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You belong with her me~ T.N x Reader

Summary: Theodore Nott, a type of guy every first years would try to stay away from and a guy who would make girls fall to their knees to get his attention. But y/n was different~ she genuinely whole heartedly liked him. Not for his looks or popularity, its just for him and for himself alone. She doesn't wear heavy makeup to get his attention, infact she doesn't do anything at all to get his attention. Its all in her heart. But how will Theodore notice her if she didn't even try?

Warnings: Singer!Reader, Slytherin!Reader, angst, fluff, swearing!T.N. lmk if I missed any.

please be nice as this is my first writing in Tumblr! And I dont own any of the pictures

Inspired by Taylor Swift's You belong with me song from Fearless album. 😊

It's the fourth year and the yule ball is coming within a week. And y/n hasn't got a date... yet.

"Common y/n! Go ask that cute guy out! You need someone after all" Pancy cheers you on, as you and her stand in the hallway and shamelessly look up on a Durmstrang boy.

"No! I have someone else in mind." You say.

"Oh thats what you said ever since... i dont know!" She mutters under her breath, "Say it! Tell me who is it? After all I'm your best friend ever since I sat beside you in Hogwarts Express three years ago!" She pressed on.

"Unfortunately," you say smiling nudging her a little, just to see how annoyed Pancy gets.

"I can see what our friendship means to you now. Good-bye!" She scoffs and turns and walks away. You laugh at your friend, as you know what she said is not true and within an hour or so she would come back running to you.

You decide to walk the other way. As you reach a turn you hear someone say- well shout. "NEVER! Not you Alexjandra! Now let me go!"

Theodore Nott. You quickly realize. You have known him for four years now after all. You take a quick look on what was happening there. It was him with Alexjandra Marlowe, a fellow Slytherin. Who was grabbing his arms. You felt your stomach was pulling you in: jealousy, you understood. You turned away realizing it would hurt you more, the more you look at them. But your legs refused to walk away from there and held you on.

"Aww, bunny! I'm your girlfriend, your supposed to take me with you to the yule ball!" She whined desperately. You tried your best to not laugh at her calling him 'bunny'.

"Girlfriend then! NOT ANYMORE!" He said in a voice that sent shivers down your spine and shrugged her hands off.

You felt a sweet feeling inside your mouth, happiness, you knew it. Your happy because he is breaking up with her. He deserves someone better... someone like you who will love him for his inner self.

You knew it wasn't a best idea to linger on. You heard footsteps marching towards you. THEY WERE COMING TOWARDS YOU! RUN! But you didn't. You know curiosity is going to kill the cat-

"What are you doing here?" Theodore demanded. "Spying on something your not supposed to hear!" It wasn't a question.

"I-I..." you gulped. You know he knows, why should you tell. "I'm sorry I was just walking towards my dorm and-"

A very bad lie.

He smirked "if thats the case, slytherin dorm is not here"

"well i wanted to take the long way around!" You say quickly, "I'm sorry-"

"That you stayed and decided to hear what we were saying?" He asked eyebrows raised.

You shake your head no. "I should probably get going" You turn to leave.

"You heard everything which I didn't want people to hear" he said.

"You didn't want people to know who you were dating? Well in that case everyone does!" You bursted out you voice cracking a little. shit.

He raises his eyebrows amused at your outburst. He shakes his head. "You have a price to pay." He says. Ok this is never good. You thought. But he surprised you by saying;

"Will you go to the yule ball with me?" He asked simply as if its the simplest thing a person would ask, but he failed to know how much it meant to you. I've been waiting for you to say that, you were about to say if you had let your guard loose.

"I'm not asking because I'm romantically or sexually interested in you," he continues, which puts a FULLSTOP at all your wild expectations that were running in your head. "It's because I want Alexa- Alexjandra fucking off my back! That clingy b#tch"

You stood silent. It's an excuse to look at him - After all Pancy taught you well. You stood and listened to him, in the same time studying his features, for the first time, at close quarters.

"I wanted to ask it to any girl I meet next, but seems like the lucky girl is you" he says. You feel the blood rush into your cheeks and quickly turn away.

"Well- I was searching for a handsome man myself- someone from Durmstrang to ask them out to the yule ball" You let him know, as you didnt want him thinking you felt him handsome. "Well seems like the lucky man is you" you say half smiling unsure if he would take the drift.

He smiles at you. "Well lucky me!" He laughs, as your heart melts. You smile as if you have achieved something, by making him laugh. "So... I will take that as a yes?"

You nod. 'I wouldn't want anything more than you', you thought.

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To be continued...

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Chapter 2 ~ A thousand memories"

See My Cp1 => Intro first!

Warnings: Cursing a lil. Pg 16

~Morning room in the Rodríguez garden house.~

His walk was steady, elegant and filled with power and showed purity of his royal blood. Mr. Bond sat there watching is long forgotten friend. When Alvaro approached him closer, he stood up and extended his hands to him.

