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Lie thou there, by a dead man interred.

✩Theodore Nott x Reader part 3 (final part)

Summary: The one where love is enough to drive a man mad, and Theodore is no different.

TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF ABUSE AND GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF TORTURE. PLEASE SCROLL DOWN TO THE VERY BOTTOM FOR A FULL LIST.

The dim lights of his dorm seemed all too bright as Theodore’s eyes fluttered open, a small groan escaping his lips.

His head was pounding, his mouth felt dry and every inch of his body ached profoundly. He mustered the energy to slowly turn his head, his eyes adjusting to the light. He can very barely make out the silhouette of Blaise sleeping in his bed.

“You’re awake.” Draco murmurs, getting up from the edge of his bed. He walks over to Theodore, who gingerly shuffles up. He ignores the way every muscle in his body screams at him with the slightest movement.

“You couldn't have taken me to the hospital wing?” He croaks, his voice dry, and a humourless laugh leaves Draco’s lips as he rolls his eyes

“And let Madam Pompfrey get an eye of the dark mark on your forearm? No chance.” He tuts.

Despite his seemingly patronising tone, the Malfoy boy eyes Theodore with wariness and what seems to be ….

Pity?

Why on earth would he feel pity?

“She-” Theodore breathes out, eyes widening as the image flashes in his mind.

Watching you being yanked up by his father's harsh grip, watching you getting dragged away.

“She’s alive,” Draco mutters.

Theodore wants to laugh. As though you being alive would bring him any comfort. Theodore was his own flesh and blood and his Father had no qualms beating him till he couldn’t move. What would he do to you?

With a firm resolve, Theodore throws back the covers, not batting an eye at the bruises that litter his body as he moves out of bed. His voice croaks as he speaks five words that he doesn't have to think twice to utter.

“I'm going to get her.”

Draco's voice cuts through the silence, tinged with frustration. "Don't be daft, Theodore. Get a grip. This,” He says, motioning around their dorm “ - is the lifestyle we live. It would have never worked with a Muggle-born girl."

Theodore's jaw tightens, his resolve hardening. "Don't tell me what's daft, Draco. You have no idea what it's like to love someone like her."

Draco scoffs, his tone dripping with disdain. "And you have no idea what it's like to risk everything for someone who will never understand our world. You'll be dead if you try and save her."

“This life isn’t worth living if not for her!” Theodore snaps.

For a moment, Draco falls silent, his usually sharp tongue rendered speechless. Then, with a shake of his head, he refuses to yield. "Absolutely not. You'll get us all in trouble."

Theodore scoffs, grabbing his wand as he tugs on a sweater.

“Try fucking stop me.” He spat.

"Are you really willing to throw everything away for her?" Draco's voice is tinged with desperation now, his usual cool demeanour slipping slightly under the weight of the situation.

But Theodore's resolve remains unyielding.

"Yes," he replies simply, his voice firm and unwavering. "I'll do whatever it takes to save her, even if it means risking everything."

His concern morphs into frustration, and he steps in front of Theodore, shoving him backwards.

Draco speaks, a venomous edge creeping into his usually arrogant drawl. “You’re willing to risk your life for a mudblood?”

Theodore’s fist connects with Draco’s nose in a sickening crack. Draco stumbles backwards, clutching his nose. Draco's eyes widen in shock and pain, his hand instinctively moving to his injured nose. His usually composed demeanor crumbles, replaced by a mix of surprise and hurt. But beneath it all, there's a flicker of something else – something darker, more volatile.

"You dare to strike me?" Draco's voice is low, his words seething with barely contained rage.

"You deserved it," Theodore retorts, his voice cold and unyielding. "You dare murmur a word of her again and so help me, I will fucking kill you."

The platinum haired boy falls silent, clutching his bloodied nose as he observes his usually lighthearted, and humorous friend.

His chest was heaving, his knuckles were busted, and his demeanour seemed almost feral.

It was rather terrifying how love could do that.

Without a second word, Theodore storms out of the room, slamming the door behind him as he clutches his wand. He hadn’t even stopped to think about the state of Hogwarts after the attack. Did his friends make it out alright? Did any teachers get harmed?

He was so caught up in pursuing you he didn’t think twice of anyone else. Did he step over the corpse of a friend looking for you?

His urgency is palpable, and he is sure if someone was here to witness it they’d be able to see it immediately. The door for the room of requirement is already there as he turns the corner, and he all but throws the door open.

He catches sight of the vanishing cabinet and wastes not a single second stepping inside. For all the times he had sat in this room for hours on end, watching as birds came back dead or mangled, he paid no mind to any risks. He lurches, and it all of a sudden feels like he's being compressed from every direction. The walls of the cabinet push into him, constricting his form, and for a split second, he wonders if something has backfired, if they had charmed the vanishing cupboard to not work in the opposite direction. As quickly as the sensation comes, it leaves, and he’s stumbling out into Borgin and Burkes, almost hurtling face first into a display of antique display plates.

The shop is eerily quiet, the only sound the soft shuffle of his footsteps against the creaky floorboards. The shelves are lined with oddities and curiosities, their dusty surfaces illuminated by the faint glow of enchanted lanterns. He pushes open the heavy wooden door, the cool night air hitting him like a welcome relief after the confines of the shop.

He navigates the labyrinthine-like streets with sickening familiarity, heading for the battered-looking pub held deep within the confines of the area.

The air is thick with the smell of stale ale and cigarette smoke, the patrons eyeing Theodore with contempt and curiosity as he strides to the fireplace.

“Nott Manor.” He mutters, the flume of floo powder billowing by his feet.

He stumbles into the familiarity of his family manor. Met with the chilling coldness, which never seemed to warm, his heart began pounding.

The drawing room is shrouded in darkness, the only illumination coming from the flickering flames of the nearby torches. The air is heavy and still, a palpable tension hanging in the air.

As Theodore takes a cautious step forward, the silence is deafening. His heart pounds in his chest, the sound echoing in the empty space of the grand room.

But then, amidst the silence, he hears it – a faint cry, barely audible over the hushed stillness of the manor.

At first, Theodore's mind struggles to process the sound, dismissing it as a trick of his imagination. But then it comes again, louder this time, unmistakable in its desperation and pain.

His heart lurches at the sound, one he swore he’d never have to hear. Your cries tear away at him, making him feel sick to his stomach.

His feet slam against the marble floors as he sprints towards the noise, and the sounds of your screams getting louder and louder by the second stimulate the adrenaline that courses through his veins.

Dread coils in the pit of his stomach like a serpent, tightening its grip with every step. The sound of your cries echoes through the dark corridors, haunting him with its intensity.

When he finally reaches the door, there's no mistaking it.

It's the very same room he was locked in for hours on end as a child whenever he’d misbehave.

It was the same room he’d scream in when his father used the Cruciatus Curse on him for the tiniest of things.

It was the same room he lay in, bloody and bruised mere hours before he returned to Hogwarts that fateful day to find you in a similar state, all at the hands of his father.

Did you know that was his blood dried up on the floors? Did you have an image of him screaming out in pain in that very same room?

He throws the door open with little to no regard for who could be there. Damn whoever it was, even if it was the dark lord himself, Theodore would murder them with his bare hands.

He could not possibly fathom what it would look like.

There was so much blood. Too much. Copious amounts of it pooled around your bruised form. You can't even lift your head up, pained whimpers escaping your lips as you lay limp on the stone floor. Theodore’s father doesn't pay attention to Theodore's arrival, not until he finishes stomping on your hand, the sickening crunch of bones breaking drowned out by the hoarse cry that escapes your lips.

“You actually came for the filthy thing? Here I was, thinking you'd have some sort of sense knocked into you.” He sneers as he turns to face his son.

To say Theodore was seeing red was an understatement.

No, Theodore was filled with a visceral rage so strong he could feel it emanating off him, to the point where he was sure he could snap his father's neck with his own hands.

“Avada Kedavra,” Theodore mutters without a second thought, though his father just narrowly manages to miss it.

Theodore's father recoils in shock as the green light of the Killing Curse narrowly misses him, the deadly spell leaving a scorching trail in its wake. His eyes widen in horror, his features contorted with rage.

"You dare?" he snarls, his voice trembling with fury. "You dare raise your wand against your own flesh and blood?"

But Theodore is beyond reason, consumed by a blinding rage that threatens to consume him whole. His chest heaves with every breath, his muscles tensed and ready for another attack.

"You're no father of mine," Theodore seethes, his voice low and dangerous. "You're nothing but a coward, a servant to the Dark Lord's whims."

Theodore's father's face twists with fury at the accusation, his wand raised in a defensive gesture. "You insolent brat," he growls, his voice thick with malice. "You have dishonoured this family. Over a mudblood, no less. You are no son of mine."

With a flick of his wrist, he sends another curse hurtling toward his father, but his father is quick to react, deflecting the curse with a well-practised flick of his own wand. There is an endless barrage of spells, sparks crackling against the confined space. Theodore's wand mainly emits green, aiming to kill.

“ENOUGH.” Theodore’s father roars, casting a stupefy so strong Theodore slams into the wall. His head smacks against the concrete, and a small groan escapes his lips as he slumps down to the floor. He can barely open his eyes, no, it all hurts, but his mind screams at him to get up when he sees your near unconscious figure slumped on the floor.

Theodore struggles to open his eyes, his muscles trembling with exhaustion and pain. His father's voice cuts through the fog of his mind, each word like a hammer blow to his already battered senses.

"You see what your foolishness has brought upon you, Theodore?" his father sneers, his tone dripping with disdain. "You're weak. Pathetic. A disgrace to our family name."

He walks towards Theodore, paying no regard to you as he does so.

‘Yes!’ Theodore thinks to himself ‘come for me, forget her’ he pleads internally.

“A muggle-born," he scoffs, his lip curling in disgust. "And you have the audacity to love such filth? You're no better than the mudblood herself, Theodore."

He crouches in front of Theodore, staring down at him with contempt.

“You see, son. They’re like a virus. They infect our society, ruining our pure lineages. This-” His father stars, motioning around him, “- is what they do to us. So we need to cut them out. Remove them from our lives. The dark lord is correct, it is not enough to simply ignore them, we must remove them before the threat furthers.”

“Fuck… you…” Theodore manages to choke out, ignoring the metallic tang of blood in his mouth.

His father sighs as he gets up, looking over to your form.

“I hoped for better from you, son. I thought you'd come to your senses, but no. I disciplined you, Theodore. I taught you not to be weak like your mother, yet here you are.” He admonishes, turning back to Theodore.

“Perhaps then I ought to give you a nudge in the correct direction, no?” He mutters, and Theodore can only comprehend what he means when his father raises his wand to Theodore and speaks.

“Imperio.”

He feels as though there’s a thick fog that envelopes his mind. Like he’s spectating in his own body. He tries to move a finger, to lift a hand, to do anything, but he cannot. It's a horrible feeling, worse than any torture he had endured.

