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everything and nothing.

pairings. mattheo riddle x fem!reader

part two of n/a.

warnings. swearing

ricky rocks. guess there will be a part 3

“theodore.”

“y/n, stop,” mattheo tried this best not to cause a scene as he marched after you. “y/n, knock it off. stop before you make a fool of yourself.”

however, his attempt to not cause a scene was not working out well as he weeded his way through his fellow classmates without a care of delicacy—and his presence was hard not to notice in the first place.

you had a good footing ahead of mattheo as you stalked toward theo’s tall figure slouching against the wall, overseeing the rest of your group with an annoyed look in his eye. the boy made eye contact with you just as you broke the line of people, his face dipping into concern.

“you alright?”

“i need you to swear me in,” your hand clasped his just as you got close enough, attempting to pull him away from mattheo, but to your disparity, he caught the both of you before you could do anything more.

“what do you mean, what’s going on?”

“nothing," mattheo was quick to grip your bicep, attempting to pull you away but theo looks between the two of you quick, stopping him.

"what's going on?"

"she's lost her mind, worry nothing about it."

it seems theo's face drops as he narrows his vision even harder on mattheo. he didn't believe a word he said, “you told her, didn't you?"

theo’s face had dropped and he almost looks petrified when mattheo doesn't speak against it right away. mattheo only stares at him, almost wincing that it didn’t take much for him to figure out, but recovers fast, "i don't know what you mean."

"theo, please," you stare at him, completely ignoring mattheo and the way his fingers were digging into your arm harshly, trying to pull you away. but you overruled him in every way, because you had theo's attention, and you knew he knew. "please, do it, please."

he looks hesitant, looking between the pair of you. either way, no matter what he does, no matter what side he chooses, it will be a betrayal to the both of you.

he opens his mouth, but he's interrupted, “is there something wrong, mr. riddle, mr. nott?”

all of your eyes meet professor snape as he looks between the three of you. it wasn't hard to pick up on the tension from all the way across the room, especially with the order to keep an eye on them.

your eyes study the older man carefully, analyzing the way he gives both theodore and mattheo a look. one that's not harsh but sharp and knowing. one that says he knew exactly what was going on and he wanted them to fix it.

"no-"

"yes," your eyes are bright as you now fully face the man, "and professor, you seem like you can help."

he seems taken aback as he looks at you, as if he hadn’t even noticed you before.

"you seem to know, what i know. so why don't you do us all a favor, and help me."

he continues to look at you, shocked, but concealed with a raised brow, now looking you up and down. your look is daring, challenging him to disagree, and he almost smirks.

"snape, i can assure you, we have this handled-"

"do you?" he quirks a brow at mattheo trying to brush him off. the look he gives him makes mattheo highly irritated. his problems were just stacking up and the challenging nature snape was giving him was not helping him. "follow me."

mattheo and theodore shared a look at the request, before watching the man walk out and away, where you were following close behind, completely disregarding the two boys.

they couldn't help but follow.

the snow fall only seemed to be getting worse. it was no long calm but rather storming so hard to the point you could barely see five feet in front of you.

the cold was unforgiving and didn’t waste any time to cover every surface area of your body. you almost regret doing this now, getting ahead of yourself, but anything for mattheo.

anything.

**

“listen closely,” he stood before your position on a couch within his office, holding his wand tightly within his left hand, still in his formal wear as the rest of you. “because this is what the rest of your life depends on.”

he looks frigid, more than usual as he looks down on you. your eyes dash toward mattheo who sits in the chair from across you and then theo who’s placed further in his office, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. none of them looked pleased, but rather restless.

“the unbreakable vow, miss y/l/n, is something your not only asking me to preform on mr. riddle, but as well as yourself,” mattheo shifts uncomfortably from his seat, pushing himself up to his full posture as he still watches you. “i’m not sure you understand the seriousness of the course of action you’re asking for.”

you look back up to snape and then away from snape, “i do.”

“you don’t,” theodore’s voice rings harshly fast after yours. “you shouldn’t.”

snape seems irritated as his head rises slightly from looking to you, to your peer, “come sit down, mr. nott. as much as your commentary is appreciated, cease it.”

he returns to look to you even as theodore doesn’t move to the command, “you risk your life.”

“doesn’t matter.”

he looks even more annoyed at your ignorant response. he inhales sharply through his nose before turning around, facing both boys, “mr. nott, come accompany her side.”

he listens this time.

snape turns back to face to you as you stand yourself, “your ignorance will get you killed, but so be it. raise your right arm.”

you do so.

“mr. nott, you’re familiar with how this is done. assume your position.”

“what are you doing?” mattheo gets up fast, standing in front of you faster than you could comprehend. “it’s me, not him.”

he looks at him blankly.

“this was not the plan.”

“there was no plan at all.”

“do not bind them,” mattheo’s hand presses against your stomach, pushing you away from what was about to happen. “they’re not going near each other.”

blink, blink, snape continues to stare at mattheo with no expression or sympathy for even prompting the two of you to come together, "I command you to stand aside, mr. riddle. she wants to be sworn in, this is the only way. I distinctly recall your father biding you to rid of her. what do you predict his reaction to be when he sees the unbreakable vow made between the two of you?”

now it’s mattheo’s turn to stare at him blankly, because he knew he was right.

“now, join hands,” he ignores the fact of mattheo protecting you like a guard dog.

it takes awhile. mattheo is like a steel wall doing what he can to prevent you from joining hands with theodore.

you had nothing to lose. and anything for mattheo.

your arm lightly grabs onto theo’s forearm, while he grabs yours a little tighter. you don’t look at him. your eyes are distant till snape begins and you suddenly feel sick to your stomach.

“good,” snape’s wand touches the medium of your conjoined hands, a look of electricity and lightning twirling around the both of you, as if bounding you tighter. “let’s begin.”

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a moment.

pairings. lorenzo berkshire x fem!reader

about. lorenzo recollects about a time where things were better, while reader only worries about what comes next.

warnings. foul language

ricky rocks. n/a

“this is not good for us.”

these were the first words you had said since the triwizard maze, where the sight of harry balling over the corpse of cedric diggory was burned into all of your minds.

enzo stares at you for a moment till his eyes crinkle in the corners in confusion to your words. he’s not sure he hears you right from how silent your tone is. he’s not even sure if you’re even talking to him, “what do you mean?”

you couldn’t feel anything but a numbing sensation and irritation. your head pierces with the start of a headache as you think about it over and over.

you could still feel theodore’s hands wrap around your arms, pushing you backwards from the crowd that slowly, but progressively surrounded the poor boy’s body—moving the opposite way from the rest of you.

he had kept mumbling ‘don’t’ and ‘no’ over and over till you were no longer within the arena, because he knew too.

“we’re fucked.”

“what?” he narrows his brows, kneeling before you and the position you were sat in on the couch. it was like you didn’t see him, like you really were talking to yourself.

“people like us, lorenzo. people like us. we’re burden with a stigma that makes everyone stay away unless they’re exactly like us. do you even know what this means?”

“no,” he shook his head, biting the corner of his lip. you were really starting to worry him. “what does this mean?”

lorenzo wasn’t there. many people weren’t there, but they still all knew. word traveled fast and you hated it.

“this is only the beginning, and it’s only going to get worse. it’s going to turn back around on us,” you shook your head, finally looking him in the eye. “he saw him, enzo. really saw him. think about our parents; who our parents are. think about it.”

you were losing your mind. spiraling.

“love,” his hand is steady on your knee, “i think you’re worried about nothing. its potter, he’s probably lost his mind in that maze. he doesn’t know what he saw.”

“that doesn’t matter,” you get to your feet, almost knocking him from his low stance as you suddenly have a stimulus in your feet. “you remember this summer, lo? think about this summer.”

your suddenly pulling your coat on and he still stands in his squatting position by the couch, watching you, helpless and lost as to what was going on in your head.

“yeah…”

“remember your mother? remember the beach house she took us to?”

he missed summer.

“yes.”

everything was better, so much better. he saw your face more. everything was brighter and smelled sweeter, and he never had as many knots in his chest as he did now. he didn’t have to watch you spiral with the simple task of pulling on your fall apparel.

you were in touch and always so close. now, he could feel it, it was going down hill from here and you’d be far from touch. all because of the hufflepuff boy.

“remember that man, the one you told me not to worry about? who was he, lo? truly,” you really looked at him now and everything was sudden. “what was he doing there and why was he there for your mother?”

the man?

he frowned, his eyes drifting from yours as he thought. those days always blended together and he couldn’t care to keep track of the date or time till the sun would rise and set.

what man?

“he said this would happen, that she needed to prepare for him to return and that there was hope again,” you clarify it for him even though you knew he knew exactly what you were talking about deep down. “and you said it didn’t mean anything and that you didn’t even know who he was—but you did, didn’t you? i could tell by your face that you did.”

theodore’s father.

his eyes suddenly moved fast to see yours once more upon realization. he had forgotten about that; blocked it out. he had figured you did too.

no. that was the beginning—when things really started to go down hill.

“where are you going?”

“answer the question, lorenzo.”

“i don’t know,” he shook his head, “i don’t remember.”

he did. he thought about it a lot.

“okay.”

“where are you going?”

“to talk to potter,” the look on your face was displeased, like you knew he was lying, but you couldn’t do anything about it.

so you left.

he never understood how you were sorted into slytherin. you were overly empathetic to the point it was sickening to anyone in the slytherin class that came within five feet of you and your goddamn smile.

overly empathetic for a hufflepuff boy you hadn’t even met before.

you didn’t understand the vendetta against all and anyone outside of slytherin. you were overly self aware of your wrongs and selfish features. you wanted to be better than your blood—but blood was blood, and it was written in stone for you to be what your parents were, and what their parents, ever since birth.

the day that man came—the day theodore’s father had somehow found the beach house lorenzo’s mother had brought you to—was a day he had thought about a lot till he couldn’t remember anymore.

he cut in from his mind.

that was the beginning of the return and he hadn’t really realized it till now.

“this is a blessing, karmita. realize that.”

“a blessing, tiberius?” she stares him with complete disgust. “think of our children. we are going into a war that no one will win.”

“you have zero faith,” he shakes his head mirroring an equal amount of revulsion. “the dark lord has given us everything and yet you stray. for what? fear?”

you were huddled against the wall separating the living room and kitchen, quietly listening to a conversation you had unintentionally walked in on.

you were almost fearful at the sight of the man due to not seeing a single soul aside from lorenzo and his mother for the past couple of weeks. his presence brought a negative stimulus that you could feel the moment you walked into the beach house despite not even seeing him yet.

tiberius nott and his son were carbon copies of each other—enzo wasn’t sure how you hadn’t realized it was your friends father. they both had tall and slanting statures with dark eyes and pale skin.

the only difference; tiberius was arrogant and cruel and never displayed a look of foolishness of a smile. he was everything theo despised and inspired not to be.

“and to think i came here to offer you and your husband a spot upon the council,” he shifted now, like he was over with this conversation. “this is a revolution… something that you could be apart of, and be awarded for, but i see you’re far from ready.”

he made a drastic move to exit the kitchen causing you to move as fast as you could from sight, only for you to bump into lorenzo who was just as quick to grab you and yank you around the corner.

“what are you doing?”

“who’s that man?”

lorenzo missed the beach. he missed your sandy face, hot and sunburnt skin, cold showers, and the sound of nothing but beach waves and your sick laugh that he could never get tired of.

but he had to face that was no longer.

**

“harry?”

the pale boy and his friends look up at you with surprise and unfamiliarity.

you stare back with a look the was unintelligible, but your voice gave you away. you sounded sympathetic and gentle, like you didn’t want to scare him away.

“yes?”

“you know who i am?”

he looks between his fellow gryffindor peers at this question, almost finding it so ridiculous, he doesn’t know how to answer.

“yes.”

“can i talk to you?”

“he doesn’t want to talk to a snake like you, y/l/n,” one of the boys scowls at you, almost standing to his feet from the table. “why don’t you beat it before you cause any more trouble.”

“sit down seamus before she puts a hex on you,” hermione yanks him to his seat by his collar.

“it’d be well deserved for his loud mouth,” george mumbles, “let the slytherin princess speak before you lay a hand on her.”

you look between each of them as they quarrel about seamus’ big mouth. your mouth slightly opens, finding it a little amusing, “i’d only like to speak to potter.”

“you want to speak with potter, you speak with all of us,” ron weasley stands fast before his friend could even react.

his face is just as red as his hair as if fuming in annoyance or anger but you’re not sure why… no, you were sure. it’s exactly as you guessed. you were already getting condemned for something that wasn’t your fault.

“ron, it’s fine,” harry presses him lightly back into the wooden bench. “i’ll talk.”

**

“you don’t believe me, do you?”

“i do.”

“what do you want me to say?”

you stay silent at that question. you’re not sure. you don’t even know why you’ve came to speak to him now that you think about it.

after he retold all that happened, your mind went blank and you couldn’t even begin to think on how to put your own thoughts into words.

“i’m sorry.”

he’s shocked.

“why?”

“i think i’ve wasted your time,” you get to your feet fast out of embarrassment but he’s quick to grab your arm.

“you’re afraid,” his sick big brown eyes are prying and wide like he had finally just figured it all out. “aren’t you?”

you swallow, slowly sitting back down, “maybe i am.”

“why? you’re untouchable.”

your frown lines immediately dig deep into your cheeks at his words. he’s wrong. he should know it, but you don’t protest despite your mouth already being open to disagree, “i want to know one thing.”

“what is it?”

“you said they unmasked themselves when he was there… did you recognize any of them?”

did you recognize my father? did you recognize my mother? did you recognize any of my heir?

“draco’s father,” he seems to wince while saying it, “that’s it.”

he can see the unsatisfaction in your face, like you’re waiting for something more. you were unsure and he could tell, “look, if you’re curious about something, why don’t you just ask, y/n?”

“my father, harry.”

he shook his head, then you breathe.

thank god.

“that wouldn’t mean anything, would it though?”

“no, it wouldn’t. but i’d like to believe it does.”

**

“lo,” your hands clasped both sides of his face, “wake up, love.”

he laid on the floor of his bedroom, completely passed out. to say you had never found lorenzo like this, would be a complete lie, but it didn’t make it any less concerning.

“you better be alive,” you slung a leg over his torso, now straddling as you kept your hands on both sides of his face, now lightly shaking him. “we don’t have time for this.”

you feel him shift beneath of you, stretching him limbs before opening his eyes to the sight of you. he almost jumps out of surprisal, but smirks.

“god’s answered my prayers,” his hands creep onto your hips, “i’ve been waiting for this moment.”

you roll your eyes, hitting his chest as you get off of him, “yeah, you’re not that in touch with god.”

you still lay next to him, and it's quiet as you both really think. it's obvious all lightheartedness is gone and anything sweet was no longer.

it was obvious, but you both wanted to swallow it down.

"lo," you turn on your side, curled closer against him where his arm immediately curls around you. he could hear the tightness in your voice, something he didn't like and wish he could just ignore. "I believe harry."

"yeah."

he did too.

"draco's father was there," your fingers slightly pull on the threads of his old and wrecked white cotton sweater out of anticipation. "that can't be good... even for us-"

“let’s just not worry," he looks at you now, cutting your further rambling off. "for just this moment. let's not worry.”

you stare at him, he looks away and back to the ceiling. back to the beach.

give me... just a moment.