Alvaro’s POV

He extended his hands to me, but I didn’t take it. I sat in the opposite chair and told him to sit too. Daren looks like he is a year or so older than me and I know what I’m doing is disrespectful. “Tell me- Mr. Bond” I said formally. “What made you come here?” Daren left out a laugh. “It’s a surprise you didn’t forget me Alvaro” I pursed my lips tight. “Anyway lets come to the topic shall we?” he started,

“I’m here to collect my debt from you Mr. Rodríguez”

“What debt?” I asked. My legs shifted involuntarily. Daren left out a hefty laugh. “If you have well- forgot” He pressed on the “forgot’, “I will take you back to ten years from now, April twentieth two thousand and one” he paused, studying me if I have got any memory of the past; as if it was mine.

“well you seem not to recall” He said slightly frowning. “You asked me to lend you a sum of ten thousand pounds Alvaro. Did you really forget that?” He said narrowing his eyes. My jaws nearly dropped but I quickly closed it.

“Remember Alvaro… the amount you asked me when you failed to repay the tax for your BMW and that you can’t ask your dad” he pressed on. I pretended to be deep in thought. But he continued, “I am surprised Alvaro! Is this someone else in your disguise? We have been friends since kinder Al… Its shocking that you totally forgot me in these eight years” My heart pricked at hearing this.

Think Alvaro. I thought. Who is he… who was he to him’? Slightly losing my guard. I remembered. I say keeping my voice less suspicious. “How was Sydney Aren?”

“Ah finally Al!” He hugged me and I gave a brotherly pat in his back. “I worried you totally forgot me man!” I gave a smirk. “How can I forget?” Easier than I thought it would be.

“I didn’t come here all the way from Sydney, asking for my money back man! I came to look how you are doing!” what a relief to hear that. “Yeah! That’s great, thanks!” He expected me to say more, but when I looked at his face he wore a grave expression. He scoffed, “Your not Alvaro Rodríguez are you?” He asked his arms relaxed in the chair. My jaws tensed and I tried to keep myself cool. “What do you mean?” I say.

“Whoever you are, your really good at acting” He smirked nodding. “Daren!” I warned, losing my temper. “But not really great with emotions” He spat at the ground. “I was not even your friend fake’ Alvaro, I was Alvaro’s greatest bully during school ages but we became business partners and friends eventually when we both joined the same company” He laughed. “Sydney? I left London to Slovakia! The only thing you told correct so far is Aren- yes Alvaro called me Aren because it matched with Ares, god of war- he always calls me that whenever I lost my temper… As you are doing now” He laughed.

“Daren-“

“I don’t know who you are, but you stole Alvaro’s identity… I came here knowing this. I saw you in ‘The Guardian’ and one thing made me think your not Alvaro, because- In that picture took by the press, when I magnified it I saw one peculiar mistake which would send you behind bars if the public gets to know it too.

“your eyes were green other than the blue it should be” shit, I forgot to wear my contact lenses that day. “The one feature which makes Alvaro stand out from the rest; his striking blue eyes, seemed you forgot that” I glared at him, anger arising from every part of me. But I didn’t stop him- because it is the truth…

“I thought it might be the poor lighting or something that made the eyes change color, when the photo was taken. But no. As an expert Art director. My assumption was wrong, it wasn’t photoshopped either, it is your’ real eye color. So this states you’re not Alvaro”

“so that’s what you interpret right? That I’m not Alvaro, I am not. Why didn’t you tell the police even before coming and confronting me?” I say keeping my voice low.

“Because,” he stated. “I wanted to know who you are, and why the heck are you doing this. I am not really a big friend of Alvaro but I need to do this for him, for our three year friendship.” I laughed till my stomach ached. I stopped and became serious. “Being a friend of him for just three years, you are ready to do this for him. But as his brother you expect me to be any different from you… friend?”

He gave me a confused look. I open my eyes wide and take out the contact lenses to reveal my green eyes. “I’m Brandon Rodríguez Nice to meet you!” I extend my arms at him. Now this time, he didn’t take it. I shrugged and continued to smirk at him. “But that’s impossible! Brandon died! Like eight years ago!”

“Brandon has green eyes, I have green eyes too. Doesn’t it prove that, I’m Brandon?”

“You could be anyone with green eyes!”

“Hah! We are… twins, if you didn’t know that”

“so- If your Brandon… then who died?” He asked. My body tensed up. I can’t say this. Never! To anyone.

“I can’t say this” I say childishly.

“You need to Alva- Brandon. You faked to be Alvaro for a past ten years! You also fooled Alvaro’s girlfriend; Adelaide into marrying you! Now SPEAK UP”

“Don’t you dare raise your voice at me filth” I grit my teeth. “Then I’m telling the cops-“ he says. “I don’t care!” I spat

'“I’ll tell Adelaide- oh that poor girl, doesn’t know what’s going on.” He walks to the house. “Daren! DAREN! Don’t you dare-“ I scream. I make attention, as the nearby guards turn to our side. Without even turning to look back at me, he kept on walking to the house. “Fine!” I give in. “I’ll tell, now come back here!” He stopped and turned to look at me. He took heavy steps towards me. “Tell Brandon” I’ll regret myself for telling this to him, but for a person already knowing so much about me. It doesn’t make any difference. And he does seems to have been a true friend of Alvaro.'

