#theo nott is a munch

[musingsofahufflepuff]

To Be Worshipped

Theodore Nott x fem!reader; smut

summary: studying can be so stressful, lucky for you, your boyfriend theodore is always eager to help you relax

a/n: you could consider this a companion piece to For You, I’d Fall from Grace, but the reader is receiving in this one 🫶 this was supposed to be up for lorenzo’s birthday but then i went out with coworkers and got tipsy, sorry. pure smut, 18+ only

It was almost one in the morning and you were still scribbling down notes for your History of Magic exam that was fast approaching. The slytherin common room was nice and quiet, the lamp at the desk illuminating a small radius around you. You were so lost in names and dates that you didn’t hear your boyfriend Theo approaching.

You jumped slightly at the sudden hands on your shoulders, looking behind you to see him looking at you with raised eyebrows. “What?”

He chuckles quietly, “I said you look stressed and that you need a break.” He tucks a stray bit of hair behind your ear.

“I dunno Teddy, I really want to do well on this and I don’t even know if I could relax right now if I do take a break.”

He bends down to whisper in your ear, “be a good girl and leave the relaxing bit to me.”

♡ ♡ ♡

As you spread your legs for him, he grabs your hips and yanks you to the edge of the bed, making you yelp. You prop yourself onto your forearms as he drops to his knees with a thud, his intense gaze never leaving your face. He gently pushes your legs open a bit wider.

Theo litters your left thigh with soft kisses and little nips, trailing towards your pussy. Before he finally reaches it, he pulls away and does the same to the other thigh, making you whine softly.

This time he does reach your heat, kissing the outside with soft lips. He spreads you open, admiring how gorgeous you are for a moment, “you’re already so wet for me, amore.”

Before you can fully process it, his mouth is on your folds, seemingly unable to hold himself back anymore. The feeling of his warm tongue against you alone is enough to pull a moan out of you. He takes a few tantalizingly slow licks through your folds, brushing his tongue over your clit before repeating the motion. It sends shock waves through you every time he touches it and in response he digs his fingers into the soft flesh of your thighs.

Once Theo is satisfied with his first taste, he flattens his tongue and runs it over your clit in firm, rhythmic motions. Another, softer moan escapes you. As he relentlessly rubs that spot, you lose the ability to keep yourself up, arms giving out from under you. Your back hits the mattress and Theo takes the movement as a cue to speed up. Moans turn into needy whimpers as he refuses to let up on pressure or speed.

One of his hands slides up your side to reach your breast and he takes a moment to gently knead at it. His fingertips ghost over a nipple, making your entire body twitch. His tongue continues to toy with that bundle of nerves as he begins rolling your nipple between his fingers, occasionally pulling on it.

He takes a moment to dip his tongue into your entrance and he moans. The vibrations cause your legs to shake and the sound contributes in making your brain go fuzzy. You jolt again when his other hand moves so his thumb can rub your clit, picking up a circular motion. As his thumb works against you, he fucks into you with his tongue.

Theo’s tongue slips back out to lick up to your clit once again, his fingers coming down to tease at your entrance instead. His other hand is still toying with your nipple and you can barely keep up with the assault of sensations.

He slides a finger into you, the mixture of your arousal and his saliva making it go in easily. His finger thrusts into you deep and hard, picking up speed as moans start to fall from your mouth. When Theo curls his finger, hitting your g-spot, you almost come undone then and there.

He pulls back a bit to watch you shake, finger still thrusting, “fuck dolcezza, you okay? You’re trembling.” You can hear the smirk in his voice and a frustrated groan leaves your lips.

“Teddy, please,” your thighs twitch as you lock his head in with your legs. Before you can beg more, his mouth is back on you and he’s adding a second finger.

His tongue teases at your clit like he was made for it and soon enough you’re bucking your hips up in time with his licks.

You feel a tightening in your core as heat settles there, moans falling out uncontrollably. Feeling that you’re close, Theo doubles down on the speed and pressure of his movements, causing your orgasm to hit you hard.

You let out a strangled moan of his name that comes out as more of a cry as you finish on his tongue.

Your thighs are shaking as you release his head, breathing ragged. It barely registers that Theo has gotten off his knees before his mouth is on yours and you can taste yourself on his tongue. He pinches your nipple once again, causing you to let out something between a yelp and a moan.

“Oh dolcezza, you didn’t think I was done with you yet, did you?”

♡ ♡ ♡

Theo is lying on his back, looking like something out of a wet dream as he beckons you over. Once you’re within reach, he’s grabbing your hips and guiding you towards his head as you face the rest of his body. When he’s satisfied with your position he pulls you down against him, hot mouth back against your folds. Your abdomen spasms at the feeling, still a little sensitive from your first orgasm, but Theo doesn’t seem to care.