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butting heads.

pairings. lorenzo berkshire x fem!reader

about. you’re jumped and refuse to tell lorenzo what happened.

warning. foul language, a lil violence

ricky is typing… louis is my current obsession. also tried to dye my hair brown and it turned ginger 💀💀💀💀 fml

“who hit you?”

oh, boy.

“doesn’t matter,” you push not only his hands away, but the entirety of his hovering body before this situation could escalate anymore than it had just by him seeing you.

“no,” he shakes his head, turning on the heal of his foot to follow you. “no, what the fuck happened?”

“lo, calm the fuck down.”

he clenched his jaw to the retaliation and sourness in your voice. he rolled his neck in a circle, his head tipped toward the ceiling, refraining himself from blowing up on you.

she’s just mad.

he grabs your arm before you can walk too much farther, pulling you till you were pressed against one of the walls of your room, “you got a bruise on your cheekbone,” he presses the side of his index finger against the dark coloration, almost making you wince. “one right here,” he presses lightly against your jaw, “and blood here,” and then his thumb against the corner of your mouth.

his voice was as quiet as it could get, till; “so don’t tell me to calm the fuck down when you look like you’ve gotten into a pub fight and someone tried to kill you.”

you bite the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from squirming in the tight spot lorenzo had you in.

he continues to look down on you with prying and hard eyes, waiting for you to speak while his fingers still lightly hovered over the tender-bruising flesh of your face.

“act like you’ve never been hit before,” you move from beneath his body somehow, making your way to your dresser.

“but i tell you,” his voice was only getting more aggravated as you protested from saying the truth.“so why don’t you stop being a prude and let out what happened.”

“why do you care?” you’re pulling on one of your sweaters over your head, pressing your lips together immediately in a hard fine line in your own regret to your question.

oh, he was about to pull his hair out of his head, “i’m beginning to ask myself the same thing,” he stares at you, waiting for you to look back at him and when you finally do, it’s so you can watch him walk out.

**

“well it’s nice to see your beautiful shining face this morning,” blaise is all smiles the moment you sit down across the table from him, his eyes profiling every bit of your still freshly beaten features.

he seems to be the only one not devastated.

“dear god,” theodore’s face scrunches in shock as he gets a look at you from the side. “what happened to you?”

“piss off.”

“well!” blaise grins harder, “face matches the attitude for once.”

they sound like hounds when suddenly laughing, making your mood decline even more.

“alright, what happened to ‘er?” draco’s lips are jerked into a smirk as he leans further against the table, trying to look at enzo through blaise. “you didn’t hit her, ole’ boy, did you?”

lorenzo is far from amused. this kills your own bad mood to the realization of him staring at you, almost angered looking.

“i don’t know,” he barely opens his mouth to say it. “why would i know?” his harsh stare is still directed on you. “no reason to care.”

the amusement is killed immediately by his ill-mannered tone and the only distinct sound is the clustered talking of your fellow classmates around the hall. the tension is a thick warmth that they can all suddenly feel with discomfort.

you bite your tongue till you could taste blood. the metallic relish almost overpowered the barging stares.

“alright,” theodore coughs awkwardly from beside you, shifting so he’s angled directly to you. “you got your face beaten in, who did it?”

oh lorenzo would be so mad if you said it now. if you would say it to theodore, but not him.

“face beaten? that bad, huh?” you wince hard at the sound of pansy’s voice calling out from behind you. “i fucking hate those ravenclaw girls. they hate when they can’t have what you have.”

she slides in nonchalantly on the other side of you, continuing to speak without a problem, “you sure know how to pick ‘em, enzo.”

“what?” he watches her begin to examine the bruises and cuts on your face with a calm stare before overlooking the the food laid out on the table.

his eyebrows were pulled high, caught off guard to her sour statement.

“every ravenclaw girl you have ever touched, jumped your girlfriend in the washroom because your dick was that good,” she’s pulling apart food now, lightly stuffing her face as she continues to answer. “held her down-“

you got up before you could hear another word from her mouth. it’d be like reliving it to hear it from her. lorenzo looks between the both of you agitatedly, not knowing if to follow or listen. pansy raises her brows to the fact he hadn't moved.

“y/n,” he follows.

he attempts to pace fast after you from the other side of the table, a feeling of despair in his chest in the thought that this was really his fault.

“y/n,” he’s on your tail, close to grabbing you but you kept treading as fast as you could. “why didn’t you tell me?”

“think about it, lorenzo, why would i?” your finger nails press hard in and out into the palm of your hand. “it’s bound to happen with the number of girls on your track record.”

“okay,” he bites his tongue at the foul tasting sentence. “y/n, can you just slow down and talk to me?”

“what do you want to talk about?” you didn’t slow.

“will you please-“ he finally grabs your arm, practically yanking you back to stop and face him. “i need you to look at me and i need you to tell me why you wouldn’t tell me what happened to you.”

“how am i supposed to tell you that?” you look at him dumbfounded. he could tell you were still angry, or frustrated, or whatever it was you were feeling.

“i’m supposed to protect you, y/n” his eyes thin out into a squint as if shocked you didn't assume this. “i can’t do that when you don’t talk to me.”

“protect me, lorenzo? i don’t need to be protected. they’re teenage girls for god sake; you pull their hair and they cry.”

he almost laughs at your sour tone, wondering if that was the case for you. he doubted it, you wouldn't be caught dead with tears.

“still, why wouldn’t you tell me?”

he was starting to sound like a broken record, his own words were becoming annoying to him.

“because it’s embarrassing, alright? i feel embarrassed.”

maybe you did cry. you looked stressed, like you could be knocked to your feet at any moment from how unbalanced you were in the head.

"are you gonna feel good about telling me you got jumped in the washroom and didn't get the chance to fight back?"

he looks annoyed at your trap question. he was trying so hard to be nice, to just listen and offer what he could. but his patience was running thin and you could tell by the tint in his eyes. he didn't even care for the distraught look in your eyes anymore.

"fine," he turned his head to the side, poking his tongue into the base of his cheek. "fine, baby. you wanna be like that, that's fine. i don't really care anymore. as long as your fine and you don't care, i don't care."

this was a lose-lose situation. it always was when the two of you would butt heads. you both were stubborn and easily annoyed.

lorenzo raised his hands like waving a white flag, giving up. he started to walk away now and all you could do was watch—again.

**

“lorenzo, it’s been awhile,” a girl with dark brown hair straddled the bench to the slytherin table, almost sitting in his lap with a glint in her eye that made all of his friends frown. “we haven’t talked like you said.”

there’s a visible tenseness in him the moment she started speaking. his chewing came to a hault as well as any visible breathing. he’s not sure what he should do, he can’t think, but he doesn’t dare look at her.

it had been two days since lorenzo gave up on trying to comfort you and it was dreadful, for everyone. tension had been higher than usual and they would barely see the two of you in the same room without their being some kind of tightness in the air.

“i uh, i met your girlfriend.”

blaise looks to theodore who’s closely speculated on lorenzo and what he’ll say, what he’ll do. he sees the furrow that forms in enzo’s brow, the annoyance and even anger that dilates his eyes to the sound of her sentence—he realizes.

blaise now looks draco now, who looks back. this could go so many ways.

“my girlfriend?” his brow arches. this is what got him to look at her.

“yeah,” she smiles, he took the bait. she now takes it as cue to reach out to him, to make contact by pressing her fingers against his green tie. he feels a slight pull as she pinches the sleek fabric between her finger tips, attempting to subtly bring him closer. “she’s so darling.”

taunt.

“she tell you that we spoke, lo?”

“i didn’t have to.”

suddenly she’s on her ass with your hand wrapped around her hair, yelping like a kicked dog, “now fuck off.”

“now you’re acting all tough,” she struggles to her feet. “that wasn’t the case the last time i saw you.”

“maybe because you don’t have five other girls sniffing your ass and commands.”

she smiles, “sure, or maybe you’re just-“

you punch her straight in the nose, making her cry out fast.

“oh, jesus,” lorenzo grabs you by your arm, pulling you close to him as he marched you straight out the dining hall. “i thought you didn’t care.”

“fuck you, jackass, i don’t appreciate it when other girls are practically on my boyfriend’s dick,” you’re still pressed hard into his side as he lets out a loud laugh.

you wrench yourself from his side once out of the dining hall. you’re now walking backwards as you grab onto his tie, yanking on it, “grabbing his clothes and calling him something she shouldn’t be calling him.”

he’s grinning cheek to cheek at your angry rambling.

“fuck you.”

“yeah baby, tell me how you really feel,” he presses his tongue against the base of his teeth, watching the way you look at him with everything but hate now.

“i think you know how i feel.”

“yeah,” his lips prick into a smirk as he now grabs you, pulling you back into him. “you’re pretty when you’re mad.”

“is that right?” you’re wiggling in his grasp, now turning so you’re facing him. “i like when you talk to me nice.”

he scoffs, “you’re a brat,” but he still looks highly amused. “next time one of those girls come near you, tell me-“

“what, you gonna save me?”

“always.”

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lorenzo’s luck.

pairings. mobster!slytherin boys x fem!reader

about. in which it’s been a rough couple of weeks and lorenzo is facing the heat of it all.

warnings. swearing, a beating,

ricky rocks. okay, new idea sense i’ve been watching the sopranos lately and writing generic slytherin boys is getting boring for me rn… also i’ve been seeing some stuff abt lorenzo on tiktok and even something on here and i think i characterized him totally wrong? but also not because i read the book (but not really) he originally came from and he didn’t seem as sweet and innocent as people play him as. idk, i’ll stick to what i have now but lmk what y’all think ig

everything and everyone was on edge.

for the past two weeks the feds had been down your neck, jeopardizing your whole lifestyle and way of work.

everyone was in a pissy mood because of it—because when the feds were on your ass, that meant having to be careful, and your job was hard thing to be careful about when every move you made was highly incriminating. so when being careful, you barely got to work, and no work meant no profit.

it was hard to specify exactly what you did.

you were a mobster.

there it is, in the simplest form.

there was a lot of pressure in being one, especially when law enforcement was there to make things ten times harder.

and it wasn’t only affecting you, but entirety of your group;

“you’re a fuckin’ idiot, lorenzo, you realize that? take a fuckin’ look at yourself in the mirror and stare at something that isn’t just your face and realize you’re a fool,” mattheo’s voice erupts so suddenly through the air, startling all of you. “get your shit together.”

it was already starting. you, theodore, blaise, lorenzo, and mattheo had just barely taken a step into one of the many backrooms of the businesses mattheo’s father owned when the composure came fumbling down.

lorenzo had just barely sat his ass in one of the leather seats when the attention was pinned to him, “jesus, what’s up you’re ass m?” he laughs, but you can tell it’s a nervous one. “jesus.”

you glance to theodore who winces at the response like it was his own. that was the worst possible thing to say, especially to mattheo, especially right now where his anger and frustration was at an all time high.

you can see that anger pulse through his skin in a spike as he finally seems to processes lorenzo’s antagonizing words.

oh boy.

“fuckin’ saved your ass, enzo. you know what my fathers saying? that you’re a loose fucking cannon and i need to let you go,” he has his hand raised, shaking it in his face. “and you know what? we don’t let people go. there’s no such thing as letting someone go in our business. that’s a rare ever occurrence.”

letting someone go is disposing them. taking them out to the back and putting them down like a dog.

“get your head on straight and don’t you forget that you wouldn’t be here without me, because you’d be dead.”

“you act like you’re so fucking clear minded,” he huffs, leaning his head against the palm of hand.

that was enough.

mattheo swings himself around, throwing his fist into the face of enzo as hard as he can. you flinch at the sound of enzo’s nose cracking beneath the contact of mattheo's knuckles. you feel yourself tense up at the noise not letting up, but rather playing over and over, filling the room with ugly sounds of punches fill the room.

“mattheo-“

your call out is cut off as theodore takes your shoulder, pulling you back, “don’t.”

“he’s going to kill him.”

“he won’t,” he pulls you even closer and further away from the violent scene unfolding before you all, tightening his grip. “lorenzo’s too viable.”

he was right. even as enzo was a loose canon, he brought in a lot of profit and kept his end clean… for the most part.

lo was too salient for mattheo to kill, but his loud mouth was enough to tip mattheo over the edge.

it was a perfect way for him to blow off steam; beating in the face of his friend.

***

“don’t you look like a dime.”

it’s been a week since mattheo went on his little rampage, and you were now just seeing lorenzo in his healing state.

you’re smiling up at him, pinching his cheek as he rolls his eyes to your attention, “yeah, yeah, get off my back.”

he looked far from a dime; his nose was broken causing both his eyes to sport dark rings of bruising around them while the lining of his jaw was turning a dark purple and yellow.

“you and mattheo civil now?”

“define your idea of civil.”

“well, you’re not dead, so I assume you two are as civil as civil gets in mattheo’s terms.”

he scoffs, “yeah, well, let’s hope mattheo and his father are on the same page and I don’t end up dead in the next week.”

over a month ago, some of lorenzo’s boys hijacked a truck everyone was told specifically not to mess with despite the fair amount of profit that could come from it. and unfortunately, they dug themselves an already deep hole, deeper by obtaining the truck through a casualty.

lorenzo had received the blame, despite it having nothing to do with him other than the men being under his supervision and responsibility. he had to pay for it, and he did…

“you’re on the higher end of things, he won’t kill you.”

“that’d be the exact reason for him to kill me,” lorenzo corrects you. “I’m on the higher end for a reason, i can’t fuck up.”

you press your lips into a thin line at the thought of his words. mattheo’s beating must’ve really enlightened lorenzo because there was rarely ever a moment you caught him in such a grave mood where he was so in touch with reality.

his attitude on life was light and so unserious; you were unsure on how mattheo even recruited him when that was the exact opposite that this job sought out for. but then again, the boy recruited all of you.

“then don’t fuck up,” he laughs lightly, but it’s caught in the back of his throat. “again.”

“great advice, y/l/n,” he glances at you, “really got that one on the nose.”

“don’t be a douche,” you slap him lightly. “I don’t know what you want me to say, lo. you’re alive, you’ll stay that way too as long as you don’t press your luck.”

“hard to press my luck when I don’t have any in the first place.”

you gaze at the side of his face, attempting to gage the general emotion or even thought process going through his head, but there was nothing. not even his usual perma-smile could be found.

***

“someone approached me awhile ago-“

“who?”

“doesn’t matter who—a clients girlfriend,” lorenzo is anxious, pacing back and forth before all of you in the backyard of mattheo’s home. “i was offered a deal.”

you wince immediately.

lorenzo had collected the whole lot of you; everyone except mattheo. you all sat on his back deck, fixating between the full beautiful greenery backyard of the riddle home and lorenzo, who hadn't spoken till now.

a deal.

he should’ve stopped there.

“a deal?” blaise arched a brow, now leaning on his forearms that rest on his knees. “what kind of deal?”

you all knew exactly what type of deal it was.

enzo’s eyes don’t reach any yours, but he’s stopped pacing, wondering whether he should really speak it now.

don’t say it.

“immunity,” he says it flat out, bringing truth to all of your thoughts. but he doesn’t seem ashamed to this with the way he looks at each and every one of you in the eye finally. “she said once we all get impounded, there’s a way out for me.”

once. not if.