“I’ll tell Adelaide- oh that poor girl, doesn’t know what’s going on.” He walks to the house. “Daren! DAREN! Don’t you dare-“ I scream. I make attention, as the nearby guards turn to our side. Without even turning to look back at me, he kept on walking to the house. “Fine!” I give in. “I’ll tell, now come back here!” He stopped and turned to look at me. He took heavy steps towards me. “Tell Brandon” I’ll regret myself for telling this to him, but for a person already knowing so much about me. It doesn’t make any difference. And he does seems to have been a true friend of Alvaro.

“Eight years ago… Brandon didn’t die, Alvaro was the one who actually died…"

Autors note~

A cliffhanger, isn't it? All rights reserved..

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Chapter 1 ~ A Thousand Memories ~

Warnings: Shouting. ~none~ pg. 16

~In la mansión de Rodríguez~

Sean: Papa! See this!

Alison: oh no you won’t! I’ll show that to papa first!

Connor: Not if I have already showed it!

The three Rodríguez were fighting over who will show their brand new handmade puppet to their father. And Connor being the eldest has got his plans ahead.

Allison: you did what?

Sean (hurt): you spoiled the whole surprise!

Connor simply shrugged

Connor: Its not like he liked it anyway.

Alison frowned, being the second eldest in the three brothers, he hated it if anyone hurts Sean’s feelings. Sean is the youngest of them all and the most emotional one too. Sean sat in the ground curled into a ball. His head laid on his knees. Connor lied of course, but Sean won’t understand that.

Sean: (whining) : Papa doesn’t like it.

Alison curled his palms into a fist, ready to punch Connor’s cheek. He wasn’t afraid, after all Connor was just seven minutes older than him. But he didn’t.

Alison: Wait till mama knows!

Now he caught Connor off guard. A mama’s son wouldn’t like that. He yelped at Alison to stop, but Alison had already made a run to the kitchen.

Alison: Mama! Connor started to bully Sean again!

Connor: What! No!

Adelaide (turns to see the two boys): Boys! There is not even one day that you two aren’t fighting. Papa is having work in home right? Don’t make noises and make him angry at you- And Connor holiday doesn’t mean you get to have a break from homework. Now, you two go do you homework.

POV => Adelaide

I wait and see Ali and Connor leaving the kitchen, disappointed. I turn back to chop the vegetables. Only to meet a pair of two dazzling blue eyes looking at me. “Darling” I exclaim, “has the work finished so early?” I ask to get no reply. He walks closer and was soon in front of me, his face was just inches apart from mine. I flushed a bright scarlet. I turned my head to the side, my neck totally exposed to him. Alvaro bent his head low, his chin brushed my collarbone. His breath sent tingles down my skin making my hair stand. His cologne was strong and pierced my nose making me go dreamy. I caught my breath hoping we would make some love. But to my disappointment he backed a feet away.

“Did you take bath Addie?” He asked, as his eyes strolled down my night drees, it was made by pure white silk. “Not yet…” I trailed, “I will soon, I was just helping Mary with the vegetables” I say.

“How many times have I told you Addie? Mary is a cook and it’s her job to look after cooking, you don’t need to help” he said keeping his voice low so the servants cant hear. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t give her an extra hand” I protested. Alvaro sighed. “Fine then” he said sternly, this-Alvaro always sent shivers down my spine. His cold tone, its just his work issues. As so I assume to myself.

Narrator =>POV

Alvaro is the CEO of Artic wolves, Inc. Being a wife of a Billionaire isn’t always easy, especially if you come from a middle class background. It has been eight years since their marriage, eight years living in a mansion, but still she isn’t used with all this royal living. Whenever she sees a servant doing any work (they are supposed to do) her hands go for helping them. Her life changed, her home changed, in fact she has her own villa gifted from Alvaro just for her in their fifth anniversary, she has got three lovable sons and another one is growing inside her. But one thing hasn’t ever changed and that is the love for Alvaro.

Back to Adelaide’s POV

Alvaro’s eyes landed on my small emerging bump. “Fine, help them- do as you wish!” he says, gently touching the bump with his palms. He then looks above to meet my eyes. “But, give it a break, at least till your pregnant” I smile at his concern. I nodded, “okay” I mumble, my eyes fixated on his blue ones. He turns his attention to the bump, and he kneels down to the ground. “I want her to look just like her mama” He says kissing my bump. “Her?” I question.

“Yes” he said looking at me. “You know I want it to be a she” He told seriously. “Your wish will be granted!” I giggle. But Alvaro became serious when it came to baby-talks. When our first children; Connor and Alison were born, Al was really happy. But since my first delivery, he would always say he wished it was twin girls or at least one of them to be a girl. Like he reminded me always. Which personally pissed me off, as they are our kids and we have one duty and that’s to give them one thing in abundance, which is love and affection.

Then, on my second delivery Sean was born. Alvaro wasn’t really happy with that, he literally crashed a vase! I didn’t know what made him so angry to do that and also I was forbidden to ask the reason behind his anger. But it didn’t matter until he didn’t differentiate my boys. Our boys. I always fear he would though, but they are his children too and he is always giving his love and affection to them. So I should burry my crazily stupid worries deep down my brain. He didn’t stop there though, he wanted one more child. A girl. Desperately.