His tongue immediately finds your entrance and your arms are already starting to feel weak. You lean down against his toned torso, head landing on his thigh right beside his clothed dick.

His tongue desperately licks into you, as if he was starving for you. You moan louder than before, body moving to meet his thrusts. His hands never leave your hips, guiding your grinding on his face as he moans, needy.

Your gaze locks on his bulge and you begin to fumble with the waistband of his boxers. He lifts his hips to help when he feels you struggling. You’re able to get them pulled down, his hard cock springing free. A whimper escapes you.

All the while, his tongue does not let up, redirecting back to your clit, lapping less calculated than before.

Your hands claw at his thighs, causing a few pink lines to appear on his skin. In response, Theo’s fingers dig a little harder into your hips, keeping you grounded. You grind sloppily against his now still tongue as he lets you take control. You find a rhythm quickly, hitting your clit perfectly every time you press back down.

You take the tip of his cock in your mouth, needing something to stop you from crying out. Theo whimpers at the feeling of your soft mouth closing around his dick, hips twitching, as he tries not to thrust up into your throat.

Heat pools in your core once again and it gets harder to keep your rhythm. You feel a second orgasm building, hips involuntarily snapping against his mouth.

You pull off his cock as your orgasm crashes over you again, moaning out his name as he refuses to let up. His hands move to your thighs as you try to squirm away, holding you down.

His tongue laps at your folds, teasing at your clit until you can’t take it anymore. The only thing you can do is whimper as you spasm against his mouth. A third climax hits you quickly with his refusal to let up.

“Teddy, please, can’t.”

He lets you up just enough to speak, “you sure? I think you can be a good girl take more for me.” His hot breath against your skin makes your thighs shake uncontrollably. You bury your face into his thigh as a whine leaves you.

“Okay, okay amore,” he presses one last soft kiss to your folds before helping you turn around to face him. You collapse against his chest and you can hear his heart thumping wildly.

He gives you a kiss to the top of your head and murmurs, “we’ll save it for after you ace that exam.” You can’t stop the quiet moan that escapes your lips.

[theostrophywife]

boyfriend! theo who eats pussy like a god.

boyfriend! theo who begs you to sit on his face.

boyfriend! theo who gazes up at you with those intense, dead eyes as he kisses the inside of your thighs, leaving bite marks in his wake.

boyfriend! theo who uses his lips, tongue, and fingers to fuck you until you're crying, whining, and squirming.

boyfriend! theo who whimpers and moans as you ride his face like you'd ride his cock.

boyfriend! theo who groans in pleasure against your folds when you tug at his hair, feasting like the munch that he is.

boyfriend! theo who intertwines your fingers together while you're riding his face cause he's romantic like that, murmuring how much he loves you, how perfect you are, how you're such a good girl for him.

boyfriend! theo who is rutting against the bed to ignore his own need cause he won't even think about fucking you until you've cum on his tongue at least three times.

boyfriend! theo who laughs when you're too afraid to put your full weight on him in case he can't breathe.

boyfriend! theo who tells you that he can hold his fucking breath if it means he gets to gorge himself on your taste.

boyfriend! theo who licks and sucks at you while offering you a hit of his joint.

boyfriend! theo who pulls you back in by your ankles when you try to squirm away from him, whining that you're too sensitive, you can't take anymore. it's too much, please, please.

boyfriend! theo who tells you that he's not done eating and that you'll take all of it, you've got another one in you, and that you've had enough when he says you've had enough.

[suugarbabe]

Theo is the type of man dk eat pussy for his own pleasure, poor baby has a bad day, he’s on his knees hands gripping your skirt begging “Please baby please, it’ll make me feel better” will spend hours between your legs just because he wants, will talk to your pussy and ignore you “Oh did you miss me pretty girl? I missed you too”

This is it. This is the post. Theo is 2000000% this man.

Theo had a tough potions exam? He’s tugging on your shirt, “Please Cara Mia, I need you, need it. Today was so tough”

Theo won a quidditch match? He’s on his knees while your pushed against the lockers in the quidditch tent “C’mere princepesa and let me celebrate, yeah?”

[fuckaperioddrama]

Theodore Nott Headcanons

Warnings: Theodore / Asshole? | Mentions of Oral Sex / (female receiving) | Sex (P in V) | Fingering | Me Ranting | Curse Words | Let me know if I missed something?

