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why do you tag stuff as x reader if you’re just using an oc?

no hate, just please tag properly❤️

i just noticed this mistake, so sorry about that !!

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Winning Her Heart a Theodore Nott x oc

I watched as Theodore sat across from me, his eyes flicking over the paper with a smirk that suggested he was enjoying this far too much. The corners of his mouth curved upwards, and for a moment, he seemed positively thrilled-an emotion I never thought I'd witness from him. His expression was almost infectious, but I quickly squashed any flicker of curiosity. He had despised me for as long as I could remember, so what had suddenly changed his opinion?

My thoughts spiraled as he took a seat next to me, his mere presence igniting a confusing mix of annoyance and curiosity that I couldn't quite shake. The air between us felt charged, as if an unspoken tension had settled into the space surrounding our desks.

"Hi, love," he muttered, his tone casual and teasing, as if he had the right to address me like that.

"That's not my name," I replied sternly, trying to assert myself against the wave of warmth creeping up my neck. "Call me Ivy." I wanted to sound commanding, but my voice faltered slightly under the weight of his gaze, and I cursed myself for it.

"Hm, what's with the attitude, love?" he shot back, that infuriating smirk still plastered on his face. I glared at him, my irritation flaring like a lit match in a dark room.

"Okay, how about Ives?" The suggestion caught me off guard, and my cheeks flushed. It was better than "love," but it felt oddly intimate coming from him. The classroom was stifling, a constant reminder of how uncomfortable this situation was, and I hated how much I wanted to understand him.

As we settled into our seats, the teacher's voice cut through my thoughts. "For the rest of the period, I'd like you to converse with your partner and get to know each other."

Oh great, this is going to be torture. I braced myself for the inevitable awkwardness that would follow.

"I'm Theodore, but my friends call me Theo," he started, leaning back in his chair with an air of nonchalance that suggested he was completely at ease. "I like Quidditch, I don't like chocolate, and I prefer sour sweets. I have no siblings-just me and my dad. I actually care about my grades, and I don't care about stupid blood statuses or which Hogwarts house you're in."

As I scribbled down his words in my notebook, a flicker of optimism began to stir within me. Maybe he wasn't as unbearable as I had thought. This could be an unexpected opportunity to make a new friend. If I gave him a chance, perhaps he wouldn't be as bad as everyone claimed.

"Your turn," he prompted, snapping me back to the present, his expression curious and slightly challenging.

"Oh, um, I'm Ivy, but my friends call me Ives," I stammered, caught off guard by his sudden interest. "I like cheerleading, the color pink, and cats. I absolutely love chocolate. I have a sister-it's just me, my mom, and my sister at home. I'm a Slytherin, but everyone says I belong in Hufflepuff. I don't believe that, though. I like to write, and honestly, I'm not sure how I'm considered 'popular.' I'm a total book nerd, especially when it comes to romance novels."

I noticed him scribbling notes as I spoke, a faint furrow appearing between his brows, as if he were trying to reconcile what I was saying with the version of me he thought he knew.

"Romance is shitty," he declared bluntly, cutting through my thoughts like a knife.

"That's your opinion," I shot back defensively, my irritation flaring again.

"No, it's not. Anyone with over five working brain cells could tell you romance is a total crock of shit. It's an unrealistic fairy tale designed to get people's hopes up. Everyone always leaves or dies in the end. Romance is just...shitty." His stern expression left little room for debate, and I could feel my defenses rising.

"Okay," I muttered, my mind racing with ideas for a future project. This could actually be fun, even if he was insufferable.

"Absolutely fucking not," he said with finality, cutting through my hopeful thoughts.

"Please, Theodore! It'll help you understand me better. Plus, I'll read anything you want me to," I urged, desperate to persuade him, my eyes wide with sincerity.

He scoffed, clearly unconvinced. "Meet me at the library after class, and don't tell a single soul you convinced me of this, or you'll regret it." His tone was serious, but I caught a hint of amusement in his eyes.

As class ended, I practically raced to the library, excitement bubbling inside me, mixing with nerves. I spotted Theo browsing the thriller section, and my heart sank at the thought of what he might choose. With my luck, I'd end up stuck with something by Stephen King or another horror author, and the idea made my stomach churn.

