixed on the familiar and beloved face, Tom's expression softening slightly when recognizing her.

- Y/N? - Tom murmured, a mixture of surprise and recognition in his voice.

You nodded, the emotion evident in your eyes.

- Tom... Finally. - you said, the voice choked. - I spent 50 years looking for you, waiting for this moment.

Harry watched the scene, just shocked and confused.

- Y/N, what are you doing? He's trying to hurt Gina!

Tom reached out, and you took it without hesitation, feeling the familiar warmth of your touch.

- Y/N... my dear. - Tom said softly, his eyes fixed on yours. - I missed you so much. Every second away from you was an eternity.

- You have no idea how long I waited for this. - You answered, the emotion overflowing as I hugged you.

Harry, still processing the revelation, was trying to find a way to save Gina and prevent Tom's plans. But Tom's presence by your side and his growing power made it clear that you would not let anything or anyone interfere in your reunion.

Tom held his hand firmly, his dark eyes full of determination. Harry, still trying to understand what was happening, took a step forward, desperate to save Gina and understand the situation.

- Y/N, that's crazy! He's dangerous! - Harry begged.

You looked at Harry, without showing regret, just firmness. Tom, with Harry's wand in hand, turned to you, a cold smile on his lips as if admiring her.

Harry, confused and distressed, continued to look at you and Tom, paralyzed next to Gina's unconscious body. His expression was a mixture of shock and despair.

- Why, Y/N? How can you do that? - Harry managed to murmur, his voice full of frustration.

Tom gave an enigmatic smile.

- Harry, you can't understand. Y/N and I share a past that transcends any notion you may have. We were colleagues at Hogwarts, and our love was something deep and immortal. We made a promise of eternity that nothing and no one can undo.

Harry looked at Tom in disbelief.

- But... how did she not appear in the memories I saw? - Harry questioned, still trying to understand.

This time you answered coldly.

- Tom showed you only what he wanted you to see. There are many things you don't know, many hidden truths. I've always been by your side, even when you couldn't see it. - You pause, but then it continues. - Thank you for making things easier, Harry.

Tom began to resume his complete physical state, his presence solidifying as he again became an imposing and real figure. Harry, paralyzed next to Gina, watched feeling the failure on his shoulders.

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09. Scape

The week seemed to take longer than usual for Theodore, who was anxious about the promise that he would see Y/N only on New Year's Day. Of course, the Malfoy already had an appointment for that date, but Y/N and Draco already had an idea of what to do. The plan would simply be to say that they would go to a party at the Greengrass house, where the sisters' parents had traveled after Christmas, but this detail would not be contact with Lúcios and Narcisa.

- Y/N, I think it's good for you to change, Blaise and Theodore will stop by in a little while. - Pansy said getting closer to Y/N in the middle of the big hall they were in, the friend nods, saying goodbye to her parents and warning that she was already going.

Y/N began to feel a huge lack of the wizarding world, in these circumstances, for example, she would only equip inside the party, without any stress with transportation. As she wandered about the privileges of witchcraft, she headed to a large corridor with an alternative exit from the huge mansion, she had completely forgotten to call Lorenzo, who depended on their warnings to go along.

Y/N changed the clothes completely hidden in one of the bathrooms of the huge mansion they were in. The girl exchanged the long silk dress she wore for a black dress with dropped straps on the shoulders, the straps were of a model that made it look like they were folded, the bust and waist very well outlined while the skirt of the piece was more open and structured by the fabric going to the middle of the thighs, while the feet were in the same heel as before. She loosened her hair and retouched her mouth with a lipstick a little darker than she used before.

She looked at both sides of the hallway before leaving the bathroom, she would wait outside until one of her friends arrived, she didn't want to risk being caught by one of her parents or some acquaintance. When making sure she was alone, her heels roared down the big corridor, showing that she was alone there. The corridor began to turn into an external corridor, with pillars and wind passing through them. Y/N walked a few more meters until he came across the image of Theodore near one of the pillars, he had his hands in his pants pockets and a few buttons on his shirt open. They both opened an enthusiastic smile when they saw each other.

- Are you ready? - He said when he saw her approaching, Y/N was really beautiful that day and Theodore tried his best not to show that he was waiting to see her all day.

- Always! - The girl seemed confident. - Let's go? - She says and they start walking towards the exit.

- I can't imagine how much your brother will complain about your clothes today. - Theodore said in a joking tone, in fact, he tried. Y/N quickly captured the truth behind the sentence.

- Draco doesn't care about that. You, however... - Y/N let the few drinks taken until that moment control her and Theodore smiled with her attention in his words, but before he responded he was quickly interrupted.

- Y/N! - Lorenzo calls from the end of the corridor, a smile appears on Y/N's face as soon as he turns around, Theodore, however, didn't seem so happy. - I'm glad I found you in time. - Enzo approaches.

- I'm really sorry, Enzo. I was so busy that I ended up forgetting to call you.

- All right, Y/N, don't worry. I ended up finding you in the end.

- Great...- And realizing the little silence that was on the spot, Y/N decides to call them again. - Well, then, let's go?

Theodore extends his arm over the girl's shoulders, who is strange about his attitude, but decides not to question at that moment. Lorenzo, on the other hand, perceives and rolls his eyes internally to understand what Nott was trying to do.

The young people walked a few meters ahead, arriving in a black car, of an old but extremely new model that Theodore had won from his father as soon as he learned to drive, the car was like a jewel or object that passed from generation to generation in the Nott family, however, it had rarely been used by the other owners. Theo thought it was useless to win a car at the time, but now he would appreciate it for having it.

- Wow, do you remember how we planned to play in this car when we were children? - Y/N says admired to see the car and Theodore, with a smile, goes ahead in opening the door for her, in the seat next to the driver, of course.

The trip to the party was strange for Lorenzo, who realized the way Y/N looked at Theodore. The boy was slightly enewy when Theo asked Y/N to light a cigarette for him while driving. She did it, opened the cigarette case she had given him as a gift, which Lorenzo discovered by her happiness in seeing that he was using the object. Y/N then put a cigarette between his lips, painting them slightly red and burning the tip of it with a lighter.