Fem!Reader

Author’s Notes: Kinda realistic, but you have to be a little delulu with the Slytherin boys. FIRST POST!

Proofread, but there's probably still mistakes.

Mattheo Riddle Headcanons

Lorenzo Berkshire Headcanons

Blaise Zabini Headcanons

Tom Riddle Headcanons

Draco Malfoy Headcanons

Masterlist

Minors DNI | 18+

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Theodore Nott | Physique

6’5 - 6'6 | Sorry, he’s just super tall in my head. I'm a tall girl so let me have this.

Lean, but lanky? He's in the in-between stage.

He doesn’t have a lot of muscle, but you can still see muscle? 

He's a little insecure about his body, especially since Mattheo and Lorenzo are more on the buff side.

Would never go to the gym though, he only works out during Quidditch. 

Resting bitch face, but I feel like this is established. 

HOT AS FUCK! HOT! I MEAN HOT AS FUCK! | Shameless Theo girl. SHAMELESS! |

Theodore Nott | Personality

He’s an asshole, but he’s funny. He’s more on the quiet side, but once in a while, he’ll say something witty that’ll make everyone in the room laugh. 

Don’t get into an argument with him. He has a comeback for everything. It’s actually really fucking annoying. 

So blunt. He won’t share his opinion unless asked or if it’s important to him but don’t ask him unless you want the complete and total truth. 

Plays the piano and guitar. 

He loves books. He reads a lot of romance, but he would never share that with anyone. 

He’s very smart. He studies a little here and there, but mostly he just understands everything naturally. He doesn’t even really have to pay attention that much in class. Something else that’s really fucking annoying. 

I feel like he's not amazing at DADA. He's not bad at it, but he gets in his head sometimes and will mess up.

He’s a homebody, but he’ll go out to parties every once in a while. Mainly to hang out with his boys and keep up appearances. 

He’s prideful. He comes from a good family and he likes to make his presence known. 

A chaser in Quidditch and is ALWAYS showing off. It pisses Draco off so much. 

He smokes, but not a ton. I’d say a pack every 2-3 days. 

Smokes weed though. He’s not reckless with it, but if he’s at a party or relaxing without shit to do? He’s lighting up.

Eats SO MUCH. Especially when he's high. He is always in the mood for food.

Theodore Nott | Casenova

He does have a lot of sex, but it’s usually one woman for a couple of weeks. He doesn’t talk to her outside of their meetups and will (and has) embarrassed a couple of women who even thought it was okay to approach him. 

He’s an ASSHOLE!

The reason why these women keep crawling back? Theodore Nott fucks you like he loves you. He’s so attentive.

A MUNCH! Theodore Nott is a munch, through and through. He's so good at it too.

It's because he speaks Italian. Anyone who speaks the tongue of romance also speaks the tongue of absolutely devouring some pussy. I know that's not true for all, but let me DREAM!

He's also skilled with his fingers. | Piano and guitar player. Duh. |

As previously mentioned, this man is prideful. He will spend hours on a woman pulling out every sound, causing every jolt, and basking in the way they scream his name because it feeds his ego.

He's not doing all of that because he cares, he just likes knowing he's good at what he does. And he is good. 

He’s a dom, and he is ROUGH, but he talks them through it the whole time. SO MUCH PRAISE!

This pussy is mine, toria. All fucking mine. There isn't a single man on this Earth who deserves to feel you like this.

I know, baby. Just cum on my cock one more time. That's all I need. Let me feel you just one more time. 

Fuck, bella, you make me feel so good. 

He'll have them thinking their vag was crafted by Aphrodite herself, meanwhile he's pulling these lines on every woman he fucks.

And when he starts speaking Italian? These women EAT IT UP!

I might be a strong woman, but I'd let this man use me too.

They eat him up too. Not just figuratively. It's become a guessing game for the boys trying to figure out who his hickey came from.

Theo isn't one to kiss and tell. He just smirks and lays his head back, exposing his hickey covered neck as his friends keep asking questions they'll never get the answers to.

And after sex? He’s the perfect, sweet lover. So time after time these women come crawling back despite how he treats them in public and he uses them over and over again. 

Then he gets bored, he moves on to the next woman, and the cycle repeats.

Theodore Nott | Friend

Closest to Mattheo and Blaise 

Talks a lot more around his friends. Jokes left and right. 

Always doing some dumb shit. Pranks with Mattheo? His favorite pastime. 

He likes going out with his boys, being reckless, blowing his money, and just being young. 

He loves his friends because they remind him what it’s like to be free. 

He’d never admit it to any of them, but meeting them was one of the best things that ever happened to him. 