Theodore had only been under the Imperius curse once. It was mere days after his mother's death, and his father had to cast the curse on him to stop him from lashing out and breaking down. He didn't have to do anything overtly bad, no, all he had to do was attend the funeral without acting out. But the feeling of having all your autonomy being taken away from you, to be completely and utterly helpless, was so horrific he didn't speak for days on end when it was lifted.

“Stand up.” Theodore’s father utters his voice low.

That was another thing about the Imperius curse. It controlled the body, and not the mind. Theodore felt every agonising inch of pain as his body moved on its own accord, and there was not a single thing he could do to stop that.

Theodore feels a kernel of terror gnawing at his soul. It's a primal fear, raw and unrelenting as if he's staring into the abyss and there's no one there to pull him back from the brink.

The most terrifying thing was that Theodore’s father didn't need to speak the commands out loud for Theodore to obey him. He fights tooth and nail to stop himself from moving, but he can only pray that as he approaches your battered form, you heard Theodore's father cast the Imperius, so you know it wasn’t Theodore’s doing.

He watches helplessly as his own hand reaches out, grasping your hair with a cruel force that makes your tears spill over. Theodore's heart shatters into a million pieces at the sight of your pain, but he's powerless to stop himself.

His eyes meet yours, and he sees the fear and confusion reflected in them. He wants to scream, to beg for forgiveness, but his voice is lost in the void of his own mind.

With a sickening lurch, Theodore's body moves of its own accord, his foot slamming into your ribs with a force that sends you reeling. He feels the impact reverberate through his own bones, but it's as if he's watching from a distance, disconnected from the horror unfolding before him.

Every fibre of his being rebels against the violence he's forced to inflict upon you, it's a sickening feeling, worse than any torture he's endured, knowing that he's being used as a weapon against the person he loves most in the world.

Your pained sobs echo off the stone walls, a result of Theodore’s failure to protect you reflecting back on him.

He’s paralysed by his own powerlessness, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of you curled up around yourself on the floor, and it’s not the first time he’s been in this room praying that he simply stopped living.

“Come now, Theodore. Why are you playing so nicely?” His father jeers, a sickening sort of satisfaction in his voice as Theodore rises, beginning to move again.

He feels a surge of revulsion as his fist connects with the side of your face, a sharp cry of pain escaping your lips as you double over in agony. Theodore wants to scream, to tear himself away from the nightmare that holds him captive. But it was all his fault, wasn’t it? He was the one who stupidly, and selfishly, loved you. He was the greedy one, who wanted you even though he knew he may end up putting you in danger. He was weak, and he was pathetic.

If it was his hand that harmed her, he would have to chop it off.

If it was his tongue that harmed her, then remove it from him.

If it was he who hurt her, then let death be an undeserved mercy.

“You know what I want you to do, Theodore.” His father murmurs, an almost melodic lilt to his voice as Theodore rolls you over, slamming your shoulder into the floor as he settles his weight on top of you.

“It’s cathartic, son. You’re purging yourself of this virus. You have to do it yourself to learn that it’s a messy business.” He continues.

Theodore feels sick to his stomach, bile rising in his throat as he stares down into your tear-stained eyes, your face bloodied and bruised from the violence he's been forced to inflict upon you.

Every fibre of his being screams in protest, his mind a whirlwind of revulsion and despair. His body moves of its own accord, his hands closing around your throat with a sickeningly tight grip.

Your struggles beneath him only serve to fuel Theodore's torment, each gasp for breath a dagger in his soul. He wants to cry out, to beg for forgiveness, but all he can do is stare down into your eyes, pleading silently for you to understand.

One of the first things of Theodore’s that you fell in love with were his eyes. They were betrayingly expressive. Before the two of you had gotten romantically involved you’d constantly tease him for how his eyes betrayed his otherwise stoic demeanour. They were an almost mesmerising shade of blue that were so enchanting you were sure he had to have some sort of veela ancestry.

Those same eyes, the ones that you’d gaze into so lovingly when you'd lie under the stars by the black lake, a half-smoked joint passed between you, now held a coldness and emptiness that betrayed the boy who loved as if it was breathing. No, this was not Theodore, even if he had the same sharp jaw, the same handsome face and unruly hair.

“It’s- Okay-” You choke out, as though you can hear Theodore's thoughts. You felt your windpipe being crushed under the force of his hands, unable to look away from the sight of the boy you loved.

You had long accepted your death the very second you cast the stunning spell that knocked Theodore backwards when he so rashly tried to save you that day in Hogwarts. You didn’t need to think twice to do such a thing. Heaven forbid someone noticed Theodore was actively fighting against his father to save a muggle-born girl.

He would be subjected to horrors worse than anyone could imagine. It was the only option in your mind. Theodore had so much to live for. So much to do, to achieve. He was brilliant.

And you were weak. Because part of you also knew you couldn't even comprehend living a life without Theodore. No, you couldn’t.

But as much as you had come to terms with your death, it still didn't stop you from clawing at Theodore's hands when the lack of oxygen became critical. The human instinct to fight for survival always overpowered the will, and the sight of you trying to fight back was even more heartbreaking.

“I’m- Not-” You choke out, desperately trying to reach a hand out to cup Theodore's face. Your hand trembles as it does so, making contact with the smooth skin on the side of his face as you look up at him.

His hand remain constricted around your throat, squeezing harder, but you feel wet tears fall onto your chest. Not yours, but his.

You were too good for him. You really were. How could you forgive him? How could you stare into his eyes and tell him you loved him as he wrapped his hands around your throat?

Tears slip from his eyes, betraying the hold of the curse, but it's the only rebelling he can do. He cannot move his vice-like grip from you, and he wants to hurl when he sees your face turn slightly red.

Theodore's heart feels like it's been ripped from his chest as he hears your choked words of forgiveness and love.

‘Don’t forgive me. Damn me to hell, please. Curse me, say you hate me’ He wants to plead, because he feels pathetic, knowing you still loved him. He was undeserving of such love.

“It's okay,” You murmur, your words simultaneously a soothing balm that calms his soul and one that reminds him repeatedly of his own shortcomings.

You manage to muster a small smile, the corner of your lips turning upwards barely as you stare into the eyes of the boy who, for love, was the very reason you felt as though you started living and the very reason you'd stop living too.

And all you could wish for was that you didn't have to stare into the eyes of this stranger before you, but his eyes instead.

Darkness creeps into the edges of your vision, and your body feels as though it's on fire, screaming at the lack of oxygen. You almost fall into a state of resignation, falling limp against him as you feel your consciousness begin to slip.

Every attempt from Theodore to loosen his grip only makes him tighten it further. As he watches the life drain out of your eyes, he feels it draining out of him too. It tears Theodore from the inside out, It's a sensation akin to drowning, the weight of your fading life pressing down on him with an unbearable heaviness.

Theodore cannot bear to see your eyes flutter shut but he can’t bring himself to look away.

Somehow, by some sick, cruel trick of fate, he freezes up when he feels you stiffen and then fall limp beneath him. Your chest stops heaving, and your hands fall from where they clawed at his hands.

Your heart stops beating, and his does too.

Always seconds too late.

Theodore cannot recall the last time he hadn’t been drunk, high, or a combination of both. Really, there's not been a second that he's been sober since that day.

He had been placed under strict watch by his friends, never left alone for even a second since the day Mattheo found him surrounded by bottles upon bottles, unresponsive on his bed. He couldn’t bring himself to move, to even think. Every breath he took left a profound ache in his chest like there was a weight that threatened to crush him.

He couldn’t bring himself to attend your funeral. Whilst everyone else in the castle made their way down to the wake, Theodore had stumbled up to your empty dorm, with your belongings all there as though you were due to walk through the door at any second, collapsing onto your bed as he wept. It was Blaise who had to keep watch of Theodore that day. Surprisingly, all his friends attended the wake.

Theodore screamed at Blaise, pure agony in his voice.

“GET OUT.” He sobs, throwing one of the decorative vases in your dorm at Blaise. He barely flinches as it shatters on the wall behind him, rather he looks at Theodore with such sadness you would think he had lost Theodore that day as well.

But they had, hadn’t they? This boy, this was not Theodore. He no longer laughed, nor did he relentlessly wind up the rest of them. This was an empty shell of who Theodore used to be.

Theodore had buried his face in your covers and sobbed until his throat was raw. It was so bad, he had to be stunned and carried back to his bed.

Blaise doesn’t think he’ll ever forget what he saw that day. He had never seen such defeat, such hurt and rage in a single person. Mere seconds after the imperius was lifted. Theodore slaughtered his father with such unrestrained rage it was grotesque. For all the jokes, the laughs, and the optimism in light of the worst situations, seeing his close friend kneeling in a pool of blood, slumped over the body of his lover as he wept was a sight that would forever be burnt into Blaise’s mind.

There was no doubt in his mind that news about the cause of Tiberius Nott’s death had circulated among the followers of the dark lord. Theodore was a dead man walking, and it was only a matter of time before he would face the consequences of his actions.

Theodore could only hope that day came quicker, though. It may as well have been as if the Imperius was never lifted that day, because he felt like a zombie, here against his own will.

He only breathed because his body made him do so, not because he wanted to.

He only lived because he had to, not because he wanted to.

TRIGGER WARNING: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH.

Mentions of Child Abuse, Torture and substance abuse.

My Dm is always open for anyone who needs to talk ❤️.

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PROLOGUE

FATAL ATTRACTION - a stiles stilinski story

summary: Sera Salvatore moved to Beacon Hills for a break from the supernatural. But her life was once again turned upside down when she and her two best friends get thrown head first into a world of werewolves and mystery. But it’s hard for her to protect her friends when a single werewolf bite is what could kill her for good…

WARNINGS: mentions of blood

a/n: this is just the intro ! future parts will be longer, that’s where the story really begins ;)

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Beacon Hills was supposed to be a sanctuary from all things supernatural.

After what felt like over a century (because it was), Sera Salvatore needed a break.

Which was admittedly a little hypocritical considering she herself was a vampire, but she was desperate for an escape from all the drama and chaos that her family - namely her brothers - had brought to Mystic Falls. So she decided to start afresh, again.

After only one year of living back in her hometown, she picked up and went to the furthest most point in the continental United States, which just so happened to land her here. From Georgia, all the way to sunny California. It would be a nice change.

She was fortunate enough that she could pass as quite young whenever she settled in a new place. With the help of makeup, clothing, and a healthy amount of dishonesty she managed to blend into freshman year at Beacon Hills High without anyone even batting an eye.

It was now one year ago today that she had started her first day, which turned out to be a breeze.

January 3rd, 2010

“You’re humiliating,” I expressed my annoyance flatly as I stood by the door, waiting for my brother to let go of my jacket that he had been straightening before I left the house.

He patted my shoulder with a motherly smile as if he was sending his child off to kindergarten, then took a step back to play the role further.

“Have you got everything?” he asked as he nodded to my bag.

I let out a breathy chuckle. I didn’t hate him as much as I let on… mostly.

“I packed you a blood bag for lunch,” he continued, that smirk of his right at home on his smug face - never a dull moment.

My hand reached for my keys on the side table as I walked backward towards the door, shaking my head to stop my lips from forming a smile of their own. “How thoughtful,” I retorted sarcastically.