But Berkshire's main point was to see her take the cigarette to Nott's mouth, the way he smiled and praised the light taste of the cherry gloss she wore made Enzo wonder if this was just another provocation from Theodore, or if it was really Y/N who was allowing him to do all this.

When they parked the car, Y/N was the first to leave and go to Blaise's car to meet her brother, Mattheo and Pansy.

- It really is a beautiful car, Nott. - Lorenzo adds and Theodore who just nods, avoiding continuing the subject with the boy when they both got out of the car. - But be honest, Theodore, how many girls have been in the back seat? - Berkshire provokes and receives a cynical smile coming from Theodore.

- In fact, the only girl who ever got into this car with me was Y/N. - Theodore had a suggestive smile and felt extremely pleased to take the audacity out of Lorenzo's face. Knowing that Berkshire would dwell on questioning if she was ever in the car before that night was what made Nott satisfied.

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- Who are you rooting for? - Mattheo asks Pansy in the middle of the noisy place. The girl doesn't understand at first, but soon realizes Lorenzo and Theodore in different corners and distant from each other.

- I thought only I was feeling the tension between them. - Pansy laughs and approaches Riddle to answer. - I thought Berkshire was in front, but the way she looks at Theo is different.

- You should bet. - Blaise suggests, hugging Pansy from behind.

- It would not be fair, since Pansy has all the power to influence Y/N. - Mattheo said indifferent, which made the couple laugh.

- Well, I can't deny that. - Parkinson drinks a sip of his glass while smiling. - But you could also influence since you share the room with one of the suitors.

It was really noticeable to anyone there that there was an implicit dispute between the two boys, but Y/N seemed to be the only one who did not realize anything at all.

In the course of the party, some somewhat unlikely couples formed. Draco and Astoria clung somewhere at the party, the girl Draco said she never had a chance with him seemed to make him start wondering about it.

Daphne and a Muggle boy passed by Y/N and Pansy going towards the bathroom, at the same time that Mattheo grabbed a Muggy girl in the middle of the dance floor. Well, maybe the latter wasn't so unlikely.

Lorenzo realized the affinity he had with Zabini as they talked next to Theodore, who watched Y/N from afar.

- Maybe, and only maybe, the muggles know how to make happy parties. - Y/N and Pansy watched the people downstairs dance when Draco's sister confesses with a silly little smile. The girls rested from the last songs in which they danced, when Pansy pulled a marijuana cigarette from inside the bag, and Y/N opened her mouth in a perfect O. - You read my mind!

- Maybe you're right. - Pansy agrees passing the cigarette to her friend, to bring it only once, returning it soon after. - Um, look who's also here...- the brunette points her eyes at Pucey who was approaching the two.

- Draco said he would invite him, but I thought he wouldn't come. - Y/N had the most attentive eyes to the brunette who stared at her from afar.

- Well, I think I'm going to look for Blaise, he's been missing for a long time. - Pansy moves away, while Adrian looked at Y/N with his typical malicious smile.

In fact, Pansy had gone looking for Nott, but it seemed that the boy had evaporated. She bumped into so many people and none was him. Parkinson murmured angry for not finding him on the couch before.

- What a great time for you to disappear, huh? - Pansy seemed angry when she found Nott sitting in one of the bar chairs.

- What? - Theodore looks at her confused.

- Adrian is here...- He still looks with a confused face, although now he seemed more interested than before. - He should look for Y/N. - Theodore understands Pansy's message and quickly gets up, but is prevented from pulling the girl's face on his arm. - I wasn't the one who told you, did you hear? - The highest just nods and returns to the way to Y/N.

After walking a few meters hitting other people's bodies, Theodore approaches the parapet on which Y/N was leaning and lays one of his hands on the girl's waist, who until then had her back to him.

Pucey changes the path he used to see Nott's presence next to Y/N. At this point, Y/N already imagined that Theodore no longer looked at her as just a friend or Draco's sister, his attitudes in recent weeks had made this somewhat evident, but that night it was probably the second or third time he touched her spontaneously, as if he were taking on a role of possession in relation to her.

- I thought you had nothing else to do with Adrian. - Now facing each other, Theodore observes Y/N's beautiful face as he puts some strands of hair behind her shoulder, while his hand still holds her waist.

- I never had anything with him to have an effective end. - Y/N smiles at Theodore, who raises his eyebrows in surprise at her answer. He couldn't deny that it bothered him a little. - You've been a little worried about me lately, Theo. Don't you think so? - Y/N's hands are around Nott's neck while they stay again in their own world.

- I just don't think Pucey deserves you. - Theodore said a little more seriously, he stared at Y/N's eyes and his fun expression in hearing him say that.

- And who deserves it then? - Y/N was extremely close to Nott's face now, feeling her breath, she just expected him to give her what she wanted so much lately. Theodore put more pressure on her waist, and realized how she looked at his perfectly drawn mouth and it reminded him of a repetitive scene in his dreams with her.

A little far from them, Berkshire watched. The boy sat at the bar, next to Pansy who noticed where he was looking and saw how upset he looked.

- What do they have anyway? - Lorenzo murmurs to himself, but Parkinson listens and decides to answer to himself as well.

- Nothing... for now. - Pansy wouldn't say that to someone who is suffering for someone else, but the drink made her very sincere about who she expected to stay with her best friend. Lorenzo observed that Theodore was advancing slowly, he tried to think of some reason to interrupt, but he knew that Y/N also seemed to want that. It was then that Berkshire's wishes were fulfilled, and the couple was interrupted once again that night.

- Y/N! - Astoria calls among people and soon approaches, at the same time that Y/N turns to face her. The girl was whiter than usual and had her eyes slightly wide. - Draco is putting everything out, I need you. - She concluded and soon pulled Y/N by the hand, which in turn pulled Theodore.

The three cross the environment, shrugging their shoulders with strangers as they headed to the bathroom. As soon as they enter, Y/N sees the blonde leaning over a toilet with a sweaty forehead.