His friends (Aka Draco and Lorenzo) are bullies, but he couldn’t be bothered with that. He’s more of a fuck around a find out type of guy. 

Yes, I believe Lorenzo Berkshire is an asshole. Please don’t come for me. Or do.

He takes care of his friends silently. He won’t ask them how their day is, but he’ll show up with their favorite things whenever he notices them feeling bad. 

Very attentive. He is very in tune with the needs of the group.

Theodore Nott | Boyfriend 

UGH, I LOVE THIS PART

He is used to being an asshole toward women so he’s not sure how to navigate his first relationship 

Gift Giving and Acts of Service

He doesn’t know how to properly express his feelings so he just buys you shit and does stuff for you 

PRINCESS TREATMENT 

I’m talking back rubs, foot rubs, | If you want that. I know some people have a feet thing. | putting on your shoes, zipping up your dress, washing you in the shower or bath, doing your hair, carrying you when your feet hurt. Something broke? He’ll fix it. You need something? Baby, I’ve got it. 

He serves you first in the great hall. He puts your food on your plate first and makes sure you have all of your favorites. He likes to give you food. He likes to eat so he likes it when you eat. 

Buys you flowers. He always keeps a flower from the arrangement so he can tell when yours is about to die. 

Dates 2-3 times a month. 

Always buying you gifts. He will FORCE you to take them. Why should I not spoil you? 

He can be a little misogynistic when it comes to taking care of you.

He's more of a feminist. He doesn't give a shit and thinks women can do whatever they want. However, some gender roles are just ingrained in him.

Do not try to pay for dinner. Don't try to pay for anything while you're out with him. Do you want these people to think I can't take care of my girl?

Will not let you carry anything heavy. In private he might let you get away with it if you argue, but not in public. He's a man and it's his job to act like the man. | I don't mind men like this too much. Like I'm an independent woman, but I'm also a damsel in distress. Please do everything for me.

Anything his baby wants his baby gets. He has a big protector/provider mindset. He will do anything for you because you’re precious and you shouldn’t have to do anything yourself.

Teddy, I’ve got it. 

I know, cara mia, but let me do it. 

His hands are always on you. Physical Touch.

When you first start dating it’s subtle. Hand on your back, hands grazing in the hallways. 

He can be a little possessive. Or a lot. 

He used to fuck the girlfriends of the guys he didn’t like so he doesn’t like when guys come around you. He keeps you close as a way to claim you. 

Toxic

When he gets more comfortable around you it’s a hand on your waist, arm around your shoulder, occasionally smacking your ass.

He’s a thigh guy, but he appreciates everything. Boobs, butt, thighs, neck, arm, whatever. The female body is beautiful and he loves every inch. 

Greets you in the hallways by putting his arms around you from behind. 

Neck. Kisses. Always kissing your neck. Licking your neck. Biting your neck. 

Kisses you like it’s the last time he’ll ever see you. Sometimes it looks like he's swallowing you, your friends think it's kinda gross.

Walks you to each and every class and makes out with you before them 

He just loves to spend time with you. 

Quality Time 

As I mentioned before, he’s a homebody. He loves just staying in with you. After your last class, he always goes to your dorm or you go to his. Study together. Astronomy Tower dates.

He follows you around like a lost puppy. He’s so lover-boy-coded. 

He didn’t pay attention to the girls before you, but he has no problem giving you his full attention whenever and wherever you need it. Call him a simp? He doesn’t care. That’s his girl. 

He can be a little controlling sometimes. He likes to know where you are, and who you’re with. 

He walks you everywhere. You’re meeting up with your friends after he spent two hours railing you against a wall? He’s walking you the whole way, he can't miss a second of you.

And afterward, he always gives you a kiss and a hug goodbye. I’ll miss you, amore. Like you two won’t see each other in a couple of hours. Then he'll keep pulling you closer to him every time you try to break free because he needs just one more kiss. 

He’ll always make you late. Sometimes it's because he is smothering you in kisses. Other times, he spends a good ten minutes holding you and telling you how much he loves you. Words of Affirmation.

Once Theodore Nott is fully and completely comfortable in his love with you he will NOT shut up. He can be so cheesy too, he comes up with the most eye-roll-inducing stuff.

I know I won't make it to heaven, but at least I was given a taste before I go. 

I think someone might have stolen the stars and put them in your eyes.

Then there's the unhinged cheesy ones.

Why should I waste time studying herbs with the power to heal wounds when the only healing power I need is right in between your legs?

Are you the witch who lost her broom? I couldn't find it, but I have something else long and hard that you can ride. I've heard it can last all. night. long.

