"And you're sure it'll only stop the two of them?" Draco asked, his eyes narrowed and skeptical of the curly haired Gryffindor.
"Yes, Malfoy, I'm sure." Hermione replied, annoyed at the Slytherin boys skeptics.
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Theodore Nott and Y/N L/N were completely oblivious and deep in denial. The amount of times the two gushed to their respective friends about something the other did was far too many.
It was obvious that they liked each other. Everyone knew, but them it seemed, and it was unbearable. Especially for their friends who couldn't take the constant talks about how much one liked the other but 'It would never happen because he's way out of my league.' or 'She deserves better than me.'
So Harry did the unspeakable, he went and talked to Draco. The two groups came up with a plan.
It was the holidays, Theo and Y/n were already practically a couple, doing things together that no normal friends would, all they weren't doing was kissing or shagging.
The two groups knew there was no way of really forcing them to confess, but if they could get the two to kiss then they'd have to confront the obvious attraction they felt for the other, and surely they wouldn't be able to deny the face that the other liked them.
It was nearly fool proof. The just had to find a way to execute it.
"Mistletoe!" Blaise shouted, grinning as he ran into the room of requirement, the official meeting place for operation Kiss, as Blaise suggested, though no one else wanted to call it that there was no other options.
"What're you on about." Ron said, frowning.
"Mistletoe!" Blaise repeated, still grinning like a madman as he held up the tiny bundle of mistletoe, showing it to everyone in the room.
"Yeah, we get it, mistletoe." Mattheo mocked, "What about it?"
"This," He waved the thing around in his friends face, "Is how we get them to kiss!"
"Mate..." Harry said slowly, "Hate to break it to you, but they've gone under mistletoe before, the completely ignore it. Like literally everyone else does."
"Yeah, I know that." Blaise says, annoyed by the lack of enthusiasm in the room, "But what if we found a way that forced them to not ignore it!" He waited for someone to interrupt him, to say it was a dumb idea, but when no one didn't he went on, "Hear me out, what if when they both walked under it it somehow kept them there! So that they wouldn't be able to leave that spot until they kissed!"
Everyone stared at him, confused but intrigued.
"And how would we do that?"
Blaise rolled his eyes, "Well I don't know." He sassed, "I came up with the idea, you all can figure out how to do it." He huffed as he dropped himself onto one of the many sofas in the room.
As if they were all thinking the same thing they all turned towards Hermione, who looked startled by the attention, "I don't know why you're all looking at me." She frowned.
"Well you're the smartest one here..." Enzo said and the girl pressed her lips into a thin line before she rolled her eyes.
"Well, there probably is a way it's possible, we'd have to modify a potion or maybe even a spell, especially since we don't want to trap others under the mistletoe, so we'd have to find a way to keep it person specific..." Hermione then rattled on about all the ways they could go about it and soon they had a plan.
It took a week for things to be ready.
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"Have your friends been acting weird lately?" Y/N asked Theo as they walked out of potions.
"More than usual actually." The boy replied and glanced down at the girl he was sure he wanted to marry.
"Same, and I swear I've seen Hermione talking with Draco so much this week."
"Maybe they're finally getting together." Theo smirked, "Salazar knows it's about time."
The girl laughed and shook her head, "Tell me about it. If they don't get together this year then I'm going to be out of ten galleons."
The pair went quiet for a moment and Y/N took the chance to look up at her best friend. He was beautiful, and quite possibly the love of her life. She had never planned on letting her feelings get this far.
It had only started as a small crush on a boy she was friendly with back in second year. But then they got closer, and the closer they got the harder she fell.
Now they're in their last year and she still hadn't confessed, she figured it was too late, and it was clear he didn't want anything other than friendship from her. He had had multiple girlfriends before, and none of them looked like her, they were quite the opposite actually.
Y/N was counting on losing feelings for him this year, it would be for the best.
As if he could feel her eyes on him Theo turned and looked at her, his green-blue eyes meeting hers. For a moment she felt her heart stop, she was lost in them and the swirling colors.