- By Merlin, Draco. - The sister approaches and runs her hand over the boy's back. When he raises his head, Y/N gives him some tissues that he took near the sink and helps to dry the sweat on his forehead. - You look terrible, can you get up? - the blonde nods and the girl helps him, letting him hold his forearms. - Let's wash your face and mouth, okay? Come on.

Theodore and Astoria just looked a little worried at the brothers' interaction. While Draco leaned his hands on the sink, Y/N deposited wet papers on the back of his neck. It was even beautiful to see how she took care of her brother, not fighting with him, not that she didn't want to fight for him to exaggerate, but I knew that now that would be of no use.

- Well, I think the party is over for us. - Y/N jokes, making Draco smile weakly. - Astoria, you come with us, don't you? We were going to stay at your house anyway.

- Of course.

- I can take you. - Theodore got ready.

- Are you sure you want to spend the first day of the year taking care of a drunk boy? - Y/N said smiling. - You don't have to if you don't want to. Daphne said their driver would take us.

- I would also go there. - Theodore said, smiling and putting Draco's arm on his own shoulder, helping the boy walk. - It wasn't just you who lied about where you were going.

- Astoria, can you tell Lorenzo that he's going with Blaise? - Y/N held his brother's other arm and they left towards the exit of the party while the girl nodded and disappeared for a few minutes.

- I love you, sister. You love me too, don't you? - Draco said draggedly while staggering, clearly there was still alcohol in his body. - Don't tell Astoria, but I threw up on her dress. - Y/N and Theodore can't contain the laughter with the last sentence. When Astoria came back, her dress really had a horrible stain.

Y/N lengthens her back after sitting Draco in the back seat of the car and soon she approaches to put on her belt. - I'll leave the window open in case you want to vomit, okay? - Draco didn't hear anything, the boy already had his eyes closed and started to sleep.

- Will he be okay? - Astoria asks worried and makes Y/N smile with the care of the girl.

- At what moment did he vomit on you? - Y/N asked curiously with a suggestive little smile on his face.

- Y/N! How horrible that you want to know this like that. Don't you see that your brother is not well? - Astoria said, angry and with her cheeks slightly flushed as she entered the vehicle, standing next to Draco.

- You've already answered! - Y/N and Theo laughed and got into the car, following a journey to the Greengrass Mansion, while Astoria watched Draco all the time, every movement he made when breathing or moving, so she didn't even notice the tension that hovered between Y/N and Theodore.

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That night, Y/N needed help to give his brother a cold bath and then put him to bed. In her head it seemed like an easy task, but it was definitely the heaviest thing she had ever done, and Draco didn't seem to want to collaborate. Luckily, Theodore helped, taking the boy to the bed of one of the many guest rooms in the place.

Y/N was exhausted, borrowed one of Daphne's pajamas and took a shower, soon after, she went to the kitchen looking for something to eat. While she chopped some fruits in a small bowl, Theo leaned on the door holder in total silence, just watching Malfoy on her back humming some music.

- No sleep?

- Just hungry. And you? - Y/N said still without turning around to look at him.

- I heard the noise of someone walking around the house and I thought it could be Draco.

- If it were Draco, you can be sure that his bodyguard would be escorting him. - Y/N jokes when referring to Astória, which makes the boy laugh too. Y/N finally finishes the quick snack he made and turned to Theodore, finding the boy in his pajamas, which seemed strange at that moment. Y/N was used to seeing him with Slytherin's cape, quidball uniform and even less formal suits or clothes, but seeing him in pajamas seemed a little more intimate than usual. - Do you want to? - She offered a small fork and he nodded positively, approaching.

They started eating quietly and slowly, although a little strange, it was also comfortable. Theodore took advantage of every small flash of light that entered through the window in front of the kitchen sink to admire Y/N with his sleepy face, which in turn felt the look of the boy himself. In a brighter place it would be possible to see the slight blush that appeared on his face.

- Do you miss Hogwarts when you are at home? - Theodore breaks the fragile silence that reigned for a few long seconds.

- Usually not, but this last week yes. - She responded with a slight smile on her face, but still without looking at him. Theodore wondered if she missed school because she also missed seeing him every day, just like he felt about her in that long week. - Why? Have you missed me? - Y/N provokes, now looking at Theodore's angelic face, who just directed his eyes to the girl's pink lips.

- To be honest, lately you have been appearing in my thoughts more than I would like to confess. - Theodore seemed too close now, his breaths mixing and the slight touch of his fingers dragging a lock of hair away from her eyes made her shiver.

Nott's confession seemed more like a request than a de facto outburst. In his mind, he revisited every dream scene in which she appeared. That moment was different from the others when they were about to kiss, there was no hurry or tension at all. The distance between them seemed to decrease naturally. Y/N was waiting for Theodore, she wouldn't try any more proximity of this type if he didn't do something at that moment.

- You're so beautiful. - Theodore's hand went down from his hair to his mouth, dragging his thumb slightly over his lower lip. - I've been dreaming about you every night, Y/N. Even trying, I couldn't stop thinking about you for a minute. - The words were like butterflies that circulated inside the stomach of Y/N, increasingly lost in those eyes and confessions.

She decides to repeat what she did on the night of the dance, taking the initiative to have him for herself and touching her lips on his. Theodore corresponds with passion, bringing her body as much as he could, his hands snaked through all the fragile fabric of the sweater she wore, creating crumpled folds, hungry hands looking for the least amount of skin she could. Her hands, in turn, were in the middle of his hair, curling and pulling more to herself as the kiss deepened more and more.

Theodore pushed her against the sink bench, pressing more on the bodies and lowering the kisses down her neck as sighs fell from Y/N's mouth. The external lighting brightened a little the lascivious scene that happened inside the house, Theodore climbing the hem of the white silk piece she wore, squeezing her thighs to the point of marking them as his. - Merlin, I'm in heaven now. - That's what went through her head when she felt light bites on the skin of her neck and hands inside her legs, teasing her over her underwear with a torturous finger drag.

Y/N closed his eyes, hung his head back, stuck his nails on the bench behind him, and surrendered to the feeling of his hot hand invading his panties with his fingers, pressing in slow circles the most sensitive point between his legs.