“i tell them everything. i rat every single one of you out and i’m given immunity.”

you all look up at him like he’s crazy. and he is; to be speaking like this to a bunch of mobsters—threatening the entirety of their life and business is crazy.

“we get thirty years plus. there’s no doubt. they get us and we’re already laid in our graves before trial because what we’ve done is absurd-“

“are you saying you’re a rat, berkshire?”

“no,” he shakes his head fast. “no, not at all.”

“that’s not what i’m hearing,” draco shakes his head. “i’m hearing you’re getting nervous with all this recent snooping of the feds and you’re fuckin’ rat.”

“fuck off, malfoy. i’m just telling you what i was told. i’m not a goddamn rat. i’d have to be mental to give up all we’ve done-“ his hand finds his forehead and he’s pacing again. “fuck if i even remember half of it.”

you’re all back to silence, thinking about this. rat or not, this did not look good for him.

your eyes suddenly settle on the light and distant bruising under enzo’s eyes; finally healing. you think about mattheo beating in his face over and over, and then you think about what he’d do if he ever found out about lorenzo’s offer.

“they have a lot of shit on mattheo.”

you all look back up to lorenzo now, a certain interest now crossing each of you again.

“what type of shit exactly?”

“type of shit you don’t get parole with… or out of jail for that matter,” he looks even more stressed than before. “she said the rest of you could have chances of a life after serving. not him.”

this wasn’t a surprise. mattheo always had a quality that none of you did when it came to getting things done; something sociopathic. he always took risk without question of consequence. he moved in silence, he didn’t hesitate, didn’t think, he always got things done faster than all of you combined.

so if mattheo did something beyond all of your usual tasks, you wouldn’t be surprised.

“i mean that makes sense, matty’s been at this longer than the rest of us,” you reasoned it out, only to be stopped immediately.

“no, you don’t understand,” enzo shook his head.

“what exactly are we not understanding here, enzo? you seem to know something, so why don’t you just spit it out,” theodore sits up, speaking for once. there’s obvious annoyance and distaste in his mouth as he stares at the boy before you with a narrowed look.

lorenzo pauses, looking back at him with the same look. you can tell there’s a thought process behind his eyes, and his anxiousness is slowly melting away.

“you know, where do you guys think this is all going? genuinely. you think we’re going to spend the next couple of months running clubs, collecting money, and beating up the occasional person that’s late on their payments for fun?” lorenzo has turned sour, looking at each of you almost as if he hates you all for your ignorance. “this is for life, and we’re only at the beginning point.”

my taste in fictional men is so different from real life men fictional men can get away with murder while real life men can't even get away with breathing

As someone who is completly in love with theodore nott, can i get some fluff with the fem reader just grabing his face out of the blue and just kissing him all over it and gushing over him?

for sure!!!

Affectionate

pairing: theo nott x fem!reader

warnings: none really, fluff, kisses, SHORT

summary: theo looked especially cute to you, so why not show your love for him?

you were so bored.

potions class had probably drained every last brain cell in your head and with snape yelling at you for knocking a vial onto his robe by accident you needed to just relax.

and you were always most content with theo. he’d been with you all day and you were most grateful since you were sure you would’ve exploded into a million stressed out pieces without him.

and it didn’t help that he’d look exceptionally gorgeous today. he was literally glowing all day, smiling, laughing and it was also cold and dreary so he was wearing a scarf which engulfed half of his face.

“are you trying to build a wall to hide behind?” you joked as theo’s eyes darted up from his book. you were currently sitting in the courtyard, out of the rain but close enough to reach your arms out for the rain.

theo knew you loved rain so he’d made a habit of spending some time with you outside whilst it rained, this time was especially drier than the last time.

“if no one will let us dance in the dorms then we’ll dance out here!” you laughed as theo shook his head, “im not getting wet y/n.” your head tilted to the side as you fake cried, “i see where i stand, guess i’ll just ask enzo. maybe mattheo.” you emphasised as theo was all of a sudden all for dancing with you. “no way in hell.” he shouted as he grabbed you by the waist, twirling the two of you into the rain as you cried out in surprise.

theo was zoned in on the book entirely, his eyes furrowing and focusing at times, trying to understand what was being said. he looked even cuter when studying in your eyes and the urge to smother him was strong, and who were you to fight it?

as you surged forwards, settling on your knees as he looked up at you, “cara mi-” you cut him off as you kissed him, again and again and again.

“okay okay!” he shouted as he let you kiss his face a million times, after a few seconds he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you in.

“my turn.” he smiled as he attacked.

you couldn’t think of anywhere else you’d rather be.

I cried out of love and pure lust. WHY IS TUMBLR SO GOOD?! Better than Wattpad...

heaven and back.

pairing: mattheo riddle x reader x theodore nott.

song inspiration: heaven and back by chase atlantic.

author's note: poly! matty and theo just hits different. the teamwork that these two would put in. whew baby that's a one way ticket to st. mungo's. these men break backs, not hearts 😏

You were good at playing games. 

As a matter of fact, Mattheo and Theodore would argue that you were a little too good. 

After all, you met your boyfriends during one of Malfoy’s infamous game nights in which you swindled Mattheo and Theodore out of a few hundred galleons during a tense round of magical poker. Ever since that fateful night in fourth year, the three of you became inseparable. Thanks to your slyness, the first Saturday of every month was deemed sacred to your fellow Slytherins. Game nights were reserved for drinking and debauchery, which just so happened to be your specialty.

Though the entirety of Hogwarts coveted an invitation to the longstanding tradition, very few were allowed a glimpse into the inner workings of the serpent’s nest. Tonight, the guest of honor was none other than the Gryffindor golden girl—Hermione Granger. She and Draco only started dating a month ago, but anyone with eyes could see that Malfoy was quite smitten. Before Hermione, Draco had never invited a significant other to game night. 

You were determined to give Hermione a warm Slytherin welcome. Hence the special potion you brewed just for the occasion. 

With a smirk, you produced the potion from your back pocket. The liquid sloshed around in the glass vial, the iridescent purple mixture flecked with specks of glitter. 

“I know that look.” Theo remarked, pulling you into his lap. “What sort of trouble are you brewing, dolcezza?” 

Mattheo chuckled and nestled against his shoulder. “Don’t act like you don’t like it, Teddy. You know we both benefit from her mischief. Isn’t that right, princess?” 

You smiled, ruffling Mattheo’s curls. “You’re absolutely right, Matty. Tonight, everyone will reap the rewards of my tricks. I concocted a special little potion that’ll make game night a little more interesting.”

Pansy raised a perfectly groomed brow. “What exactly does this little concoction of yours do, Y/N? The last time I drank something you brewed, I ended up streaking through the quidditch pitch.” 

“As I recall, I was right beside you, Pans.” Your friend chuckled, nodding in confirmation. “Consider this a social lubricant. It takes the edge off, makes you feel a little warm and fuzzy inside. It’s the perfect balance between feeling tipsy and high. Lowers those pesky inhibitions.” 

Draco scoffed. “If this group lowers their inhibitions any further, we’d all be expelled.” 

“That’s why we have you, Dray. What good is the Malfoy fortune if it can’t bail us out of sticky situations?”

“Need I remind you that the last sticky situation almost ended with Enzo in the infirmary after Mattheo and Theo convinced him to race backwards on their brooms.”

Hermione watched the back and forth exchange, absorbing the interaction with a small smile. 

“Draco’s exaggerating, of course. Anyone would’ve missed the whomping willow in the dark.” The Golden Girl chuckled as you sent her a conspiratory wink, causing Draco to sigh in exasperation. “Besides, Berkshire had fun. Didn’t you, Enz?”

“Oh, loads. I had a blast pulling twigs from my arse for two hours straight afterwards.” 

“See? You’re not talking us into taking another one of your poisons, Y/N.”

Enzo shook his head. “Speak for yourself, cousin. I’m definitely in.”

The rest of your friends expressed their agreement. Even Blaise, who would never dream of drinking anything besides the finest vintage, was eager to participate. Mostly to see the others make a fool of themselves, which was perfectly fine by you.

Draco rolled his silver eyes. “Fine. You lot are going to end up talking me into it, anyways.”

“What about you, Hermione? Would you like a sip as well?”

Her warm, honey brown eyes darted around the room. Draco clasped her hand in his, squeezing gently. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, love. I’m only agreeing because I don't want to have to take care of these heathens.”

You nodded empathically. “No pressure, Hermione. You can say no if you’d like, but I am rather proud of my little concoction and it would be an absolute honor if the golden girl partook in our debauchery. After all, you’re dating Draco. You might as well get used to it now.”

A mischievous grin pulled at Hermione’s lips. She shrugged nonchalantly, her curls cascading over her shoulder. “Why the bloody hell not?” 

“That’s the spirit, Granger!” cheered Pansy. 

You smirked in response and slithered out of your boyfriend’s lap. Both Mattheo and Theo watched intently as you crawled across the plush ornate rug, slowly making your way towards the Gryffindor. Hermione sucked in a breath, her cheeks blossoming into a pretty blush. Her hands, which were laid in her lap in the most prim and proper way, twitched when you knelt before her on the sofa. 

Behind you, Mattheo mumbled something into Theo’s ear. When you glanced over your shoulder, your boyfriends were staring directly at you, anticipating your next move. You responded with an innocent smile before turning back to Hermione. 

With  a sly smile, you held her honey eyed gaze and tapped her bottom lip. “Open up, love.” 

Hermione swallowed thickly before parting her lips. You gently cradled her jaw before tipping the vial into her mouth, pouring a generous amount of potion for the golden girl. She looked up at you expectantly, her lashes fluttering ever so slightly. 

You rewarded her with a cheeky wink. “Good girl, Granger. That wasn’t so bad, was it?” 

She shook her head, the flush on her cheeks mimicking her house colors as you wiped a droplet of liquid off of her lips with your thumb. Beside her, Draco sighed. “For Salazar’s sake, stop putting the moves on my girlfriend.” 

“What’s the matter, Dray? Are you scared I’ll steal Hermione away from you?” 

“You can hardly blame me. You’re a shameless flirt, Y/N.” 

You placed a hand over your heart, feigning offense. “Why, I’d never dream of flirting with your lady. You know how jealous my boys get.” 

Your boyfriends shook their heads, clearly amused at your attempt to rile Draco up. Truly, your friend made it too easy. You chuckled as the blonde glared at you. “Come on, Malfoy. It’s your turn. Maybe the potion will loosen you up, yeah?” 

Draco rolled his eyes, but allowed you to pour the potion into his mouth. You moved down the line, doing the same for Pansy, Blaise, and Enzo. The latter grinned as you ruffled his hair. After Enzo, the only ones remaining were Theo and Mattheo. 

“Come here, cara mia.” Theo said, beckoning you with two fingers. “Mattheo and I are waiting.” 

“I saved the best for last, boys.” 

Mattheo smirked as he pulled you into his lap. You settled against him, making yourself right at home. He kissed the side of your neck, smiling against your skin. “Go on, then. Don’t leave Theo hanging.” 

You nodded, body heating as Mattheo rubbed your thighs. Theo raised a brow, his watercolor eyes settling over you. Licking your lips, you couldn’t help but let your gaze wander. Your boyfriend looked rather casual in his emerald jumper and dark jeans, but there was something about the way that Theo carried himself that exuded sex appeal. The cocky smirk on his handsome face told you that he was well aware of the effect he had on you.

Theo cocked his head towards you and opened his mouth. You tipped the vial past his lips, admiring how plush and pouty they looked. Lust darkened your boyfriend’s watercolor eyes as he watched you through hooded lids. The potion dribbled off his chin, making you giggle. 

“Oops, I spilled.” You licked the remnants off, lapping up the liquid all the way to the corner of his lips. Mattheo’s fingers dug into your hips as you finished off your little show with a kiss. 

Theo grabbed the back of your head and deepened the kiss. He didn’t take kindly to being teased. Never one to shy away from public displays of affection, Theo groaned softly and slid his tongue into your mouth, giving you a filthy open-mouthed kiss before pulling away and winking. 

Across the room, Hermione flushed, her lips parting ever so slightly. “Oh,” she whispered softly. 

Mattheo chuckled, his laughter caressing your skin as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck. He turned you over in his lap and tapped his lips. “Me next, princess.” 

“Open wide, Matty.” 

“Funny. Usually I’m the one saying that to you.” 

Your friends groaned at the suggestive comment, but you only grinned in response. Mattheo parted his lips eagerly, not once breaking eye contact as he swallowed the potion. The intensity of his big, brown eyes made your hands shake, causing you to spill a few drops on your fingers. Your boyfriend took your middle and pointer finger into his mouth and sucked them clean. 

You gasped in surprise. Mattheo chuckled darkly, catching the vial before it slipped out of your fingers. Behind you, Theo tugged at your hair and titled your head back. 

“Your turn now, mi amor.” Mattheo drawled, his voice a seductive song in your ears. He lowered his voice, so only you could hear his next statement. “Be a good girl and swallow.” 

The eager nod made both of your boyfriends smirk. Theo gathered your hair in one hand, fisting your locks into a makeshift ponytail while Mattheo poured the last of the potion into your mouth. The liquid was strong and sweet, trailing down your throat and warming your body with a pleasant heat. 

“That’s my girl,” Mattheo said. Theo raised a brow, which made the curly headed boy laugh. “That’s our girl.” 

“Better,” Theo remarked before pulling you against him. 

You settled into his lap, watching the rest of your friends start a game of poker. As always, Draco was way too competitive. Blaise was hustling the hell out of him, but the blonde didn’t seem to notice. Pansy wrapped her arms around her boyfriend’s shoulders, leaning in every so often to whisper things in his ear that made him smile. 

Enzo reclined back on the couch, an endearing smile pulling at his lips as he took small sips of his firewhiskey. From his glazed eyes, you could tell that the potion was hitting him the hardest. 

Mattheo rested his head on your lap, tugging at your hand in a silent request to play with his curls. You obliged happily, scratching at his scalp and twirling his bouncy locks between your fingers. Every so often, he’d lean in and show you his cards, asking for advice. 

As the night progressed, the potion took its effects, loosening both lips and limbs. Theo’s long legs bracketed you from either side, the intoxicating scent of petrichor and cigarette smoke clinging onto him like your own personal drug. Mattheo stared lovingly up at you as you continued playing with his hair. 

When you looked up, you met Hermione’s inquiring gaze. She was leaned up against Draco, who kept an arm around her waist, absentmindedly drawing circles underneath her sweater. 

She cocked her head, a question forming in her brilliant mind. “So, how exactly does it work?” 

You leaned back against Theo’s chest, a playful smirk curving against your lips. “How does what work, love?” 

“Having…two boyfriends.” 

“You mean, being poly?” 

“Poly,” Hermione said, testing out the word. There wasn’t a hint of judgment in her expression, just plain curiosity. Apparently, the Gryffindor girl’s innate hunger for knowledge extended to the intricacies of your relationship. “If you don’t mind me asking. How exactly does a poly relationship work?” 

You shrugged nonchalantly. “It’s like every other relationship,” you started, glancing at your two favorite people in the world. Mattheo and Theo smiled back. “We go on dates, we argue about stupid things, then we kiss and make up. Except sometimes the boys like to gang up on me.” 

Theo chuckled. “I reckon ganging up against you is the most fun that we have, dolcezza.” 

