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i don't WANT to read smut right now

i WANT to read a passionate, poetic, jaw dropping, tears streaking down my face, heart wrenching, giggle inducing, feet kicking, cringy yet amazing, gorgeous story written by someone who apologizes for english not being their first language(they're the best writers ever) which has 4 chapters and then makes me scream because it hasnt been updated in months and the author is mia

saw this post, IMMEDIATELY went to their page, and absolute started DEVOURING that shit bc OML ITS SO FUCKING GOOD READ IT NOW YOU BASTARDS

@theostrophywife appreciation post

Y'ALL I WORSHIP THE GROUND THEY WALK ON

The writing - top tier

The plot - sensational

Someone sent them an ask recently that said something along the lines of 'I aspire to write like you' and yeah pretty much can relate with my whole chest because holy shit

if you're into harry potter or even if you're not, go read their shit! It's so worth it!!!!

you don't know me but ily bb <3

EXAAAACTLY.

I DONT WANT TO BE EVEN ABLE TO PICK UP MY PHONE TO READ ANOTHER FANFICTION BECAUSE ITS RUINED ALL THE OTHERS FOR ME

i don't WANT to read smut right now

i WANT to read a passionate, poetic, jaw dropping, tears streaking down my face, heart wrenching, giggle inducing, feet kicking, cringy yet amazing, gorgeous story written by someone who apologizes for english not being their first language(they're the best writers ever) which has 4 chapters and then makes me scream because it hasnt been updated in months and the author is mia

HES SO RAAAAAGH

i’m glad we can all agree we’re sluts for theodore nott

I have songs that I now only associate that song with them. And have them on repeat while reading abt them

so i decided to share it with you guys:)

(i will continue to edit and add to this i believe) now, enjoy<3

Luke Castellan:

Slut! (Taylor's Version) (From the Vault)

"In a world full of boys, he's a gentleman"

Cant Catch Me Now(A Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes) by Olivia Rodrigo

Breakin Dishes by Rihanna

Minho-tmr:

Cupids Chokehold / Breakfast in America by Gym Class Heroes

Sirius Black:

Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Man After Midnight) by ABBA

Dancing Queen by ABBA

Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy by Queen

Remus Lupin:

Rebel Rebel by David Bowie

James Potter:

Paper Rings by Taylor Swift

Marlene Mckinnon:

Kiwi by Harry Styles

Eren Yeager:

Slow Down by Chase Atlantic

Toge Inumaki:

Lovers Rock by TV Girl

(A/N)

let me know if any of you guys like this, it's the first time i've tried doing anything like this

Also I might write some of my head cannons i'm obsessed with, let me know if you'd like that as well

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

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

Warning: Just very romantic and a little sad.

Requests are open!

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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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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They are your brother's best friend || Slytherin boys

Summary: In which they are faced with a somewhat compromising situation. The issue between maintaining the friendship with your brother full and the continuous attraction to you was starting to appear stronger now. Warnings: maybe a little provocative, nothing else.

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Blaise Zabini

Blaise has always been firm in keeping the unwritten rules between friends, especially when it came to you — your best friend's sister. For him, you have always been untouchable, a constant and familiar presence, but nothing more than that. Or, at least, that's what he liked to believe.

In recent months, however, Blaise has noticed a change. It was nothing obvious, nothing that could be noticed by others, but he knew that something in his perception of you was different. At first, he dismissed these thoughts, attributing them to boredom or lack of other distractions. But after that summer, things started to get out of hand.

Every time you entered the Main Hall, your heart accelerated slightly. Every time you smiled, he found himself trying to repress a smile too. He tried to ignore this, convincing himself that it was just a passing phase. But the truth is that it was increasingly difficult to take your eyes off you.

Theo, always observant, didn't take long to realize. He was next to Blaise during dinner at the Great Hall, when you passed by them, happily talking to another colleague. Blaise followed his movements with his gaze, almost without realizing it.

- Dude, you're playing with fire. - Theo commented with a tone that mixed provocation and warning.

Blaise looked away from you quickly, frowning.

- What are you talking about? - he replied, trying to sound indifferent, but the irritation in his voice was evident.

Theo laughed quietly, taking advantage of the situation.

- It's no use pretending you're not looking. If I realized, imagine what Draco would do if he knew you were drooling over his little sister.

Blaise felt a squeeze in his stomach and threw a fulminating look at Theo, who only intensified the mocking smile.

- Shut up, Nott. You don't know what you're talking about. - Blaise replied, the voice rougher than usual.

Theo raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, but the mischievous glow in his eyes made it clear that he was far from stopping.

- Relax, Blaise. I won't tell Draco... - He pauses. - yet.

- There's nothing for him to know because there's nothing going on, you hear? - Blaise countered, more to reaffirm this to himself than to Theo.

- Oh, of course, as if you could disguise it so well - Theo provoked, giggling.

Blaise squeezed his lips, holding his anger. Theo was right about one thing: if Draco was suspicious, things could get ugly. But he was not willing to admit anything, not even to himself, much less to Theo.

Draco Malfoy

Draco Malfoy has always valued control. In his life, everything had place, everything was in its proper course. But when it came to you, Blaise's sister, this control seemed to fade like sand between your fingers.

Since you were younger, Draco knew that there was a barrier between you that he could not cross. You were the sister of your best friend, a constant and close presence, but always out of reach. However, over time, he realized that he couldn't help but observe you. There was something about you—in your way of speaking, in your laughter—that attracted you in a way he couldn't ignore.

In recent months, Draco's desire has intensified, becoming a constant distraction. He found himself looking for you in the Great Hall, his gaze often capturing yours in furtive moments. What annoyed him the most was that he knew he couldn't give in to this feeling, but, at the same time, he didn't seem to be able to control himself.

That night, in the Slytherin Communal Hall, you were sitting with Pansy and some other friends, laughing and talking about the events of the day. Draco was on the other side of the room, with an open book in his hands, but his eyes were more interested in you than in the printed words. Blaise, who was always around, got up to talk to another friend, leaving Draco free to observe you without being noticed.

Pansy, always attentive and shrewd, soon noticed Draco's look and couldn't help but smile at herself. However, contrary to what he feared, she didn't say anything at that moment. Instead, she kept talking to you, as if nothing had happened.

Later, when everyone started getting ready for sleep, Pansy took the opportunity to talk to you. As you went up the stairs towards the dormitories, she threw a fun look at you.

- Did you notice that Draco didn't take his eyes off you tonight? - she commented, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

You frowned, surprised.

- Really? No, I didn't notice - she replied, a little disconcerted.

Pansy shook her head, as if she thought it was funny in her innocence.