Nott kissed her mouth again, swallowing every moan she let out, they were like music to him. In a short break during the kiss, he observed the mess he left in Y/N. Neck with the marks he left, a strap fallen from her shoulders, legs squeezing in her hand and half-open lips releasing all the moan she had.

- Please... - Y/N said between moans still with his eyes closed. He held her neck, just strong enough to make her look at him. - Theo, I want you so much now... - The boy thought for a moment if he wasn't in another of his hot dreams with her. Theodore was on fire to hear her call her name.

He stopped what he was doing, kissing the girl's soft mouth again. Y/N felt Nott's hands grab the sides of his hips, clearly feeling how needy he looked inside his own clothes. In a quick movement, Theodore turned her, leaving her Y/N back against her chest. His hands walked under the fabric on the girl's body, kisses and small bites were left on her shoulders.

Y/N felt Theodore's hands reach one of her breasts, squeezing it slightly and making her gasp with the sensation. She held it in his arms, as if she were fading down there.

The pressure of Y/N's ass on his dressed member made Nott hurry to take off her panties. The piece fell easily through her legs, which kicked her slightly to some corner when it reached her feet.

Squeezes were felt stronger and stronger on his thighs and ass. Theodore undresses just enough to fit into her, which he leaned slightly so that he finally entered.

- Don't do this to me, Theo, please...- Y/N moans low while he provokes her by crawling between her wet folds. Theodore smiles instantly when he hears the girl of his dreams beg for him at last.

- Sorry, love, you're so wet that I couldn't contain myself. - Theo's deep voice completely loaded with excitement near her ear made her squeeze around nowhere. He provoked her a few more times, making her temporarily hate him for it.

And then Theodore finally pushed himself into his entrance, hypnotized with the view of the sweater raised to the Y/N waist by his firm hands around his body. To Theo, it seemed like paradise, to feel it around him, the scene and the moans that came out of that beautiful mouth.

Y/N felt the ice cream from the countertop stone against her boiling skin when Theodore began to move inside her. He pulled her body back and she laid her head on one of her shoulders, making a point of moaning near his ears, which she realized made him react more intensely.

Theodore held Y/N's neck with one hand, ensuring that he had the control he wanted over her. The other hand went to the sensitive clitoris again, while distributing kisses on the extension of his neck. Y/N at this point only tried to hold on to his body, grabbing his arm stretched over his belly and feeling him release his neck, using his hand to hold it in place.

- Damn, you're fucking tight... - Y/N was super stimulated enough to squeeze only with Theodore's low moans, the things he said just made her closer to the edge. Her grips made Theodore smile convinced.

- Teddy, don't stop...- That's just what Y/N could say, and then the eyebrows came together, the lips opened, the muscles tightened and a small amount of a viscous white liquid ran down his thighs as he continued to hit his hips against hers.

That was too much for him, Theodore continued to move in the same way as she squeezed around him, which was the last straw. A few seconds later, he tried to move his hips away so as not to end up inside her, but Y/N used one hand to pull him back and spill himself inside her.

When he retired from Y/N, Theodore probably saw the most sexually attractive scene for him, which he made a point of keeping it mentally for another moment. Y/N recomposing himself little by little by holding on to the sink, the legs trembling and both liquids mixed flowing between the thighs.

- Merlin, I need a bath. - The breaths are still controlling when she turns around, still leaning on the bench. Both smile with the Y/N statement.

The clothes and hair were already properly tied when they both headed out of the kitchen. Y/N did not dispute and Theodore did not question, they just took a shower and slept peacefully in the room where the boy was

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The breakfast table was set, the meeting of the Slytherin friends at the big table reminded Hogwarts once again, with no adults around, only them.

Luckily for Theodore and Y/N, the girl managed to return to the room without drawing attention earlier that morning, she took advantage of the fact that all her friends were passed out in their rooms and that they would not even wake up with a bomb. Most of them were destroyed the night before, Draco was certainly the most affected.

- Merlin, never let me drink like that again. - The blonde held his head between his hands with his elbows on the table.

- You'd better recover quickly, little brother, tomorrow we'll return to Hogwarts. - Y/N said while drinking a sip or another of your coffee.

- You don't need to remind me, Y/N. - The boy complains and when he was going to say something else he was interrupted.

Mattheo drew all his attention to himself, who came from the kitchen with lilac lace panties hanging from his index finger while a malicious smile adorned his tired face.

- Someone here had a lot of fun last night, huh? - Y/N and Theodore froze with the look of Mattheo and Pansy on them. - Astoria did you really do miracles here, Draco making a little scene to let the party do this in the first room they entered? - Y/N and Nott didn't understand, but they wouldn't take that in front of everyone. They took advantage of the fact that Draco was so out of patience that he did not make a point of answering, while Astoria received a stern look from her sister.

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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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Dark Paradise || Theodore Nott

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11. Hints of jealousy

The joy of the younger students in returning from the small vacation was genuine, children ran the corridors and received curses from Snape, but they cared little about the grumpy teacher.

Y/N smiled when she saw the happiness radiate from the first Slytherians, she remembered when she was at that end of the table, looking with curiosity at the ceiling of the great hall. Nostalgia was invigorating at times, a hint of hope that his house had a little nicer students a few years ahead, who knows. One of the little girls noticed her looking and threw a shy little smile reciprocated by Y/N.

Theodore was in a good mood, something that hadn't been seen in a while. Berkshire's tireless attacks with the girl they were both in love with prevented him from having a completely good week. However, the event of last night made him behave as if his life was perfect now.

Y/N did not avoid the boy, but also did not look to him to talk about what happened, she, in fact, thought it was better that way at the time. In the transfiguration class, for example, they sat together, and both were afraid of the embarrassing silence happening, but it did not occur, they talked normally about the subjects of the class and other subjects not related to them.

However, of course, neither of them noticed the curious looks of Pansy and Mattheo. Although Riddle found the intimate piece in Daphne's kitchen, he and Pansy were not sure if what they had imagined had really happened, that is, there was still speculation between the two friends.

Later that day, the three slytherin friends were studying in the library, or at least that was the initial plan. They started looking for books and ended up gossiping about the latest events in their lives and at school.