“I’d have to agree with Teddy,” Mattheo interjected as he grinned up at you. “We give teamwork a whole new meaning. Don’t we, princess?” 

“See,” you said, waving your arms between your boyfriends. “These sassy men will be the death of me.” 

Theo wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling against your neck. “You love us though.” 

“That I do,” you replied with a smile. 

“Do any of you ever get jealous?” asked Hermione. 

Theo nodded. “Of course, it’s a natural part of every relationship, but we have ways of working it out.” Your boyfriend smiled and kissed your cheek. “We just make sure no one feels left out.” He leaned down to place a kiss on Mattheo’s forehead too.

Hermione hummed. “That sounds rather nice, actually.” 

“I wouldn’t call it nice,” Mattheo countered with a sly smile. “Y/N can get a little feisty sometimes. You should’ve seen what she did to Lavender for touching my shoulder last week.” 

Theo nodded in agreement. “It’s nothing compared to the fight she had with Cho after she tried asking me out. Poor girl thought that polyamory equates to having an open relationship. As if I’d ever need anyone else besides Y/N and Mattheo.” 

“So polyamory doesn’t translate to opening your relationship to others,” Hermione said thoughtfully. “I’m learning so much.” 

Mattheo confirmed her statement with a nod. “Yes, we’re all very committed to one another. It’s only Y/N and Theo for me.” 

“While we all adore your wonderful little trio,” Draco cut in. You could tell by the tension in his shoulders that he would definitely not be open to sharing the golden girl with anyone else. “I think it’s time to call it a night.” 

You chuckled. “Such a party pooper, Malfoy. Don’t worry, Granger’s just asking for education purposes. Aren’t you, Mione?” 

“I know what you’re doing, Y/N. You’re devious, you know that?” 

Theo smirked at his oldest friend. “Don’t be jealous cause she has more game than you, Dray.” 

“After all, that’s how she got us. Right, princess?” 

Draco sighed exasperatedly. You rolled your eyes fondly before saying goodbye to everyone. Pulling Hermione into a hug, you winked behind her back as Draco glared at you. 

“Thank you for indulging me,” Hermione said softly. “I feel thoroughly educated now.” 

“No problem, Mione.” 

You kissed her cheek before wrapping Draco into a hug as well. “Stay sharp, Dray. You’ll have to work harder to keep up with this one. Granger’s way out of your league.” 

Draco smiled. “I’m well aware.” 

Later that night as you laid in bed sandwiched between Mattheo and Theo, you felt the potion reach its peak. You giggled into Theo’s neck, squealing as Mattheo pressed his cold feet against your legs. The three of you were chatting about your day like you usually did, but thanks to the potion, one of you always got sidetracked, leading into cuddles and kisses mid sentence.

Matty spooned you from behind, his possessive grip snaked around your waist like a vice. “I’m not going to lie, watching you crawl towards Granger tonight did something to me.” 

“That’s her game, mio amato. You know she loves to tease.” 

You turned over to face him, an amused smirk toying at your lips. “I thought you liked my little games, Teddy. At least your lower half did. I could feel you pressing against me all night.” 

Theo smirked, grinding his erection against your thigh. “Can you blame me? You knew exactly what you were doing. Admit it, cara mia. You weren’t cozying up to Hermione just to get under Draco’s skin. You were doing it to rile us up too.” 

“It worked. I’ve been hard as fuck all night. The way you teased Granger had me thinking vile thoughts.” 

“So I’m not enough for you, Matty?” You jested, pouting your bottom lip at your boyfriend. “You want Draco’s girl too?” 

Within the blink of an eye, you were pinned underneath Mattheo with your arms raised above your head as your boyfriend glared down at you. “No. If anything, you’re the one flirting with Granger like Theo and I aren’t enough to handle already. Maybe we should remind you who you belong to.” 

You hummed in agreement, biting back a smile. “Hmm, maybe you’re right, querido. I’m not opposed to a little refresher.” 

Theo shook his head in disbelief. “Fucking hell, bella. You just want to be railed until you cry, don’t you? Such a little brat. You could’ve just asked for what you wanted.”

You batted your lashes in response. “But it’s so much more fun this way.” 

As retaliation, Mattheo flipped you over on all fours. With a smirk, he leaned back on the headboard and pushed down his gray heathered sweatpants as Theo crawled behind you. He gave no warning as he bunched up your nightdress, pressing a filthy kiss against your clothed sex. You were dripping for him, coating his lips with your taste as he pushed your head down on Mattheo’s lap. You groaned as Mattheo pumped himself between slender fingers, tapping the tip of his cock against your lips. He bucked into your mouth just as Theo plunged his tongue between your folds. 

“What was that, principessa?” Theo hummed against your aching cunt. “Matty and I can’t hear you over all that moaning.” 

Mattheo laughed meanly as he gathered your hair in his fist, thrusting down your throat with a choked moan. “Put that smart mouth to work, sweetheart.” He thrust in lazily, barely giving you his tip. “Spit on it.” 

Glancing up at him through your lashes, you spit on Mattheo’s cock and watched as his head lolled against the headboard. “Teddy? Wanna give me a hand, pretty boy?”

With wide eyes, you gasped as Theo leaned over and pumped Mattheo in his hand before lining up his length against your lips. Theo kissed your cheek before shoving your head down to take inch after inch. Once Mattheo slid all the way in, he pulled out just to slam back in forcefully. You could feel Mattheo hitting the back of your throat, activating your gag reflex while he smirked in satisfaction. 

“Gonna shut the fuck up and take my cock like a good little slut, aren’t you?” 

You nodded, tears forming in your eyes as Mattheo continued to fuck your throat. As if that weren’t enough, Theo flicked his tongue on your clit and feasted on you from behind like a starved man. He took his sweet time, sloppily making out with your pussy and lapping up your arousal before slipping a finger inside, pumping you as you gagged on Mattheo’s cock. You groaned as Theo pried your legs apart, his intense gaze never leaving your face as he kissed the inside of your thighs. Hooking your right leg over his shoulder, Theo began licking and teasing, his tongue flicking through your folds with expert precision. He sucked hard, lapping your juices up with fervent devotion. 

The potion increased the sensations tenfold, intensifying your pleasure as you bucked against Theo’s face. It seems that your less than innocent academic pursuit had truly paid off because both Theo and Mattheo seemed to be affected just as much. The current of the concoction surged through all three of you, slamming you with wave after wave of heady desire. It felt better than drunk sex or fucking while you were high. This was just unbridled lust and want, flooding you with the need to be nothing but an obedient fuck toy for your favorite boys. 

Mascara streaked down your cheeks as you cried out for more, fisting the sheets as your boyfriends occupied both of your needy holes. The cries of pleasure were muffled around Mattheo’s cock. Your boyfriend’s breathing grew ragged and his grip grew tighter, his abs rippling as he shot hot ribbons down your throat. 

“Good girl. So fucking beautiful, swallowing every drop of my cum like a perfect little whore. You’re flawless, Y/N.”

Theo made quick work of you afterwards. Warmth spread from your core, hot tendrils snaking all over your body as he pushed you to your first orgasm of the night. When Theo crooked his middle and pointer finger inside your gummy walls, you squirted into his mouth with a cry. Despite your cries of pleasure, Theo showed no signs of stopping. His cool breath fanned over your sensitive sex and you whimpered at his ravenous appetite, squirming away from Theo’s tongue. Displeased, Theo flipped you onto your back and dragged you towards him by the ankles. 

“I’m not done with you, tesoro.” 

Your boyfriend growled and glanced at Mattheo. “Hold her down,” Theo commanded, his pretty eyes sparkling with mischief. “You’re done when I say you’re done. Sit back, look pretty, and let me eat your pussy until you’re sobbing. I’ll make you feel so good, bella. Surely you have another one in you, don’t you, Y/N?” 

You nodded, still reeling from the aftershock of your orgasm. Mattheo placed you on his lap, prying your lips open with his fingers. “Theo asked you a question, princess. Use your words.” 

Theo smirked. “Give her a minute. I think I’ve fucked her so dumb with my mouth and fingers that she can’t even form a sentence.” 

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Mattheo said with a chuckle. He caressed your jaw, pressing kisses against your shoulder. “Don’t you want to cum again, sweetheart? Either way, you don’t really have a choice. Theo’s going to feast on you no matter what you say. You know he hates being teased.”

“I can take it,” you said in a shaky voice. “I’ll be good, I promise. I just want to make you both proud.” 

Theo smiled, revealing the dimples you loved so much. “I know you do, Y/N. We’re not stopping until you’ve soaked the sheets. Now come on, be a good girl and sit on my face.”

You swallowed thickly as Theo switched places with you, laying back on Mattheo’s lap while bringing your hips forward. Steadying yourself on Mattheo’s shoulder, you slowly lowered onto Theo’s face. You grinded against him slowly at first, minding your sensitive sex, but it wasn’t long before you were bucking into his mouth, riding his face like you’d ride his cock.

There was no other word to describe Theo but feral. He gorged himself on you, poking and prodding your wet cunt with his tongue and fingers until your head fell onto Mattheo’s neck, gasping against his skin while Theo’s fingers dug into your hips. You groaned as Mattheo kissed you roughly, whimpering at the overwhelming pressure already building in your core. 

As your moans and screams grew louder and louder, Mattheo gagged your mouth with his fingers, shoving his middle and pointer finger past your lips in an attempt to muffle the noise. 

“Are you trying to wake the whole castle up, princess?” 

“Let her,” Theo said, chuckling darkly as he wrapped his lips around your clit. “Let the whole castle hear what a desperate little slut she is for us.” 

You groaned as Theo picked up the pace, fucking you with his tongue until you were coming undone in his mouth. The second orgasm was an out of body experience. Stars exploded behind your eyes as you came with a cry. You could’ve sworn that you went to heaven and back.

As you collapsed backwards into Theo’s arms, your boyfriend grabbed you by the throat and kissed you. The taste of you lingered on his tongue and your eyes rolled back as Theo’s lips claimed yours. He chuckled when you chased his kisses. 

“Don’t be greedy, pretty girl. Matty wants a taste too.” 

Your lips parted in surprise as Theo grabbed the back of Mattheo’s head and kissed him hard, his tongue flicking over his bottom lip and they both groaned. Theo smiled into the kiss, savoring the taste. He patted Mattheo’s cheek before pulling you into his lap. 

“Such a good girl for us, aren’t you?” Theo cooed, caressing your cheek and rewarding you with neck kisses. “I love when you ride my face. You’re fucking perfect. I’m so proud of you, pretty girl.” 

“Don’t go all soft now, cariño.” Mattheo teased, licking away the remnants of you from the corner of his mouth. “We’re only getting started. We haven’t even fucked her yet.” 

Theo smiled down at you, wiping away the mascara streaks clinging to your cheeks. “Then by all means. Finish the job you started, Matty.”

“I intend to,” Mattheo replied as he loomed over you.

With a wink, Theo spread your legs apart and presented your sopping wet cunt to Mattheo like a present. He reached down and rubbed his middle and pointer finger against your clit, holding your hips in place as you arched off the bed. 

“Look at that. Pretty little pussy’s all nice and wet for us,” Theo said with a chuckle. “You’re so eager, aren’t you? So insatiable, dolcezza. Maybe Mattheo and I should give you a double dose. Fuck you at the same time.” 

“Yes,” you breathed, mewling as Theo continued rubbing lazy circles against your clit. “Please, please, I need it.” 

“Just a cockhungry little slut. You’re fucking greedy, mi amor. Begging for both of our cocks. Don’t worry, baby. We’ll give you what you want. Fill you up like you need.” 

You whimpered in response as Mattheo manhandled you, pushing your face into the pillows while he lifted your perky arse in the air. He kneaded your ass, rubbing his cock along your folds. When you grinded against him for more, Mattheo’s palm landed on your right cheek with a hard smack. As you looked behind you, Theo winked before slapping your left cheek. The sting of his palm burned against your skin, making your eyes water. 

“What’s the matter, bella? I thought you wanted to play.”

“I do,” you breathed, gripping the sheets. “Please, Teddy. I need more. Spank me harder.” 

“Dirty girl,” Theo said fondly. “Ask and you shall receive.” 

As his palm came down on your ass over and over again, you gasped for breath, chasing air while Mattheo lined himself up at your entrance. Theo leaned down to kiss the handprints on your arse, biting softly and embedding his mark onto your skin before mirroring Mattheo’s actions. Theo teased against your puckering hole and nodded at the curly headed boy beside him. 

He placed a soft kiss on Mattheo’s lips. “Ready?” 

“As I’ll ever be,” Mattheo responded with a grin. 

You braced yourself to take both of them, gripping the sheets while they filled you simultaneously. It was a tight fit and you could feel both of your boyfriends stretching your walls.

“Such a good girl,” Theo groaned, moving slowly so you could adjust to his girth. “Letting Matty and I stretch you wide open. Fuck, I love being inside of you. It feels like fucking heaven, tesoro.”

Mattheo groaned in agreement. “Your pussy’s so wet. Does it turn you on to be ruined like this?” You cried in pleasure, mewling as Mattheo took Theo’s hand and placed it on your lower abdomen. “Feel that, mi corazón. Can you feel me fuck her deep, rearranging her insides?” 

“Merda, you two are going to be the death of me.” Theo said, his dead eyes rolling back. “Fuck me, I could cum just watching Matty move inside of you, Y/N.” 

As the two of them moved in sync, you gasped and panted, tears streaming down your cheeks from the overstimulation. There were so many sensations all at once, overloading your senses, making you writhe and whimper while your boyfriends ruined you. Mattheo tilted your chin, praises dripping from his lips, sweat slicked skin glimmering a pretty golden shade in the dim light. 

The hard planes of his abdominal muscles rippled while he fucked you from behind, grasping at the base of your throat until you were gasping for air. “Who’s pussy is this?” Mattheo growled into your ear, his curls tickling your cheek while he released a ragged breath. “Who do you belong to, Y/N?” 

“You and Theo,” you breathed. “Only you and Theo.” 

Theo smiled at your answer, lacing your fingers together. “That’s right, principessa. You’re ours to love, to fuck, to worship. Don’t forget that.” 

“Oh gods,” you moaned, gripping Theo’s hand while wrapping your fingers around the hand that Mattheo had around your neck. “I’m yours and you’re both mine.” 

“Damn fucking right,” Mattheo said with a sharp thrust. 

As Mattheo’s breathing grew more ragged, you and Theo both knew that he would succumb first. Theo fisted Mattheo’s curls in one hand and pulled him in for a filthy kiss, swallowing the cry that left his lips as he came inside of you. The sensation of him filling you up was too much to handle and the orgasm rocked your body, making your limbs seize as that familiar white hot heat blinded your senses. 

Theo was the last to cum, pulling out of your sensitive hole so that Mattheo could wrap his lips around his cock. His endurance was rewarded with vulgar noises as Mattheo gripped his hips in place and sucked him dry.

When your third and final orgasm ran its course, you found yourself laying flat on your back, blinking back up at the ceiling as you regained control of your senses. Through the haze, you blinked and found Theo and Mattheo fussing over you, casting a cleansing spell and wiping your damp forehead with a clean cloth. With a smile, they both leaned in and kissed your cheeks before tucking you safely between them. You hummed, placing a gentle kiss on both of their foreheads. 

“You know you two are all I need, right?” 

Your boyfriends both nodded, curling against you. “Of course, mi corazón.” 