ON AND ON. HE WON'T STOP.

Then of course you have his more serious declarations of love. Usually when you're sleeping because whenever he tries to say this stuff when you're awake he feels like his heart is about to backflip into his ass. 

When I look at your face, I feel as if the sun finally rises. My world fades from dark to light and in that moment; and only in that moment, I find happiness. I am not a good man, I don't know what I did in life to deserve you but I promise to spend every second making sure I'm worthy of keeping you.

| Alright, that was a little cute. Maybe a little too cheesy, let’s move on. |

Theodore Not | Committed Lover 

Tongue shoved in between your legs 24/7. On his knees in the closet, with you above him sitting on a desk, laying down between your legs, you sitting on his face. Anytime, anywhere he is tasting you like it’s the last thing he ever could do. 

He is so good with his fingers. | Once again guys, he plays piano and guitar. | Fast fingers working you open every chance he gets. 

Seriously every chance he gets. 

He loves fingering you in the middle of class, by the lake, in the hallways, and anywhere in public. | With your consent of course.

I SAID IT ONCE AND ILL SAY IT AGAIN! ROUGH!

He loves doggy. Having you bent over while he smacks your ass raw and dicks you down like a fucking animal.

I mean leg up, holding you back by the ties around your wrist while he thrust his huge ass cock | At least 8 inches and THICK | into your SOAKED and achy cunt because you know he took his TIME getting you ready. 

Literal hours sucking on your clit while he fucked you with his nicely long and thick fingers

Now he’s pounding into you at an unthinkable speed while you’re screaming, tears running down your face, and mind going blank as he fucks you dumb.

He lets you ride him sometimes. He loves seeing you on top, but he still never fully gives you control. He keeps his hands firm on your waist or ass and you can never get away with teasing him for long before he holds you in place and fucks into you like a man possessed.

He likes the soft stuff too. 

Hands holding onto your hips as he grinds his cock into your pussy. 

Head stuffed into your neck as he continuously moans. I could stay here forever. You’re all I need. 

___

A/N: Overall, Theo is a toxic asshole but it’s okay because he magically becomes the perfect gentleman (not really) when we start dating him.

[angelfrombeneth]

MAGICAL DRYING DISASTER - T . NOTT

Mature Content Ahead

Theodore Nott x Fem!Reader

Summary: After waking up late and discovering you left your washing in the machine over night. You had no other choice to use magic to dry it - except it did dry but also shrunk, massively, in the process. Once Theo finds you let's just say he manages to keep it kept in till the common room. Then it's all fair game from there.

Warnings: SMUT, No Protection - PIV, Theodore is a munch - Fem Oral, Body Worship, Smidge of SubWhiney!Theo, Cursing

A/N: This is my first one-shot fic I've posted in a long time but also my first one EVER on tumblr. I used to write on wattpad and ao3 but took a very long hiatus. So excuse if my smut writing is a bit off or any spelling mistakes I currently have acrylics on - its quite hard to type.

Click Clack.. Click Clack...

You ran towards your class quickly, pulling town the absolute belt of a skirt you wore today before entering into your potions class. Late.

"Miss Neveah.. Thank you for finally joining us" Snape panned. His face expressionless as he stared at you. A slight hint of disapproval in his face.

"I'm sorry sir, it won't happen again!" You scurried to your seat beside Pansy.

"It most definitely will not" He groaned before turning back to the chalk board to continue his explanation.

You shimmied on your seat, pulling as much skirt down as you could. Practically flashing those behind you of your bright red thong and gorgeously placed star tramp stamp.

Nice touch is what you thought when you got it a few months ago after a night out in the muggle clubs with Pansy. She persuaded you and said Theo would love it. Or which he did.

"Y/N.. your skirt is practically a belt. Trying to flash us all?" She whispered, giggling as he peered down as your legs, absent of any tights aswell.

"Girl.. It shrunk when I tried to use magic to dry it. All my other skirts are dirty" You pouted. "I also couldn't find a pair of fucking tights, I was running so late"

"Its not that bad, just don't bend over if you can" She smiled as she reached to your ponytail tieing in a little green piece of ribbon into a bow. "And don't let Mr Lover boy see you" She snickered.

You sighed, focusing in the rest of your class. Praying not many people noticed. You were pretty daft thinking that. You were already the hot goss. It was only so long till Theo found out.

Though alot of boys in Hogwarts fancied you, they all knew about Theodore Nott swooping in, in 4th year the year before you 'blossomed' as they said. They say he saw the potential and snatched it up while they could.