- What's between you and Blaise, anyway? - Daphne was curious, but Y/N paid attention to Pansy, waiting for her answer. The brunette sighed, a little discouraged.

- Ah, I don't know yet. - Y/N and Daphne had their foreheads frowned in confusion, waiting for the explanation. - I like him on some level, but it seems like something so superficial. - Pansy paused, making sure no one was listening. - A few weeks ago we... Well, you know, but we haven't talked about it since then. Everything seems so confusing.

- Maybe it's a good time to confront him, don't you think? - Daphne asks.

- Well, I don't think so. I'm still not sure what I feel is really some feeling or just need. - She sighed again, but the discouragement quickly turned into a little smile. - This is not the case of Theo, for example, who lives in sighs when you are around. - Y/N did not expect it, just like Daphne, who hid a low smile with her hand.

- Don't exaggerate, Pans. - Y/N said a little awkwardly, looking at the book again, in an attempt to study. - Let's go back to transfiguration, better that way.

- And of course, Enzo seems to be the same way. - Parkinson ignored what she said and continued.

- Y/N definitely has all kinds of boys at your disposal. - Daphne plays and Y/N looks at her with irritation.

- Ah, that's a fact. - Pansy confirms.

- If you want to talk about it, let's go. Explain better what you mean Daph. - The girl surrenders, knowing that the more she denied, the longer it would take for that provocation to end.

- Well, let's start with the kind of shy and handsome boy, this one for sure is Nott. - Daphne starts and Pansy immediately agrees with all the description that would follow. - He attracts more girls than he seems, the charm also helps a lot.

- And did you just think about him? - Y/N asks with a convinced smile, thinking that the friend had ended up there.

- No way! Let me continue. - This time, Greengrass had a confident face. - There's also the well-known problem boy... - before she finished the sentence, Pansy and Y/N guessed it.

- Pucey. - They say in unison, laughing after that.

- But he doesn't count, he's not in love with me.

- He's in love with something you have, so he certainly counts. - Pansy said with a malicious tone. - Daphne, keep going.

- There's the clumsy guy, so clumsy that it can be seen as cute, this one is certainly Weasley. - Pansy makes a disgusting face and Y/N rolled her eyes in reaction to Parkinson's way, but kept listening. - And last, and the best in my opinion. Lorenzo Berkshire, beautiful, shy in the right measure, kind and so passionate. - Daphne seemed to die of love for the boy, even if she didn't know him so well.

- You could feel the friction between him and Nott this last weekend. - Pansy said and Y/N just sighs.

- Okay, now we can close the small acta about my personal life? - Y/N smile nervously, hoping that the subject would end at once.

The subject is not over, Daphne and Pansy continued to expose their opinions about Berkshire and Nott, but now they looked like tietes, while Pansy defended her friend Slytherin, Daphne said how much Berkshire was the love of Y/N's life since her childhood.

What did Y/N do in the meantime? She simply kept studying, from time to time, laughing at the arguments of the two friends about who was best for her.

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Now, sitting in the stands, the three friends were talking quietly, completely inattentive to the quiditch match that took place between Sonserina and Lufa-Lufa.

Draco begged his sister to go see him, since Y/N did not use to go to these games normally, but she would make an exception for a brother's appeal. His presence there was a certain surprise to a few people, one of them was the lufana Laila, who had a great disaffection for Malfoy.

- It's pathetic how she cheers against her own house just for a boy. - Y/N thought loudly, drawing the attention of Mattheo, who sat next to her right.

- You're just jealous. - Riddle replied with a silly face, Y/N just rolled his eyes at his friend, ignoring anything he said. For Mattheo, the fact that she didn't even try to deny it made something quite clear to him.

Y/N decided to simply ignore Mattheo's comments about her or Laila's looks on the Slytherin side of the bleachers. The trio of girls began to accompany Draco, approaching the golden key a few times, but always being hit by Diggory, which made them anxious and more attentive to the game.

Some time passed, and Diggory got tired little by little, having difficulty following the blonde behind the small object. And finally, allowing Draco to finally reach the golden keb, ending the game with the Slytherin victory being announced all over the field. Amid the jumps of the students, Astoria approached Y/N, pulling her to speak in her ear.

- Aren't you going to see Draco? - Y/N laughed at the time, already understanding what she wants. It was common for girlfriends to wait for the players at the exit of the fields.

- You can go if you want, I'm sure he'll love to see you. - Astoria denied it with her head and insisted with a puppy face for her to accompany her. Y/N had no choice and went down the stairs towards the exit of the quidball field following Astoria.

- Y/N? - Draco had other colleagues around him congratulating him, the smile was wide and his face was surprised when he saw Y/N there.

- You'll understand. - Y/N said a few seconds before Astoria appeared behind her. Shyly, the girl approached Malfoy saying something that made him smile. Y/N just smiled, proud of the scene. It was cute how she had worried about him a few nights ago.

Theodore appeared coming from the field, and his eyes lit up, seeing that Y/N was there. He was going to talk to her when he was overtaken by someone who only identified it when he heard the annoying voice.

- Wow, love, you didn't have to come here to see me so soon. - Pucey spoke loudly making everyone listen. The boy had a malicious smile on his face and directed himself to Y/N, who rolled his eyes.

- It's not normal for people to dream awake, Pucey. You should treat yourself. - She responds in the same tone, laughing at the other Slytherins who were around. Y/N looked forward to Astoria who kept talking to her brother.

- It can be a reality if you want. - Adrian was closer, and now only he and Y/N heard each other. Y/N had a light laugh at the boy's proposal.

- Certainly not, thank you. - She also replied with a smile as if it were obvious, but Adrian pretended to be offense and continued.

- Well, we understand each other very well in most of the things a couple usually does. I only see advantages, dear. - He had his usual scaldy face again while moving a lock of Y/N's hair away from behind his ear, looking shamelessly at her mouth.

Y/N just moves away and calls Astoria, who quickly accompanies her out of the environment, but before they totally leave, Adrian screams again.

- Think about what I told you, Y/N. - The girl just laughs while denying with her head, disappearing from the place.