“Addie” He stood back on his feet and cupped both of my cheeks in his palms. I blushed at him being so romantic, this is the Alvaro I fell in love eleven years ago. Mad once, Romantic next. I thought he would say something lovely, rather he pulled me into a hug. He kept a centimeter gap between us in order not to squeeze the baby. “I love you Addie” he whispered, moving his thumb in circles on my neck. We pulled away quickly as the door opened.

Narrator=> POV

Alvaro: Craig! What did I say about not coming into rooms you’re not supposed to?

Alvaro roared. Adelaide took a sudden step aback, surprised by his outbreak. This was unnecessary anger, she laid her palm on his chest and soothed her husband. And that worked, it always did. Craig, their only servant who was allowed inside the house, shivered at his master’s rage. Alvaro in a much lower voice now said.

Alvaro: What do you want Craig?

Craig: I’m sorry to disturb you sir. You have a visitor -

Alvaro: I have no time for visitors Craig, send him away.

Craig: But he persists on seeing you sir. He says he won’t leave till he sees you.

Alvaro: Who is he in the first place?

Craig: He claims to be Mr. Daren Bond.

Alvaro looked shocked, he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

Alvaro: Did he tell the reason for his visit?

Craig: Not exactly sir- shall I tell him to come another day?

Alvaro: No! Tell him to wait in the garden. I’ll be there soon.

Craig: I’ll tell him sir.

Saying so Craig turned his back at both the Rodríguez and left the kitchen. Leaving Adelaide and Alvaro alone. Alvaro seemed to be busy in thought when his wife distracted him.

Adelaide: Is everything okay Al?

Alvaro turned to look at his wife and smiled , ‘Al?’ that’s how she used to call him' when he was in high school. His smile slightly dropped.

Alvaro: Nothing to worry Addie… I’ll be back in a couple of minutes.

Adelaide sighed, work. She knew he won’t be back anytime less than an hour. He leaned in and kissed her temple and left his wife alone, who was left to drown in her own thoughts.

Authors note~

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A Thousand Memories

~Description~

~"Tell me you love me" she says holding his hands and cupping them with hers. He looks at her eyes unsure, but his heart tells him that he doesn't have a choice. "Tell me Al" she repeats. But he couldn't open his mouth to tell it; to tell the three words, eight letters and one meaning. . . But if he says, will he mean it? "You don't like me" she says as a tear rolls down her beautiful brown eyes. He swallows hard. He has to say it, for her sake. . . for his sake. "I love you more Addie" saying so, he slipped his hands between her waist and pulled her closer to him and pressed his lips against hers.~

Adelaide Marlowe, a shy, miss. imperfect meets Alvaro Rodríguez a nerdy bad boy and a Mr. perfect. They say; 'Love at first sight is not true and won't last long', but this isn't the case for these two love birds. But they also say; 'Once you fall in love nothing can stop you' but this is also not the case for Addie and Al. 💕 Theme songs; ~ Die for you ~ by The Weekend. ~Adelaide~ by Johnny Orlando

~casting~ Main Actors ~ the ones who give life to a story!

Alvaro Mel ~ starring for "Alvaro" and "Brandon" (and yes, my character's are twins) {Alvero is the younger one by 12 min} Alvaro is the male lead.

Xavier Serrano ~ Starring for Caleb. (My bad boy is playing as the antagonist❤️)

And for Adelaide Marlowe ~ Our big female lead! Any Spanish girls (Brunette) would suit....Orrr you could just imagine Adelaide as yourself! I honestly don't mind.

I'm Sorry if you don't like the casting, it's just in my pov. So basically u can imagine anyone!

And if u might arise a qn in ur mind "why I chose Spanish ppl as my story cast?" Its because I LOVE SPAIN! One country I still did not visit... yet!

Side Actors ~They are the base of any story!

Ginevra McDonald (Ginny) ~ Adelaide's bestie.

Miles Malcome (Miles) ~ Adelaide's friend (more like a brother)

~A Small Note~

⚠ The character names used here in this story AND the story script is totally fictional. If the characters names, history, or places used in this story is similar as in real world its purely coincidental and unintentional. The theme songs used in this story are copy write to the respective artists. And images used aren't mine, credits to respective owners.

Warnings: I don't write smut, so this is PURELY Pg 16, as there is some violence. Love Language"s", angst, fluff, fluff and a lot of fluff. Stalking too.

And let me know your thoughts on this! Should I write more?

THANK YOUU!

Yours,

EnidSinclairAddams =)

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"Because at least you were thinking about me" THATS FRKING CUTE. I love THEO smsm and this is one of the best fic I have ever read after a whole year of 2023 .

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS FIC @theostrophywife You made my day ❤️.

shut up kiss me.

pairing: theodore nott x reader

song inspiration: shut up kiss me by angel olsen.

author's note: everyone say thank you to my love @writingsbychlo for fueling my delusions. constantly spamming her with my ideas because i have no self control when it comes to this man. there’s just something about theo fighting that makes me absolutely feral but i’ll hush now before i spoil it 🤭

Theodore. Fucking. Nott. 