You walked down the hall, pulling your books to your chest as your red bottoms clipped the wooden floor that spanned the whole school. Many turned your way gawking as you, mostly more than normal due to tour skirt size today.

You weren't a bad girl. You has good grades, you were overly nice to everyone just the people you hung round with were opposite. Many saying you were too nice.

After a quick detour to pick up an extra book from the library you shuffled down the corridor, your heels clicking their signature click against the oak as you walked towards your friends who stood beside your regular post class meeting pillar.

"Sorry I'm late!" You skipped towards them hurriedly. You watched as Theo whipped his head around, his jaw practically dislodging from his face as he stared at you.

Mattheo wolf whistled as he looked you up and down. Smirking as he pushed himself off the wall - "Damn Y/N, I didn't know you had this hiding somewhere"

"Neither did I" Theo's gaze burned through you as he bent his neck to get look at you from behind. Definitely a sight for sore eyes.

"I'm sorry- I fucked up a spell and I was running late I didn't mean to- OUCH! THEO!" you got cut off as he slapped his hand harshly against your ass before gripping a handful as he smirked down at you. The boys laughing at the pair of you.

"As much as I am thoroughly enjoying the sight Bella" He looked down at you, his gaze growing darker by each word that fell from his lips. He leaned in, practically growling in your ear."I don't like to share amore mio"

You gulped at his words as he pulled his jumper off, wrapping it around your waist. Slightly tugging on the fabric jerking you forward into his chest as he smiled down at you before kissing your forehead softly.

"As cute as you two are, everyone's looking. Can we clear out" Pansy groaned.

You snapped back into reality, quietly ushering an apology to the group as Pansy pulled your hand as you both walked hand in hand ahead of the boys.

You heard a smack and an 'ow' turning around quickly as you turned the corner seeing Theo slapping Mattheo across the head. "Flirt with someone else" He groaned. You giggled slightly at his protectiveness.

Once you arrived to the common room everyone scattered to do their own thing. Theo once more approaching you.

"Now..." a cheeky smile appeared on his lips as his hands held your hips softly as he peered down at you. The height difference really getting to you. "I can't stop thinking about that little skirt on you.." His hands slowly moving down and around to the curve of your ass as he nibbled at his lip. "..and how much I want to fuck you in it" He whispered the last part lowly as his tongue poked out and slid across his bottom lip as he squeezed your ass through his jumper.

"Then do it" You caught his gaze, already out of breath from his minimal touch.

It's like that's all he needed to hear. Like without warning and no regards for the fact your friends were just a few steps away bundled in the corner on the coaches - he pulled you tightly, hand on your ass against him as his lips crushed into yours. Needy kisses as if he hasn't kissed you in months.

The sudden rip of his jumper loosening the knot as it dropped to the floor. His hands sliding under the little fabric the skirt had as his nails gripped into the flesh on your ass cheeks. You yelped slightly and he took that as permission to shove his whole tongue down your throat. The kisses grew messier and messier as you both backed up towards the stairs, bumping into everything possible as you both chuckled.

Breaking the kiss as you both removed various pieces of clothing as you scrambled up the stairs. By the time you got to yours and Pansys' room you both had disregarded of practically everything. Theo quickly finishing unzipping his trousers before pushing you into the room, kicking the leg off quickly, flinging his trousers into the centre of the hallway as he shut the door behind him.

You stood infront of him in just your skirt, bra and panties as he ruffled his hair, staring at you like a kid in a candy shop, pondering what you try next.

"DONT WORRY WE'LL CLEAN UP AFTER YOU TWO!" Draco yelled, annoyance plastered in his voice.

That broke Theo out of the trance he was in as he lunged at you, unclipping your bra swiftly as he threw it across the room before pushing you against the bed.

"Fuck, I'm so hard. I can't- I just need to fuck you now" He groaned, biting at his lip anxiously as he stared down at you. "Get on all fours". You obliged and quickly.

You felt the sudden cold breeze against your clit as he tightly yanked on your thong, splitting it apart at he threw it on the floor aswell as he kicked off his boxers.

"Fuck your so hot" He groaned, dropping to his knees as he gripped your ass, spreading your cheeks wide as he licked a nice wet strip up your pussy.

A moan lodged itself in your neck as you bundled up the sheets in your hands as he let out a shaky breath.

"Wanna eat you out so bad, but my cock is throbbing.. Need to treat you well tho" He whined as he spat into his hand as he began to fuck it. His free hand gripping your ass as he dove his tounge deep into you.