Theodore, who watched everything from where he was, saw only Adrian flirting with Y/N while she smiled. During the shower, Nott was mulling in curiosity to know what Pucey was saying to her that made her smile.

The good mood of having won the game definitely went away at the moment when the other Slytherine surpassed him in talking to the girl that day earlier.

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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.

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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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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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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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i was wondering if you'd write a bsfs to lovers, mattheoxreader. Like, they've been childhood friends, and kinda of a 'she fell first, he fell harder' lol. Kinda corny but still vv cutesy and fluffy

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M.R. || In how many ways can you love him?

Summary: You and Mattheo grew up together, but falling in love with him didn't seem like a good idea, unless he came to do the same some time later…. Warnings: cute and romantic.

A/N: I really hope you like it. I apologize for the delay, I wanted to do something well done!

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He was still a child when their paths crossed for the first time. The boy, with black curls and a somewhat lost look, sat next to him at the huge Slytherin table, right after the Selector Hat ceremony. The table, with its long wooden benches and a soft lighting that seemed to emanate a mystical glow of floating candles, was the stage of new friendships and alliances.

You watched him with curiosity and a warm smile, a friendly gesture that for him was almost a surprise. Raised in a home where feelings were non-existent, his kindness seemed like a strange contrast, but welcome. The last name, which made whispers circulate through the hall and kept the teachers on alert, was something that did not intimidate you. After all, you had always been immune to family pressures and expectations, living your childhood immersed in imagination and carefree games, with no time to understand what surnames were good or bad for you. The only daughter of a traditional family, pure-blood and fervently loyal to obscure figures, you at the time barely knew the true extent of the influence of these individuals.

Mattheo, with few friendship options in his new environment, has found in you a safe haven. Without knowing it, he was about to enter into a relationship that would become a fundamental foundation in his life. His family, despite not being overly affectionate, was a better refuge than the dark environment provided by Bellatrix. Accepting Mattheo was a gesture of generosity that quickly became something essential; he found in his house a new form of belonging, mainly because, due to the implicit rivalry, the family itself would not welcome him with open arms, especially Draco, with whom he had a feeling of competitiveness created by the blonde.

The birthdays and natals in his house became annual milestones for Mattheo, and he became a constant and comforting presence during his pre-adolescence. The proximity between you has grown, and in several moments, he became your closest friend. During the first year at Hogwarts, you explored every corner of the school with enthusiasm and mischief. Mattheo, with bright eyes and a mischievous smile, ventured in search of Pirraça, the poltergeist, and together, you two created confusions that made the uncontrolled spirit want to move away.

In the second year, a visit to Hogsmeade brought a new layer to their friendship. It was there that you met Theodore Nott, a boy who, despite his closed and reserved countenance, found in you a welcoming and genuine friendship. At the same time, your approach with Pansy Parkinson, the girl with whom you shared the room, brought a new balance to your social life. Having a close female friend was a refreshing relief, a company that contrasted with the intense and often overwhelming presence of the boys.

Mattheo, always attentive and available, listened to his complaints and confessions with a patience that bordered on the exceptional. He offered thoughtful advice, and you trusted him completely. However, there were nuances of your feelings that you began to perceive, something subtle and still in formation, as if a veil of change began to be drawn. You initially ignored these changes, preferring to stay in the course of friendships and daily adventures.

Over time, during the end of the second year, murmurs and malicious jokes arose about the proximity between you and Mattheo. Some colleagues began to speculate and make insinuating comments about the nature of your relationship. Despite the provocations, you kept your composure, simply disregarding the gossip and continuing to enjoy the solid friendship you had built. For you, what really mattered was the genuine bond you shared, a firm foundation in a world full of uncertainties and intrigues.

During that year's vacation, you exchanged letters and met a few times. In each of these encounters, his heart seemed to beat faster and differently, as if he was trying to free himself from a subtle enchantment. The way you watched him changed: every detail of your face, every trace of your expression seemed more intense and fascinating. He looked even more handsome when he smiled, and every time that happened, you felt a mixture of admiration and anxiety.

His parents, who always preferred a male child, treated Mattheo almost as if he were a family member. Gifts, school expenses and even money for fun were offered to him with the same generosity as to you. This closeness made your feelings for Mattheo slow to emerge, since you were treated and treated like brothers, which sometimes made you lose hope.

Her best friend, Pansy, soon realized what was happening. At the beginning of the third year, on the night of her return to Hogwarts, she listened carefully as you talked about the holidays and how much Mattheo showed up at your house, something you loved.

- You really like him, don't you? - Pansy asked, with a suggestive tone that made you turn quickly to face her.

- What do you mean by that? - Your shame made you turn to the bed, pretending to fix the covers while your face turned scarlet. - Of course I like him, we grew up together.

Pansy rolled her eyes, a mischievous smile playing on her lips as she prepared to sleep.

- You know that's not what I'm talking about... - You sighed, trying to divert the conversation. - Please, he'll never notice how you feel if you keep treating him just like a friend.

You considered what she said, but soon tried to change the subject to escape the restlessness.

- Pansy, let's stop this and sleep. - You laughed, trying to disguise, but as soon as your head rested on the pillow, your mind wandered to that afternoon when other girls threw themselves on Mattheo. He seemed to have changed so much since the previous year, and you only noticed now.

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In the following weeks, you experienced some silly things, like wearing a perfume that he complimented some time ago, or sitting with him in class, enjoying every joke he told you in whispers. You even rested your head on your shoulder during the late afternoon, while watching the Black Lake with its waves swinging to the taste of the light wind.

Every week that passed, you seemed even more attracted to him, but also more and more upset. The girls cared little about his presence when they wanted to flirt with him, and he always corresponded, every time, without exception. Weeks turned into months and, when you realized, you had already been going through this anguish for a year.

You had made your feelings so evident that even Theodore noticed. In a Snape class, after seeing you turn to his and Mattheo's table and smile at Riddle, Theodore leaned over to his friend to whisper something inaudible to the others.

- I think she likes you. - Mattheo frowned, with a confused expression.

- Who are you talking about? - Theo didn't answer with words, he just directed his eyes to you. Riddle followed his friend's gaze and became even more confused, but forced a laugh. - Oh, please, Theo...