Those three words fueled your rampage as you marched across the quidditch pitch. The audacity of that cocky, arrogant, silver tongued Slytherin knew no bounds. For years, you tolerated the pompous prick and the rivalry between you, but today he had finally gone too far. 

You cleared the field in less than a minute, passing by confused players as you angrily seethed. You spotted a shock of familiar platinum blonde hair and walked right up to Draco Malfoy. 

“Where the hell is he?”

He chuckled, perfectly aware of your longstanding enmity with his closest friend. “What’s he done this time?”

“Where. Is. He?” you repeated through gritted teeth. “Don’t make me ask again, Malfoy.” 

The blonde paled several shades when he saw the fire burning in your gaze. “Locker rooms. I wouldn’t go in there, Y/N. They’re still shower—“ Draco sighed as you brushed past him. “Whatever, it’s your funeral.”

The locker rooms were steamy, the heat and humidity clinging to your school uniform as you stalked through the aisles. The Slytherin players startled when they spotted you amongst their midst. 

“Well, well, well,” Mattheo drawled as he leaned against the wall. A towel hung dangerously low on his hips and he smirked when your eyes flickered over his body. “What do we have here? A sweet little Hufflepuff marching straight into the viper’s den.”

“Where the fuck is he, Riddle?”

Mattheo grinned lazily. “You’re going to have to be more specific than that, sweetheart.” 

“You know exactly who I’m talking about. Your arrogant prick of a friend who sent my fucking date to the hospital wing!” 

Before you went to sleep last night, you had done so with a grin on your face after a wonderful date with Alec Stone at the Three Broomsticks, but then you arrived at breakfast this morning with no Alec in sight and the rumor mill rampant with talks of Theo pummeling some poor Ravenclaw in the courtyard. 

You were going to kill him. 

“Sorry, love. Doesn’t ring a bell.” 

You frowned, purposely bumping against Mattheo as you walked further down the dimly lit aisle. In your trail for vengeance, you ran into a very flustered looking Enzo who yelped as he sought to cover his very naked torso. 

“Y/N,” Enzo said, hastily wrapping a towel around his waist. “What are you doing in the locker rooms?”

Behind him, the sound of the shower running echoed against the marble tiles. “Is he in there?”

Berkshire’s face fell. “You heard about the fight?” 

“It wasn’t a fight,” you said angrily. “He pummeled Alec so badly that he’s currently in the hospital wing with a concussion and several broken bones.”

“Just hear him out, okay?” 

Your eyes nearly bugged out of your head. “Hear him out? Your precious Theodore beat the absolute shit out of my date and you want me to hear him out? For what? What reason could Theo possibly have for doing what he did to Alec? He couldn’t stand to see me have fun for two fucking seconds? This is low even for him and you know it, Enzo.”

“You don’t know the whole story, Y/N.” 

“Well then please point me in the right direction so I can hear from the arsehole himself.” 

“He’s in there,” Enzo said, pointing to the shower stalls. “But I’m warning you, Y/N. He’s in a proper foul mood.” 

You huffed. “That makes two of us.” 

The steam from the showers rose up like a malevolent fog, curling around your feet as you stormed through the stalls. You found him in the farthest corner, water trickling down his back as he faced the tiled wall. His body language was tense, like a serpent preparing to strike. A crimson trail swirled against the marble as blood dripped from Theo’s bruised knuckles. The sight of it incensed you. 

“What the hell is wrong with you?” 

Theo whipped his head towards your direction, his dark curls plastered against his cheek. Those watercolor eyes were stormy, the blues and greens flickering with anger as he met your gaze. 

“You shouldn’t be here,” he said dismissively. 

“Bullshit!” You countered, stepping further into the stall. The steam barely covered Theo’s naked form, but you weren’t about to let that deter you from demanding answers. “You owe me a fucking explanation.”

“For what?” 

“For what?” you repeated incredulously. “You beat Alec within an inch of his life and that’s all you have to say for yourself? Honestly Theodore, have you gone absolutely mental?” 

“He deserved it.” 

“Why? Because he took me out on a date? Because you couldn’t stand to let me have this one thing? You absolutely loathe the idea of me being even remotely happy, don’t you?” 

Theo clenched his fists as his jaw twitched in anger. “No. I loathe the idea of that miserable excuse of a human being breathing the same air as you.” 

“So you beat him to a bloody pulp?” 

His voice was cold and icy, cutting through you like glass. “He’s lucky I didn’t do worse.”

“What do you have against Alec?” You moved closer to Theo, closing the gap as you poked his chest. The shower streamed over the both of you, blurring your vision. The water was hot against your skin, but it paled against the heat of your own anger. “What did he ever do to you, Theo?” 

Theo gripped your wrist. You were vaguely aware of his nakedness, but he made no move to hide it and you were too furious to even care. “Don’t say his name. I can’t bear to hear you say it after what he said about you this morning.” 

You stepped backward, flinching. “What—what are you talking about?” 