- Yeah, he was practically devouring you with his eyes. When Blaise left, then, it seemed that he could finally look without fear of being caught. It's almost cute, in a strange way - she provoked, laughing.

You laughed along with her, finding the idea completely absurd.

- Draco? Interested in me? He is the last one I would imagine - you said, still laughing, but with a small seed of curiosity planted in his mind. - He certainly sees me as a Pans sister. Don't make things up.

Pansy shrugged, smiling as you arrived at the dormitories.

- That's what we're going to see. - she joked.

And with this idea, you said goodbye to sleep, but Pansy's comment still echoed in your head, making you think of Draco's every look in a different way.

Lorenzo Berkshire

The party was at its peak, and Lorenzo Berkshire was distracted watching you from afar. The sparkle in your eyes and the way you animated the environment were impossible to ignore. He tried to stay involved in conversations and follow the party, but his thoughts were on you.

Mattheo, a close friend of Lorenzo's, noticed the prolonged looks and approached with a mischievous smile.

- You are very focused tonight. - Mattheo commented, with a light and provocative tone. - Theodore knows you're keeping an eye on her?

Lorenzo turned his head to Mattheo, forcing a smile.

- No, no, no. It's nothing like that. I'm just admiring the party.

Mattheo raised an eyebrow, visibly skeptical.

- I know a look of interest when I see one, and yours is certainly one of those. - Lorenzo felt a tightness in his chest when he heard Mattheo's words. He tried to focus on something else, forcing a nervous laugh.

- Don't worry, Mattheo. It's just your impression.

Mattheo shrugged, but the playful look still remained on his face.

- Of course... - Riddle pretends to understand.

While Mattheo walked away, Lorenzo tried to ignore the weight of the words and the feelings that were growing inside him. He turned his attention to the party, trying to be distracted by the music and the conversations around, but the mind kept coming back to you.

The night passed in the midst of laughter and conversations, but Lorenzo could not get rid of the feeling of restlessness. The confidence Theodore had in him, believing that he saw you as a sister, made the situation even more complicated. Lorenzo knew he needed to deal with his feelings with caution, but the challenge of maintaining the balance between his emotions and friendship was increasingly difficult.

While the party continued, Lorenzo wondered how much longer he would be able to hide his true feelings without affecting the relationships he valued so much. The night was far from over, and he knew that the situation would require more than a simple distraction to be resolved.

Mattheo Riddle

The party in the Slytherin Communal Room was in full swing. The soft light of the afternoon filtered through the windows, casting a cozy glow on the leather sofas and armchairs. The air was full of laughter, snacks and a touch of smoke. The theme of the night was quidditch, and the discussion was boiling.

Mattheo Riddle was in a corner of the room, trying to focus on a conversation with some colleagues. But in fact, your eyes didn't stop deviating to where you were. You, with that radiant smile and the typical energy of the parties, were surrounded by friends, discussing a recent quidball game. Theodore, your brother, was next to you, laughing and passing you a cigarette.

Mattheo watched the two with a mixture of frustration and fascination. Every gesture of his, every laugh, seemed to increase the internal turmoil he was trying to hide. The attraction he felt was not only emotional; it was something much more palpable and difficult to control.

While the conversation was going on, Mattheo got up, claiming that he was going to get a drink, but in fact, his steps took him to the group where you were. He tried to join the conversation as naturally as possible, but his forced smile and the gaze fixed on you made it clear that he was struggling with his own feelings.

You noticed your arrival and smiled.

- Matt! Come here, Theo was saying that Wood cheated in the last game. - Mattheo approached, trying to get involved in the conversation.

- Typical Gryffinories.

Theo, relaxed and with a cigarette between his fingers, took a quick look at Mattheo. He didn't seem to be very worried, thinking it was just the typical enthusiasm of the party.

While the conversation was going on, Mattheo did his best not to let his feelings shine through. I tried to have fun, laugh at the right times, but I couldn't help how your eyes fixed on you. Every move of yours, every laugh, was messing with him in a way that he preferred not to think too much.

When the party was at its peak, Mattheo realized that Theodore moved away a little to talk to other friends. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Mattheo got closer to you, trying to look casual.

You were distracted in a conversation, but you noticed when Mattheo approached. His gaze met his for a moment, and the smile you gave seemed light and welcoming, but to Mattheo, it was loaded with a tension that he was trying to hide.

- Having fun? - he asked, forcing a smile. You smiled back, with a mischievous glow in your eyes.

- Yes, and you? Are you enjoying the party?

- Always. - Mattheo replied with a cheeky smile that made you smile in response.

As the conversation continued, Mattheo struggled to control his emotions. The proximity to you and the festive atmosphere only increased the intensity of what he felt. He knew that, despite his feelings, he needed to respect Theodore and the limits that were set.

When Theodore returned to the group, Mattheo walked away, trying to distract himself with other colleagues and regain his composure. The unrequited desire, the desire to be closer to you, remained a well-kept secret, a flame hidden under the surface of friendship.

Theodore Nott

The afternoon flowed serenely in the Hogwarts library. Theodore Nott, with his gaze fixed on a volume of Potions, used the book as a shield to watch you from afar. Every time you moved, Theodore's attention deviated, despite his efforts to focus on the words.

You were a few meters away, absorbed in your own studies, and Theodore found himself struggling to maintain his composure. The library, usually a place of tranquility, seemed smaller and more charged with the implicit tension of its presence.

The relative peace was suddenly broken when Lorenzo Berkshire entered the library, his gaze firm and determined. He approached Theodore's table with a decided step. Theodore, visibly surprised, almost let the book slip out of his hands.

- Theo, do you have a minute? - asked Lorenzo, with a voice that did not admit refusal.

Theodore raised his head quickly, trying to hide the momentary panic.

- Of course, what do you need?

- I need that reference you mentioned in the Potions class. That book of rare ingredients. - Lorenzo took a significant look at Theodore, who already seemed nervous. - Do you remember where it is?

Theodore made an effort to keep calm, adjusting the books on the table with an almost clumsy speed. - Oh, yes, I... I think it's on the shelf in the background, near the old parchment.

While Lorenzo was talking to Theodore, his eyes noticed that you were a few meters away, watching the scene with a slight curiosity. Lorenzo, noticing his presence, paused and looked in his direction.

- Oh, are you here? - Lorenzo asked, with an expression that mixed curiosity and suspicion.

You raised your eyes, a little surprised by the interruption. Your answer came out a little without patience when you saw that it was your brother who interrupted you.

- Yes, Lorenzo. Just studying for the next test.