- You're pathetic for pretending you don't see. - Theodore commented and laughed, going back to what he was doing, while Mattheo nodded negatively, completely disagreeing with Nott.

On the other hand, Pansy asked you to forget him, seeing how sad you looked every time he canceled appointments with you to go out with other girls. When it wasn't for that, it was when he came to tell you about how the girls were with him. His heart shattered with every word. Pansy began to practically hate him for having the power to do you good and evil at the same time.

- Maybe you should take some time for yourself... We can go out and go shopping or sleepovers with the other girls. - She suggested, stroking her hair while you hugged her after telling her what had happened this time. - You need to get away from him, Y/N. Mattheo may have been your first love, but it certainly won't be the last.

You understood all this, but it was very difficult to put it into practice. It was like tearing out a part of your life by force. The way he didn't seem to have noticed your absence in the following days only encouraged you to continue.

You did everything Pansy suggested: you went out with her, made new friends, and even other boys started to be more interested in you. Mattheo ended up looking for you after some time and you even gently accepted him, but it was as if you were just friends now. You began to understand that he would never really see you in any other way than that, and maybe this was already starting to be acceptable to you.

The relationship with him seemed lighter after this break. You went out a few times to Hogsmeade, and you made him laugh easily under the watchful eye of Theodore, who usually accompanied you. He, as Mattheo's closest friend now, was starting to like how you interacted. Before, he felt a certain guilt and even pity for seeing you sad, but now it was as if you didn't care about the girls' looks anymore.

At the same time, you began to notice the presence of a certain boy, who smiled at you when he met you in the corridors or during classes. Riddle began to miss the times when you turned your face to smile at him every morning in early classes. Instead, he saw you answering small notes that other boys sent you in class. In a job passed by McGonagall, Mattheo practically ran to you to make sure they would do the job together.

The roles seemed to have reversed, and Theodore had fun with the irony of fate. Mattheo hated it when the boys flirted with you, even when he was together, or when they pretended to have problems in some subject just to spend hours with you in the library. And even more so when they insisted on accompanying her to her dormitory after the parties in the communal room. The latter was a huge torture for him, since he knew that this was one of the ways the boys used to finally kiss someone.

The morning after that party, you sat next to Mattheo during breakfast, as you always did. Yes, he tortured himself all night thinking about how long that boy who found you in the dark corridors took to return to the common room, but he tried to ward off this thought, focusing on the fact that on that day, you would go out together and everything would go back to normal. However, his happiness lasted a few minutes.

- So, where are we going first today? - Mattheo asked with a smile on his face, leaning towards you. His face, however, formed a strange expression, something like regret. - What was it?

- Matt, I'm sorry. I completely forgot that we scheduled to go out today... - He was still confused, he just smiled in response, as if the answer was obvious.

- All right, Theo and I can wait for you. - Theodore, on the other hand, had already understood what was happening and just muffled a low laugh.

- No, Mattheo, I'm ready... - His face looked even more confused as he stared at you, who had a slight smile on his face. - It's just that Adrian invited me yesterday and I accepted. But it's okay for you, isn't it? After all, we can go another day if you want.

- Adrian? - He asked still incredulous. - Adrian Pucey? You don't even know him. - Mattheo disdained and Theodore paid even more attention, looking forward to what was to come.

- Mattheo, I don't think you've been listening to me lately. - You smiled, but your irritation was visible to those who knew you. - I've been going out with him for a while, just yesterday we were at the party.

- Yes, but I thought it was just one more of those boys who keep chasing you... - He started, but you interrupted him.

- Don't play dumb, Matt. Even Theo knew... - You waved to Theodore, who confirmed with a gesture, making Mattheo even more angry. A brief silence followed, but you didn't let it last long. - Very well, see you later. - You got up from the table when you saw the other Slytherin waiting for you at the exit of the Great Hall.

Mattheo watched you walk away with a smile that he believed was exclusive to his presence. In the vision distorted by jealousy, it seemed that you only needed to jump when Pucey gave you a light kiss on the cheek, which made a knot form in his stomach. Meanwhile, Theodore just watched the way he clenched his jaw in frustration.

After that morning, Theodore had to endure Mattheo's bad mood for the rest of the week, a constant weight that hovered over him. Meanwhile, you, irritated by the way Mattheo seemed upset with you, avoided your presence for several days. Silence and distance have become your way of dealing with the growing tension between you.

During this period, Mattheo kept a calculated distance, but couldn't help but watch you when he wasn't looking. He spent hours huddled in a corner, his eyes fixed on you during classes, with a tumultuous mind. Every laugh you shared with Pucey was a blow of pain for him. He felt that something was deeply out of place, a cruel disorder in the balance of his world. But the worst was still to come that night.

It was another one of those typical parties in the common room, an event full of laughter and muffled music. Theodore watched Mattheo with a close eye, watching him fix his eyes on you as you approached the sofa where he and Nott were sitting. You were stunning that night, the light of the torches enhancing the brightness of your smile as you settled next to them.

Since Mattheo's feelings began to manifest, he had unconsciously stopped noticing other girls. This change happened so naturally that he didn't even notice. It was as if, suddenly, the world around you had become a colorless blur compared to the brightness you radiated. The empty space next to him at the party seemed to be the materialization of an unverbalized desire, a silent invitation that he did not know how to accept.

Mattheo was completely consumed by a love that dragged him into an abyss of anguish and unrequited desire. Every furtive look of yours towards you was a silent torture, a constant reminder of the intense and unattainable desire you felt. His thoughts revolved incessantly around you, and the simple fact of seeing you interact with another boy with a deep void forming in his chest, an acute pain that seemed to corrode his soul. At parties and meetings, Mattheo felt like a powerless spectator, trapped in a passion that left him distressed and desolate.

Mattheo, however, remembered the reality, seeing you smile gently at him and Theo while you talked quietly with your friend.

- What happened? Doesn't your dear Adrian accompany you in these places? - Riddle's tone was cruel, clearly demonstrating his pain. - I thought they were together here too, since they practically live together now...

You noticed the cold tone, the smile on your face falls and a confused expression takes over.