You hung your head forward as you let out an exasperated sigh as your toes curled. Theo's tongue worked wonders inside of you. He ate you out like it was dire need. The roughness of his mouth sopping against your pussy as his tongue drilled into your hole. The wetness of both his mouth and your pussy mixing as he moaned against you as he continued to fuck the shit out of his hand. Loud moans rumbled against you as he sucked and twirled like no tomorrow.

You were drawing to your high as you noticed he stopped, pulling away for a moment as he let out a deep growl before a light whimper escaped his lips as he came up the bottom of your bed frame and on the floor. He panted for a moment, light whimpers leaving gis mouth as he toyed with his sensitive dick.

"Fuck- Sorry Principessa. I came, naughty of me to do so before I helped you. I'll make sure you feel extra good" His other hand colliding with your ass again as he dove back in. His nose rubbing harshly against your slit as he flicked his tongue continously against your clit. Sucking and nibbling at it from time to time as he continued to grip and massage at your ass.

The sudden overwhelming feeling drove you over the age as you screeched, yelping as you squirted all over his face. You gasped loudly, crashing to the bed as your legs shook slightly as you panted.

"Mhmm.. Love it when you squirt" You looked at Theo as he wiped the cum from his face, sucking his fingers like a dessert he's got to finish.

"You're so gorgeous, so fucking beautiful.. Beautiful body" He groaned as he slid his hands up your curves, moaning softly as the scene infront of him. "S'lucky.. So fucking lucky.."

He tapped your thigh, as you led on your stomach on the bed, your legs hanging off the end slightly as your tippy toes held against the floor.

"Gunna make you feel so good, amore" he cooed as he lied up his tip with your slit before thrashing it in harshly. You yelped once again at you looked back at him.

"Going to teach you not. to wear. a slut. short. skirt. again. fuck!" He growled with each thrust as your body jerked against his movements. Your body slid up and down the bed as your feet struggled to stay on the floor much longer as he pushed you up the bed.

It wasn't before long till Theo climbed ontop of you, straddling you as he drilled into you. Loud whimpers left you as you clawed at the sheets as you screamed into his duvet.

"FUCK!! ARGH- TEDDY!" you pleaded as your back arched, shoving your ass harder into him as his hands gripped your hips tightly, his nails scatting cresent moons to your flesh as your bodies recoiled against one another.

"Yes! Like that.. fuckkk Teddy more..  please!" You babbled. He reached over grabbing your neck as he pulled your body up against his chest. Your legs trapped between his as he squeezed them shut. His arm tightly against your stomach as he continued to drill up into your pussy. You gasped and whined continously as he groaned and growled into your ear. His grip growing tighter around your neck as he flexed his biceps, his tongue sliding up your jawline to your ear.

"Teddy- I'm gunna cum! Please please please PLEASE! Cum with me!" you whined as your eyes rolled back. The growing feeling in your stomach as his cock continued to thrash into you. You were drunk on the feeling of him buried into you. You tightly shut your thighs together for any ounce more of pressure you could grasp.

"Good girl- M'close" He panted.

Your eyes began to roll back as you gasped for air at the tightening of his arm around your neck. The bursting feeling in your stomach as your whole body recoiled and shook as you screamed like bloody murder with all the air you has left in your lungs as you came.

At that moment Theo threw you down, as your body twitched conthously. He gripped your ass as he thrusted deep before cumming in you. Groaning deeply as he threw his head back. Sweat trickling down his forehead and chest as he panted heavily.

Neither of you moved for a moment to compose yourself. You occasionally twitched at your body recoiled against his dick.

"Fuck me.. So good" Theo pulled out, sighing as he watched cum pool at your slit and began to slide down. You felt his tip against you again as he collected the escaping cum and slightly fucked it back into you. His dick entering you once more as you gasped at the feeling.

"Good girl.. such a good girl.." His light thrusts as he peppered you with kisses all over your back and shoulders.

He gasped slightly as he froze above you. You were about to question him till you felt a slightly release.

"Did you just cum again Teddy?" You giggled as he thrusted once more before pulling out and collapsing next to you.

"Its hard to last with you. You make me so addicted" He smirked, his head turned to look at you. He rested his hand on your ass, squeezing it lightly from time to time.

"I'm glad this skirt shrunk" He chuckled, his smile wide.

You shook your head as you laughed at him. "You're a fool" You shimmied towards him, flicking your leg over his chest as you cuddled into him. His body warm.

He kissed your shoulder softly before softly kissing your cheek, nibbling at your ear before whispering;

"Ti amo amore mio".