Lorenzo made a quick nod, but his gaze remained on Theodore for a longer moment than usual. Theodore forced a nervous smile, his expression trying to reflect normality as he struggled to stay focused on the book.

- Yeah, so... as I was saying - said Lorenzo, turning to Theodore with a slightly more direct tone - Can you help me find that book?

- Yes, of course. - Theodore replied, his voice a little tense. - Let's take a look.

Lorenzo took one last look at you before walking away with Theodore. The slight tension in the air seemed to have affected the dynamics between the two, and their presence had somehow become a piece in a more complex game. Lorenzo's presence and the look he had thrown at you had left a mark on the environment, and Theodore wondered how to maintain the balance between what he wanted and what was expected of him.

With Lorenzo and Theodore out of sight, the library returned to its silent routine, but the episode left a slight sense of discomfort for the two friends.

Tom Riddle

Tom Riddle had always known what he wanted and, most importantly, what he needed to achieve his goals. Since his first years at Hogwarts, the young wizard has demonstrated an unusual talent for manipulating the will of others, dominating colleagues and teachers with his charm and sharp intelligence. However, a sense of restlessness began to haunt him, something he had never experienced before.

This feeling first appeared during a meeting at the library. Tom was looking for a rare book about the magic of darkness when he saw it - you, distracted by your readings. There was something in his presence that challenged his usual composure.

You were the sister of Jonathan Blackwood, one of Tom's closest friends. Jonathan was a talented and respected wizard, whose family belonged to the elite of pure bloods and the witch high society. The wealth and influence of the Blackwoods were remarkable, and Tom knew the status of his family well, but always saw it with a mixture of interest and distancing. Jonathan and Tom met at Hogwarts through common interests in advanced magic, and Jonathan became a key piece in Tom's ambitions.

What began as an unpretentious curiosity about a friend's sister quickly turned into something deeper. Tom was intrigued by his presence, a combination of beauty and intelligence that seemed to contrast with the coldness and ambition he valued. The fact that you were also part of the witch elite only intensified the complexity of your feelings, creating a tension between the desire to get closer to you and the fear of complicating your friendship with Jonathan.

As the days went by, Tom noticed that his interactions with you became more frequent and less planned. He found himself thinking about you more than he would like to admit, in every stealthy look and every shy smile you offered him. His mind seemed to wander into his conversations, as if his presence were a constant shadow, interrupting his thoughts.

The feelings that Tom began to experience were something he couldn't control. At a time when everything around you was precisely planned, the confusion about you looked like a black hole in your ordered world. Your desire to keep your distance and preserve your image of coldness began to disintegrate whenever you were around. The desire to get closer to you and understand the complexity of your feelings was something he was not prepared to deal with.

Tom tried to use his usual manipulation to understand and control this new disturbing feeling. He tried to examine his own thoughts and rationalize why you seemed to have this powerful effect on him. But the more he tried, the clearer it became that his control was failing.

This platonic feeling grew, challenging his ability to manipulate and control not only others, but himself. Tom found himself faced with a paradox: how could someone so skilled in dominating others not cope with something as subtle as his own emotion? It was an internal struggle between the desire to get closer to you and the need to maintain absolute control over your life.

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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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T.N. || Summer wine

Summary: You and Theodore spent the summer vacation with his family on the Italian coast, something you definitely loved. However, your boyfriend could be somewhat insistent when it came to having you and your beautiful body near him for so long. Warnings: obscenities, +18, smut, relationship established.

A/N: Inspired by @motherearthlovesus imagine/moodboards about spending the holidays at Theo's summer house in Italy. I loved it so much and I had to write about...💕💕

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The sun threw its golden rays with a magical intensity over the Italian coast, making the turquoise sea shine like an immense sparkling emerald that extended to infinity. The heat vibrated in the air, creating a slight tremor on the surface of the water, and the gentle breeze that blew from the ocean brought the salty and fresh aroma of the waves. Every time the breeze passed, it caressed the skin like a touch of velvet, offering a gentle relief to the scorching heat of the day.

You were relaxed on the lounger by the pool, with the crystal clear water reflecting the clear sky and accentuating the feeling of tranquility that surrounded the environment. The heat of the sun seemed almost palpable, heating your skin and making the pool an irresistible oasis of freshness. Your eyes, semi-closed and shining under the sun's rays, slowly slid through the pages of the book you held, each word unfolding in a hypnotic rhythm.

The scenery around him was a visual and sensory delight: the waves beat lazily on the rocks in the distance, emitting a soft and rhythmic sound that mixed with the distant murmur of seabirds. The warmth and peace of the environment created a perfect refuge.

While you were completely immersed in reading, Theodore was at the edge of the pool, his forearms resting relaxed on the edge, with crystal clear water running down his arms and creating small waves. His shoulders, slightly tilted forward, revealed a relaxed posture as he watched his every move with a mixture of affection and worship. The heat of the sun highlighted the tanned texture of her skin, and her slightly misaligned hair completed the look.

When you raised your eyes and found his gaze, the affectionate and fun glow made you smile. Theodore, with a charming smile, approached and, in a sincere tone, said in Italian:

- Sei così bella oggi.

You smiled, touched by the compliment.

- I'm thirsty. - you mentioned, and he laughed, with a look that promised something more.

- How about we go to the kitchen? I promise to prepare something refreshing for you.

You followed him to the kitchen, which was integrated into the external environment of the house by large glass doors that opened to the garden. As soon as you entered the environment, Theodore turned around and pulled you for a deeper and more passionate kiss. The kiss was intense, a moment full of desire and connection, and you felt the heat intensify as it deepened.

Soon, his hands were around his neck, at the same time that he put you sitting on the white bench there in the middle in the middle of laughter and heavy breaths as the kisses went down his neck.

However, the kitchen door opened abruptly and Charlotte, Theodore's sister, came in, a little surprised to see you.

- Ah, sorry for interrupting. - Charlotte exclaimed, trying to hide a fun smile. - I just came to get something to drink.

- Hadn't you gone out with your friends? - Theodore asked with a note of irritation in his voice, as you came down from where you were with a flushed face and a racing heart.

- Yes, three hours ago... - The girl responds as if it were obvious and fun to see the embarrassment in you.

- So, how was your afternoon? - You decide to change the subject, while Theodore will finally make the drink he promised you earlier.

- It was great, but it looks like you were busy around here. I hope I didn't get in the way too much. - Charlotte, with a welcoming smile, took a bottle of juice.

- No, not really... - You clear your throat by noticing a clear malicious smile on Charlotte's face while she drinks the juice. - What did you do?

With the mood relaxing again, Charlotte joined you, bringing a touch of lightness and humor to the moment.