When you met his gaze, you startled. You’d never seen Theo this angry before. His eyes, which were usually dead and expressionless, burned with a cold sort of fury. 

“I heard him in the courtyard, bragging to his stupid friends. I thought he was just chatting shit, so I kept back. I only came down for a smoke, but then he said your name.” 

The pit in your stomach grew. “What did he say?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. You weren’t sure you wanted to know. Not if he was this angry over it.

“The stupid fucking prick was talking about your date. The dress you wore. The smiles you gave him. The hand holding through Hogsmeade. Then one of his gormless mates asked if he got lucky.” 

You froze at his words as a horrible feeling washed over you. Theo loosened his grip on your wrist, but didn’t let go. 

“Do you know what that sodding idiot said? I will, soon enough. I can tell she’s raring to go.” 

Tears pricked at your eyes. You felt like you were going to be violently sick. 

“And his friends—those miserable fucking wankers started betting on how long it would take. Two dates. Three. A month.” Theo’s hands were shaking, violence spilling over into his veins. “That smug tosser smirked and said he could’ve had you out in the hallway. That’s how eager you were.”

“I barely even touched him!” you said angrily. “I kissed his cheek good night and that was it.” 

“I know,” Theo said, his voice low and rough. “I know you. I knew he was lying, so I fucking lost it. I walked over there and just punched and punched until my knuckles were bloody and bruised and all I could see was red. I wanted to wipe that stupid fucking smirk off his mouth.” 

You could picture Theo putting out his cigarette ever so calmly before walking over to throw the first punch. You’d seen him fight before. He was relentless. Where Mattheo was pure fire and rage, Theo was as cold as ice. There was nothing but lethal calm in those dead eyes as he delivered blow after blow in absolute silence. 

“Eventually, Blaise and Enzo pulled me off of that prick.” He averted his gaze as if remembering the moment. “When his idiot friends finally peeled him off the floor, I spit on the fucker. I told him to consider it a warning. That I’d do a lot worse if I ever heard your name come out of his mouth again. I promised him that a concussion would be the least of his worries if he didn’t stay the fuck away from you.”

The tears fell down your cheeks despite your efforts to keep them in. The anger all but faded from Theo’s eyes as soon as he realized that you were crying. You were so, so stupid. For thinking Alec was a nice guy. For being so giddy after your date only for him to turn around and spit vile lies about you. 

For crying in front of your worst enemy.

The color drained from Theo’s face as you cried into your hands. You felt him shift beside you, debating whether or not to come closer. 

“Don’t,” you said through a broken sob. “Don’t come near me.” 

Theo flinched at your words, looking visibly pained. His voice was soft and soothing when he spoke again. “Tell me how to fix it. Do you want to yell at me? Punch me? Go ahead, love. I can take it.” He sounded desperate. “Just please, please don’t cry.” 

You hugged your arms around your waist and glared at him. “Why do you even care?” 

He paused, fingers flexing at his side as he fought the urge to reach out and comfort you. 

“Because I care about you!” The exasperation in his voice made your chest tighten. “I care that you let that stupid idiot take you on a date to the Three Broomsticks. I care that you fucking smiled at him when he gave you roses even though I know you prefer sunflowers. I care that you kissed him on the cheek when he dropped you off at your dorm.”

You sniffled, utterly perplexed at his words. “I don’t understand. We hate each other!” 

Theo visibly softened, the tension leaving his body. “I could never hate you, Y/N.” He reached for your hand. Your first instinct was to pull away, but you let him trace soothing circles on your skin. “I may tease you. Prank you. Annoy you. But I’ve never hated you.” 

Theo wiped the dried up tears from your cheeks. No fresh tears, which he took as a good sign. “I don’t even think you remember this, but I tried asking you to the Yule Ball in fourth year.” 

The memory surfaced. You were reading by the Black Lake and Theo had asked if you had a date. You said no, to which he promptly asked if he could take you. You left in a huff, thinking that it was just another way to rile you up. 

“I thought you were just trying to get a rise out of me. If I would’ve known…” 

Theo paused. “How could you not know? How could you not see?” 

The rage crashed against you like an errant wave. You didn’t know if you were angry at Theo or yourself, but you exploded either way, unable to keep your emotions under control. 

“Because you never told me, you idiot!”

“I never told you, but I showed you.” He smiled crookedly. “I'm not good with words, obviously. Every time I open my mouth it’s like I say the perfect combination of words to piss you off. So I learned to tell you how I felt through my actions.” 

“Haven’t you ever wondered why your favorite study spot in the library is always free? That’s because I threatened anyone who came near it. Or how you never seem to run out of quills despite the fact that you manage to break one every day from how hard you write? I always replaced them when you weren’t looking.” Your heart clenched at his words. “I even bribed first years to bring you hot chocolate when I knew you were pulling all nighters.” 

You stood there, staring at him. This wasn’t the cocky, arrogant Theo that you knew. He was looking at you so earnestly that it physically hurt how endearing it all was. 

“Why would you let me think that you were an inconsiderate jerk this whole time?” 

Those hypnotizing eyes pierced right through you, filled with a sadness so heavy that you felt it weighing on your chest. 