“You’re all we need too, cuore mio.”

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Suprising Theodore Nott (your boyfriend) with your skill in his native language, Italian

It's a quiet afternoon in the Slytherin common room, sunlight streaming through the tall, narrow windows. Theodore is sitting beside you on the green velvet couch, one hand idly tracing patterns on your leg while the other flips through a book. The room is calm, a few of his friends lounging around nearby, but none of them are really paying attention to you two. Draco is reading the Daily Prophet, Mattheo is deep in conversation with Lorenzo about something that sounds like mischief.

You glance up at Theodore, his sharp features softened by the warm light, and a small smile tugs at your lips. You've been practicing for this moment all week, and now feels like the perfect time.

With a deep breath, you lean toward him, your voice gentle as you ask, “Theo... che cosa stai leggendo?” (Theo, what are you reading?)

He freezes for a second, surprised, before his eyes widen slightly in delight. His gaze shifts from the book to you, a proud smirk appearing on his lips. “Che cosa ho sentito?” he murmurs, a teasing note in his voice. (What did I just hear?)

You feel a little shy under his intense gaze, but you press on. “Ho detto... che cosa stai leggendo?” you repeat, your accent not perfect, but you manage well enough. (I said... what are you reading?)

He laughs softly, the sound low and warm, before leaning in a little closer to you. “Sto leggendo un vecchio libro sulla magia antica.” (I’m reading an old book on ancient magic.) His fingers continue their lazy movements on your leg, but now there's a glint of pride in his eyes. “Sei stata fantastica, amore,” he adds quietly, his voice full of admiration. (You were amazing, love.)

You bite your lip, a little embarrassed but mostly pleased that he noticed how hard you’ve been trying. You glance around quickly—none of his friends seem to be paying attention, too absorbed in their own conversations. You lean into him, whispering, “Volevo sorprenderti.” (I wanted to surprise you.)

Theodore chuckles, his hand slipping up to cup your cheek. “E ci sei riuscita,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing against your skin. (And you succeeded.)

Feeling more confident now, you decide to keep going, asking, “Ti piace che sto imparando?” (Do you like that I’m learning?)

He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment before he pulls back to look into your eyes. “Mi rende così orgoglioso di te,” he says softly, his voice thick with affection. (It makes me so proud of you.) He leans in closer, his lips brushing your ear as he adds, “Non c'è nessuno che preferirei insegnare.” (There’s no one I’d rather teach.)

Your heart flutters at his words, the warmth in his voice sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. You lean your head on his shoulder, feeling content and proud of yourself. “Grazie, Theo,” you say quietly. (Thank you, Theo.)

He smiles down at you, his fingers now threading gently through your curls. “Prego, amore mio,” he replies, his voice soft and full of love. (You’re welcome, my love.)

For a moment, it’s just the two of you, your little bubble of Italian secret conversations and soft touches. None of his friends can understand what you’re saying, and that only makes it more special. Theodore’s gaze stays fixed on you, pride and admiration clear in his eyes. He tilts your chin up gently, pressing a tender kiss to your lips before murmuring, “Sei perfetta.” (You’re perfect.)

You can’t help but smile, your heart swelling at the sound of his praise. “Solo perché ho un bravo insegnante,” you tease, your voice playful. (Only because I have a good teacher.)

He chuckles, his hand resting on the back of your neck as he pulls you closer. “Allora dobbiamo continuare le lezioni,” he whispers, his lips brushing against your temple. (Then we must continue the lessons.)

You laugh softly, nodding as you settle into his arms. “Sì, voglio imparare di più,” you whisper back. (Yes, I want to learn more.)

He grins, clearly pleased, and presses another kiss to your forehead. “Bene,” he whispers. (Good.) And as the day stretches on, you stay wrapped up in each other, speaking softly in a language that only the two of you can share.

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mastermind, part three

oh my goshhh im so sorry this one took me like ten years (i had exams🤡🙏) i wrote part four as well as an apology🤞🤞

anyways heres part three, getting into that situationship situation rn we love to see it

but no fr idk how i feel abt this part so please lmk ur thoughts and that, hopefully the next parts will be better idk ily guys sm omg-

warnings: none i think, probably some swearing, mostly fluff

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I walk over to Theo, passing by drunken teenagers either making out or snorting cocaine. The strobe lights hit his face, bringing his bright eyes out every now and again as he looks up at me.

“Hey,” he says as I come to sit next to him on the sofa in the dark corner.

“Hey.” I reply back looking towards his book, “What are you reading?”

“Bukawoski,” he responded plainly, dog-earing the book and putting it aside to direct his full attention to me.

“Bukawoski? A muggle writer?” I ask in surprise “What possessed your pureblood mind to read that?”

He shrugs and answers, “I heard you and that curly-haired girl over there talking about it one time at dinner and I thought I’d see what all the nonsense was about.”

“Oh yeah? And how are you finding it?” I ask, a grin creeping up to my lips.

“Love is a dog from hell is pretty good. Bloody questionable, no doubt but good.” He says staring down at my lips from time to time.

We sit in silence for a moment, observing each other as the music played in the background until his strong unwavering gaze becomes too much for me and I break away and try to talk about something.

“So how was the match? Had fun losing?” I smirk at him and see his soft smile becoming a frown but I could see the tiniest sliver of a smile under it.

“Shut the fuck up, we didn’t have enough time for warm-ups and it was bloody freezing.” he complains whiningly which sends me into a burst of creasing laughter.

With a smile on his face, Theo asks me, “What’s so funny?”

I barely manage to get any words out from the laughter that has taken over my body, spreading to Theo’s too.

Our little moment is interrupted by a figure in front of us.

“Hi, care to join the others for a game?”, Cormac grins down at us, making Theo cease his laughter almost immediately and glare up at him.

Before he has the chance to say anything rude I take mine, “Yeah sure, we’d love to.” I smile up at Cormac and grab Theo by the arm dragging him towards the group settled on the carpet with an empty beer bottle in the middle of the circle.

“Ah welcome! Nott, Lestrange, joining us for seven minutes in heaven?” Ron asks from his place on the carpet.

“I don’t think I have much of a choice Weasley.” Theo jokes with Ron. Or at least I think it’s a joke. Whatever, at least they’re not bruising each other right now.

Though if Theo’s looks could kill, Cormac would’ve been six feet under by now…

“Okay, I’m going first!” Ginny Weasley says and spins the bottle making it turn a few times before landing on…Harry.

“No. Absolutely not. Ginny go back to your dorm, I’m not having this.” Ron says strictly before passing the bottle to me.

I spin it as Ginny grumbles and goes to another corner of the room being closely followed by Harry, away from Ron’s sights for once. Theo seems to catch my gaze and smiles softly.

“Oh now won’t you look at that, it was almost Gryffindor and Slytherin but I guess the choosing hat’s powers radiate all the way here.” Ron jokes as the bottle nearly lands on Theo, erupting butterflies in my tummy until they all fall down again when the bottle finally lands on Cormac.

Lord please no.

I stay in my position on the carpet, refusing to look at Cormac’s disturbingly growing grin and reach for Theo’s hand instead.

“Oh, Y/N I completely forgot about our detention with Flitwick from the other day, we’d better be going now.” Theo says as he pretends to check his watch, pulls me up and sarcastically smiles at Cormac before saying, “Sorry mate.”

We make it out of the common room easily, thank God, and I have a million thanks for Theo but a question still remains.

“Why did you do that?” I say plainly as we start walking and Theo pulls out a cigarette, putting it between his pink lips and reaching for a lighter in his pocket.

“No reason,” he mumbles through his teeth as the cold autumn air hits our faces.

“You sure? You’d normally just walk out. No explanation.”

“Well,” he begins, looking at me for a second before taking a drag of his cigarette and breathing it out, “I would. But you wouldn’t, and if I just pulled you up with no explanation then the others might think something else. And anyway I can’t stand seeing you with that bastard.” he says frowning to himself.

“Oh yeah?” I smirk at him, “Why’s that?”

“Not good enough for you.”

“Then what is good enough for me Theo?” I say as we enter the castle again and walk into a deserted, dark hallway.

He says nothing but brushes his hand with mine before pausing and offering me a drag from his cigarette. “Mm, no, I like my lungs, thanks.”

“Suit yourself.” he shrugs and as he puts the cigarette back in his mouth the sleeve of his shirt lifts a bit showing his soft skin tainted with something…black?

“What’s that?” I ask, taking my hands out of my pockets and point to his arm quickly.

He pulls his sleeve back down as quickly as he can and mumbles a quick ‘nothing’, looking panicked and anxious all of a sudden.

“Theo? Are you okay? I’m sorry I shouldn’t have asked.” I apologise and regardless of his “No don’t worry lovie you don’t need to apologise"s, I still feel unsure and try to reach out for him but he flinches away before I can say anything.

“M’sorry I just- I have to go. I’ll um, I’ll see you tomorrow.” he says quickly and strides off to the Slytherin common room. As he was mumbling this, I had a chance to asses his behaviour. Rather than the cool, calm and nonchalant Theo that I’m used to, I saw the glassy-eyed, apprehensive and slightly vulnerable Theo.

What was that?

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theo’s pov

“Well, good morning to you too,” Draco says to me, smiling as I harshly drop my bag down on the breakfast table.

“What’s wrong with you?” Pansy asks, before putting a spoonful of cereal in her mouth.

I sigh before answering, “I’ve got potions first period.”

“...And that’s bad because…?” Blaise drags out, looking at me in curiosity.

“Because she’s there and the Yule Ball’s coming up, and I should’ve asked her earlier but I didn’t, and now that that bloody git Cormac’s probably going to go with her.”

My short rant left the table in silence for a moment before Pansy replied,

“Don’t worry about it Theo, even if she is going with Cormac I’m pretty sure she’s not going to have much fun with him.”

“Yeah no for real, guy’s a fucking pussy.” Blaise agrees, having had many classes with him before.

We get into our nonsensical chatter until the bell rings and everyone starts clearing off to lessons and I hold Draco back by his elbow before he moves off and whisper nervously to him, “What if she sees it?”

“Sees what?” he says with furrowed brows, making me roll my eyes and point to my forearm saying, “What if she sees it.”

Draco looks down at my covered arm and looks at his and says, “Don’t worry mate, we’ll be fine.”, smiles and moves off.

“Thanks for the reassurance mate,” I say after him as we walk together with Blaise to our classes, them to dark arts and me to potions.

“Trust me I know, she’s my cousin after all.” Draco smiles before Blaise nods to my class door, “Make sure you ask her.”

I enter the room and looking up towards my seat I can see Y/N smiling and waving excitedly at me, as I get closer I wave back reciprocating her enthusiasm.

“How come you’re so happy on a Monday morning?” I ask as I place my books down and take my seat.

“Look what I made for you,” she says as she pulls out a silver ring with stars engraved on the sides with both our initials, “I always see you wearing that one ring on your hand so I thought I’d make you another for the other hand. And you like astrology a lot so I thought I’d put some stars on it or something I don’t know. Do you like it?”

My heart skips a beat and blood rushes to my ears and cheeks as I sit there stunned as she looks back at me expectantly.

“No ones given me a present before.” I say quietly and meet her eyes getting softer by my words.

“What? Like ever?” she asks as she tilts her head slightly to the right in question.

God this girl’s gonna be the death of me.

“No uhm,” I clear my throat before continuing, “My mother used to give me loads, you know for my birthday or Christmas or whatever but after she uhm…” I take a pause, trying to collect my emotions and reach out for the ring in her soft hands, “I don’t really get that many any more, my dad’s not really big on presents or anything.” I try to block out the thought of him and look up at the gorgeous girl in front of me but the look in her eyes breaks me more than my father ever could.

“Don’t worry Teddy, we’re friends now so you’re getting showered in presents starting with this one.

Now show me your homework, I need to copy it before he comes around to check.” she says as she takes my books and starts copying out my work, leaving me stunned by her words.

Friends.

I look down at the small piece of jewellery between my fingers and slip it on with a small smile on my face.

I’m so fucked.

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mastermind, part four

ok ok ok here's part four i dont rly have much to say here bc i said everything on part three but i hope you like this one and dw guys im gonna try publish part five asap im starting writing it tonight, productive era fr 🙌💯

warnings: slight angst, swearing, injury, protective theo😋😋

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y/n’s pov

“Hello Y/N.”

I look up from my place on the grass where I was tying my shoes.

Oh. Him again.

“Hi, Cormac.” I say with a tight-lipped smile, standing up, and walking over to where I left my broom when I was practising.

Cormac follows me like a lost puppy and says, “So uhm how’ve you been?”

It’s been almost four months of this. He comes over to wherever I am and follows me asking pointless questions about the weather or lessons and it would’ve been fine if he wasn’t making uncomfortable inappropriate jokes in between. It’s December now, nearly time for the Yule Ball and I need to shake Cormac off my tail sometime soon or I'll have no hope of finding a date this year.

“Just fine Cormac, what about you?” I say mindlessly, trying to devise ideas to get him away politely.

“I’m good…would be better with you in my bed though…” he says, smoking at me as I give him a disgusted look and stop walking.

Forget trying to be nice, this guy’s a creep.

“Okay Cormac, let's settle this. What’s all this really about? I mean you’ve been following- no practically stalking me for months now, and if it wasn’t creepy enough without the inappropriate jokes, it sure as hell is now. So what do you actually like me or just want to get in my pants?” I say angrily at him, clutching my broom in my hands so hard, my knuckles turn white.

He looks started by my outburst at first but quickly replies and says, “Uhm no, no! Of course I like you Y/N, I just wanted to know if you had a date for the Yule Ball yet?” with the furrows of my brows he leans forward and speaks lowly to me in a more threatening tone, “Sure would be a shame if the whole school found out the truth about your favourite uncle.”

Sirius? What the fuck?

I push him away, “Get the fuck away from me you freak!” I go to leave before he grabs me by my wrist and speaks again, “Come to the ball with me and I won’t say a word about him to anyone,”

“Cormac let go of me,” I say, struggling in his tightening grip.

“Just say yes. Say yes and I’ll let go and no one will have to hear about your uncle.”

“Get away from me!” I shout at him, stomp on his foot and punch his nose the hardest I could, feeling his bones crunching beneath mine. Or maybe it was both our bones.

I hold my now numb hand and leave him on the empty field holding his bloody nose and groaning while I run straight to the castle.

I run aimlessly for about three minutes, turning every which way not expecting anyone to be out in the hallways at this time, “Everyone would be in lessons right now” I think before, to my surprise, I turn the corner and I’m face to face with Theo.

He takes hold of me from my arms before I collapse into him and looks at me in surprise with a cigarette in between his soft pink lips.

I mumble out a quick ‘Sorry’ and move to leave, maybe go back to my common room to look for Hermione but he stops me before I can go anywhere.

His alarmed eyes and lifted brows look down at the tears on my face and the redness around my wrist and knuckles. He takes the cigarette out of his mouth, discarding it on the floor before putting it out with his shoe, takes me gently by the other hand and leads me to the hospital wing.

“Theo, no, I’m fine don’t worry.” I try and reassure him, “I don’t need Madam Pomfrey all over me right now, a potion from Hermione can fix me right up, I promise.”

He ignores me and takes me to an empty bed, telling me to rest my hand and sit still, before moving away to find Madam Pomfrey.