Determined, I made my way to the romance section, scanning the titles for my all-time favorite book. If Theo gave it a chance, he might actually enjoy it. After what felt like an eternity of searching, I finally found it: *Pride and Prejudice*. With a sense of accomplishment swelling within me, I picked it up and made my way over to him, my heart racing with anticipation.

But as I approached, I saw what he had in his hand.

*The Shining*.

You've got to be kidding me.

A grin spread across his face as he handed me the book, his excitement visible. He looked almost joyful, which was a sight I had never associated with him before. "Have fun, Theo," I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes as I passed him my selection.

"Oh, I will, Ives," he replied, a glimmer of mischief sparking in his usually cold, dead gray eyes.

Quickly, I turned away from him, my heart racing as I made my way back to the dormitories. What had I gotten myself into? I couldn't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, this bizarre arrangement would lead to something unexpected. That's just my overactive imagination talking- nothing could happen- nothing would happen, ever. And that was that.

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Winning Her Heart. A Theodore Nott x oc

As I blink my eyes open, a wave of dizziness washes over me. Last night feels like a distant dream, and the aftereffects of the party still cling to me like an unwelcome shadow.

 I can already hear the whispers echoing through the halls: "Ivy Bennett is a virgin!" So what? I'm fifteen. Honestly, it's more of an accomplishment than anything else.

Ignoring the nausea swirling at my feet, I pull on my clothes, bracing myself for a full day of classes.

Entering the Great Hall, the atmosphere shifts. It's as if all eyes are trained on me, their stares heavy with judgment. I must be overthinking it. I slide into my usual seat next to Pansy, trying to project nonchalance. "I'm never letting you drag me to a party again," I declare, my voice firm.

"You said that last time," she chuckles, her amusement clear.

"Yeah, but last time I wasn't publicly humiliated," I retort, annoyance creeping into my tone.

"If it helps, Theodore broke up with Astoria in front of everyone. That's kind of the talk of the school now. Everyone's forgotten about your little mishap," she offers, a hint of sympathy in her eyes. It eases my frustration, just a bit.

"I haven't forgotten," a familiar voice interrupts.

Theodore Nott. Great.

"Oh, what a lovely surprise," I manage, my words dripping with sarcasm.

"Hi, Ivy," he replies softly, an unexpected calmness in his gaze. Why is he so unfazed?

"Hi, Theodore," I exhale, a mix of irritation and curiosity swirling inside me. "So about that—"

But before I can finish, the bell rings, cutting off our conversation. I turn away, my mind racing. Why does he care if I'm a virgin?

In Defense Against the Dark Arts, I slide into my seat next to Pansy, trying to shake off the encounter. The teacher stands at the front, her voice ringing with excitement.

"For the next few months, we'll be doing something different—something that has nothing to do with this class. You'll be paired with someone and write about what you learn about them over the course of these weeks."

"Great, human interaction," I mutter to Pansy, rolling my eyes.

"Please come up to my desk to find out who you're paired with and sit next to them," she continues, beaming.

I push through the crowd, scanning the names on the paper. There are a few familiar ones:

Greengrass—Granger

Potter—Weasley

Parkinson—Zabini

Bennett—Nott.

You're joking, right?

My heart sinks. This is going to be a nightmare.

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Winning Her Heart. A Theodore Nott x oc.

I don't even know how I let Pansy talk me into this party. I should be studying.

As I walk over to the drinks table, I decide to try the punch. I quickly spit it out; it has an overpowering taste of vodka. "fucking nasty," I mutter under my breath. Trying to get the taste out of my mouth.

Suddenly, Pansy grabs my arm, yanking me away from the drinks. She pulls me toward a circle of people sprawled on the couch.

"Let's play truth or dare!" Astoria slurs, her enthusiasm echos.

This should be interesting.

Raeven goes first, asking Theodore a question, then it's Astoria's turn. "Hmmm, Ivy, you've been quiet. Truth or dare?"

"Truth." The laughter that follows feels like a chorus of judgment, and I hear a few protests urging me to choose dare instead.