“Because at least you were thinking of me.”

You swayed gently. The water had long seeped into your bones, making you shiver as all of your clothes stuck to your skin like paper. You were convinced that your body had gone into shock. The range of emotions you were currently experiencing was turbulent to say the least. You stood in stunned silence, just taking it all in. Then the impact of his words hit you all at once. 

Theo watched as your bottom lip trembled. Panic seized him as you began crying again, this time not bothering to hide it from him. “Fuck I’m sorry, Y/N. Please don’t cry.” 

He didn’t know what to do. Should he comfort you? Should he keep his distance? Theo felt like he was doing a rather exceptional job of mucking things up. 

“Why are you saying sorry?” You said between hiccups. “I’m the one who should be apologizing.”

Theo caressed your cheek. So gently. Like he half-expected you to recoil. That only set a fresh wave of tears to spill onto your cheeks. 

“You have nothing to apologize for, love.” 

“Of course I do!” you nearly wailed. “I’ve been horrible to you. I’ve thought the worst of you, but all this time you were doing all these sweet, considerate things and I never even noticed. You should’ve told me, Theo.” 

“I—I didn’t think you’d ever see me that way,” Theo said softly. “It was better to have you hate me and still be part of my life than risking not having you in it at all.” 

Because at least you were thinking of me. 

It was the saddest thing that you’ve ever heard. For years, Theo settled for being your enemy because he’d rather have your hatred and loathing than indifference. He sustained himself on the bare minimum because he thought that was all he deserved. 

“I’m sorry, Theo. I’m so so fucking sorry.” 

Theo was absolutely distressed. “Fuck, look Y/N. Let me just finish up here and get my towel and when I’m dry and slightly less naked then we can talk, okay?” 

You sniffled, wiping your tears away. There was no way you could wait. Not after everything Theo had just told you. Not after everything that he’s been telling you all these years. Theo had literally and figuratively laid himself bare before you. The least you could do was to even the playing field. 

So you unlaced the gold and black tie around your neck. Unbuttoned your blouse and threw it somewhere behind you. Stepped out of your skirt and stared at Theo head on. 

“Oh—Merlin’s beard, what in the hell are you doing, Y/N? Are you trying to send me into cardiac arrest?” 

You shook your head, smiling slightly. Theo was determined to look everywhere but at your very exposed body. You were still in your bra and panties, but the black lace really didn’t leave much to the imagination. Especially when the water clung to every inch of your skin. 

“You were vulnerable with me,” you said simply. “So I’m returning the favor.” 

Theo felt like he was definitely headed for an early grave. He tried to think of something—anything—other than the girl he’s been head over heels for since third year standing naked in front of him.

“Theo,” you said softly. His name had never sounded half as good coming out of anyone else’s mouth. He wanted to bottle the sound. “Can I—can I hug you?” 

He could’ve sworn that his heart had stopped beating. The air had all but left his lungs, deflating his entire body as though he’d fallen off his broom and plummeted through the sky at breakneck speed. 

Theo didn’t recognize his own voice as he said, “Of course you can, Y/N.”

The words were barely out of his mouth before you dashed into his arms, nearly toppling him over from the force of it. You were a tiny little thing, but you were stronger than you looked. He smiled as you wrapped your arms around his neck, standing on your tiptoes as you hugged him. For a minute you and Theo just stood there under the trickling water, holding each other as though you were the only two people alive. 

If this was all the affection you were willing to give him, Theo would’ve been content to hold onto you until you grew tired of him. His slender fingers traced down your spine, drawing soothing circles against your skin as you buried your face in the crook of his neck. You felt safe. Like nothing bad could ever happen as long as you were with him.

You couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt like this. There was just this spark between you. Perhaps that was part of the reason why you had been so angry this morning. 

It hadn’t just been because Theo sent Alec to the hospital wing, which you were now thankful for after hearing all the disgusting things he said about you. It was also because you thought that he had ruined your chance of feeling that rush with someone else. The same rush you got when the two of you were arguing. The same rush that was noticeably missing when you kissed Alec last night. 

Things with Theo had always been electric. You attributed it to mutual loathing, but that wasn’t the full story. Sure he made your blood boil sometimes, but he also made you feel alive. You were terrified to admit it to yourself, which is probably why you said yes to Alec in the first place. 

You sighed as Theo’s fingers tangled through your hair. He gently pulled your head back and looked at you in the most heartbreaking way. 

“Y/N,” he said hoarsely. Theo’s gaze dipped to your mouth as his arm snaked around your waist. “I think I might die if I go one more second without kissing you. Will you please put me out of my misery, love?” 

You couldn’t help but smile. “Gladly.”

Theo held his breath as you pulled him down to you, lips brushing shyly at first. Then you leaned in and kissed him. And he truly and honestly thought that he had died. 

Your lips were soft against his, tasting of strawberries and mint toothpaste. He cupped the back of your head and tilted your chin to deepen the kiss. Before, Theo thought he could’ve sustained himself from a simple hug, but right now, he couldn’t even control himself as he gorged himself on your taste. 