When shes checked me over and given me the right medications, he stares down at me but doesn't say a word until I ask, “What?”.

His reply is cold and quiet, “Who did this to you?”

I try brushing the question off, “Don’t worry about it Theo, I handled it fine.”

“Yeah, I can see that.” he says, looking down at my bandaged hand, and asks again, “Who did this to you Y/N?”

I sigh before answering, “You promise you won’t do anything illegal?”

“I promise.” he says and I extend my pinky on my good hand towards him. His hard expression softens slightly before he extends his and joins our pinkies together muttering another ‘promise’.

“Cormac. He got mad at me because I didn’t want to go to the ball with him and threatened to tell everyone some things about my family.” I say quietly, looking down.

theo’s pov

I don’t say anything as blood rushes to my head, my knuckles already forming into fists, my jaw clenching and my feet turning around to go find the prick.

“No Theo!’ Y/N says after me, trying to grab my arm and stop me from beating the rat up but I hold her hand as gently as I can and ask her to “Please rest Y/N, I’ll be back soon and I promise I won’t do anything too bad.”

“No Theo, please just drop it, it’s fine.” she tries to reassure me.

“What? No it’s not, first of all, he shouldn’t have touched you in the first place, but to hold you like that and threaten you? He’s begging for it now.” I turn to leave again, trying to find him somewhere in this massive castle, trying to calm down before I remember the look on Y/N’s face and all the anger comes rushing back like an extreme storm wave. Fuck this.

I walk around the castle quickly, keeping my eyes and ears open for any signs of the snake until I catch something near the bushes.

“No man, bitch fucked me right over. Broke my nose and everything. But I mean to be fair I do like them feisty if you know what I mean.” I hear his voice like venom before he laughs with his friends.

Before I know it, I’m being pulled away by Mattheo and Draco as Cormac’s friends grab him by his bloody torn shirt. Splatters of his blood are on mine but nowhere near as bad as his.

I had stayed quiet during the whole fight, speaking only with my punches and getting my message across.

A huge crowd has gathered by this point and I’m being assisted to McGonagall’s office by Mattheo and Draco patting me on the back with the teacher in front of us. I know I’ll get detention for a month, maybe two, and probably won’t be able to play Quidditch for a few weeks either but who cares.

It was for her and I don’t regret a fucking thing.

y/n’s pov

I walk down the great dining hall with everyone's eyes on me, whispering things to people around them. More than usual.

I take my usual seat next to Ginny and Hermione and look around at everyone, asking, “What’s going on?”. Ron, Harry and Hermione look at each other awkwardly before Hermione speaks up, “You don’t know what’s happened?”

“No?”

“That boyfriend of yours beat McLaggen up so bad he’s had to go to St. Mungo’s,” Ron speaks up against the silence and my blood turns cold as my stomach flips over.

“What?!” I say, alarmed.

“Yeah mate, everyone saw it… he was ruthless. Didn’t stop until the bloke couldn’t stand up by himself” Harry agrees with Ron as they turn to look at the Slytherin table behind and see Theo talking normally with his friends.

“He deserved it to be fair, I don’t blame Nott for beating him up the way he did.” Hermione says before asking about my hand.

“It’s all fine now, nothing major just a few broken bones.” I say turning my wrist and flexing my fingers before turning to Ron and answering his previous accusation, “And he’s not my boyfriend Ron, he’s just a friend.”

“Yeah well Harry and Cho Chang are friends but you don’t see him going around beating Cedric up.” Ron says stupidly, making Ginny tense up and Hermione glare at him from across the table as I take Ginny’s hand under it.

“Hey Hermione do you have a spare paper and quill?” I ask after we’ve all eaten our dinner and most of the people in the dining hall have cleared off.

“Yes of course, what for?” she asks, pulling a blank piece of paper and quill out of her bag and passing it to me. “I need to send a note.” I say vaguely before scribbling down:

meet me in the astrology tower after curfew.

I pull my wand out of my pocket and perform the paper bird charm, passing the note to Theo on the other side of the hall.

We all watch as he receives it, reads it and looks up at me, and winks. He asks Pansy for a quill and writes back:

See you there darling

I smile, putting the note into my pocket as Hermione squeals at me, Harry smiles and Ron makes a face of throwing up. “And that Ronald, is why you still don’t have a date to the Yule Ball. Speaking of which Harry do you have yours yet?” 

“Yep, I do actually.”

“Oh yeah? Who is it?” Ron asks looking over at Harry. Hermione and I give each other a knowing look as Harry says, “Uhm, I’m not at liberty to say.”

Harry gets up to leave to escape the conversation as Hermione and I laugh after him and Ron trailing not too far behind, pestering Harry and threatening him if it's his sister.

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“Hey” I hear a soft deep voice behind me as I stare up at the stars from the tower.

I turn around and find Theo wearing a deep red jumper and red plaid pyjamas, holding two cups of hot chocolate coincidently matching with my red plaid shorts and red jumper with my initial on it, courtesy of Mrs Weasley of course.

We smile at each other as he comes close and asks how my hand is, “All better, see” I flex my hand once again to prove it to him and we sit in silence for a few minutes drinking the hot chocolate he’d gotten from the kitchen.

“So,” he starts slowly sipping his hot chocolate and looking over at me in the dim light, “What did you want to talk about?”

I take a breath before answering, “Why did you do that?”

His eyebrows furrow, “Do what?”

I give him a knowing look and he looks away with a smile in response which drops quickly when thoughts of Cormac come back in his mind. “Guy’s a git. Doesn’t deserve you.” He says plainly bringing the cup to his lips again. I look at him for a minute, observing his long eyelashes and soft skin and look away just when he looks at me.

“Have you got a date to the ball yet?” He says in the comfortable silence.

I look back at him getting lost for a moment in his soft blue eyes. I shake my head in response.

He nods, looking down before downing the rest of his hot chocolate and standing up.

He reaches out a hand towards me and pulls me up from my place on the stairs and says, “Would you go with me if I asked?”

I look up at his eyes once again, seeing a hint of fear behind the blue, “If you asked dickhead.”

He laughs at this, nods and kisses me on the cheek before leaving.

“See you later star.”

“Star?” I say in question, my cheeks burning from his touch.

He doesn’t say a word or turn around, but simply holds out his middle finger, flipping me off which confuses me more until I see the silver ring I made him resting at the bottom of it.

I smile to myself as he walks away, leaving my face flushed and heart swollen.

What am I getting myself into.

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mastermind, part five

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“Good morning,” Harry says, smiling brightly as Hermione and I sit at the table.

“Morning,” we both reply in unison, Hermioen going to say something but is cut off when our attention darts to the old owl that all but crashes into our food on the table, sending bowls of cereal and plates of toast flying into the air.

“Ron! Get your owl in check!” I yell as Hermione magics away the spilt milk on my robes, leaving them brand new.

“Sorry, sorry. God this bird’s going to be the death of me.” Ron replies as he detaches the box in the owl's claws before shooing it away.

“What’s that?” Harry asks, pointing at the box curiously as Ron goes to open it and pulls out a long black robe with white ruffles at the collar.

“Mum’s sent me a dress!” Ron says in horror as he stares down at the old thing.

“Well, it does match your eyes. Is there a bonnet? Aha!” I shout through my laughter, pulling out a white collar with a black bow and holding it up at Ron’s neck.

“Oh shut up Y/N. You’re not funny.” Ron says dismissively as he walks over to Ginny and continues,

“Ginny here, these must be for you.”

“I’m not wearing that, it’s ghastly.” she says looking up at the dress in disgust.

Hermione lets out a fit of giggles as Harry and I smack each other, laughing at Ron, unable to control ourselves.

“What are you on about?” Ron asks confused.

“They’re not for Ginny, you idiot, they’re for you!” I shout as the Gryffindors around us join in on the laughter.

“They’re dress robes,” Hermione adds, calming down slightly.

“Dress robes, for what?” Ron responds with frustration in his voice.

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“The Yule Ball has been a Hogwarts tradition since its inception,” McGonagall’s voice booms in the large room filled with girls on one side and boys on the other. Hermione and I softly giggle as we make small quips about how uncomfortable Harry and Ron look, having to sit next to Theo and Draco.

“On Christmas Eve night, we gather in the Great Hall for a night of well-mannered frivolity,” she says as she glides around the room, eyeing Harry and Draco as they make faces at each other, causing them to stop almost immediately.

“I expect each and every one of you to put your best foot forward. And I mean this literally as the Yule Ball is, as you know, first and foremost, a dance,” she says, sending the girls into excited conversations and the boys into a sea of annoying groans.

“Silence!” she shouts over the noise, clapping her hands together over her head, “Our school has commanded the respect of the wizarding world for over 10 centuries. And I will not have you, in the course of a single evening, besmirching that name by behaving like a babbling, bumbling band of baboons.” she finishes, sending everyone into quiet laughter. I look up from my fixed gaze at McGonagall at Theo who snickers softly and looks at me before mouthing, “Try saying that five times fast.”

I smirk as I try whispering it as he does the same, before McGonagall walks over in front of us, breaking our gazes at each other. “Now, to dance,” she says, waving her arms around gracefully, turning to the girl's side, saying, “is to let the body breathe. Inside every girl, a secret swan slumbers…longing to burst forth and take flight.”

She turns to the boys, cutting off whatever snide remark Ron was making, “Inside every boy, a lordly lion prepared to prance. Mr Weasley.”

She walks over to Ron swiftly as he cowers slightly, looking immensely uncomfortable as she asks him to join her.

“...Yes?”

Harry looks over at Hermione and me and we smirk at Ron as McGonagall lectures him how to put his hands on her waist.

They dance for a minute before McGonagall calls everyone over and tells us to partner up, and Theo comes up to me with a hand behind his back. “Join me for this dance?” he says jokingly as he bows forward slightly and puts one hand out making me smile and reach out for his hand before I swiftly grab Harry’s from behind him and say, “Sorry maybe next time!” over my shoulder, sending him into laughter, shaking his head as Harry looks up at me quizzingly.

“Leaving him wanting more?” he smiles at me, “Yep, I learned from the best.” I joke, referencing the endless amounts of times Harry and Ginny have gotten close but have never made anything official.

He rolls his eyes and says, “Shut up.”

“Have you even asked her yet?” I ask as we sway to the music, “Not yet, I think I’ll do it tonight…if Ron doesn’t interrupt us again that is.”

“Don’t worry,” I say nodding my head over to the other side of the room where Ron and Hermione are trying to dance, “I think he’s got other things to worry about.”

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“We really need to get a move on, otherwise we’ll be the only ones without dates,” Ron whispers to Harry as we try and recreate the potion Slughorn’s just shown us.

Harry doesn’t say anything as he smiles to himself and focuses back on his potion, making me smile softly in return knowing he’s probably asked Ginny by now and she's said yes.

“What are you smiling about?” Theo asks, interrupting me from my thoughts as he adds fluxweed into our potion and looks at me confusingly. “No reason.” I smile up at him, noticing the ring I gave him on his finger.

“So,” I say, taking my seat as we wait for our potion to boil.

“So?” he replies, taking his seat next to me and resting the bottom side of his jaw in his hand with his elbow on the table, staring at me with his blue eyes.

“Yule Ball’s in a few days, have you found a date yet?”

“Mm no not yet. Why do you ask?” he smirks.

“Oh no, no reason.” I stutter, feeling embarrassed, as I try to distract myself with the brew in front of us.

“So your bruises have healed,” I say, reaching out and holding his face to the side to examine the area they used to be on top of his sharp cheekbone. “Mhm. All better now.” He smiles.

I sigh and say, “You shouldn’t have done that you know.” “Why not? I’d do it for Blaise or Pansy or even Draco, I’d do it for any of my friends, so why not you? Especially you.” he mutters the last bit silently but my ears catch it before it disappears, making blood rush to my ears and cheeks.

“A friendship between a Gryffindor and Slytherin is unheard of. Especially considering your family and my best friends, what makes you so confident in ours?”

“I don’t know. You’re…different,” he says, standing up, “You’re not like those other Gryffindors. They’re too proud.”

I laugh after him, gathering my own things as he goes to give Slughorn our finished potion, “You Slytherin lot aren’t all that humble anyways.”

“No Star, we just know our worth.” he winks back at me as he leaves and I notice something on his side of the desk. A little envelope with my name on it.

I open it to find,

“Meet me in the Astronomy Tower after curfew. Bring a jacket.”

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“You took your time,” Theo says as I walk up the stairs, holding two cups of hot chocolate for him and me.

“Shut up, I was bribing one of the elves to give me whipped cream in these this time.” I hold one of the drinks up to him to take it before he grabs both out my hands and puts them down on the floor,

“You shouldn’t have, we won’t need them.” He smiles mischievously before taking my hand and running down the large, empty corridors.

“Theo stop! Where are we going?!” I whisper yell out of surprise, grabbing his hand tighter as I run to keep up with him. “You’ll see!” He says over his shoulder, leading us out the castle and giving a few galleons to the prefect keeping watch at the door.

“Come on,” he says softly now, both of us panting from the run.

The cold wind hits me in the face and immediately sends a shiver up my spine, making me pull my jacket up slightly to cover my exposed neck.

Theo lets go of my hand and pulls his black, green and silver Slytherin scarf off and wraps the cloth around my neck, 

“Theo, will you stop being a prick and at least tell me where we’re going?”

He grabs my arm and links it in with his before saying, “We’re almost there.”

I look up at him as we walk in comfortable silence, the soft moonlight reflecting on his sharp features, his rosy cheeks and the cold vapour coming from his pink nose as he breathes and he turns to me giving me a big smile as he stops walking, turns me around and covers my eyes.

“Theo what now? You drag me out of the warm castle and make me freeze out here in the stupid snow and you didn’t even let me drink my hot chocolate and you won’t even tell me where we’re going and I’m probably going to get hypothermia at this point because of you.” I finish my rant as he turns me around, slowly removing his cold fingers from my eyes.

“Shut up and open your eyes, you drama queen.”

I can hear the smile in his voice as I open my eyes and see a big tree with a covering on top, looking like a den adorned in fairy lights and snowflake decorations. A red checkered picnic blanket resting on the ground along with my favourite pastries, hot chocolates and movies all set up on a projector facing the castle. Snowflakes all form one sentence above the movie projector screen playing Tangled, making my breath stop and a huge grin form on my lips.

Will you get tangled with me at the ball?

I turn around to find a flustered-looking Theodore with his hands in his pocket, nervously looking down at me waiting for my reaction. “You did this?” I ask with a quizzical smile on my face, still in disbelief that he went through all this effort for me.

“Yeah. Well I mean Blaise, Mattheo and Pansy helped me. Draco tried but he wasn’t any good so I got Pansy to instead. And I asked Hermione for all your favourite movies and I’ve seen you with all these pastries and hot chocolates a lot this time of year so I thought you’d like them. But I mean if you don’t that’s perfectly fine, I can scrap it all and we can pretend like this never happened and-”

“Yes.” I interrupt his rant with a smile on my face, admiring his stress over whether I’d like the gesture or not.

“And I- Sorry?” He asks breaking his rant confusingly with his eyebrows furrowed.

“Yes, I love it and I’d love to go to the ball with you Theodore.”

“Oh, I- Okay well. Okay. That’s great, that’s…Wow.” He stutters out, surprised at my response.