"Is it true you're the only virgin in our year?" The room goes silent, the question hanging in the air like a weight. I feel their eyes burning into me, each stare hits like a knife. A lump forms in my throat, and my vision blurs as I fight to hold back tears.

"Fuck this." I stand abruptly, the laughter and chatter fading into a distant hum as I flee upstairs, not caring whose room I enter.

I burst into the nearest dorm, inhaling a mix of stale cigarettes and expensive cologne. The realization hits me like a splash of water: I'm in Theodore Nott's room.

If there's one word to describe Theodore Nott, it's "whore." He sleeps around, leaving hearts broken. I can't help but feel a twinge of pity for Astoria.

Suddenly, the door swings open. "What are you doing in here?" Theo asks, his tone surprisingly soft.

"Oh, um, I just—" I stammer, my composure slipping away.

"Thanks for the explanation. Now get out," he says, irritation lacing his words.

"Wait," he interrupts, a smirk creeping onto his face. "About that question from earlier..."

"Oh, it was nothing," I manage to mutter, desperate to dismiss it.

"I could fix your little problem," he says, leaning against the doorframe, eyes glinting with mischief.

My heart races as I wonder what he means. My brain screams to leave, but my heart is mercifully intrigued.

Part 2 soon !!

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Theodore Nott Headcanons

Mysterious Aura: Theodore has a naturally enigmatic presence, often drawing people in with his quiet intensity and thoughtful demeanour

Loves Literature: He’s a bookworm, often found in the library reading classic literature or exploring the dark arts. He appreciates the depth of character and plot.

Loyal Friend: While he may appear aloof, Theodore is fiercely loyal to his close friends and will go to great lengths to protect them.

Keen Observer: He notices the little details about people, often picking up on their emotions and unspoken thoughts, making him a great listener.

Witty Sense of Humor: Theodore has a dry, sarcastic sense of humor that can catch people off guard, often lightening tense situations.

Slytherin Pride: He takes pride in his Slytherin heritage but is not blinded by house rivalry; he values intelligence and ambition over blood status.

Soft Spot for Animals: He has a secret love for animals, especially snakes, and often finds comfort in their presence.

Upbringing: His upbringing is complicated, and he often grapples with the expectations placed on him due to his family’s history.

Romantic at Heart: Deep down, Theodore is a hopeless romantic who values meaningful connections, despite his tough exterior.

Thank you for reading !

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Warmth Between Pages

The evening was cool, a chill creeping through the corridors of Hogwarts as you made your way to the Slytherin common room. You pushed open the door and found Theodore Nott sprawled on the couch, a thick book resting on his lap, but his attention was elsewhere—lost in thought, his dark hair tousled.

“Hey,” you greeted, a smile breaking through the dim light.

He looked up, a smile creeping onto his face. “Hey there. Want to join me?”

You settled onto the couch beside him, the warmth of the fire flickering nearby. The smell of parchment and ink lingered in the air, creating a cozy atmosphere. You leaned against him, feeling the tension of the day melt away.

“What are you reading?” you asked, glancing at the book.

“It’s just something for Potions,” he replied, but his tone suggested it was more of a distraction than anything else.

You shifted closer, your head resting against his shoulder. He looked down at you, his expression softening. “You’re distracting me again.”

You chuckled, nudging him playfully. “I can’t help it. It’s just so comfortable here.”

He turned slightly, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you in closer. You felt the warmth radiating from him, a perfect contrast to the cool air. His heartbeat was steady, and it soothed you.

As the minutes passed, you both fell into a comfortable silence, occasionally exchanging glances. Theodore’s fingers absentmindedly traced patterns on your arm, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Do you ever just want to escape?” he asked quietly, breaking the stillness.

“Sometimes,” you admitted, looking up at him. “But not now. I like it here with you.”

His gaze softened, and he leaned down, brushing his lips against your forehead. “Me too.”

The flickering flames cast gentle shadows on the walls, creating a cocoon of intimacy around you. You closed your eyes, savoring the moment, feeling safe and content.

“Promise we can do this more often?” you whispered.

“Always,” he replied, his voice low and reassuring.

You both sank deeper into the warmth of the couch, the outside world fading away, leaving just the two of you wrapped in comfort and quiet understanding.