But then she shook her head and looked forward and started to rant about whatever came to mind. It was a good thing she always had at least one thing to rant about. Or she should say two, but it would be idiotic to rant to Theo about himself. It would also make her feelings for him obvious.
The two turned into a deserted hall and as they passed beneath an arch way they found that neither of them could take a step forward.
Their feet were stuck to the ground.
Y/N turned to Theo frantically, "What's going on?!"
"I dunno, I can't lift my feet off the ground."
"Neither can I..." She went silent and found that she could pivot. She looked around, and it wasn't until she looked up that she saw mistletoe hung from the high archway. But surely that had nothing to do with it, so she ignored it.
"Did the twins do this?" Theo started to ask but then remembered that the infamous pranksters had graduated. But that was all either of them could come up with, it was something the twins would do.
So maybe it was a Weasly.
The pair ended up staring at each other, the both of them ignoring the close proximity and the fact that their chests were touching.
After ten minutes Y/N had come up with an idea. It was a stupid one and she wasn't sure if it would even work. But Theo wouldn't stop staring at her and she was sure she looked like a tomato under the heat of his gaze.
"Theo." She said.
"Y/N."
The girl took a deep breath before blurting the words, "Kiss me."
"W-what?" Theo stuttered, his heart beating ten times faster now and a light blush coating his cheeks. His eyes flicked down to the lips he dreamt about kissing, the plump lips he fantasized about at night. He swallowed thickly and met her eyes once more. "I- Why?"
"I'm just-" She paused, "Testing out a theory." She wanted to kiss him, but she didn't at the same time. She didn't want to kiss him under these circumstances, if she was going to kiss him she wanted him to know it was because she liked him.
"Okay..." Theo said slowly and Y/N looked up at him with determination in her eyes.
She took a deep breath and brought her hands up to the boys face, instinctually his hands found her waist, "I really really like Theodore Nott!" She blurted quickly before smashing her lips onto his.
Theo stood still for a moment before he realized she was kissing him, and he wasn't kissing her back. So he did.
The kiss was sloppy, and rushed, and there was passion and hunger in it. Both of them seemed t have forgotten what was happening, losing themselves in the kiss of their lives.
It was only when she tugged on the hairs at the back of Theos head and he let out a groan did Y/N realize what she was doing.
Horrified she pushed him off, and when he stumbled back a step she saw that her theory was right and she bolted off. Running far far away from the boy and her feelings.
Meanwhile Theo stood there, dazed and confused and impossible flustered, and all he could think about was that he had just kissed her. And he knew he was going to marry her.
"She likes me too." He mumbled, smiling to himself as his fingers brushed across his lips.
No clue how to go on from this. Might make part two ;3
"they say the wizarding elite aims to have heirs within a few years of each other, so that when they begin attending hogwarts, they can form a gang, a clique, whatever it is, to represent the prosperity of the pureblood circle, to uphold the values of the sacred twenty eight"
"didn't nott's grandfather write that list?"
"no- well, yes, his father did. but the idea of the wizarding elite predates it. the slytherins have had their heads stuck up their arses since 990 a.d — salazar slytherin himself is who we have to thank for the glorification of pure blood — and so centuries of inbreeding has led to what we now know as the slytherin elite"
"so it's like the wizarding nobility then?"