Theodore Nott stuttering? Nervous? When did that happen? I think to myself as he composes himself again and asks, “Shall we?” pointing to the blanket and movie playing on the projector.

I nod, smiling brightly up at him as I give him a side hug. He tenses for a moment before wrapping his arms around me and hugging back tightly.

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this ones the end of sixth year, next parts going to be the start of seventh year

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The next few weeks leading up to the ball pass by in a blur and it all starts off with me breaking the news to Harry, Ron and Hermione.

“Hey guys,” I say putting my bag down the next day with a brighter smile than usual on my face.

“Hello? What’s got you all giggly?” Harry questions, giving Ron his charms homework to copy frantically before we have to go to the lesson after breakfast.

“Oh, nothing…” I say with a grin, looking over at the Slytherin table only to find Theo already looking at me with a smile, making blood rush up to my cheeks and ears.

Hermione raises her eyebrows at me in question and follows my eyes to the table finding Theo just before he turns away to his friends.

“Y/n?” Hermione says warningly, breaking me into telling them everything.

“Okay fine! Ah, you won’t believe this! You know Theodore?” I squeal.

Harry raises his eyebrows as Ron snaps up from his homework, staring at me, “Who? Nott?”

“Yes,” I reply with my smile getting bigger and bigger as Hermione shakes me by the arm, squealing and giggling. Of course, she’d know, she helped him plan it.

“He asked me to the ball!”

Harry’s frown quickly turns into a huge grin as he looks back at Theo and gives him a thumbs up which Theo returns with an upwards nod and grin.

“And what did you say?” Ron asks, deathly calm.

“I said yes.”

“What?! Why would you do that?” He all but shouts.

“Ron! He’s nice, I want to go with him.”

“How can he be nice he’s a Slytherin.” he sneers.

“Ronald! Why can’t you just be happy for them? At least Nott’s got the courage to ask a girl out.” Hermione says, clearly upset as we both stand up and I stick my tongue out at him, walking out the hall with Hermione as Harry shakes his head disappointedly at Ron.

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A few days after there’s a quidditch match and Theo invites me to come watch him play.

“You should come to the match tomorrow.” He whispers as Slughorn drones on about the origin of Amortentia.

“Which? Slytherin and Hufflepuff?” I whisper back toying with my quill.

“Mhm.”

“Why?” I whisper with a smug smile to which Theo replies with a knowing look.

“You know why.”

“I’d like to hear you say it.”

He sighs before surrendering, “Fine. I’d like it if you were there. Happy now?” “Very,” I say with a smile, gathering my things and standing up as Slughorn dismisses our class.

The match goes well with Slytherin winning and Theo flying down to meet me a few times. He’d hover down and give me a smile or point at me after scoring a quaffle.

“Is that Theo’s?” Hermione asks with a smile, pointing to my scarf.

“What? Oh yeah, it is.” I say with a huge smile seeing the scarf he’d given me that night, engraved in silver with his initials.

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We’d started studying together too. Almost every night, we’d meet up at the library with hot chocolate and a stack of old books, simply sitting together and reading or helping one another with formulas or spells.

“What did you get for number 12?” Theo asks, the smell of his cologne floods my nose as he leans over, his soft hair gently brushing the side of my jaw.

“I got uhm…I got impedimenta” I slightly stuttered, clearly flustered as Theo looked up at me with a smug grin.

“Oh shut up you prick.” I say, shoving him into the large stack of books next to him, making them tip over and him getting a hard stare from the librarian as I silently laugh at him.

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“Hey, have you read this one?” Theo asks, holding a red book up to me with gold lettering on the cover.

The bookshop we’re in is unusually empty compared to the ones I usually go to, this one being Theo’s pick for our trip to Hogsmeade. It seems that there was a part of Hogsmeade that I hadn’t explored yet. Or many other people for that matter.

“Oh yeah, I have, it's so good, the plot twist goes mad.” I say excitedly as Theo raises an eyebrow and puts it in his basket, slowly filling up with books.

The snowstorm outside rages on as I scan the shop from one end to the other for the perfect book to read next (ignoring the reminder in the back of my head that I’ve already got a shelf full of unread books at home).

I pick up a blue book titled, “Edera” and open it up, the story inside intriguing me more than I thought it would. I tear myself away from the book, convincing myself I’d enjoy it more some other time when I’m warmer and decide to check my purse for the change for it instead.

Fuck. I left my wallet in my dorm.

I put the book back where I found it, kicking myself for forgetting my wallet in the rush of getting out early enough and going to where Theo was.

“Hey, ready to go?”

“Yeah almost I just need to pay, you go ahead to the cafe I’ll meet you there.” He says, taking his money out of his coat pocket, approaching the counter.

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When Christmas Day morning came, the entire day leading up to the ball had passed by in a blur. Presents were given, food was eaten and Hermione and I had gotten into a massive snowball fight with Harry, Ron, Ginny and the twins. The girls had teamed up against the boys and crushed them in the snow frenzy.

At five o’clock, Hermione, Ginny and I left to go get ready for the event.

The girls got ready in my room, Ginny being in charge of makeup, Hermione in charge of hair and Y/N in charge of the dresses and accessories.

“You know,” I say clasping a diamond necklace on Hermione’s neck, “even though you’re not going with Ron you can still dance with him.”

“That is if he’s not busy with his Lav Lav.” Hermione replies, mocking Ron’s nickname for Lavender Brown.

“Please, once he sees you, he’ll forget all about her,” Ginny speaks up from her place above me, putting a small silver star clip at the side of my hair.

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I hastily leave the common room and walk up the stairs leading to the entrance hall, Hermione and Ginny had left a few minutes before me as I had misplaced my shoes.

I stop at the top of the staircase, looking around for my friends.

Ginny had spotted me first, she was talking with Fred and Harry, both of whom were with their dates. Ginny saw me before I saw her and shouted my name waving to get my attention.

Theo turned around first, his mouth dropped as he saw me(, in his opinion, Y/N had never looked more beautiful).

He walked over to meet me at the end of the stairs and said, “You…wow…You look stunning. I like the star.” he adds on, smiling.

“Thank you Theo, you look amazing.” I smile brightly up at him.

We meet up with everyone else, me giving a consoling smile to Ron who admittedly didn’t look half bad in his robes and Harry who looked amazing in his. We all complement one another and walk in together, arms linked with each of our dates.

Instead of the long house tables that were usually in the hall, there were about a hundred smaller ones set for a dozen people, littered all around the space. We all went around and moved to one of the smaller tables. The dining hall was adorned with a massive Christmas tree, ornamented with white and blue baubles, the walls of the hall were covered in sparkling silver frost and hundreds of garlands of mistletoe and ivy hung under the starry ceiling.

The white plates in front of us were empty, except for a single menu resting on each one.

“What are we supposed to do, starve?” Ron exclaimed as Hermione rolled her eyes at him and said the name of whatever she wanted off the menu and it appeared on her plate.

“Oh, I get it now. Thanks, Mione.” Ron smiles up at her, which she ignores. The rest of us filled in pursuit, eating anything we wished while making jokes with one another.

When all the food had been eaten, Dumbledore stood up from his space on the main table and asked everyone to do the same, he then waved his wand and the tables all zoomed to the walls, leaving the floor clear. He then conjured a raised platform complete with guitars, a lute, a cello and bagpipes.

The Weird Sisters walked up to the stage, exciting a sea of applause, they picked up their instruments to play.

“May I have this dance?” I look to the side of me to see Theo half bent over with one hand at his back and the other extended out for me to take it. I giggle at his crooked smile and take his hand, nodding as he pulls me close to him, swaying gently to the slow song.

“Are you enjoying tonight?” Theo asks softly, looking down at me.

“Mhm, I’m having a wonderful time.” I say grinning up at him as he smiles contentedly and says, “Good.”

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We dance and joke the night away together, completely losing track of time until the ball’s long gone along with everyone else and Theo and I are the only people left in the dimmed hall, laughing at each other's jokes.

“And then he goes, ‘My father will hear about this!’ before she wacks him in the face!” Theo lets out in between laughs, sending me creasing over.

He calms down before I do and looks over at me, fiddling with my shoes in his hands that I’d swapped with his long ago. “I’m so sorry Theo I’m never wearing heels again, I swear.” I had said, to which he replied, “Don’t worry love, I’d swap my shoes with you any day.” leaving me a flustered mess.

“You’re so pretty.” He says simply, smiling at me softly.

I don’t say anything in return but smile and take his hand leading him to the nearest mistletoe, his eyes never leaving me.

“Look up,” I whisper.

He looks up in realisation and down again, eyes darting between my lips and eyes.

He slowly leans in, his cologne swarming around me and butterflies erupting in my tummy as I stand on my tiptoes to meet his lips. His hands wrap around my waist, pulling me close as mine go to the hair in the back of his neck and his bicep, holding each tightly in anticipation.

He lets out a soft groan and I can feel his minty breath on my face but before we can touch we’re broken apart by a shout outside.

“Theodore!” the panicked voice gets closer and closer as we break away and reach for our wands.

Draco appears in the doorway, looking dishevelled with his white shirt slightly unbuttoned and the cuffs rolled up. His usually tidy hair is messy and a look of fear and alarm in his eyes, spreading and overtaking the confusion in Theo’s.

The quiet, calm ambience in the room immediately leaves as Draco stands at the doorway nodding his head silently at Theo.

“No,” Theo whispers softly, his hold on my hand becoming tighter as he leads me behind him in protection.

“Theo, what’s going on?” I ask, my voice coming out quieter than I thought it would.

When I don’t get a reply from him I ask the same question to Draco, my voice slightly louder now, laced with panic as I look between the two boys.

“We have to go Theodore. Now.” Draco says before he runs out of sight, leaving Theo and me alone again.

“Theo, can you please tell me what the fuck is going on?” I ask a final time, almost fearing his answer.

“Y/n you need to listen to me very… very carefully.” He says, his voice breaking mid-sentence and his bottom lip quivering.

“Theo…” I hold his hand and he holds mine back tighter.

“It…I…it wasn’t supposed- to be this way I-” He breaks in his words as he holds onto my hands for dear life, tears gathering up in his eyes, threatening to spill out at any second. He takes a deep breath before slowly pulling the robes that were covering his left arm up.

Black ink, seared into his soft skin showing a skull with a snake protruding from its mouth.

The defaced skin around the mark was red hot, clearly irritated and inflicting pain on him.

My stomach dropped, as did my hands from his and his eyebrows furrowed slightly at my flinching away from him. I looked up at him and saw pure pain written all over his face.

“How long Theo?” My voice comes out quiet and broken as tears glass over my eyes.

“Five months.” He whispers.

His reply feels like a punch to the gut, replacing all my feelings of sadness with betrayal.

“Why didn’t you tell me?! You prick! You could’ve told me and I’d fix it, I’d help you fix it Theo, why didn’t you tell me?!” I shout up at him, my fists hitting his strong chest repeatedly as he simply stands there in surrender until my arms and emotions give out and I sob into his chest.

“You can’t.” He says softly, holding me closer as we cry into each other's arms.

He pulls away slightly, still keeping his close hold on me and saying, “Please, please, go to your dorm, lock the door and stay there all night. Please don’t go out for any reason love please just stay there, stay safe, I am begging you.”

“What? Theo, why? No, no I’m- I’m coming with you.”

“No love you can’t. You don’t get it I have to do this, I have to leave.”

“Theo stop, you don’t have to leave, we can go to Dumbledore, we can explain everything, he’ll fix it I know he will.”

“No I…I can’t do this, I'm sorry,” he says with furrowed brows, walking away from me as I walk after him.

“Theo no…please! Theo stop it please, come back.” I say after him, all but begging him to stay.

“This was a mistake,” he says, turning around with a hard look on his face.

“What?” I whisper, feeling like a knife has been pushed through my chest, impaling my heart.

“You heard me.” he nods to himself, hands shaking but keeping the poker face on.

Pain, betrayal, hurt and anger rush through me, chilling me to the bone as my face hardens and tears stop.

“You’re an asshole, Theodore Nott! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!” is the last thing I say to Theo before he leaves and with that I’m left alone sobbing on the floor in my gown.

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“Y/n!” Hermione shouts my name as I enter the dorm with puffy eyes.

I look up to find almost everyone from our year sitting around somewhere in the common room, some in gowns and robes and others in pyjamas, nonetheless all holding each other as they cry together.

“Hermione…what’s going on?”

“Dumbledore’s dead,” she answers in a broken whisper, “and Malfoy and Nott are gone.” My stomach drops as my brain goes straight to Draco and Theo. They never deserved this, they’re only kids. We all sit around crying and consoling one another before early morning comes and we go to our dorms.

As I enter my room something on the bed catches my eye, making what’s left of my heart drop to my stomach and tears rush to my eyes once again.

The blue book.

Theo.

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“Sirius!”, I laugh as he opens the door taking me in his arms.

“Y/n! How’ve you been? Are you alright darling?” He asks in concern, eyeing me up and down to check for any wounds I could’ve obtained from my Floo from Platform 9¾  to Grimmauld Place.

“Yes Sirius, I’m fine don’t worry. How are you, are you okay?”

“I’m just fine sweetheart,” He says, giving me a big smile, “Come on let's get you settled and have some dinner.”

Sirius has been as good as a father as I could have ever asked for. He’s my uncle of course, but since he’s been taking care of me since I was a newborn baby, relation titles hardly makes a difference. To him, I’ll always be his daughter, and to me, he’ll always be my father.

My mother decided to hand me over to the first person who would take me the second I was born and with no word of who my father was, Sirius, Remus and the Weasleys have been the only family I’ve had and I’d never ask for anything more.

“When are the others getting here?” I sit on the sofa, playing with my cat Archie while waiting for Sirius to finish cooking dinner.

“Well,” he responds from his place in the kitchen, “the Weasleys, Padfoot and Tonks will be here soon with Hermione, but Moody’s gone to get Harry from Privet Drive, needed to get some things.”

I leave Archie playing with a toy and walk to the kitchen.

“How was school? Get into any trouble?” He wiggles his eyebrows at me playfully as I take a seat on the counter.

I smile before responding, “Some, thanks for the map, by the way, really helped.”

“My pleasure darling. So, have you heard any word from Draco?”

I clear my throat and look down as I answer him, anxiety flooding me and chilling me to the bone as I think of my cousin.

He may be a foul, dirty-mouthed git with bleach-box crusty hair, but he’s my cousin at the end of the day and the only person from my family that I’m close to except for Sirius.

“Uhm, no…not yet.”

“What about that other boy? The one you came here with that one time in fourth year. What was his name…Thaddaeus?”

“Theodore. And no. I haven’t.” At the mention of his name, all my feelings of anxiety and worry vanish, being replaced by the cold feeling of betrayal and hatred.

Sirius holds my hand and gives it a squeeze with a reassuring smile, opening his mouth to say something comforting I’m sure until he’s interrupted by the front door opening.

“Yn!” Hermione laughs as I jump off the counter and give her a big hug, Ron joining in not long after.

“Molly, Arthur, how’ve you been?” Sirius meets them as I meet up with Remus and Tonks coming up behind them.

After Dumbledore’s death, the year at Hogwarts was finished early, leaving students and staff time to mourn his death, but since the threats and close calls from Voldemort, we’d all decided that the Order would move to Grimauld Place along with Harry to keep us all as safe as possible.