But just as I was about to step outside I stopped to say one last thing, “Thanks for helping me move in and all,” my tone was much more genuine than it typically was when speaking to him, but I really was grateful.

Moving across the country would’ve been infinitely harder without his company on the road, and without being able to play the little sister card and sit back while he does the heavy lifting. But… and I would never admit it… but even now, starting a new school was just as scary as it always has been and a part of me liked that I had my big brother there to see me off.

I quickly cut our sappy little chat short with another comment, “But, I expect you to be gone when I get home.” I arched an eyebrow and pointed a finger at him.

He was definitely the fun brother, but with fun comes impulsivity - a trait that must be genetic, and must have skipped my twin - and with impulsivity comes a long string of ‘animal attacks’. And that was exactly the drama in question that I wanted to escape, so I had brought along a surplus of blood bags to hold me until I found a more permanent solution.

He held his hands up in surrender, “I’ll be out within the hour.”

“Okay. I’ll see ya,” I said finally as I stepped outside, hiding from the brisk winter cold in the confines of my leather jacket.

My words were met with another smile and a nod from my brother before he spoke again. “Tell me how it went when you’re home.” The protective mother was back. But this time, it wasn’t just a joke, he was lucky we had no witnesses since he’d hate to ruin his tough-guy persona.

I almost laughed at him again, but I didn’t. As humans me and my brothers were incredibly close, but over time that faded. Me and our other brother never really settled that, but over the past year back in Mystic Falls me and the eldest fell back into old patterns.

“I will,” I gave in with a joking eye-roll. “Bye Damon,” I waved his way.

“Bye Seffie,” he returned, getting a kick out of my suddenly sour face.

Seffie. A nickname he saddled me with at the age of 4 and has stuck with me ever since. But my real name was a mouthful, so I chose to go by Sera - a fact Damon will insist on disregarding for the rest of our eternal lives.

As I walked away my once friendly hand gesture turned into a middle finger as I heard him laugh behind me and shut the door as I made my way to my new school.

The moment I stepped foot in the doors I noticed some heads turn, some overheard whispers from passers-by that fuelled my ego just that bit more as I walked up to reception and signed in.

First-period English went smoothly, then it was History which ironically was focused on the confederacy (not me and my siblings' proudest fight). And it was safe to say the teacher was thoroughly impressed with my knowledge on the subject, little did he know I quite literally lived it.

But after class was when my day took a turn.

“1076, 1076,” I repeated under my breath as I went to scour the halls for my new locker, but the break rush made my search all the more difficult with what felt like a million people charging around.

But finally, I seemed to be in luck as I read the numbers to my right; 1080, 1079, 1078, 1077, and…

Crash.

I took a deep breath and a frustrated sigh at the smug-faced, blond jock who had just practically booked it into my side, knocking all of my books out of my hands, and causing me to jump at the deafening sound of them hitting the tile floor. ‘Great,’ I thought satirically. The prick didn’t even bother to look back! Let alone be kind enough to help me pick them back up again.

But someone else did. In fact, two other boys seemed to have played witness and immediately came scrambling up to my side.

“Hey, uh-” the one with darker features and a crooked jawline, giving him a somewhat goofy smile stuttered, stopping after his friend who stood politely next to him not-so-subtly jabbed him in the side with his elbow, causing him to bring a hand to it and shoot his friend a glare.

“What he meant to say was, do you want a hand with that?” The slightly taller friend with the buzzed brown hair asked after his friend's failure to do so.

I could do nothing but laugh slightly at both of their clear excitement and reply with a smile, “I’d love one.”

Picking up books was a simple task that I most definitely could’ve done myself in probably half the time, but nothing compared to watching them both drop to the floor and bat at each other's hands in a frantic competition to ‘help the most.’ My smile grew wider and I brought a hand up to rest on my forehead. This was already a refreshing change since none of the boys back home would have ever done the same.

Soon, they both stood back up in front of me, proud looks on both of their faces as they put the books in my open locker for me.

“Thank you,” I chuckled in response.

“No problem,” the more hyper one added before quickly speaking again at a constant, lightning pace. “I’m Stiles, by the way,” he gestured to himself, “and this is my buddy, Scott,” his hand moved over to pat the other boy on the shoulder.

“Nice to meet you, Stiles and Scott,” I nodded back at them, still trying to bite back an amused grin, “I’m Sera.”

“You’re new here right?” Scott spoke again with an innocent look of pure curiosity.

I put my hands together behind my back and rocked on my heels slightly, “Mhm, started this morning,” a somewhat nervous chuckle left my lips, which the one called Stiles seemed to pick up on because he quickly interjected.

“I mean, we’d be happy to show you ‘round if you wanna hang with us,” he offered, a hopeful shrug on his shoulders and a pout on his lips.

“Wouldn’t we, Scott,” he then batted the back of his hand against his friend’s arm, glaring at him to respond.

Scott quickly blinked and nodded rapidly, “Oh, yeah, of course.”

I bit my lip in contemplation, they did seem awfully nice. “I’d love to, but I’ve gotta go to the office quickly, but maybe I’ll catch up with you guys later,” my counter seemed to be accepted without a second thought as I studied their expressions.

When I stepped backward I noticed how they didn’t leave just yet, so I said, “Bye boys, I’ll see you around,” with a small wiggle of my fingers as a wave.

“See you around, Sera,” Stiles repeated as he and Scott both mimicked my step back, his hand raising up to do a little salute before we turned our backs to each other.

I could not help the quiet giggle that escaped my mouth after I was out of their eyeline, but I also could not help but hear what they were saying to each other down the hall.

“Why the fuck did you salute?” Scott whispered, hitting Stiles back in retaliation for earlier.

“I- I don’t know, okay?” Stiles replied slightly panicked.

My smile grew. What idiots.

As for the conversation with the receptionist, it went smoothly with a little help from my immaculate ‘people skills’.

“I’m sorry but we insist on transcripts. And your immunisation records seem to be missing,” the lady said, peering over her glasses as she looked through my files.

My sigh was followed by me leaning forward, looking into her eyes as I watched her pupils dilate - she just had to make this more difficult.

“Please look again, I’m sure you’ll find everything you’re looking for.” A proud smirk laced my lips as she did exactly that, nodding and sending me on my way. Too easy.

During lunch, I did end up joining the boys at their table, taking a seat next to Stiles and definitely not missing the wide-eyed look he gave to Scott, along with his stuttered breath as I leaned over him to reach my pen that had rolled across the table.

The portrayal of vampires in Twilight had always annoyed me due to its incredible inaccuracy, but it was beyond amusing how easy it was for me to read their minds, even without special powers.

That day had ended with new numbers in everyone’s phones and Sera scoring a new ride to school and back every day in her new friend’s beaten-up old Jeep (which she thought had enough charm to distract from the deafening sound it made when running).

And from that moment forward, the three were inseparable.

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I promise you I didn’t do it

Draco Malfoy x OC

TW: None

Word count: 368

“Tessa!” Draco's voice booms from behind me as I read from my potions book. Taking my time before turning to him, I finish the paragraph I'm reading, place my book mark and set the book down before looking over at the blonde haired Slytherin boy. Or, at least, used to be blonde haired Slytherin boy.

His face is reddened with anger. Almost as red as his hair. One look at the boy and I cannot contain my laughter. He moves to stand in front of me, eyes narrowed, as I cover my mouth in an attempt to stop myself from laughing.

Draco Malfoy's hair is as red as a Wesley. This is by far my favorite day in history.

In between laughs I am able to manage out a snide remark “Is this another feeble attempt to woo the Gryfindore Princess? Because I think this is a tad too much.”

Draco looks at me as if he wants to cast an unforgivable at me. Wand raised and everything as he glares at me. Then it dawns on me that he thinks it was me, my laughter stops slightly.

“Wait, wait!” I plead with my hands in the air. A small smile is still playing on my lips. “I promise you I didn't do this!”

Unconvinced, Draco's stare is steadfast. “Then why are you laughing!?”

Taking another moment to admire the handy work of whoever played this joke on the ‘Slytherin Prince’, my smile widens. “Because whoever did it is a bloody genius and I can’t believe I didn’t think of it first.”

The rational seems to settle with the fiery haired Slytherin as he looks around in defeat and plops down next to me on the couch. Turning to him slightly I try and lighten to mood.

Reaching my arm up to ruffle his hair, I question “So… Is it just the hair on your head they cursed or is it everywhere?” His head whips over to me as he pushes me away from him, before mumbling angrily “Everywhere.”

I explode In laughter as he takes the pillow from beside me and thumps me in the head with it. “Just help me figure out how to reverse this!”

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Letter from a loved one // T.N //

Theodore Nott X Reader

TW: angst?

Word Count: 842

Today has gone by eerily slowly.

Classes have dragged on, the meals were too short. It's as if there's this underlying feeling of dread that is just floating in the air. Contaminating everyone in the castle. Even Peeves has been uncharastically rude. I have barely seen any of my friends and when I did, they were in a bad mood. Hell, even I was in a bad mood. After a long day, such as today, all I want to do is climb into bed with Theo and sleep until tomorrow, but with him nowhere to be found I must find solace alone.

Theo has been secretive all year. Disappearing for hours, even days, at a time. Telling me not to worry, that in the end everything will be okay. How can I not worry when my boyfriend of two years is missing constantly and keeping secrets from me?

The common room is as gloomy as the rest of the castle. Like everyone is waiting for something terrible to happen. When I finally make it to my dorm it is devoid of life, except for Pansy. Who looks to be on her way out.

“ Y/N.” She mumbles quietly. Stopping when she walks past me and is standing in the doorway. “I almost forgot, Theo stopped by, said he couldn't stay but he left a letter for you. I put it on your bed.” She tells me before giving me a weak smile, in which I give a similar one in return. She then turns walking out of the dorm leaving me alone, once again.

With shaky legs I sit on the bed, slowly grab the letter, pausing to admire the perfect script in which Theo wrote my name. I have always loved watching him write. There is something about the way his longer fingers wrap around his quill and guide the writing utensil with such precision, that makes me feel all warm inside.

Though, that's just Theo. He may seem cold, hard and sarcastic to everyone else, but to me he is the most caring and loving person I have ever met. He's the only person I ever told about my family. How they were killed and I was left to live with my aunt. He's been a constant light in my life ever since.

Taking a deep breath I unclasp the wax seal from the letter and open it. I read over the letter carefully, as my eyes welled up with tears. An overwhelming sadness courses through me as I try to understand the words that are written in front of me.

The tears are flowing freely now as I stand up on unsteady legs, letter still in hand, with every intention of searching for the brunette boy who stole my heart, and inevitably broke it into pieces. Before I can make it to the door I collapse in a heap of tears and heavy breathing, feeling as if the world is caving in on me, praying this is all some sick joke.

But knowing, for now at least, he's gone. I’m officially all alone.