That night, Theodore made a special dinner for you. He cooked very carefully, and the aroma of the dishes mixed with the breeze of the night. Dinner was on the balcony, on a small table with a white towel and candles, which gave a soft light.

While they were eating, the conversation flowed naturally and the laughter filled the air, creating an atmosphere of relaxation and pleasure. As dinner progressed, you watched the reflection of the stars in the sea water, which sparkled under the brightness of the moon, creating a magical and quiet scenery. The murmur of the waves and the freshness of the night contributed to the feeling of peace and contentment that involved everyone there.

The next morning, you woke up slowly, surrounded by a cozy heat. The sun rose lazily on the horizon, dyeing the sky with soft shades of orange and pink. The first rays of light invaded the room, filtering through the white and almost transparent curtains, which swayed gently with the light breeze of dawn.

Lying on the bed, you felt Theodore's comfortable warmth next to you. His body, still sleepy, settled in the vicinity of him, while the heat of the sun entering through the windows warmed the environment, creating a pleasant contrast with the cool breeze of the morning. The soft sounds of the world awakening outside, combined with the delicate movements of the curtains, formed a symphony of serenity.

The golden glow that flooded the room seemed to amplify the feeling of peace, and the soft touch of sunlight on the skin mixed with the heat that emanated from Theodore, creating an atmosphere of tranquility and contentment.

You turned slightly on the bed, allowing your eyes to rest on Theodore. He was still sleeping, the serene expression, the features of the face softened by peaceful sleep. Your lips were ajar, and you could see the slight movement of your chest going up and down with each calm breath. The soft light of dawn caressed his face, highlighting his features in an almost angelic way.

While you were watching him, Theodore began to wake up slowly. His eyelashes trembled slightly before opening his eyes, revealing that deep look that always made his heart beat a little faster. Without saying a word, he sketched a soft smile, still half asleep, and extended his arm, pulling you gently against him.

His body found his naturally, fitting perfectly into the curve of his arms. Theodore squeezed the hug, engaging and protective, while his fingers slowly traced the lines of his back, as if he wanted to prolong that moment of closeness. The warmth of his body was comforting, and you felt even more welcomed as he whispered, with a hoarse voice of sleep.

- Good morning... - He tilted his head to leave a soft kiss on top of yours, his face still relaxed by the slow awakening.

His body, which until that moment, was covered by nothing more than a white shirt of Theodore, was caressed from under the fabric. The affection started slowly, but soon you started to feel your fingers going down more on your back, then waist and hips.

He pressed you a little more against him while placing light kisses on his face and neck. His hands traveled to Theodore's warm skin, feeling him tense under his touch, until you decide to start a slow but warm kiss.

His tightness on your skin increases as your kiss deepens. And in a quick movement, you see him between your legs, leaning over you and savoring every piece of exposed skin.

One of Theodore's hands climbed over his belly, groping his body until he found his breasts, you sighed as you felt a slight squeeze in one of them. The shirt you wore was folded and accumulated over his hand.

A smile formed on Theo's face immediately when he heard you sigh and whimper with such simple touches. In addition, the fact that he has his body pressing against his hot and humid core made him delirious quickly.

Theodore moved his face away just to observe his expression when he lowered his hand again, heading towards the middle of his legs. His bright and sleepy eyes looked at him with expectation.

- Do you want that, love? - His low voice invaded your thoughts quickly, making you nod positively. - So, say, let's go...

- Theo, please... - You whisper, causing chills all over his body, completely euphoric about the idea of fucking you in every possible way. - Please, I need...

A smile appeared again on Theodore's face when he heard you and lowered his fingers to his folds, realizing how wet you were already, completely under him now. A low moan escaped you when you felt it rub your nerve point, it started slowly to provoke you, I wanted to see how far you could stand it.

Therefore, he introduced one of his long fingers into you without stopping what he was doing. You moaned a little louder in surprise.

- Lower, dear, we don't want to be interrupted again, do we? - Theodore said if a somewhat possessive way, it was as if he waited too long for that. - I can't stand being interrupted anymore whenever I want to fuck you.

The movements in you only increased, the wet noise echoed in every room, your warm face threw itself back whenever you felt the knot form at the foot of your belly.

- Damn, you're sucking my fingers... - And in a matter of minutes you were a complete mess, your liquids spilled on the white sheets while Theodore shamelessly stared at the reaction of his body. - Yes, bella, come on, keep it up...

Your breath failed when you felt yourself spilled on the fingers of your boyfriend, who looked hypnotized at your orgasm happening, trying to prolong it even more.

While his discharge was happening, Theodore got rid of the only piece of clothing that prevented him from finally having you. Suddenly, you feel him stretch you little by little, loving the feeling of having him inside you.

- Damn... - Theodore murmurs as soon as he gets to the bottom. It positions your face on your neck as it starts with slow movements so that you get used to the increased stimulation, absorbing every moan of yours close to your ear.

- That's so good, Theo... - you say and your voice comes out a little more tearful than you would like. - Faster, please...

Your words just make it clear to him that you would no longer mind being careful with the noises or discomforts, so Theodore leaned on his arms again, seeing how you smiled maliciously at every beat of your hips, at the same time that your eyes rolled.

Theodore holds the head of the bed as a support, pushing the body against his own at a frantic pace. He just discounted all the desire he had accumulated since the day before, when he saw you in that pair of bikinis perfectly fitted to his body.

His voice mixed with the noise of the bed hitting the wall, while his other hand held one of his legs, with the intention of making his body stable.

It was amazing how much he seemed to know his body, hitting the exact places at an exact rhythm that made you even closer to another orgasm.

- You accept me so well, dear... You don't know how much I would do that all the time if I could. - The nicknames he used with you only gave more stimulus. Theodore felt you get close once again, hypnotizing with your face writhing with pleasure once again. - Make a mess, bella...

- Theo... - His voice was whispered, completely destroyed.

Your body writhed once again, squeezing Theodore and taking him along with you, your mind completely lost in him again, feeling every drop of the two of you drip between your legs.

He moved away from your body after a few seconds, coming out of you, also panting and convinced of having taken it twice. Your tired body sought refuge in it, you nestled just to catch your breath.

Theodore placed a kiss on the top of his head while you supported her on his chest, you could hear his heart beating fast, his tanned body had small droplets of sweat, just like yours.

He took you to the shower after that, you spent more than an hour in the bathtub, just talking and laughing.

While you were finishing breakfast at the same table on the balcony of the interior dinner, Charlotte appeared at the door, with her pajamas crupted, shaggy hair and her face swollen with sleep.