"not.. exactly. it used to be, many family's from the sacred twenty eight used to hold very real titles and power, but when the magical government became centralised in the 1700's, they were given hereditary seats on the wizengamont to keep them happy, but the power they once held slowly faded — that was around the time when the concept of slytherin gangs began"
"merlins beard, they've been at this for nearly three hundred years? haven't they run out of purebloods to inbreed with yet"
"some have, that's why you don't see any gaunts, beowulf's or volants in the group-"
"if i'm being honest, they all look like the same stuck up gits, you absolutely positive some pureblood lady didn't just pop out fifteen of them at once"
"there's only nine, malfoy and zabini are pretty distinguishable from the others, but you do have a point, i'd bet my left leg they're all at least fifth cousins"
"how do you know so much"
"i read you know, and people watch"
"a'right then, which one is which"
"why do you want to know so much? that's... caster rosier, best avoid him, apparently by the third year he had dated all of slytherin house"
"you're kidding, right"
"and then he moved on to hufflepuff and ravenclaw, but i suppose that's what happens when rita skeeter raises you"
"rita skeeter? poor bloke"
"and he does nothing but gossip, we once had to work together for a potions project and i mentioned that i had a cough and he started a rumour that i had mono"
"i take that back, stuff him"
"and he's supposed to be one of the nice ones. the one sitting next to him, pollux black, is the biggest prick i've ever had the displeasure of meeting, bumped into him once on my way to herbology, the bloody bastard has had it out for me ever since, calls me every foul word you could imagine, told me i was better off dead, i think i'm the reason he's started bullying you as well"
"i thought i was getting bullied by one of the riddles"
"you probably are — if he hits, it's mattheo riddle, if he snitchs, it's draco malfoy, if he's rude, it's pollux black, if he ignores, it's blaise zabini, and if he smokes, it's theodore nott. berkshire, greengrass and rosier are the 'nice ones', by slytherin standards"
"which is the one with the punchable face?"
"eulalio greengrass"
"i was paired with astoria greengrass in transfiguration the other day, and messed up the spell, which cost us the grade, you know what he did when she went crying to him? broke my fucking wand"
"i thought you said you stepped on it-"
"he threatened to have me kicked out of hogwarts if i told anybody!"
"that's just how those people are, think they're above everyone else because of their blood status and house. i think berkshire is the only one with redeemable qualities"
"which one is that"
"are you faceblind-"
Nothing to see here, just MotoGP world champions being happy for Lando Norris cause he's just a cutie patuti
Of course Vale chose one with his merch. He's probably an honory member of the international program of the academy.
EDIT 1: I'll add Casey Stoner, Maverick Vinales and Pecco Bagnaia to the list. Yes. Liking the post counts, sorry buddy.
EDIT 2: And here I am adding Franco Morbidelli, Alex Rins, Luca Marini and Marco Bezzecchi to the list of 'Everyone liked that' - MotoGP - Lando Norris relation - edition.
Honorary mention of the motogp account congratulating him between Fernando Alonso and Lewis Hamilton cause I think it's funny
Everybody is a Lando Norris fan, even (especially) if they are motoGP riders.
EDIT 3: I'm might have forgot Aleix Espargaro's post. Ups.
Other Lando NowWin support ate according to liking the post: Andrea Dovizioso, Fabio DiGiantonnio and Jorge Martin
By the way, I've reached the max. picture number so IF I'll update this, I either have to change it again or it's just text.
He was on his knees, his hands were wrapped around my thighs and I could feel his breath on my stomach. He looks up at me through his lashes, his long lashes that have a natural curl to them, the same lashes I always complained about because I'm jealous of them.
"Please." He begged, his voice was hoarse, he was begging, on his knees and everything. Is it wrong that I like him like this?
"Please what?" I made my voice sound indifferent and crossed my arms over my chest.
"Please, I can't live with out you." He sounded weak, and then his hands started to rub up and down my legs, sensually, "I need you." He whispered and somehow his head under my shirt, leaving fleeting kisses on my stomach.
"Then why'd you do it?" I cocked my head to the side, surprised at how calm my voice sounded, because despite all I wanted to give in, because I needed him too, but he wouldn't get that so easily. If he really wanted me he needed to work for it.
"I was angry, Baby." He whispered, his voice still soft and begging, but now there was something else, lust. "What I did was wrong, please, please, baby. Let me make it up to you." He looked back up to me, and I smiled.
I moved my hands to cup his face, he leaned into my hand, closing his eyes as he brought one hand to cover my own. He basked in my touch and I loved the way he looked while doing it.
"And what do you supposed you can do to make me forgive you?"
It was then that his expression changed, his once remorseful face was now smirking. he moved my hand away, before bringing it to his lips and kissing my palm, "I have many ideas on how I can make you forgive me." He kissed up my arm. "And I'm willing to try every." A kiss. "Single." Another kiss. "One."
"Do any of these happen to include you being on your knees?" I ask, and his smirk widens, and his eyes a swirling pools of lust.
"Oh baby, if you ask I can spend the whole night on my knees."