I haven’t received word from any of my family or seen any of them, except Sirius, since Draco left on the night of the Yule Ball.

God that night still haunts me.

I shut out any thoughts of that night and Theo and help Sirius serve dinner instead.

“But doesn’t the trace end at seventeen?” Harry speaks up from his place on the table, shaking me out of my daydream.

“It does but with these dark forces controlling the Ministry, we can’t take any chances Harry.” Remus replies, pouring drinks for everyone as I take a seat in between Fred and George.

“Alright Y/n?” They both say in unison.

“Perfect,” I say with a smile, “How’s the shop?”

“Bit slow at first, what with You-Know-Who coming back, but we’ve been picking up a lot. Got about fifty new orders just today!” Fred responds as George shows me a list of orders from his pocket.

“Still don’t understand why I can’t have any discounts.” Ron grumbles from across the table.

Fred and George lean into me, giving me a hug from each side as I laugh at Ron’s sour face, “Those discounts are only for our favoured ones.” George adds.

“Its discriminatory if you ask me.” Ron complains.

“Well, good thing we didn’t ask you, eh brother?” Fred remarks, laughing with me and George.

“Well regardless of anything, all we can be sure of is that Voldemort’s back and he won’t stop at any length to kill you Harry.” Sirius says from the end of the table, Voldemort’s name causing everyones sub-conversations to go quiet.

“Right well,” Mrs Weasley says, breaking the silence, “That’s enough of that, eat up everyone we’ve got a very busy day tomorrow.”

“Ah yes, when’s the wedding Molly?” Tonks says, her hair bubblegum pink.

“Eight pm.” Mrs Weasley says with a smile as we all start to joke around, getting more comfortable from the tense conversation previously.

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“Come on now, up to your rooms the lot of you.” Mrs Weasley shouts from the bottom of the stairs.

“Mum have you seen my toothbrush?!” Ron shouts from the top of the stairs as I walk past Mrs Weasley to the living room to get my reading book, her frustrated huff making me smile.

Picking up my book, I go to leave before I see the one below it.

The blue book.

Tears begin to flood my eyes as I see the letters stuffed into the pages.

Theo’s written to me a few times. Nothing much of material and nothing to which I’ve replied to. He’s written vaguely and as if were the same, as if we were back at school and everything was fine. With the world, with us. Most of the thingshe writes don’t make any sense or are quotes from books he’s recommended me in the past with random bolded words. Things like:

“you can find something truly important in an ordinary minute.” from One More Day.

“i could easily forgive his pride, if he had not mortified mine.” from Pride and Prejudice.

“This is how the girl who couldn't speak and the man who couldn't see fell in love.” from The Blind Assasin.

“There is always something left to love.” from One Hundered Years of Solitude.

“Star child, are you listening? I died that day.” from The Star Child.

“But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world.” from The Little Prince.

I sigh, putting the letter back in their place, turning the lights off downstairs now that everyones gone to bed, and start making my way to my room.

Click.

I freeze in my steps.

What the fuck?

I reach out for my wand, cluthcing it tightly as I walk slowly to the door. The doorknob feels cold as I turn it slowly and I can see my shaky breath in the vapour.

I open the door and see no one.

“Hi Y/n.”

Expelliarmus! I shout in my head, disarming whoever was beside me.

“What’d you do that for?!”

I open my tightly shut eyes and a sharp inhale of breath quickly follows.

“Draco!” I whisper as I hug my cousin tightly. He hesitates at first but hugs back after a moment, tighter than I had.

“Are you okay? I haven’t heard from you in months.” I say, scanning him over. He looks paler and his eyes are duller.

We sit on the steps of the house and I hold onto his hand as he begins to talk.

“Everythings gone to shit Y/n. It’s all so so fucked up. They’re forcing me to do things I wouldn't have ever even imagined. And the others too. We’re all being forced to torture and…and kill innocent people.”

“Have you…”

“Killed someone? No, well almost. A few months ago and it haunts me. Every night.”

His voice wavers and breaks in between his sentences. Tears cloud his eyes and I reach for his head and kean it against my shoulder, letting him sob into me.

I cry with him as I stroke his hair until we finish and sit in comfortable silence.

“Hey, at least your hair’s not that crispy to the touch.” I joke quietly, receiving a laugh from Draco.

Theres a short pause before Draco lifts his head, wipes my tears and says, “Don’t cry. I don’t like seeing you cry.”

“Malfoy’s a big softie now eh? Just wait till I tell everyone at Hogwarts.”

He snickers at my remark and after a pause says,

“He’s not all that well either you know.”

My face hardens at the mention of him. “I don’t care if he’s well or not.”

“Except that you do. He’s sent you letters I hear?”

“Not letters,” I grumble, looking down at the dark pavement, wet from the previous rain, “Short quotes. From those books he used to read to me. They’re usually one sentence and make no sense.”

“Well I suppose he can’t say anything too vague. What with all our letters and things being censored and approved by the Ministry before they’re allowed to be let out.”

“I don’t know. Censored or not, I hate him. And his stupid letters.”

“You might want to give him a chance Y/n,” Draco says standing up to leave, holding out his hand for me to take, “He’s not exactly alright.”

Draco’s words make my stomach turn in on itself, anxiety flooding my heart.

No. He’s a lying git.

“Here,” Draco says, passing me a letter from his pocket, “He made me sneak this to you. I may not get a chance to leave but I will help him. Read the letters he’s sent you again.”

With a final hug and kiss on the cheek, Draco disapparates, leaving me confused by his words.

I go back to my room, seeing Hermione sleeping peacefully on her bed and snuggle into mine.

“Lumos.” I whisper, my wand lighting up as I open the letter.

“Spinners’ end.”

It simply stated.

Read the letters he’s sent you again. I hear Draco’s voice in the back of my mind and conjure my blue book, taking the letters out again and placing them all by each other in order of their arrival.

I stare at them for a few minutes, reading and rereading them again and again before it sticks out to me like a splatter of paint on a white wall.

The bold.

All the letters have a word singled out in bold, I grabbed the quill on my bedside and scribbled down in the front page of the blue book, the only paper I had on hand, each bold word on the letters.

I stare at the mixed up words for a minute, searching my mind for sentence combinations until they make one.

i need to see you star.

And with that, all my defences come crumbling down.

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We entered the blue-lit cafe hesitantly, cautious of our whereabouts. Harry slid into the red booth first on one side, quickly followed by me and Theodore with Hermione and Ron on the other side.

“What about all the people at the wedding?” Harry spoke up, looking around at all of us in worry, “Do you think we should go back?”

“They were after you mate,” Ron said with a shake of his head, “We’d put everyone in danger by going back.”

The moody waitress walks up to our booth, leaning on one leg with headphones in her ears.

“Coffee?” she asks us with a huff, diverting our attention from one another to the menu above the counter.

“A cappuccino please.” Hermione asks politely to which the waitress agrees curtly before asking the rest of us.

“Uhm…what she said,” Ron answers.

“Same,” Harry says.

“Me too.” I nod.

“Yeah, same.” Theo agrees.

She quickly turns around and moves to go back to the kitchen to prepare the five drinks as we quickly return to our plan.

“So, where do we go from here? Leaky Cauldron?” Ron asks as soon as she’s out of sight.

“No, it’s too dangerous.” Hermione shakes her head, “If Voldemort has taken over the ministry then none of the places are safe.”

I look around as everyone debates to try and come up with a game plan and notice the peeling paint on the wall and the dirty coffee machines. But what catches my attention is the two strange burly men who trudge into the cafe. They look around sinisterly and fix their eyes for a moment with us. Theodore seems to catch my gaze, quickly followed by Harry as they both yell “Down!” as the men start shooting spells at us.

“Stupefy!”

“Expulso!”

“Expelliarmus!”

“Petrificus totalus!”

We shoot spells left and right at the two men until finally, they’re unconscious.

The waitress walks out in worry as Hermione yells at her to go, I oblivate her as she walks out the back door in a hurry.

“Lock the door, get the lights,” Harry commands as Hermione and I start to shut down the shop and Ron gathers the lights in his deluminator. Theo walks up beside Harry, both looking down at the man on the floor.

“This one’s name’s Rowle.” Harry speaks up, not taking his eyes off the man, “He was on the astronomy tower the night Snape killed Dumbledore.”

Hermione and I come up behind Theo and Harry as they walk over to join Ron as he says, “This is Dolohov. I recognise him from the wanted posters.”

“What should we do with them?” I ask, looking around at everyone's worried faces.

“They’d kill us if it were the other way round, why don’t we kill them too?” Ron speaks up angrily.

“If we kill them, they’d know we were here,” Theo says, trying to calm Ron down.

Ron shakes his head, turning around to face the rest of us as Hermione warns, “Ron…”

“No, Suppose he did Mad-eye. How’d you feel then?” he snaps.

“It’s better we just wipe their memories,” I say, earning agreeing nods from Theo, Hermione and Harry.

“Fine. Whatever, you’re the boss.” Ron says, thankfully calmer now.

Hermione performs the charms as I open one of the doors so we can leave, and we walk out into the icy breeze of mid-winter London.

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We dodge and push our way through the iconic London underground, dimly lit orange lights paving our way and regular chatter and train railings filling our ears.

“How’d they know where we were anyway?” Harry asks, almost bumping into a lady with a pram and quickly apologising afterwards.

“Maybe you still have the trace on you?” Hermione brainstorms as she pulls Ron from bashing into an elderly couple.

“Can't be. Trace breaks at 17, it's wizarding law.” Harry says shortly, attracting mine and Hermione’s attention.

“What?” he says after Hermione and I gasp.

“We didn’t celebrate your birthday Harry,” I say solemnly. “We’d made a cake, we were going to bring it out at the end of the wedding.”

“Look, guys, honestly, I really appreciate the thought but seeing as we were just nearly killed by death eaters in a muggle cafe…” he dodges a group of small boys running around.

“Right,” Hermione says looking ahead, “Priorities.”

I smile, looking at Ron, remembering the thing he’d said in first year about Hermione needing to get her priorities straight before two strong arms pull me towards them. I look up as we keep walking and Theo releases me from his hold, I give him a questioning look as he points behind him to a woman running away in a hurry, whom Theo had avoided me from colliding with.

I give him a tight smile and mutter thanks before linking arms with Hermione and walking faster than the boys, thinking about where we were going to go from here.

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“Hermione what’s for dinner?!” Ron yells across the huge tent from his room.

Hermione rolls her eyes and shouts back, “Soup!” as I laugh next to her, making tea and coffee for all of us. The tent is surprisingly comfortable with lots of room to move around and quite a relaxing ambiance which is useful for our constant nerves.

I pass Hermione her tea and carry the other cups to the living room where Harry and Theodore are, sitting on the sofas going over the plans for the next few weeks and trying to work out where the other horcruxes may be. Ron’s in his room trying to put his clothes away which is a first.

I take my cup of coffee from the table as the boys take theirs and sit in the armchair with the book Dumbledore gave her, reading it and re-reading it again and again as the night goes on. Harry and Theo’s conversations drone out as Hermione’s soup brings rest and my eyelids fall heavy.

I stir awake slightly when I feel Theo carry me to my room; I peek an eye at him as he takes my shoes off for me and tucks me in. He goes behind me and undoes my hair, brushing it gently and loosely attempting to braid it before pecking me on the cheek gently and leaving as quietly as he could.

The next morning I walk down to the kitchen to find Theo making breakfast for everyone. We haven’t spoken properly since last night at the wedding and even that conversation was cut short. He looks up at me with his watercolour eyes and flashes a soft smile which I return. I take a seat on one of the counters as he works, flipping pancakes and spreading nutella on others. He has soft music playing on the radio which helps make the silence less awkward. I decide to break it as I joke, “Since when did you learn to make pancakes?”

He looks up at me with a grin and looks back down to his pancake as he responds, “Since the day you told me you liked them.”

His response leaves me stunned and I look down thinking back to one of our morning study sessions in the library when I complained about how much I’d rather be eating a massive stack of pancakes at that moment rather than studying. He’d joked back to me with a sly smirk, ‘Is it so bad to be studying with me?’ to which I had responded by kissing him.

“Here.” His deep voice breaks me from my thoughts as I look down and see him with a plate of pancakes for me with my favourite toppings. The gesture floods me with nothing but bliss and I accept the plate, jumping down from the counter and giving him a soft kiss on the cheek. I smirk as his neck reddens and he shoves me away jokingly to eat my food.

“So,” I start as we both sit next to one another on the large sofas, each nursing a plate of pancakes and a cup of coffee.

“So,” He responds, “Do you want some maple syrup?”

“Ew no, maple syrup with nutella? Theo are you mad, I’m not Ron.” I laugh as he joins in.

“What?” I say, noticing him falling quiet after a moment and staring at me.

“You called me Theo.” He says plainly with a slight grin, making me blush profusely.

Even though his leaving was heartbreaking for me, the fact that he came back and is trying to do better means the world to me. I thought I may have liked him before in Hogwarts, but reading all those letters he’d sent me day after day with no reciprocated response and seeing how gentle he had been with me these past few days and seeing him sitting across from me now laughing about another stupid joke I made had made me realise I’m falling for him. Hard.

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listen...

guys, ok so. i've been sick literally all week like i havent gone to school at all (hallelujah) and i can barley stand up and im on antibiotics BUT i thought this week was like the perfect time to write part eleven and onwards of mastermind bc like im literally on my deathbed so why not.

but your girl has absolutely no ideas🤡😘🙌

like none. at all. nada.

like ive gotten started but i have nothing to go forward like im in a fat slump and idk what to write so i was thinking of starting another series (ill talk about that in another post) and im not going to be putting this one on hold or just stop it or anything bc ik it sucks when that happens and i hate it sm so im not going to do any of that but i really really really need some requests on what to do w the series like guys im completely drawing blank and i honestly just need a few prompts or events that YOU want to happen and i'll write them.

so yeah bottom line is please send me some ideas/requests with what to do w mastermind bc for now y/n and theodore are stuck in the middle of nowhere w no plan going forward😍😋🙏🙏

anyways MUWAH love you pookies dont forget to stream frank oceans entire discography for clear skin😘🙌🙌

girlllllll... chapter eleven WHEN😭😭😭

guys i’m genuinly so sorry for this like💔💔

i have public exams from may-july (kms) but i’m trying so hard to keep writing mastermind and hopefully something should be out today or tomorrow or smth im just not sure how to end it or when but it’s fine ill figure it out

ps. i also have smth new in the works to distract myself from my crippling grades so keep an eye out for that (both the new thing and my downfall)😍🙏🏽

heyy…hi..how y’all doing….🤡🤡

no listen i genuinly owe you guys the FATTEST apology ever like pls im so sorry i haven’t uploaded since like OCTOBER last year….

it’s june..

anyways good news is, i only have one more week left of gcses (thank God, im so sick of this) and i finish my last exam on june 14th🥳🤪🫦🎀✨🙌👥😘⁉️😂💯🇮🇹‼️

which means i’ll be uploading on the “regular” again‼️‼️‼️

anywyas for now like until next friday i did write a bit for chapter 11 and like its fine to read by itself but its not a massive chapter it’s quite short so do you guys want to read it now or shall i just add chapter 12 in it too and make it proper long?

pls lmk and remember to drink water‼️‼️ (pls also pray for my exams im so terrified rn😂🔫)