- Why did they wake me up so early? - The girl grumbles, dragging her slippers to one of the chairs, bothered by the sunlight. - It's still new hours.

- Don't overdo it, Charlotte. We didn't even make noise with the coffee. - Theodore answers, while drinking a sip of his cup.

- I was talking about the knocks on the wall, actually. - The girl replied, without realibing what it could be. Your face flushed and your eyes widened, while you choked on the food. - What were they doing, anyway?

- Just hanging a painting in the room, to decorate... - Theo responds with a malicious smile directed at you, taking advantage of his sister's slowness.

- You two are crazy. - She grumbles while serving herself a glass of juice.

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Dark Paradise || Theodore Nott

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15. Your halo’s full of fire

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Your marriage with them || Slytherin Boys

Summary: This time, the title describes it well… Warnings: None.

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Blaise Zabini

It was on a sunny afternoon, at one of the idyllic country estates of the Zabini family, that your wedding with Blaise came to life. The setting, though unpretentious, exuded a serene elegance. The estate was situated on a vast property, surrounded by green fields stretching as far as the eye could see. The ceremony took place outdoors, under a clear blue sky, with subtle decor that appeared natural and unpretentious, yet it was evident that every detail had been carefully chosen.

The altar was a simple structure, adorned with white and green flowers that blended perfectly with the surroundings. The chairs, arranged in elegant lines, were dressed in soft-toned linen fabrics, creating a pleasant contrast with the green field backdrop. The sound of birds singing and the gentle breeze completed the tranquil and intimate atmosphere of the event.

The guests, many of whom were close friends and family, appreciated the sophisticated simplicity of the setting. The reception featured an outdoor dinner with refined dishes served informally, allowing everyone to feel at ease. The day concluded with a sunset celebration, marked by lively conversations and laughter, in an environment where elegance met natural beauty.

Draco Malfoy

The wedding with Draco was a spectacle of grandeur and tradition, reflecting the prestige and magnitude of the families involved. The ceremony took place in a splendidly decorated church, whose interior was an imposing example of classical architecture. The environment was filled with luxury and refinement: crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceiling, casting a soft light over the meticulously crafted details.

The altar, adorned with opulent floral arrangements in shades of white and gold, seemed like an extension of the church itself, harmonizing with the columns and walls embellished with marble details and gold frames. The main aisle was filled with guests, all dressed in their finest attire, giving the event a royal air. The sound of organ music filled the space, creating a solemn and majestic atmosphere.

The reception was equally grand, held in the main hall of the Malfoy family estate, distinguished by its refined decor and luxurious details. Guests enjoyed an exquisite banquet and danced to the music of a live orchestra. Every moment of the wedding was planned to emphasize the significance of the occasion and the connection between the families, creating a celebration that will be remembered as a milestone of elegance and prestige.

Lorenzo Berkshire

Your wedding with Lorenzo Berkshire took place in a serene field, immersed in the simplicity and natural beauty that characterize the Berkshire family aesthetic. The location was carefully chosen to offer a tranquil and elegant setting, with robust trees and blooming white flowers.

The ceremony was held outdoors, with a simple yet sophisticated altar, decorated with white and green floral arrangements that complemented the natural palette of the field. The chairs, arranged in a semicircle, were dressed with linen covers and ribbons in neutral tones, blending with the surroundings. The blue sky and gentle sun created a pleasant and calm atmosphere for the celebration.

The reception followed the same refined simplicity, with an outdoor dinner served under elegantly decorated tents. The menu included light and sophisticated dishes prepared with fresh, high-quality ingredients. The overall atmosphere was one of relaxation and intimate celebration, with friends and family enjoying a natural and elegant setting where the beauty of the field complemented the discreet sophistication of the occasion.

Mattheo Riddle

The wedding with Mattheo had to be conducted quickly and practically, reflecting the urgency with which both of you wanted to seal the union. The ceremony took place in a small and cozy garden at the back of one of his family's houses. The decor, done in a hurry, was simple but had a touch of homey charm.

The space was decorated with field flowers and candles, creating an intimate and warm environment. The ceremony area was improvised with an arch of white and green flowers, giving the place a fresh look. Simple wooden chairs were arranged around the makeshift altar, where the vows were exchanged.

The few friends present shared a simple feast, with homemade food and drinks. The celebration was marked by a sense of urgency and love, with everyone present understanding the importance and intensity of the moment. The simplicity of the event reflected Mattheo's and your desire to unite quickly, and even in its simplicity, the love and dedication were clearly present.

Theodore Nott

The wedding took place at the end of a golden afternoon, in a seaside garden belonging to a majestic house on the coast. The setting was breathtaking, with the deep blue sea shimmering under the soft light of the setting sun.

The garden was adorned with natural and refined decor, with white flowers and green arrangements that enhanced the beauty of the environment. The chairs were arranged in a semicircle configuration, offering panoramic views of the sea and the sunset-lit horizon. The altar, simple yet elegant, was framed by a curtain of flowers and leaves, matching the garden’s color palette.

The ceremony was enveloped in a warm glow, as the last rays of sun reflected on the sea, creating a magical and romantic atmosphere. The reception continued outdoors, with a sophisticated dinner served under a large tree, where guests enjoyed the spectacular view and relaxed ambiance. The combination of the natural setting with elegant details created a dreamlike scene, capturing the essence of love and glamour.

Tom Riddle

The wedding with Tom was an urgent and symbolic celebration, held in the Chamber of Secrets, a location that, despite its dark and mysterious character, became the backdrop for a deeply personal and significant moment. The ceremony had to be conducted quickly due to the need to remain hidden, but Tom insisted that all the elements he wanted be present.

The Chamber was temporarily transformed with simple but effective decor. Magical torches cast a soft light on the stone walls, and a series of white candles were placed around the makeshift altar. Discreet floral arrangements, consisting of white lilies and dark flowers, were positioned at strategic points, providing an elegant contrast to the somber environment.

The few carefully selected guests were present to witness the union, marked by sincere vows and a sense of urgency. The ceremony was brief and intense, reflecting both the gravity of the situation and Tom’s deep desire to seal the union as quickly as possible. Despite the improvised decor and unusual setting, the moment was filled with significance, with Tom ensuring that every detail reflected his commitment and desire to build a future together, regardless of the circumstances.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- Amélie?

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

- Actually, we're done.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- Do you really love Theodore?

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

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

- How much do you love him?

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

- I love him with all my heart.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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16. Friends come before boys

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

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

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

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

- Do you want to stay with her?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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17. How'd it get so scandalous?