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As the Sun Sets // Cruel and Evil // Part Seven

TW: blood, gore and mentions of physical and mental abuse

*Please be aware of the trigger warnings for this chapter as it is dark and some themes may be triggering or hard for some readers.*

Theos POV

They have been gone for two hours. What could he possibly want with Scarlet? She isn't marked and neither are her parents. She shouldn't even be part of this war. She isn’t like them, like us. Cruel and evil. She is friends with the stinking golden trio for bloody sake!

She is one of the good ones.

With a crack I whip my head over to where Draco and Scarlet left hours ago. Loud, ear shattering screams are coming from the girl in Draco's arms. “Muffliato now Theo!”

Draco is covered in blood as he rushes over and places her on my bed. She is without a shirt, screaming. It's then that I see the blood is hers. Her arm is covered in what looks like cigarette burns, cuts and a large scar across her left eye. More scars are littered across her chest.

My heart stops. I am frozen. I can't breathe…

“THEO NOW!” Draco's yells bringing me back to reality. I take a deep breath and occlude. Then grab my wand to cast the spell.

“Wh… What happened?!” I finally find my voice, trembling, while Draco is trying to heal the large cut across her collarbone. She's thrashing around on the bed and he can't get her to lay still in order for the incantation to work.

“You're going to have to hold her down Theo. She was splinched... Please. Hold her down.”

I run over to her but as soon as I reach down to hold her other arm, her screams intensify.

“NO. NO PLEASE.” She's begging, fear clear in her eyes. “DON'T TOUCH ME. DON'T TOUCH ME.”

I jump back, hands in the air and eyes wide looking from the bloody girl to Draco. “I- I didn't…” Draco stops trying to keep her still. Gripping his wand so hard that his knuckles are white.

He then looks at me for a second with a frown. He bends down slowly and whispers something into her ear, which seems to calm her slightly.

“You're going to have to do it Theo. I have to hold her down. She's not going to let anyone else touch her.” Draco sits next to her on the bed, leaning over her to hold both of her arms down and whispering in her ear again.

“Shh you’re safe. He's not here. I won't let him touch you.” Confused, I come to stand near and start the incantation.

Slowly her laceration closes and her screams become quieter. Her labored breathing slowed down so much so that you can barely tell she's breathing.

Draco lets out a shaky breath before hesitantly getting up to get a washcloth in order to wash all the dried blood off her chest.

Once the room is quiet again and she is asleep (or passed out) I can finally start to piece together what just occurred.

“What the fuck happened…?” I ask quietly while eyes glued to her chest, watching it move up and down ensuring that she is still breathing.

“She was…” He gulps. “She was punished…” Draco looks towards me, his face is sullen. “Since we haven't fixed the cabinet yet. He went into her mind--” He takes a shuddering breath before he can continue.

“He had them Crucio her till he could get through.” He sighs deeply. “She fought so hard, but I could see her start to break… They just wouldn't stop…”

Tears slowly cascading down the blonde boy's face as he looks over to the girl who has always been like a sister to him.

He leans with his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. Voice going quiet. “I just sat there. I sat there and did nothing…”

I walked over to her and put a blanket over her bra-clad chest and sat next to Draco. Putting a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“Why wouldn't she let me touch her?” I ask quietly, scared to know the answer. Knowing the types of people who occupy The Dark Lord's inner circle, I can only imagine what they would do with a beautiful girl like Scar.

“They all were there, looking at her. Drooling over her.” Draco's voice is rough. “I couldn't stop them, Nott.” His voice breaks recalling the events of the last couple hours.

“If we don't fix it.” He hesitates before looking over at Scar asleep and then back to me. Completely void of all emotion. “She will be punished far worse than you can imagine.”

Swallowing hard, I look to the boy next to me and I muster “How can I help?”

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Draco POV

It's been three days since the meeting at the manor. Scarlet hasn't really talked about it, just spends all her free time in the room of requirement. Theo offered, no, insisted that he help us, but Scarlett refused. She told me that she didn't want him to get caught up in this with us. That he doesn't deserve to be punished if for any reason we can't get it to work.

I tried to reason with her, tell her that three minds are better than two but she has been adamant. She loves him too much.

“He's smart Scar. We could use him.” I say from the couch that we transfigured weeks ago. We have been in here for hours and nothing. We successfully got a bird through, but it was dead once it was sent back. We are so close I can feel it.

“No. I don't want him involved. The less he knows the better…” She has been flipping through the same book for about 30 minutes trying to figure out what went wrong.

“Scar… I know you care about him.. But look who his father is… He is in the middle of all of this just as much as you and me.” With a slam, she throws the book she was reading across the room. “WE care. WE care about him, Draco. You heard the Dark Lord said. He was talking about marking him! I didn't want it for you and I certainly don't want it for him.”

She made me promise not to tell him everything that happened the other night.. With the others...With his father.. I reluctantly agreed because it would do more harm than good. He would do anything for Scarlet, even if it meant getting himself killed.

“He would do anything he can to help us.” I say calmly trying to hold back my annoyance at the stubborn girl in front of me.

“When we showed back up at the dorm after… everything…. I had to charm him to the chair. He wanted to go to the Manor and take your place, Scar. He doesn't know you're already marked. He thinks he can save you.” I look at her. “It took two hours to convince him that it was a horrible idea to go to The Dark Lord without being summoned.”

I sigh as I get up from the couch to stand in front of her. “I can't keep lying to him, Scar.” I say quickly.

I have known Theo loves Scar since he accidentally let it slip last year when Scar first started seeing Adrian. It was right after Theo found Adrian snogging Daphne Greengrass in an alcove by the potions classroom. I had returned to our dorm seeing it utterly destroyed.

He told me everything after that. Finding Adrian cheating, the years of him fighting his feelings for her. Which all made sense seeing how calm he always was around her. As if she was the only thing in his life keeping him afloat.

He has been going crazy sitting back and watching us struggle with this cabinet. The late nights, constantly being gone from meals. Rarely joining the group on late night outings to the Lake.

It took awhile but he agreed that it isn't a good idea to go to The Dark Lord.

The Dark Lord is not a fan of his followers talking about the meetings to outsiders… No matter how much I want to tell him. Risking them finding out that he has feelings for her, or Salazar forbid, that I told him what happened that night, it will just put all of us in more danger. Who knows what they will do to her then.

A look of sadness eclipses her face as I walk over to her wrapping my arms around her. After a moment of silence I speak up. “Were you ever going to tell me?” I whisper. Nervous that I will scare her away.

She takes a deep inhale and exhales slowly. “There isn't much to tell. You know who my parents are. Just as I know who your father is. Is it really all that surprising how they would treat their unwanted daughter?” All I can do is nod in understanding as I hold her tighter.

She ended up telling me everything. Her entire life outside of Hogwarts and the Manor. She explained all the horrors of living with her parents. She reluctantly removed her disillusionment charms showing me all of her scars including the Mark.

She then told me how she got it. I thought my ritual was traumatic. I never knew what my poor cousin had gone through. I wish I would have known sooner so I could protect her as much as I could.

We ended up staying in the Room of Requirement after she cried herself to sleep. I tried to console her, promising everything will be okay. But it's hard to do when you do even believe it yourself.

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Scarlet POV

“Earth to Scar.” pansy is waving her perfectly manicured hands in my face. “Are you even listening? Theo, Blaise and I are heading down to Hogsmead. Are you coming?” I have been in the library all morning searching for something to help us get that cabinet to work.

“What? Yes, I'm sorry.” Today is the day Draco will put Madam Rosmerta under the imperius curse in order to give it to an unknowing girl in the bathroom, who will then give Dumbledore the necklace. I have been up all night anxious that something will go wrong. Triple checking that the necklace is wrapped so he doesn't touch it. Going over the plan multiples times so he doesn't miss a step.

Adrian meets me outside the castle to walk with us to Hogsmead. He is talking to Blaise and Theo about the upcoming quidditch game. Our hands intertwined while walking down the windy path. With a squeeze of my hand, Adrian gets my attention. “You’re coming to the match right? I even washed my spare jersey for you so everyone knows who you belong to.” he gives me a wink.

“Yes of course. I wouldn't miss it. Me and Pans will be the loudest in the stands.” Smiling back at him.

Theo lights a cigarette and takes a long drag making rings of smoke appear above his head. “Oh dang. I was hoping you would wear mine. I will just have to settle for a good luck kiss.” He teases while handing me the cigarette.

Inhaling deeply I laugh out “Well it's only fair.” I move to playfully kiss his cheek when my hand is squeezed hard, pulling me closer to Adrian, stopping me from reaching over to kiss Theos cheek.

I look over to Adrian and his face is red with anger. “That's enough Nott.” He grits out. “Don't need anyone to think Scarlet here is easy, do we?” He pulled me forward to walk ahead of the rest of the group.

“That was uncalled for Adrian. I have been friends with Theo since we were 11. We were only kidding.” I whisper. “Kidding? Salazar, Scarlet. Stop acting like a pathetic slut.”

Lowering my head in shame, I stay quiet for the rest of the walk. Though I could swear I heard murmurs from the group behind me.

Making our way into The Three Broomsticks we find a booth in the back corner. “Where is Dray? I thought he was going to meet us?” Pansy questions while scooting into the booth sitting next to Blaise leaving me to sit in the middle between Theo and Adrian.

“Oh he is on his way. He said he wanted to stop and get some sugar quills.”

Before Adrian sits down he starts to walk off. “I'm going to get a Butterbeer.”

“Oh I--” I tried to ask him to get me on too but he's already out of earshot. Pansy is looking at me sadly.

Leaning over the table Pansy asks me, “Does he treat you like that all the time?” I send her a confused look before replying “Like what?” at the same time that Theo responds “Yes”.

I turn to look at my curly brown haired friend for the first time since Adrian pulled me away earlier. He looks pissed.

“What are you talking about? He didn't say anything rude to me?” “Just because he didn't say anything, doesn't mean he isn't being an asshole.“ Pansy said matter of factly.

Blaise is nodding his head in agreement. “Oh, whatever you guys. You have never liked Adrian. He's just upset about the kissing Theo comment.” I say rolling my eyes. “What about the slut comment?” Theo says while looking across the table at Blaise while flexing his hands.

“He was joking. Like I said he was just upset.” I reassure the group while grabbing and squeezing Theo hand. “Oh! Look. There is Ginny.” I say changing the subject.

Everyone's head turns at once to look around the pub for her. Adrian comes back and plops next to me with his butterbeer in tow. I quickly drop my hands from Theos effectively gaining a scoff from the boy.

“What are we looking at?” Adrian asks eyeing Theo and I closely. I giggle quietly “Just Ginny and Dean Thomas.”

Turning to look at Theo I wiggle my eyebrows up and down.. “Too bad you missed your shot.” He laughs slightly while shaking his head. A ghost of a smile on his lips “I guess I did”.

“Look there he is!” Pansy says rather loudly “Oh Dr-” “Shh.” Theos stops her from yelling his name “Just wait a second.” Looking at Theo then back to me she with confusion written on her face she stops talking.

Watching, I see Draco head to the back room where he will find Madam Rosmerta and make her give the package to the next girl in the bathroom. Who, just so happens to be Katie Bell. I hold my breath.