He chuckled when you tried and failed to get on your tiptoes to offset the height difference between you. Theo caressed your cheek and smiled against your mouth. 

“Need some help, love?” 

You nodded before pulling him back down again. This time, the tender kisses turned more heated as he locked your legs around his waist and pressed your back against the wall. You gasped as the cold tile made contact with your bare skin and Theo took the opportunity to slide his tongue against yours. 

Merlin’s beard. Theo kissed with his entire body. There wasn’t an inch of you that wasn’t touching him and the skin to skin contact set your body on fire. You’d kissed other boys before, but they paled in comparison. You couldn’t get enough of Theo. You ran your fingers through his hair. Wrapped your legs more tightly around his waist. Trailed kisses along his jaw and neck and throat. 

Then he fucking moaned. 

It was a low, rumbling sound that sent tremors over your body and shook every fiber of your being like a devastating earthquake. You wanted to hear him make that sound over and over again. 

“Y/N,” Theo said, his forehead dropping to yours. “Before I lose all sense of self, I want to—no—I need to tell you—”

“What is it, Theo?”

“If we do this, then you have to understand what it means to me,” Theo whispered. “I may be terrible with words, but it’s important for me that you hear me when I say this. I want you. Not just physically, but in every sense of the word. I wanted you in third year when you first told me off for being a dick to the first years and I want you now even though you came in here to defend a prick that definitely doesn’t deserve it.” 

“What are you saying, Theo?” 

“I want you to be mine, Y/N.” 

You beamed. “Like, your girlfriend?”

“I don’t think girlfriend is a strong enough word to express how I feel for you, but it’s a start.” He moved the hair out of your face and cradled your cheek. “So yes, I suppose I do want you to be my girlfriend. I want to hold hands with you in the hallways. I want to look up at the stands during my games and see you cheering me on. I want to take you up to the Astronomy Tower and kiss you under the stars.” 

“And you say you’re bad with words,” you teased. “I want to do all those things and more with you, Theodore Nott. Of course I’ll be your girlfriend.” 

“Good, cause you’re mine.” Theo said matter-of-factly, those adorable dimples making an appearance on each cheek. “You were mine even before you knew it.” 

He kissed you again, but this time it was soft and sweet and it filled your stomach with butterflies. Theo no longer felt the need to hoard as much of your affection as he could because you had just given him the ultimate reassurance that he would have plenty of you in the future. 

You sighed contently against him, toying with the curls at the nape of his neck. He shifted, pressing kisses against your neck. Your fingers froze when you felt him stir underneath you. 

“Theo,” you said slowly, biting back a smirk. “Is that what I think it is pressing against my leg?” 

He groaned. “We’re half naked, in the shower, heavily making out, and you just agreed to be my girlfriend. Of course I’m hard.” 

You stifled a laugh. “Theodore Nott, is emotional intimacy turning you on?” 

“Everything about you turns me on.” 

“That’s helpful to know,” you said with a little smirk. “Especially when we're dueling and I’m losing.” 

“Merlin’s beard. My girlfriend’s downright evil.” 

You grinned so hard that your cheeks ached. Theo peppered kisses all over your face before setting you down. 

“I suppose we should head to dinner soon. My teammates watched you march in here in a fit of rage. They might think you’ve murdered me.” 

“There’s only one problem,” you said as you finally turned off the shower. “I’m soaking wet.” 

“I bet you are, darling.” 

You rolled your eyes. “From the shower, you wanker.” 

He grinned and kissed the top of your head. “It’s alright. I’ve got some extra clothes in my locker.”

Ten minutes later, the two of you walked out in the quidditch pitch hand in hand. Theo’s sweater completely enveloped you and he smiled a little at the sight. You received a few interesting stares as you made your way through the castle halls, but one look from Theo and they all quickly found something else to gawk at. Having a scary boyfriend was already paying off. 

On the way to dinner, you ran into Enzo. The git had the biggest smile on his face when he saw that you and Theo were holding hands. “So you heard him out after all, huh?” 

“Yeah, we sorted out our differences,” you said with a smile. “Coincidentally, I gained a boyfriend out of the whole ordeal. Happy now, Berkshire?” 

“Absolutely chuffed,” Enzo said with a grin. “See you lovebirds at dinner.” 

Theo rolled his eyes as his friend disappeared into the Great Hall. He turned, squeezing your fingers. “I should warn you. My friends can be a bit…much.” 

“Don’t worry, I think we all got fairly acquainted in the locker rooms. If they tease us, well I’ve got a perfectly scary boyfriend to fend them off.” 

He chuckled. “A scary boyfriend with an even more terrifying girlfriend.” 

You winked, kissing his bruised knuckles. “This school won’t know what hit them.” 

“Neither did Alec,” he said with a satisfied smirk. You gave him a reprimanding glare, but it was half-hearted. You didn’t actually feel sorry for the prick. “Sorry. Too soon?” 

“You know you can’t punch everyone that says anything bad about me, right?”

“Of course not. I’m perfectly capable of kicking them too.”

You rolled your eyes fondly. “Shut up and kiss me, Theo.” 

“Yes ma'am.” 

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