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The next day it dawned a little warmer than the usual for Y/N, but not because of the sun he was doing outside, but because of his hot dreams with Nott. It was not enough that she had called for him near her friends while she slept, now she did it in a recurring and awake way. He was definitely in her mind. And, well, Theodore would be lying if he said that the girl wouldn't get out of his head for a minute either.

Pansy had prepared the breakfast table outside the house, after all, this would be the last day of the friends in the house, which should be better enjoyed, in the afternoon of the next day everyone would leave back to their respective homes and enjoy the rest of the vacation they had. The table was white and round and had a huge umbrella that protected them from the morning heat.

Y/N was sick of waiting for the right moment. In fact, she was just anxious to be able to touch him again, so this would be a perfect day to provoke him as much as she could, but of course, everything in the most subtle way possible to the others present there.

The outfit chosen for the day was the white dress present in the hot dream he had with him the night before, he was perfect for the hot day and the goal of provoking him. The dress was short, loose in the right measure, straps showing enough of the lap and an ideal neckline. By his luck or his friends' plot, the only chair that remained empty on the table was next to Theodore, who in turn could not ignore Y/N by sitting next to him.

Quickly the conversation between friends is integrated with the girl who occasionally leaned back when laughing, leaning her back against the chair, which gave a glimpse of her crossed legs and her dress quite high by the position. Upon noticing Nott's gaze on him, Y/N decides to gather the courage and will he kept for months, gently passing one of his feet through Theodore's legs, who looks at her quickly.

Initially he thought she had accidentally touched, however, the affection continued. Theodore looked for her gaze to try to understand what she was doing, but Y/N kept talking as if nothing was happening from under the table, which may have made him fall in love with her even more.

Y/N didn't know how he would react and decided to ignore his looks in search of his explanation. However, when turning to him at an opportune moment, Y/N received perhaps the most direct look he has ever seen, going towards his eyes and his mouth, after all, at this point Theodore had already understood what she expected from him. The proximity of the faces reached the point of feeling each other's breath, which made Y/N retreat slightly, looking forward again. But Theodore stayed where he was, just passing his right hand under the table resting gently on the thighs of Y/N, who sighed in response.

- You won't want to play this with me. - Nott whispered next to Y/N's ear that got goosebumps in response to the phrase and to the squeeze given by him on his skin.

Y/N just threw a mischievous look back, having fun with the fact that he understood his goal so easily. Again, both were in their own world, oblivious to the conversation of their friends, even if they listened and agreed with things, however, the thought continued with the anxiety of finally being alone.

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The afternoon was coming to an end when friends were immersed in the pool of the huge mansion. Y/N was sitting on the stairs next to Theodore, she, however, leaned on her elbows, letting her body find the ice from the wind that had started. She stared at the pink sky behind her sunglasses, thinking about how she would keep that moment in her memory, revisiting it whenever she needed it.

The conversation, most of the time, was about the events of the school year ended a few weeks ago. While the conversation was taking place, Theodore pulled one of his cigarettes and brought it to his mouth, covering it to light it. Y/N who watched his every movement closely, waited for him to take at least one swallow and stretched out his arm, waiting for him to deliver it. Nott smiles when he sees her take the object to her lips, even if it was a terrible addiction. The boy looks down through her exposed body without any shame, which made the shivering body of Y/N warm up instantly.

- I wonder what the golden trio is doing now? - Pansy continues the subject and her friends just look at her in confusion.

- And since when do you care? - Blaise hits back.

- Just curiosity, give your guesses. - The girl said jokingly, and soon everyone started thinking.

- Certainly Potter is getting into some subject that doesn't belong to him. - Draco says with a certain disdain.

- What a great news you don't like Harry, little brother, we had no idea. - Y/N mocks and makes everyone laugh lightly.

- He's cute. - Daphne comments, which this time drew even more attention to herself. - Oh, don't look at me like that, I doubt that any of you disagree with me. - He referred to the friends, who were just silent. Theodore carefully noticing Y/N's giggle when swallowing the cigarette a second time, delivering it to him.

- Merlin, you have a terrible taste. - Mattheo said with a slight face of disgust that he was soon beaten by Y/N.

- Do you really want to talk about your preferences? - Y/N threatens as a joke.

- My preference was you a few days ago. - The boy replied and Y/N laughed at his answer, however, Draco was curious.

- What do you mean? I thought I was among friends here. - The blonde also asks with a certain irony and smile, but really curious.

- Draco, I assure you that I am not the one you should worry about in relation to Y/N. - Riddle receives a questioning look from Draco and a laugh from Y/N, who just ignores the situation.

The conversation soon dissipated from the girl, and Theodore's attention turned completely to her again. The two spent the day in a complete cat and mouse in the provocations, and the most evident moment of this for Theodore was to see her riding under the sun of that earlier that day. He can't help but imagine what it would be like to have the girl like this on top of him.

Nott noticed every detail, which gave him even more fuel to set his mind on fire with the most lascivious images he could. Whether by her hair swinging with the impact, or maybe it was the way her breasts jumped every time or even her dress that went up more and more and the wind that shook him, always giving the impression that he would see more, but never enough.

However, Theodore's death almost visited him when she left the pool at that moment. Still with the cigarette between his lips, Y/N got up, taking the opportunity to escape from the place. The boy watched the water drip all over her body.

The way she looked at him behind the lenses of her glasses on the tip of her nose before leaving the place reminded him of the photo he had on the bedside table. Merlin, he was like a puppy for her.

Y/N didn't have to say anything so that a few seconds after his departure, he would leave too. Nott just entered the house anxiously looking for any sign of her, following a trail of small drops of water on the stone floor that led to his room.

Theodore certainly also wet the whole house, but he didn't care about it now. With every step he took, he was increasingly inebriated with the possibility of finally having her in his room.

As he goes through the door, he notices the top of the Y/N bikini thrown on the floor of the room next to the bathroom door and the noise of the shower water falling on someone. The girl, who at this point, was completely inert in the anxiety of having Theodore with her there under water, smiled when she heard the knocking of the bedroom door.

The bathroom door was open, inviting him to enter, attracting him like an easy price. The steam already filled the entire bathroom while Theodore watched the contour of her body through the glass that separated them.

- Aren't you going in? - Y/N still asks from inside the place, without showing up, but with a smile. Theodore feels his heart racing and the wet clothes squeezed on him, who hardened only with her voice.

The boy just undressed as fast as he could, and went to the place where she was, coming across the completely naked body of Y/N with his back to him, who just approached her back, being hit by the hot water from the shower.

Nott closed his eyes for a moment with the feeling his hands received when hugging Y/N's body. The feelings of both were warmer than the water that covered the bodies, the proof of this was the sighed smile that Y/N let out when he felt the extension of Theodore sliding through his folds, causing slight moans of both with the simple touch.