He has only practiced the Imperious curse one other time, on me in the Room of Requirement. It worked, but it was an awful experience. Makes me feel bad for Madam Rosmerta.

Once I see Draco re-emerge from the back he makes his way over to our table and sits next to Blaise at the end opposite of the booth. He gives me a small nod and I finally release the breath I didn't know I was holding.

After an hour of jokes and subtle insults between Adrian and Theo we all make our way back to school. Draco and Blaise had stayed back to look in Quality Quidditch Supplies before heading back.

We hear screams come from up ahead of us. Running to the sound we all come to a full stop. There is Katie Bell on the ground. Necklace next to her unwrapped, laying in the snow. Then a woosh and she is picked up by her ankle and suspended in the air. Her eyes dart open at the sky and she lets out an ear piercing scream.

I absentmindedly gasp into Theo who immediately wraps his arms around me, pulling me into his chest to comfort me. Silently crying, I hear Harry, Ron and Hermione go to help her down.

“Step back! Don’t touch that. Only the wrappins” The voice of Hagrid is loud. When she lands he picks her up and carries her back to the castle with the trio following closely.

When I finally get control of my emotions and let go of Theo to see that Adrian is seething. Walking up to Theo he pushes him. Hard. “What the hell, Nott. Keep your fucking hands off of her.” Another push. Pansy and I are standing to the side shocked, as Theo's face reddens with anger.

“Don’t touch me again Adrian. I promise you will not like the outcome.” Theos words come out calm but I can tell he is holding everything back. “I’m not scared of you, Nott.” Adrian throws the first punch causing Theo to fall backwards into the snow. Blood was already starting to drip out of the corner of his mouth.

Wiping his mouth slowly and looking at the blood that was transferred to his hand smiling, Theo stands up and swings at Adrian. A loud “crack” is heard. I think it’s his nose. Theo is on top of him. One swing after another.

Me and Pansy are yelling at him to get off Adrian. Trying to pull him off of him but it’s no use. Theo is stronger than both of us combined.

“Theo Stop!” I cry out trying to grab ahold of his arm. His eyes are dark. “Please Theo.” I pull harder. I feel his muscles strain against my hands. “Theo, look at me. Look at me please!” I cry.

With that he turns his head towards me. Once his eyes meet mine, they lighten and he is slowly backing off of Adrian. Once Theo is fully off of him I run to Adrian dropping to my knees next to the bloody boy on the ground.

“Adrian. Are you okay? I'm so sorry. Are you okay?.” His face is covered in blood. Grunting in pain he pushes my hands off of him. “Get off of me.”

Slowly standing up he looks at me. “How are you friends with him?! He’s insane!” Leaning his head up and holding his nose “You need to pick Scarlet. Right here. Right now. Me or him.”

I’m frozen. “Adrian please, Theo and I have been friends since we were kids. There is nothing going on between us.” I looked to Theo for some support, but he was already storming off towards the castle taking Pansy with him.

“You don't act like you're just friends, Scarlet. He is always touching you, looking at you like you’re his! I know you're a whore for his attention. You don't think I see the little touches you give him when you think I'm not looking? He has a thing for you and you him. I will not be second to Theo.” He shouts spitting Theos name as if it's dirty.

Theo has been my best friend for years. He’s one of the most important people in my life. It is true that I like Theo more than a friend, but he's more than that, he is my family.

“You need to choose. Now Scarlet.” He's inches from my face now. Anger coming off of him in waves.

With tears in my eyes I look at Adrian “Please don't make me choose.” I say pleadingly “Why not Scarlet. Because you would choose him over me?”

I hesitate for a moment. “Yes. I would choose Theo…” Anger flashes through him. “You really are just a pathetic whore, who will hook up with anyone who says a few nice things to you.” He laughs in amusement. “We are done.” With that Adrian storms towards the castle, leaving me crying alone in the snow.

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As the Sun Sets // The Meeting // Part Six

TW: Physical Abuse, Sexual Abuse, mentions of R*pe

*Please be aware of the trigger warnings for this chapter as it is dark and some themes may be triggering or hard for some readers.*

Part Seven

Scarlett's POV:

"It's been a week since the Halloween dance and Adrian caught me leaving my dorm the next afternoon and apologized. Explaining to me that it looked bad on him that I would be showing that much skin around other people. I hesitantly apologized, but apologized no less and told him that I would be more modest. “Good girl” he said as he kissed my cheek and walked me to class.

Draco and I have our meeting with the Dark Lord tonight and we have been in the room of requirement every night trying to get this damn thing open. We are no closer than when the term started. Needless to say, we are bloody stressed.

Slipping into my wand into my jumper, I stand outside Draco and Theos dorm. I knock on the large oak door twice. “Come in.” I hear Draco's voice call. When I open the door I see Draco pacing back and forth from his bed to Theos, mumbling to himself. Seeing as my lovely cousin is having a sort of panic attack I take a seat on the edge of Theos bed.

The bathroom door to my left squeaks open. “Hey, tell me if you see my father will you? Oh, and feel free to throw him under the night bus if you get the chan--” He pauses looking at me with his seductive smile. “Bambina, I didn't hear you come in.” Theo is wearing just a towel that is low on his hips and water is dripping from his chest and disappearing under the towel.

Say something Scarlet! I yell at myself. “I uh. Yeah. Draco said it was okay to come in.”

“Well it's more than okay. Are you here to keep me company while our Drakey goes to see the Dark Lord. “ He says that last part with a very dramatic Italian accent while using another towel to dry his curly hair.

This stops Dracos pacing “What? No Theo. She is coming with me. The letter from mother specifically said her presence was required. I’m only invited because hes at the Manor.”

“What? Why do they need Scarlet?” Theos eyes start to gray while he is looking at me with concern.

“I am not sure.” Draco says digging through the mess of blankets on his bed, looking for his wand. Once his wand is secured, he holds his hand out for me, I stand up to grab it when I am stopped with a loud thump from behind me. Theo now has a black jumper on and is struggling to put his pants on.

“Hold on. I am coming with you.” He says once his pants are on and he's reaching for his own wand.

“Theo. No. You cannot come.” Draco is pulling us away from the brown haired boy. “The Dark Lord requested her. Not you.”

“You're bloody mad if you think I am just going to let her get thrown at his feet. You know what he is capable of.” His face is red and his eyes are fully gray now. Anger radiating off him in waves.

“Theo.” I reach for his hand, pulling his attention off of Draco. His eyes snap to mine and lighten slightly. “I will be fine. I promise. He probably just wants me to attend because I essentially live with Malfoys.” I give him my best convincing smile.

If I am being honest, when Cissy wrote that he requested me to be there as well I was flooded with panic. It's all I have been able to think about. But Theo cannot go. I do not want to anger The Dark Lord anymore than he will already be.

“Please. We will tell you everything we can when we get back. I promise.” I squeeze his hand reassuringly.

Still looking unconvinced he pulls me into a hug and kisses the top of my head. “Please be safe, Bambina. Draco, please bring her straight back here.”

With Theo releasing him from their man hug, he puts his hand on Dracos shoulder and steps back. With one final look, Draco takes my hand in his and the uncomfortable twist and pull from the belly we are home. Malfoy Manor.

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Aunt Cissy is standing outside the gates of the Manor awaiting our arrival.

“Mum. Is he here already?” Draco asks quietly while hugging his mother and giving her a chast kiss on the cheek.

“Yes. He's inside waiting for you two.” She pulls me as well and kisses my cheek. “Come on. We have to hurry. Need not anger him. Remember what I taught you both?” Closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, I locked all my doors. Stealing myself off. I turn and see Draco doing the same.

Making our way into the manor feels like a death sentence. As soon as we walk through the doors we can hear screams. Female screams. And then that laugh that haunts my dreams. My mothers laughed.

There, sitting at the dinner table on a large wingback chair sits the Dark Lord.

“Ah, my Protégés have arrived. Sit. Sit.” He waves his hand out to indicate for us to sit next to him at the table. As we make our way around the table I see many familiar faces. Nott Sr. Umbridge. Snape. The Carrows. Crabbe Sr. Goyle Sr. Aunt Cissy, Lucius, and of course my mom and dad. Bellatrix and Rodolphus.

“Little Lestrange. Your father tells me you have come a long way with your training.” His red eyes are trained on me. I can feel a pinch in between my eyes. I try to focus on his words. “Yes my lord.”

The room is silent. “Then how come… You and the young Malfoy boy have yet to fix the cabinet?” I feel Draco stiffen next to me.

I am starting to sweat, “Well my lord.” I swallow hard. “It has proven to be more difficult than we originally anticipated..” He is pushing through now. Breaking all the locks he sees.

“And here I was… hoping your father wasn't lying to me. That you could in fact be useful.” out of the corner of my eye I can see Rodolphus seething. “Stand up Little Lestrange.” Taking a deep breath I stand up beside my chair.

“Rodolphus, why don't you show us some of your… training methods.” I stiffen, eyes darting to aunt Cissy, only to realize that she can't help me. Breathe…

Then before I realize,He shouts. “Crucio” I try to stay strong. I try to focus all of my energy on staying standing. He is still pushing through my mind and now with me being distracted images of Adrian, Pansy, Blaise and Draco flashes through my mind. Late night study sessions, stolen kisses in alcoves, dress shopping. He rips through my memories one by one.

“Remove the disillusionment charm Bellatrix. Let her show us her true self.”

“Please” I pleaded quietly to the floor. I see her flick her wrist “as you wish my lord”.

My eyes wander to Draco. I have never shown him my scars. I have never told him what goes on when I am not at Hogwarts or here. No one knows but my parents.

My skin feels chilled and I know that the charm was removed as well as the jumper that I was wearing. Gasps and murmurs from around the group. Tears streaming down my face and Draco's eyes are fully gray as he stares at me.

“There she is…” The Dark Lord smiles sinisterly. “Again.” This time it's Bellatrix to cast the curse, smiling her yellow teeth at me.

“Crucio.” I'm screaming. The pain is deafening. White hot blades working their way from inside my skin trying to get out. His attack on my mind doesn't stop. This time. Images of Theo work their way to the forefront of my mind. I try to push them back but I am so weak.

Late nights by the lake. Butterflies in my stomach when he calls me “Mi ragazza”. His smile as he kisses my hand. Falling asleep on him in the common room. The way my heart wrenches when he comes back from visiting his father, covered in bruises and with broken bones.

I can't fight back. I finally break, falling to the floor.

“Nott....” the Dark Lord stops his attack and turns towards the elder Nott. “Ah yes. Your heir… Why hasn't he been marked?”

Nott Sr. Looks confused, eyes narrowed as he looks from me to the Dark Lord. “He doesn't have what it takes my Lord… He is a disgrace and a disappointment to our family name.” Disgust riddles the elders' words.

The Dark Lord contemplates this for a second “Our Little Lestrange here, begs to differ. It seems she cares a great deal for your son…” I am struggling to breathe when I am lifted by my arm, to stand by my father. “Nott… Come forward.” My vision is starting to blur but I can see Nott Sr. coming to stand in front of me.