- What's wrong with you? Why are you so upset? - Your tone was not accusatory, you were really inclined to understand why he moved so far away.

On the other hand, Theo just carefully observed each interaction.

- I'm not upset. - Riddle practically murmured while quickly drinking the last sip of the drink in his glass, getting up soon after.

You and Theo looked at each other, looking for answers in each other, but both just found doubts.

When you went out to look for him, you couldn't find Mattheo anywhere at the party. I was about to give up when an idea came to your mind: the astronomy tower. Taking a deep breath, he climbed the winding stairs, feeling his heart tighten with each step. Upon reaching the top, the night breeze cut his skin, bringing with it the cold air characteristic of the altitude. The wind was strong, hissing in your ears while the stars shone in the dark sky, as far away as the boy you were looking for seemed to be.

Mattheo was there, leaning against the iron railing, with a lit cigarette between his fingers. He didn't seem to notice his arrival, fixing his gaze on the horizon. The smoke mixed with the cold air, creating a soft fog around it.

- The party doesn't seem like your kind of fun today - you commented, trying to break the silence lightly as you approached.

He released the smoke slowly, without looking at you.

- Maybe it's not. Maybe I don't have patience for the same old things anymore.

You crossed your arms, both because of the cold and because of the tension that was beginning to arise.

- What's going on?

He didn't answer immediately, taking another drag on the cigarette. You waited, but Mattheo's indifference began to annoy you.

- Mattheo, say something. - he insisted, his tone getting firmer.

He put out the cigarette against the cold iron, finally turning his face to face you. His eyes were gloomy, loaded with a weight that you couldn't decipher.

- What I don't understand is why you keep getting closer to Adrian... - The words came out with an unexpected acidity. You blinked, surprise.

- Adrian? What does it have to do with him? We're leaving, yes, but you don't have the right to question me about it. - He took a step forward, his expression hardening.

- I see you together all the time. I don't know how you don't realize how ridiculous this looks.

His heart began to beat harder, but now out of anger.

- Ridiculous? Mattheo, you went out with several girls while I was... while I was here, waiting for you to notice! - The words came out in an outburst that you didn't even know you were keeping. - And you never cared what I thought. How can you want to charge me something like that now?

He looked at you, his face tense for a moment before softening.

- It wasn't the same thing, and you know it. - You laughed, incredulous.

- Wasn't it the same thing? Of course it was. You're just not used to seeing things turning against you. - Mattheo looked down for a moment, as if he was fighting against his own emotions.

- I... I was trying not to get attached. I thought it was better that way, so as not to hurt you. But then Pucey came, and I realized it wasn't working. - He sighed, his voice getting lower. - I don't know how to deal with it. With... us.

His words hit you almost unreally. It was all you had wanted to hear for so long, but now, it seemed so distant, as if he was revealing something too late. The silence that fell between you was heavy, full of unsaid things.

- And what do you want me to do, Mattheo? That I end everything with Adrian just because you finally decided to realize it? - His voice had no more anger, just a sadness that even you didn't expect to feel.

He looked at you, the vulnerable expression, something that was rarely seen in him.

- I don't know. All I know is that... that I care about you. More than I should.

The anger you felt was softening, but that didn't mean that things were resolved. The words you dreamed so much of hearing were finally there, but the time, the context, everything seemed wrong.

- That doesn't make sense now, Mattheo - you murmured, taking a step back, feeling the icy wind chill your skin. - I waited so long for this, and now... I don't know what to think.

He took a step towards her, his eyes intense.

- I'm not asking you to decide now. I just want you to know.

The silence between you two was loaded, the night wind cold and insistent, but the cold you felt seemed to come from within, not only from the wind that cut the air. Mattheo was there, so close, and even with all the barriers he had put up, you felt that something had finally broken. He looked at you in a way he had never had before - there was no longer the distant mystery, but a raw intensity that revealed everything he had been hiding.

You felt a tightness in your chest, your mind spinning in a spiral of doubts and conflicting feelings. But before he could formulate any answer, Mattheo took another step towards him, closing the distance between you. His breathing was heavy, his breath mixed with the smell of cigarettes, and when his eyes met, the world seemed to stop for a moment.

- I tried to get away - he murmured, his voice hoarse, but with a sincerity that you had never heard before. - I swear I tried. But I can't, I can't see you with him, or with anyone else. I can't stand it.

Your heart shot, the weight of his words falling on you like a wave. Reason screamed to keep your distance, not to give in so easily, but every part of you longed for that. He was a mystery that held you, that pulled you into a deep abyss, but at the same time, he was the only one who made your heart beat like that.

- And what do you expect me to do, Mattheo? - your voice came out softer than you intended, the cold around you contrasting with the heat that grew in your chest.

He raised his hand, hesitating for a moment before gently touching his face, his thumb sliding down his cheek with a delicacy that seemed impossible coming from him. Your touch was hot, and the simple gesture made you close your eyes for a second, absorbing the moment.

- I want you to choose me - he whispered, his voice low and full of emotion. - Choose me, not him. Not anymore. Not after everything I... that we...

Before he finished the sentence, you interrupted him, feeling that the words were no longer enough. His lips met his in a sudden, impulsive movement, as if all the accumulated desire had exploded at once. Mattheo reacted immediately, pulling you closer, and the kiss that started soft quickly intensified, full of passion and all the tension you had repressed for so long.

The icy breeze around became insignificant, as if the heat between you was the only real element at that moment. His hands intertaced in your hair, and his arms wrapped you tightly, as if he wanted to make sure you didn't escape anymore. Every second seemed like an eternity, and at the same time, it wasn't enough.

When you finally moved away, his eyes were fixed on yours, his face still close enough for your breaths to mix.

- I've always wanted this - he admitted, his voice soft, almost vulnerable, while a smile appeared. - But I was too inattentive to realize how much I needed you. I won't make the same mistake again.

You stared at him, still trying to process what had just happened. With your heart racing, you smiled slightly, taking your hand to his face, tracing the line of your jaw.

He smiled, a rare smile, almost relieved, and nodded slowly, his eyes shining in a mixture of promise and desire.

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