Y/N turned to him, observing every detail of his beautiful face and smiling maliciously at imagining him between his legs.

- Let's take a shower soon, how are you? - Theodore looked at her with some confusion. - I want to be able to ride on you, Teddy, you can't do that here. - Y/N concluded with a malicious smile and Theodore had not yet said a word because he was so hypnotized.

- You want to kill me by saying these things. - Theodore said with a certain possessiveness, but Y/N just smiled in response.

The bath was definitely longer than usual, but completely well used. However, a few minutes later, Theodore's torture is finally over, and as soon as Y/N put his foot out of the bathroom, Theodore grabbed his neck and approached his face.

- Now you're all mine, aren't you love? - The tightness in her neck made her see stars, but not because she's hurting, but by the nickname is possessiveness in her intonation.

- All yours. - Y/N confirms and the boy ends up with the space between them finally gluing his lips to hers.

The kiss was definitely desperate, well, they had been waiting for it for months. Nott's hands traveled all over the still naked body of the girl, who took her hands around his neck, sometimes mixing with the wet hair strands of the bath.

Y/N glued his body to his, but gasped frustrated with the contact of the towel wrapped around the boy's waist. Theodore smiled at the situation as, little by little, he pushed her towards his bed. Y/N felt the bed against the back of her legs and decides to reverse the positions, pushing Theodore who falls sitting on the mattress leaning on his hands, just watching as she kneels in front of him.

He would certainly record this scene forever, Y/N came down with the mouth of his neck, passing through his abdomen and finally arriving in his towel, undoing the knot in the fabric that barely hid his need. Theodore was mesmerized by the will she looked at him.

Y/N smiled when she could finally have the member in her hand, instigating him slowly and approaching her mouth as she looked him into Theodore's eyes, she then runs her tongue through his entire length, then taking him to his mouth, making him smile instantly.

- Damn, your mouth is great, love. - He quickly rolls one of his hands between the Y/N hair that follows the movements of back and forth with his mouth, being slightly pushed by his hands.

Y/N did that long enough for him to remove her himself, Theodore wanted to take as much time as possible with her and would not accept just that. But he could not deny that he was in paradise, a slight trail of saliva wet the lips of the girl who climbed over his body in bed, attacking his mouth soon after, Theodore squeezed every piece of his soft body as if it were the last time he would do this in his life.

Theodore's mouth has not lost an inch of his neck if he wants, feeling all his skin warm when, to his surprise, he feels it going down the entire length of his cock. A moan came out of Y/N's mouth and as her face squirmed as it slid over it, it was the most beautiful thing he has ever seen.

Y/N clung to Theodore's shoulders and chest to be able to move slowly while moaning low near his ear, which in turn grabbed his waist tightly in the expectation of being able to control the movements of her body.

- Merlin, Y/N. You're squeezing me so well. - She quickly looks at him again, almost as if she asked for something that only he could give at that moment. - It's like you were made for my dick, love.

Every word of Theodore was like a new butterfly in the stomach of Y/N. How he looked at her and touched her. In addition to really looking like it was made for him, since he hit the perfect place inside her in that position, and the way her clitoris grazed on Theodore's skin pushed her more and more to her orgasm.

- Teddy, please...- She rests her forehead on his, apparently tired and Theodore instantly understands your request.

The boy holds her on his lap, while placing her body delicately against the bed, sinking again into her extremely wet entrance at this point. Theodore closes her legs, bringing both to her shoulders, Y/N moans even more with the position, seemed to hit even more against that strategic point inside her.

Nott starts hitting her at a frantic pace, feeling her squeezing him more and more. The boy just held himself waiting for her, who was getting closer and closer. Y/N knew each other enough to know that she was almost there.

- Damn't stop...- She asked panting, squeezing herself even more around him, who decided to look at the ceiling in an attempt to distract herself from all that for a moment, soon turning her attention to her.

Y/N had his hair spread by the mattress, his eyes turning and his lips bitten, his breasts jumped with every beat he gave on his hips.

What was the last straw for her was the way he looked at her and held her legs, the damp hair he had dried up and moistened again by sticking to his slightly sweaty forehead, although visibly tired, Nott smiled maliciously at the way she was below him, never changing the rhythm that established the pleasure of Y/N.

- Come on, love, make a mess all over my cock. - Theodore provoked, knowing that that would be the trigger for Y/N that was tightening more than ever now. And he really got it right.

- Teddy... - Her muscles tightened and she finally let herself go, definitely messing up all of Theodore's member that was tight and wet with a small amount of the white liquid dripping from her entrance.

And then Theodore filled it out just like he did last time. Delighting in the sight of liquids mixing and dripping between them.

The boy threw himself next to her on the bed, both panting and now laughing. His eyes closed and his hands met instinctively, almost as if it were something natural to happen.

- Teddy. - Y/N calls tired and the boy looks at her. - I didn't bring clothes to me. - She said and laughed at her enthusiasm some time ago.

- You don't have to go back to your room if you don't want to. - He said and Y/N turned his gaze to him.

- Really? - She leans on her elbows getting closer to the boy.

- Of course. - Theodore responds with a smile while putting a lock of hair behind Y/N's ear in an affectionate way. - Y/N, just promise me that you won't ignore what happened here like we did last time? - Y/N was surprised by Theodore's frankness, well, she certainly didn't expect that.

- Of course. - The girl answered sincerely and Theodore pulled her closer to him.

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18. Holidays, Letters and Passions

It dawned rainy and a little colder than usual. Y/N and Theodore were still wrapped in the sheets when the boy woke up with light knocks on the door.

It was Pansy, worried about the two friends, since neither went down to dinner the night before, they just took another shower, lying down and talking for hours until they fell asleep.

Nott feels the cold outside the covers hit his body, getting up slowly so as not to wake up the girl who was sleeping peacefully, stirring a little with the lack of him next to him.

- Good morning, Theodore. - Pansy said low.

- Merlin, Pansy. What do you want so soon? - Theodore scratched his eyes with one hand and the girl laughed low.

- Her car is already here. Draco already went down for breakfast and was going to go up to call her, but as I know her well, she wouldn't be in her own room. - Pansy had her eyebrows raised from someone who expected a thank you. - You're welcome.

- Thank you, Pans. Let my brother know that I'm already coming down. - Y/N said muffled, still lying in bed while Parkinson leaves and Theodore closes the door, lying down next to her again. - Good morning. - She said smiling, with her eyes closed, as she nestled back on her chest.

- You didn't tell me you were leaving so early. - Theodore made a light caress on her shoulder and left a kiss on the girl's forehead as a greeting to the good morning.