“What do you think your son thinks of our little Lestrange? Do you think that her feelings are… reciprocated…?” The elder Nott assesses me closely. “I am not certain, my lord.” he says solemnly.

“I see… What do you think, little Lestrange?” I can barely think, let alone will myself to speak.

“SPEAK” The Dark Lord yells, with a flick of his wand I'm screaming, pain coursing through my body. “N-no… M-my L-lord.” I can feel the blood starting to trickle from the laceration he created just now on my collar bone. Blood slithering down my arm and my chest.

Deep in thought the Dark Lord “ Well… What about you Nott. Are you interested in our Little Lestrange?” Stepping up to me I can feel Nott Sr. coming closer. Running his fingers down my scar over my eye.

The other men in the room are watching intently “Well… I guess without all the scars she was quite attractive. Perky breasts. Round behind.” His hand trails from my face down to my collar bone. I try to squirm away but I am unable to while being held in place by Rodolphus. Hands ghosting over my right breast, I involuntarily take a deep haggard breath.

“She seems eager for an affectionate touch from a Nott… How about the rest of you?... Greyback? Dolohov?...” The Dark Lord suggests to the rest of the men around the room. “I hear they can be quite… intense…” The Dark Lord whispers to me.

Both men rise from their seats to come near me, just as eager as Nott. Sr. Tears are flowing freely now. I can still sense them standing in front of me. Eyes trained on me, licking their lips.

My breathing picks up, my limbs locked in place. Whimpers of pain and fear escaping my mouth.

“Now, Now… Settle down Little Lestrange. They won't touch you… Not yet…”

“Sit back down.” He dismisses the men to be seated again and my vision has cleared a bit he speaks to me again.

“You will fix that cabinet. You will get us into Hogwarts. If not…” He goes quiet and looks around at the men who had all been standing around me

“Then you get a taste of what life is like for your precious Nott Jr. at home.” His snake-like smile reaches Draco and with a wave of his hand he calls my cousin to attention. “Malfoy… Get our Little Lestrange back to school. You have a cabinet to fix.”

Draco doesn't need to be told twice. With quick movements he carefully takes me from Rodolphus’ hold and walks me out of the dinner room.

Once we are out of earshot of the others Draco tries to talk to me, I think he is trying to calm me down, but I can't concentrate on what he's saying. He picks me up bridal style and my head lays limply on his chest.

His heart is beating rapidly. Whispering to me. Words unclear. The blood is draining from the new laceration fast. I feel the pull of apparition but as soon as we land back in the dorm I feel as if I'm drying.

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As the Sun Sets // Halloween // Part Five

TW: slight physical abuse

Part Six

Scarlets POV:

I haven't gone to the lake since that night with Theo. He hasn't said anything but I can tell he wants to. Behind his typical flirty demeanor there is a flash of sadness when he meets my eyes. I don't know what to say if he asks me about it though. How can I show him that I am okay? I don't need pity. I am stronger than he thinks.

The dance is in a few hours and I am sitting on my four poster bed working on my alchemy project when Pansy bursts through the door.

“You're not dressed yet? The dance starts soon and I want to have some punch before Blaise and Theo spike it with Ogdens." Pansy is wearing a tight square neck dress. She cleverly charmed devil horns on her head, her shoulder length black hair is curled and has a tail behind her magically swaying back and forth.

“I was just finishing up one equation before the dance.” Closing my books and tucking the parchment inside I get up and flick my wand at myself. My hair is flowing down, some pieces pinned on the back of my head with a white bow. A charmed halo appeared above my head and angel wings on my back. The dress pansy chose for me is identical to her own, but white.

“You look hot, Scar. These boys are going to go crazy tonight.” She is giddy as she pulls me out the door heading for the great hall.

Standing by the door to the Great Hall is Blaise and Theo. Both in suits that match the red on Pansys dress perfectly. Magic horns on their heads as well but no tails, even with Pansys incessant begging.

Blaise is talking to Adrian who is wearing a white tux with his own charmed halo atop his brown hair. Theo seems to be flirting with Padma who is dressed as a warrior princess.

Whistling comes from Blaise and Adrian as me and Pansy walk down the stairs. I link my arms with Adrian as he snakes his arm around my waist and kisses me. “You look so sexy angel, though I am a little surprised you are willing to show so much skin.” He says while pulling back slightly to look me over.

My smile falters at Adrian's words. “I guess it is a little much for me, huh?” I mumbles looking down at my outfit. After some conversation, I look over to Pansy who is fussing with Blaise's suit jacket. Then I make eye contact with Theo who is behind Adrian, he has completely disregarded Padma's presence and is staring back at me. His face is flush and smiling at me. “I think you look great, Scarlet.” He then quickly looks back to Padma as she leads him to the dance floor.

After an hour it seems that more people are dancing. Though that could be from the help of Blaise and Theos little party gift in the punch bowl. Pansy is dancing with Blaise and… Luna? Storing that memory away for me to ask her about later. I look around some more and I finally spot Theo. He's sitting at a table with Padma. His big hands are sliding up and down her toned leg while she whispers in his ear. An unwanted wave of jealousy washes over me as I walk over to where Adrian is.

I place myself on his lap, kissing his cheek. “Are you having a good time?” I ask as my arms wrap around the back of his neck. He's tense, keeping his voice low so only I can hear him. “No Scarlet. I've been sitting here alone, while you're out there dancing like a slut for everyone to watch. It's bloody pathetic.”

My face drops.. “What do you mean? I thought you liked my costume?” Sadness laces my voice as I look down at my dress and back to him.

“That was before I watched every boy in here stare at you all night. Even your best friend. Nott hasn't stopped staring at you.” Adrian's voice grew angrier while his face morphs into disgust when he was talking about Theo.

“Me and Theo are just friends, it's not like that. You're the only person I want to be here with Adrian.” I try to grab his face again so I can kiss him, but instead he grabs my wrists, hard, and pushes me off of him.

Landing flat on my arse, I look up to Adrian with a hurt expression on my face “Find me when you're done acting like a pathetic whore.” He sneers, giving me one final look of disgust as he storms out of the Great Hall leaving me sitting there alone, my wrists pulsating from the pressure that he had applied to them.

Maybe Draco was right to skip the dance. With Theo all over Padma and the way Adrian reacted, I wish I would have stayed in with him. We have so much to accomplish in the upcoming months. Plus the meeting we have at home soon, we should really be working on the cabinet.

I'm lost in thought, when I feel a pair of big hands wrap gently around my arm and help me up. “Care to explain why you're on the floor, love?” Blaise's voice snaps me from my trance as I turn to look at him. “Oh, uh. I fell. Silly me.”

Blaise stare has always been a little intense. “Mhm. If that's so, why are you crying and your wrists red?” I look down, they do look red. “I uh. I--” He cuts me off, gently placing his hand around each wrist pulling me into his chest for a hug. “Tell your bloody boyfriend if he places his hands on you again, I'll kill him.” When he pulls away I look down at the ground in embarrassment.

Blaise has always been able to read me. Not that I was trying to hide it at the moment. “I’m sorry.” I whisper as Blaise's finger reaches under my chin and lifts my head up so my eyes meet his. “No need to apologize, love.” He wipes the tears off of my face and places a kiss on my forehead “You're free to come join me and Theo, if you want.” He offers. I look back over the brunette boy who is currently kissing Padmas neck. I politely decline.

Blaise gives me a small smile and a slight nod. He doesn't have to say anything. Blaise has always teased me about having a crush on the tallest member of our group, though it was never confirmed. Until just now.

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After my small talk with Blaise I excused myself from the Great Hall. As nice as the offer was to spend the rest of the night with my friends, I definitely did not want to sit there watching Theo get more and more handsy with Padma. So, that's how I found myself making my way to the seventh floor to where I know Draco will be.

When I arrived at the Room of Requirement, Draco presented me with a letter addressed to both me and him from Cissy. He seems nervous, so I can only assume that whatever is written within the letter is awful news.

With shaky hands I open the letter:

My dearest Draco and Scarlett,

I trust this letter finds you both in good health and strong spirits. As you may be aware, we have some very important quests that will be staying with us for the time being. It is with utmost importance that I extend an invitation to you both, especially Scarlett to join our gathering at Malfoy Manor in five days' time.

I must stress that this special occasion is of the utmost importance. Please make the proper arrangements in order to arrive promptly.

I am eager for your arrival and look forward to seeing you both again.

With all my love and anticipation,

Narcissa Malfoy

After reading the letter it did nothing but force us to work even harder knowing that we have a meeting with The Dark Lord. We spent what felt like hours working on this bloody cabinet, and I was tired. I decided to make my way back to my dorm to sleep, leaving Draco to continue alone.

My body is sore from exhaustion and my wrist ached. When I open the door to my dorm I see movement from Pansys bed. It's dark, I can't make anything out, but she is definitely not alone. Quickly making my way back to the common room I decide to lay on the couch and wait out here until Pansy and her guests are done.

“Mi Tesoro?” I hear a quiet voice from beside me on the couch. I sleepily look over, searching for the messy mop of brown hair.

“Mi Tesoro? Why are you laying out here?” Theo stands in his red suit by the hall to the boy common room with Padma standing awkwardly behind him, sending me a sheepish wave.

Wiping the tired from my eyes I look back at him “Pansy has someone in our room. I was just going to wait out here.” Theo looks at me then turns to Padma and whispers something to her. I can see her face turn to a sad smile and she nods slightly before saying goodnight and making her way out of the common room.

He walks up and stands in front of me, putting a hand out to me. “Come on. You can sleep in Draco's bed. He said he wasn't going to be back till morning. I am sure he wouldn't mind.” I look at him for a second.

His hair is messy as someone was running their hands through it and there are love bites on his neck. Jealousy pulses through me , which quickly turns to sadness. “You didn't have to send her away for me. I could have slept on the couch out here.” Theo grows inpatient, grabs my wrists and pulls me off the couch. “You’re not sleeping out here. Plus, she understands.”

I wince slightly but hold it back so he doesn't notice. He holds my hand while he leads me to his dorm. Once inside I get the familiar scent of limes and lavender.

He leads me so I sit on his bed while he goes into his wardrobe and grabs a shirt for me to wear. “So. Are you going to tell me what happened? Adrian seemed upset when he left.” His voice is strained but he's smiling at me from the side of the room, a single curl falling into his face.

I groan into my hands but before I can come up with a lie, I feel the ghost of his large hands on my wrists. “Mi Tesoro, did I do this?” His voice is laced with guilt. I’m confused as to what he means, then I remember how he grabbed me to get me off the couch.

Stifling a laugh and occluding a little harder I remove my hands and let them sit in my lap, playing with the hem of the shirt he handed me.

“No, of course not.” I explain. Theo has always been gentle to me. He would never hurt me. He sits next to me on the bed now looking suspiciously at me. “You're occluding. Who did this to you?”

I'm quiet for a couple seconds but I can tell he won't let it go until I tell him the truth. The real truth. I don't lie to Theo… Well. about most things.

“He wasn't a fan of the attention I was getting with my costume.” I can't look at him. Embarrassment written all over my face. I can tell he is getting angry but I continue.

“He said that I was asking for attention and that it was pathetic. That I am pathetic for dressing like a whore” Now my own hand is ghosting over my wrist. “I was in an accident. He was just angry.”

Looking down at my fingers running through the hem of the shirt “I bruise easy is all.”

When I finally find the courage to look up at him he's just staring at my hands. His jaw clenching so hard I’m scared his teeth will shatter. Slowly, he takes my bruised wrists into his hand ever so carefully he pulls out his wand with his other hand and wordlessly heals the bruises on both wrists. Bringing up my wrist to his face he places a chaste kiss on each where the bruising once was.

“You're not pathetic Scarlet.” He is looking at me now. His eyes are more green than I have seen them since I taught him to occlude. I give him a quiet thank you and head to the bathroom to change into the shirt he gave me. When he first gave it to me I had assumed it was one of Dracos. But this one is longer on me than Dracos usually are on me and smells like lime and lavender.

Of Theo.

Once I changed and made it back into the room, he was facing away from me shirtless changing out of his halloween costume. I take a second to appreciate the muscle tone on his back. They way they flex while he reaches to button on his trousers.

When I realize what he's doing I squeak out “I'm so sorry” causing him to turn around while I cover my eyes. ”I didn't know you were changing.”

I hear a low laugh “You've seen me shirtless before, Mi Tesoro” I can feel the heat coming off my cheeks. Of course I have seen him shirtless, but he was undressing further when I walked in.

A few moments later I hear “All done.” The smugness in his voice causes me to blush more. I uncover my eyes and he's still shirtless, standing tall with black satin pajama bottoms hanging low on his hips. “You know, if you wanted to see me naked all you had to do is ask.”

He's smirking at me running his long fingers through his brown locks. My eyes drop to his toned chest, watching the muscles strain with each movement. My face is redder than before, if that is even possible.

Theo has changed alot since last school year. He is more defined, less thin as he was the years prior. There is a new scar along his stomach right above his belly button. There is also a thin line of hair leading into the hem of his trousers. Just barely, you can make out an outline there.

I try my very best not to ogle too long. I bite my bottom lip slightly, walking slowly towards him, my eyes racking up and down his body. My heart is beating loudly in my chest. I put my hand out and placed it on the new scar on his stomach, tracing along it. He flinches slightly.

“Father wanted to teach me the proper way to use a knife. I wasn't able to heal it in time.” He says barely above a whisper, his breathing picks up. “I'm so sorry Theo. You don't deserve this.” Wrapping his long arms around me he pulls me into him he whispers “Neither do you Mi Tesoro.”

We stayed there for a while. Just breathing each other in. Trying to heal all the trauma the other has endured with our embrace. Once he let go, I immediately missed his warmth. I snuggled up in Draco's bed but was engulfed in the smell of Theo.

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• — MY SHORTS DONT HAVE LACES — •

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PAIRING(S): theodore nott x fem. reader !!

WARNING(S): smut

SUMMARY: Hermoine is aware of y/n’s feelings toward theo, therefore when she gets the chance, hermoine makes it her job to get them close to eachother

A/N: i hope you enjoy this and my next write might be tom riddle (teacher) x fem. reader so lmk ur opinion on that😬

You and Hermione were in your shared dorm, getting ready together for the pool party thrown.

You put your matching black swimsuits on and put your hair up so that it doesnt get wet from the water.

“Hermoineeeee” you sigh. “Is- is uhh is, is theo gonna be there?” You ask hesitantly.

Hermoine had always been aware of your feelings toward theo and she made no effort to stop teasing you about it.

“Ugh, y/n, yes he is” she spoke as she rolled her eyes.

“Do i look good, should i tie my hair or keep it in a claw-clip like this? Omg idk what to do i feel so ugly. Should i change this swimsuit?” you complain

“Y/l/n, one more word i swear. You look gorgeous, ur perfect. How many times do i need to tell you that?” She said.

You jump into her arms before she could finish, “god hermoine i love you” you say.

“Yeah i know bla bla bla bla, now we have a party to get to and boys to impress” she winked before dragging you out of the room.

You get to the party and ur eyes immediately begin scanning the room, in search of theo. In no time you spot him, sat in the hot tub with cormac, harry, ron, ginny, and luna.

Hermoine notices your intentions and grabs your hand leading you to the hot tub, “hermoine, no, im not ready yet!!” you sigh.

“too bad” she says before jumping in the hot tub. “shoot, y/n, there’s no more place for you, but im sure theo would be more than pleasured to keep you on his lap” she giggled.

You and theo didn’t hate eachother, you weren’t friends either. However, there was always tension between the two of you, even Neville could catch it.

He patted on his lap, gesturing for you to come over “c’mere” he said. You drag ur feet in the water and adjust ur sitting on his lap.

Looks and smiles exchange between everyone in the tub and you begin to feel the tension form. Cormac, next to you, starts talking about his previous experience with the ladies and other stuff.

And while ur listening, trying to act interested in whatever he’s talking about, you feel something poke from under you.

You also feel theo’s hands wrap around ur waist from under water which makes you let out a loud gasp, loud enough for the people in the hot tub to hear at least.

Everyones heads turn around to you, “sorry guys, thought i saw a bug” you laugh it off and all ur friends go back to their conversations.

The poking from under you only got more annoying, so you turn ur head, “theo, the laces of ur swimsuit are poking me, can u do something about it?” You speak.

“Cara mia, my shorts don’t have laces” he whispers to you, you could feel his breath on ur ear. “Fuck theo” you say.

He looks at you and then says something again “i say we get out of here darling before i can’t control myself anymore”.

You immediately jump up, and theo follows you. “If you’ll excuse us, we have some business to manage” he jokes pointing at the both of you.

“Get out of here man” Ron laughs.

“God please no” this, from Luna.

“Off you go” hermoine says smiling.

Theo then grabs your hand, two towels, and starts leading you back to his dorm. On ur way there, he wraps one of the towels around you, making sure you’re not cold.

When you get there, the Slytherin boy wastes no time locking the door and smashing his lips onto yours, immediately also allowing his tongue to slip in.

The kiss was not sweet, it was slow yet passionate and hungry. The boy was practically eating your face off while he has you pinned on the wall.

In a sudden movement, theo slips his hands under your thighs and carries you up into his arms. He carries you to his bed, the kiss ongoing, and makes you lay there.

He wastes no time unclasping your bikini and sucking on your tits. Your fingers meet his hair and you start tugging at it as he sucks on your nipples.

He leaves kisses on your boobs and cups them while he moves back up to your lips. They meet again and this time the kiss is faster, deeper, and hungrier.

“I- i.. fuck” he says in between kisses.

“Mhm?” you wonder.

“My friend down there, fucking hell, he needs attention.” the boy explains.

You laugh and start working your way, trying to remove his shorts. He turns over making sure to provide you with enough space to take control.

You make your way down, leaving kisses down his ab lines. You slowly lower his shorts and begin trailing his v line with your fingers.

You then remove his shorts completely and for a second, you are taken back by his large size.

His wet, throbbing cock was now inches away from your face. You begin by licking his tip, slowly and carefully before taking him in all in one go.

To that, he gasps, his hands then move to your head guiding you, he grabs onto your hair and leads you.

He even makes you gag a few times when he hits your throat, which you pinch his thigh for that.

You speed up your movements as you wanted to be the one to make him cum first, and you wanted to be the one that makes it happen faster.

“Cara mia” he spoke. “Im gonna.. soon. Im gonna.. fuck”.

You mumble a quick mhm as you speed your movements.

“Fuck you’re so good at this”. he praised

You smiled to yourself before he finally came on your mouth, he squeezed your hair as he released.

You move back up to him and stick your tongue out to show him you swallowed it. You then start kissing him again, slipping your tongue inside, his hands wrapping around your waist.

“You know ur actually gorgeous, youre so perfect. A goddess i swear” he said as you were sat on his lap, staring deep into his eyes.

“Tell me something in italian” you ask.

“Hmm? Something like what ehh?” he smirks.

“Anything” you smile.

“Well.. ti scoperò finché non potrai più camminare.” he said in a whisper.

“And that means?” you wonder.

“I’ll fuck you till you cant walk” he spills.

“Oh is that so?” you giggle.

he nods and then you give him the look of affirmation before he slams into you, which makes you let out a gasp before adjusting yourself to his size.

You then start working ur hips in sync with his, riding him while his hands roam ur body, touching every bit of skin he could get his hands on.

“Fff.. fuckkk, you look too good like this” he praised. “dannatamente perfetto”. (fucking perfect)

you smile and in a sudden movement, he flips you over so hes in control, he starts speeding and you grab onto the sheets for dear life.

He leans in and kisses you, you moan into his mouth and his swollen tip hits your spot, the one that sends you to the moon and back.

“FUCKING HELL!!” you scream, “THEODORE IM GONNA CUM”. He speeds up his movements and guides you as you release.

“è stato fantastico, bellissimo” (that felt amazing, beautiful) he spoke slumping on the bed next to you.

“You really gotta start teaching me italian so i can understand what ur saying” you chuckle.

“Oh yeah? What if i dont want you to understand what im saying” he teased.

“Uhh oh, we might have a problem then” you both laugh as he hugs u tightly, kissing ur temple.

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“You owe me.” “I owe you $20 not a day of pretending to date you to get him off your back.”

Isaac Lahey X Reader

TW; Mentions of physical abuse.

Word Count: 819

You have looked in the locker room, the art room and outside in the quad and still can’t find him. You woke up this morning, put on the cutest outfit you own and spent extra time on your hair and came up with the best plan.. There is no chance he will say no… Right?

As you walk into the library you finally spot the messy mop of dirty blonde hair.

“Isaac! Isaac!” You whisper shout as you walk over to where he is sitting in the ground leaning against one of the bookshelves. You don’t know why this wasn’t the first place you looked. This has always been a safe space for Isaac to come to when he needed to get away.

“Y/N! Y/N!” he whispers, shouts back successfully, mocking me with a cocky grin on his lips.

Laughing, You walk over and drop my bag next to him and it’s a quiet thump. “I had the most perfect idea, and before you say ‘no’ just hear me out?” You ask with a pleading look on your face. Isaac eyes you suspiciously and slowly nods his head for you to continue.

Isaac and you have been friends since we were six. Your moms were best friends and would force you two to hangout with each other all the time. Even when he thought girls had cooties. He has always been my favorite person and you did everything you could to protect him. When he would get picked on in school you would tell off anyone who was mean to him. When he would get hurt on the playground you would be the first one to help him clean and bandage his wounds. When his mom died and he started coming to school with bruises and cuts that he refused to explain to you, you made sure that your window was always cracked and unlocked for him to climb through.

He said he always felt safe when he was with you. And since you couldn’t do anything about his dad hurting him, you did the best thing you could think of. You were always there for him. He was your best friend after all.