- I didn't even know I was going so soon. - Y/N raises his face to face him and notices a certain disappointment on his face. - Don't worry, we'll see each other soon. - He smiled in response when she kept trying to get up. - But now I need to get ready.

- Just stay a few more minutes. - Theodore pulled her back, doing Y/N insistently.

- If I take longer, Draco will certainly come looking for me. - She said, finally getting out of bed, moving away from him, who just watches her disappear into the bathroom door.

Y/N was already dressed and with the suitcase in hand when Draco went up the stairs looking for her. The girl was in Theodore's room when she heard the footsteps of someone going up the stairs, quickly distancing herself from the boy in front of her since the door was open.

- Y/N! - The blonde calls from the corridor, then turning to find his sister in the room at the end of the corridor. - What are you doing in Theodore's room?

- Just taking a book back. - The girl went to the door, taking some book that was on the desk. - See you later, Teddy. - She turns to the boy, giving a quick wink and soon went down the stairs next to her brother, who was surprised by the nickname, but ignored him for now.

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A few weeks after the weekend they spent at the summer house, the friends didn't see each other anymore, with the exception of Riddle who spent every week of the holidays in the Malfoy mansion as he always did.

The heat was still present on most days, when the beginning of classes was approaching. During the weeks that passed, Y/N had received letters from Theodore and some from Lorenzo. She tried to maintain a frequency of responses to Berkshire, but Theodore's were all answered. Every week, there were at least two or three open letters on the desk in Y/N's room, just waiting for his answer.

Theodore told about the days at home, his routine and the things he read recently, while Lorenzo described in detail the places he traveled in the company of his friends. While Y/N also told them about the numerous events he went to in the company of his parents and the furtive outings he made in the company of his brother, in addition to his new interests and discoveries.

And then, when it was realized, the holidays were coming to an end, getting closer and closer to September. A few days before the start of classes, the students went to the diagonal alley in search of their new books, and with the Malfoy brothers it was no different, who used to always appear in this case.

- Do you think it's an exaggeration to buy another preparatory book for the NOM's? - Y/N spoke when Draco had felt from afar the presence of the golden trio in the bookstore, a gift that the boy seemed to have.

The girl realized that she was talking to herself when she felt her brother moving away with the typical smile on her face, she just rolled her eyes impatiently and followed him, trying to call him, which was completely in vain.

Y/N watched from afar Draco throwing all his disdain at the three teenagers, who in turn defended themselves. In fact, only Hermione had the courage to conflict Y/N's brother, Harry and Ron rarely defended her. Granger should definitely get other friends to relate to, certainly those two didn't understand her, at least that's what it seemed to Y/N.

The girl dispersed in the store again, returning her attention to the books when her brother approached her again with a face irritated by Granger's answers.

- Damn bad bloods? - Draco murmurs next to the huge shelf.

- Maybe if you stayed in yours, you would stress less. - Y/N answers still flipping through the book in his hands.

Draco was outraged, but before he answered, Lúcios approached the two calling them to get out of there. According to the older man, no one should take so long to choose school books.

At this point Mattheo was already trying to flirt with some girl inside the clothing store they later entered. But since these situations were so common when it came to Riddle, they didn't care much.

Draco was still frowned by his sister's answer earlier and so he decided to walk away while leaving her choosing new capes and skirts with the emblem of his house.

After choosing the skirts and covers, Y/N went to the ties, it seemed something easy to choose, but at the same time, complex that took hours. After all, the colors were the same, but there were slightly different models, sizes and folds.

- What do you want now? - Hermione said harshly when she saw Slytherin approaching where the girl was also.

- Nothing with you, certainly. - The girl answered calmly, seeing how Granger lifted all the walls when he approached her. - I didn't even see that you were here, Granger.

- You never approach someone without the interest of taking advantage or offending, Y/N. - Hermione concluded by moving away from the girl before she could answer.

Y/N felt a slight pang of guilt in his chest for thinking that way about her and her family, which was not unjustified.

- Sorry for her reaction. - Rony approaches, when Y/N notices his presence. The boy had a slight smile on his face and his hands in his pockets, clearly unsure about the reaction that the girl could have to his approach. - Her brother knows how to annoy her.

What the girl was most surprised was that he was apologizing for the way Hermione treated her, as if she was wrong.

- Don't apologize, she wasn't wrong. - She sighs turning her attention to the pieces of clothing again. - My brother knows how to be very asshole sometimes.

- Sometimes? - Rony let the thought out and immediately regretted receiving Y/N's gaze again.

- With you maybe it's always, I imagine. - She said and then laughed, which relieved Weasley.

- Well, yes. - The boy laughed too. Ron had gathered all the courage he had during the holidays to ask Y/N to go out. The boy trained this in the mirror several times in the previous days, in addition to policing himself not to approach her when Draco was together. - Y/N, I thought of...

- Merlin, where were you? - Riddle interrupted Ron before he finished. The brunette looked at Y/N and then at the redhead in front of him, totally ignoring him. - I need your help for something.

- Of course, Matt. Just let Ron finish what he was going to say. - She turned again to Weasley who lost all the confidence he had moments ago. - And then, what did you think about? - Y/N had a kind way of asking and the boy was completely entangled in the excuse he would give.

- In you! - Ron feels instantly sorry about it, he didn't think he would be interrupted.

- In me? - Y/N was confused and Mattheo unleashed a soft giggle, which led him to receive a light elbow from his friend.

- Oh, yes... I have to go. - The boy hated himself at that moment, he left there quickly, but not before answering her farewell greeting with a quick nod.

- All right. - Y/N said that more to herself than to the boy. Mattheo was still laughing at the situation when he received a stern look from the girl. - Merlin, why are you like this? - He questioned, but soon laughing with him.

- Come on, I'm in doubt between a tie. - Y/N took the options she liked quickly, following her friend to the male session further on.

From afar, the golden trio watched the interaction of Y/N, his brother and Riddle later after hearing Ron's flawed idea.

- I've never seen you being such an idiot, Ronald. - Hermione said with some irritation. - You know you always get humiliated when you try something with her.

- I can't disagree, Ron, you know. - Harry completes and the redhead cringes even more. - You know that even if she heard everything, there was a very small possibility of her accepting, wasn't it? - Potter brings him even more to reality.

- Well, I'll only know if I try. - The boy insists, still with his head down.

He wasn't totally wrong, but Harry was the closest to reality in his guess, she would probably politely reject the boy's invitation.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- Very well! - Theodore praised, satisfied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sofie yawned once more, her eyes filling with sleep.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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