“So you know how Matt won’t leave me alone? How he asks me out every time he sees me?” You ask nervously while nibbling slightly on your lip.

Still looking at you with suspicion he shakes his head yes. “Well I was thinking that maybe. You would pretend to be my boyfriend. Just for a day to get him off my back.” You rushed out. Anxious to see his reaction.

He’s quiet for a moment, before looking at you like you’ve lost my mind. “Are you crazy? He will never believe that.” He laughs nervously.

Turning towards him you put my hands together and begged the dirty blonde next to you. “Please Isaac. Please, please. I know this will work and you’re my best friend, who better to pretend to date than you?”

He rolls his eyes “Why can't you ask Scott?”

“It’s more believable if it’s you. I mean we’ve been best friends forever, half the school thinks there is something going on between us anyways.” You say with a roll of your eyes.

It's true. Since Isaac and you have been friends for so long, everyone is always bothering you two about when you're going to start dating. It's not that you don't like Isaac that way. You do. You love him, and he has told you he loves you too. But you both agreed that you should stay friends. You are both too important for the other to lose.

Isaac looks at you seriously. “I don’t think this is a good idea, Y/N.”

“I really didn't want to do this… But you owe me Isaac Lahey.” His seriousness drops into a look of guilt.

He did owe you. After he was turned by Derek, and after he accidentally attacked you, you stayed at Dereks with him for weeks, until he found his anchor. Which by the way he still hasn't told you what it is.

He sighs in defeat. “I meant I owe you $20 not a day of pretending to date you to get him off your back.” Isaac has never been able to say no to your pouty face, and with everything you did for him in the past he grudgingly agrees.

“Fine, I will help you. Just know that I think this is a horrible idea.” He states with a half smile. Your smile on the other hand is wide and excited. You throw your arms around him in excitement. “Thank you! Thank you!” you cheer, kissing his cheek.

“Tomorrow, be ready!” You yell getting up and walking out of the library. As he watches you walk away all Isaac can think about is how screwed he is to fake date the love of his life.

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As the Sun Sets // Dreams // Part Four

TW: Physical abuse

Theodores POV:

“It is not me. Trust me Scarlet. Besides, I would be a horrible boyfriend.” I chuckled lightly. Ever since I was pulled off of Adrian while he was getting ready to leave the train last year. Pansy has known it’s Scarlet, who I love.

Scarlet was nestled beside me to fight the cold. I can feel the warmth of her blanket through my robes.

“Any girl would be lucky to call you their boyfriend, you're a great guy. Even if you don't think so. I have met a lot of terrible guys.. You, Theodore Nott, are not one of them. You're one of the good ones.” she grabs my hand.

Fuck are her hands soft. Don’t stop touching me please. I can't stop the blushes that creep to my face. Gods, the scent of honey, Earl Grey and Vanilla is overflowing with my scenes. When she lets go, my hand immediately gets cold from the loss of contact.

All of a sudden she is leaning over me. Fuck. Her breasts are grazing over my cock. All of my blood rushing to my dick, I'm starting to feel myself strain in my pants. Keep it cool Theo. Casually wrapping my cloak around me.

As soon as she sits back up smiling at me I feel as though cold water is dumped on me.

Burn marks all over her arm. Some older, some newer. Cuts riddled her long honey toned leg. Is that the word ‘pathetic’ scared over the top of her thigh?

Occluding just like she taught me I turn away and look out at the water.

I can hear her talking but I can’t stop thinking about who would do this to her? Did she do it to herself? “I have heard that you fancy someone as well. Are you gonna tell me who this time? You must know they need my approval to date my Theodore.” She bumps into my shoulder.

I wondered if she would hurt herself like this. Intentionally write that into herself… But she wouldn't do that… So who would? My jaw and fits clenching at the thought that maybe it was because of Adrian.

“Hey, I’m sorry Theo. I was just joking. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to.” Her words snap me out of my thoughts. Oh bloody hell Theo you're making her apologize. She doesn’t need to apologize for anything. You’re making her sad. She was trying to joke around and you're freezing up.

I have to leave. I have to figure out who did this. I have to leave before I start getting angry. Who is making her feel this way? Getting up I wipe the grass off my trousers and start to leave. But before I leave she has to know…

“You’re not pathetic Scarlet.” I whisper so quietly that hopefully she didn’t hear me. Looking at her beautiful face then down to the scars that riddle her body, instantly I see her eyes change from the cloudy green to fully foggy.

Of course she would occuled. She has covered herself in disillusionment charms for ceric knows how long. The barley there sheen has always caught my eye but I know better than to ask about it.

Fuck. I feel my heart pounding in my ears as I make my way back to my dorm. Why did I leave her there? She obviously went there to be alone. She didn’t want you there. Stop. She didn’t want you to see her. Stop. She thinks you’re disgusted by what you saw.

I could never be disgusted by her. She’s beautiful. The way her green eyes sparkle when all her doors are open. The way her blonde hair shines in the sunlight. How when she laughs it's the most contagious laugh I have ever heard. She is perfect to me, and I have loved her since I first met her when we were 11 years old at kings cross.

Pansy. I have to talk to Pansy. Maybe she will tell me. She can also hopefully get this ridiculous idea out of Scarlet's head that I fancy her. Why would I fancy anyone other than Scarlet? She’s perfect. What if Pansy doesn't know? I mean she has always been disillusioned. Draco? We are best friends, but that is his family.. He wouldn't betray her like that… If he even knew.

Fuck.

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I couldn't sleep at all once I got back to the dorm. Visions of her being tortured in my head. Everytime I close my eyes all I can see is her in pain. Why was that carved into her leg? Where did those burns and cuts come from? Were those the only ones on her? Are there more words carved into her beautiful honey skin?

I have many matching scars as I saw on her arm all over my body from my father as well. Thankfully I learned healing spells at a young age and was able to heal them all before they were scared.

But why hadn't Scarlet. If she was scared, how come she didn't heal them? Why let them stay? Maybe she couldn't heal them. Maybe she was forced to keep them. Stop. I need to talk to Pansy.

Walking to breakfast I spot her just a few feet ahead of me. She looks better than last night. Not that she didn't look good last night. Just that she looks lighter, happier. Arm in arm with Pansy. Scars clearly disillusioned.

Breakfast was the same as always. Pansy doing her nails, talking about the upcoming halloween dance with Scarlet. Draco and Blaise doing a mediocre job at acting friendly while including Adrian in their conversation about quidditch practice last night.

Then I see Adrian’s hand go under the table to rest on Scarlet’s thigh. My jaw clenches. The thigh with that word carved into her. I see her face flinch at the contact but just for a moment before she occludes a little more and settles back into smiling and chatting with Pansy.

Picking at my eggs and toast I hear Pansy is trying to get my attention

“Who are you taking to the dance Theo?” Everyone is looking at me now. Snapping back on my classic Theo personality. I drawl “Maybe I’ll ask patil to go.” Looking for the twin across a sea of people eating breakfast. Patil and I have been friends for about a year now. Hooking up occasionally but nothing serious.

“I haven’t thought about the dance too much actually.” And if I'm being honest. I was going to ask Scarlet but now that she is with Adrian again I don’t know. “Well Scarlet and I are going to be an Angle and a Devil.” Pansy exclaims grinning wildly.

“Well obviously you will be a Devil Pans because you’re such a bit-“ Blaise was cut short with what I assume to be a kick to the shin from under the table. “Point made” Blaise mumbled under his breath rubbing his shin under the table.

Pansy continued “What will the rest of you be? I know Adrian is going to be an angel as well so he can match Scar.” Pansys voice grew quiet towards the end leaving a distasteful look on her face.

“And because she is my Angel.” He says placing a kiss on top of her head.

“Pans I don’t think I am even going to go. Dressing up is rather childish don’t you think? Plus I have better things to do than hang around a bunch of people who I despise..” Draco argues from beside me.

“Well you’ve been a party pooper all year, so I expect nothing less from you” Pansy said matter of factly “Theo, Blaise? What will you be? If you don't choose anything I will just have you escort me."

"Yeah, yeah that’s fine Pans” Blaise waves his hand in a motion to indicate he doesn’t care. “Sounds great, Pans, maybe I will find my own little devil to take back to my dorm with me” I say while raising my eyes seductively.

With all of us walking to class Scarlet hasn't talked to or looked my way once. I tried to get her attention throughout the day but it's all been short. “Thank you Theo.” “No thank you.” “See you later Theo.” If she was trying to act like nothing happened, not talking to me at all or as usual, isn't normal. She is my best friend. ——————————————————————————————————

After classes are done for the day I make my way through the door of Pansy and Scarlets dorm. I am immediately hit with the smell of vanilla and earl gray. Pansy is fussing over two red dresses on her bed. Different shades of red. One darker than the other. One lighter in color with sparkles and strapless.

“Oh good you’re here!” Pansy exclaims with a clap of her hands. “I need your help deciding which dress to wear. This one?” Flicking her wand she puts on the first dress. Short, sparkly and strapless. And the second. Darker, one shoulder and also extremely short.

“I would definitely shag you in that first one” I say with a flop onto her bed. “First one it is!” Flicking her wand back to her peach satin pajamas.

“So Theo boy. What can I do for you?” She says coming to sit on the opposite end of the bed. “And hexing Adrian is not an option. Though I have been really considering it lately.”

“No hexing as of yet Pans. But maybe later.” I smirk. “I came to talk to you about Scarlet… Ha-“ I was cut off with a groan from the raven haired girl I call my friend. “Theo, listen. I love you, I do. But I cannot listen to you whine about her and Adrian anymore.”

Rolling my eyes “I do NOT whine about her…” Pansy has known about me being in love with Scarlet since 4th year. She caught me beating the piss out of Seamus Finnigan for talking about how much of an annoying swot Scarlet is and caught on even more when I threatened to Crucio Adrian once we found out he was cheating on her.

“The other night she said she had a nightmare.. She looked awful Pans..” Pansy looking sad nods her head. “She gets them every now and then. Quite terrible honestly. Screaming, crying. I often have to hold her down to stop her convulsions.” Horror was written all over my face.

“Who are these nightmares about Pans? Has she told you?” I don't understand. She has never mentioned having such extreme nightmares. Trying to think back on anything that could have hinted to such nightmares, I come up with nothing.

“Her father… But I don't know anything else about them other than what she yells in her sleep. I have tried to ask but she just makes something up. Being late for her O.W.L.S or failing them. Nothing that would make her freak out the way I’ve seen.” She looks over at Scarlet's bed.

“What does she yell in her sleep Pans?” I question quieter than I intended.

Pansy hesitates for a moment. “‘Please stop’ ‘I can't take anymore’. I don't know what’s going on in those nightmares… But it's always the same. She screams as if she is being tortured, then she goes to the bathroom and will come back out like nothing happened. Won’t talk about it or tell me anything.”

Nodding my head in understanding,I stand up, kiss pansy on the top of her head.

Her father? She’s only ever told us that he’s an auror for the French ministry. And that she spends most of her time with the Malfoys because he's away often on missions… None of this makes any sense, and I cent help the thought that maybe she is hiding more.

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