[demieyesore]

Mattheo riddle x reader x theodore nott smut with a praise kink plssss

“Just like that” - Mattheo x Reader x Theodore

Summary - Reader is masturbating in their room when the boys walk in accidentally but encourage them to keep going

Warnings / Mentions - GN!Reader, AFAB Reader, tbh no plot, just porn, no use of Y/n, no idea what the word count is bc I’m writing this directly on tumblr LMFAO, Reader has a oral fixation, Theo’s kind of quiet and chill while Mattheo takes the lead, Mattheo is a MUNCH, voice kink, praise kink, mention of hand kink, also I know that this is kind of short but I had like no idea what to write 💀🙏

POV - First person

It had been a long day in classes and I just needed to relieve some of the pressure. My door was closed, the lights dimmed. It was dark outside since I stayed out of my dorm longer than usual.

Thankfully I don’t share a dorm with anyone so I can do whatever I want in the comfort of my own dorm.

I was leaning against the headboard, two pillows behind my back. A blanket loosely draped over my lap with another pillow under my hips, lifting them up comfortably.

I licked at two of my fingers, quickly fantasizing that they were Theo’s fingers. He has such big hands and whenever he sticks his fingers in my mouth it’s like a become brainless.

After pulling my fingers out of my mouth with a pop, I reach under the blankets, making sure that my pajama pants and underwear weren’t in the way. With one hand I spread myself open and with the newly wet fingers, I start rubbing at my clit.

Slowly I get more into it, wishing and begging for Mattheo to be eating me out while Theo and I make out.

My prayers are answered when I hear my door open and see the two boys laughing with each other. Clearly one of them said something funny and they weren’t nearly planning anything to happen tonight.

The laughter immediately dies down when I accidentally release a moan. Both of their eyes immediately drift over to me on the bed as I sink more into it out of embarrassment.

I stop all of my movements as they stand there for a moment, not knowing entirely what to do. Mattheo pushes Theodore through the threshold, closing the door as soon as he himself steps in.

“Don’t stop just because we’re here.” Mattheo cockily states, swiftly pulling his shirt off. Theodore on the other hand makes his way to the bed, checking with me before pulling away the blanket.

“So pretty…” Theo whispers in his thick Italian accent when he can finally see my cunt.

I whine out of embarrassment, shutting my legs when Mattheo crawls onto the end of the bed, prying them open.

He lays down just in front of my now exposed pussy, looking like he’s about to go down on me but instead he just lays on his stomach, his head resting against his hand.

“Go on, I wanna see what you were doing.” A mischievous grin spreads on his face. Theo forces me to lean forward, removing the pillows behind my back and instead placing himself there. Easily lifting me onto his lap and resting his chin on my shoulder.

His hands hold open my legs by my knees.

“Do I have to do it for you?” Mattheo asks, raising his eyebrow.

I shake my head, taking a deep breath to try and control my nerves. I go back to rubbing my clit, adding more pressure and trying different ways.

I whine after a couple of seconds, my mind too overwhelmed with them being here and doing nothing.

“I can’t.” I murmur under my breath.

“Thank god.” Mattheo grins, hooking his arms around your thighs and holding onto your hips. His tongue quickly licking a stripe across my slit. I jolt against Theo at the sensation. Mattheo’s cold tongue flicking at my clit and then poking around inside me.

I squirm against Theo, his arms wrapping around me to keep me still.

“It’s okay…” He shushes me.

“You can take it.” He reassures, pressing a kiss to my cheek.

Mattheo agrees with Theo, sending vibrations throughout my core. I attempt to shut my legs from the tingles but Mattheo just keeps holding them apart.

“You taste so good, doing so well for me.” He whispers into my cunt, his mouth still exploring me.

I whimper at his words.

“I know, I know.” Theo chuckles from behind me, his lips pecking at my shoulder and neck.

Mattheo sucks at my clit making me moan, Theo smiles over my shoulder in response.

“So pretty for us…” He grins as he states in my ear.

I feel a knot forming in my stomach as Mattheo keeps eating me out, their small praises making me tingle before cumming. Mattheo’s tongue immediately flattens when I orgasm, making sure to swallow before pulling away. He presses a kiss to my lips, making me taste myself.

[phefics]

hi phe!! do u think u could write some headcanons as to how the slytherin boys (blaise, draco, & theo) eat pussy?? tysmm💚🐍

blaise zabini is a total tease — he’ll kiss his way from your mouth all the way down your neck, chest, stomach…and then move right past your pussy to kiss your thighs. he wants to hear you beg for his tongue to go right where you want it. once he’s satisfied with your desperation, he’ll go right to your clit, chuckling against you as your body squirms beneath him. he likes eating pussy, but at the end of the day, he’d rather be inside of you, but he does find it fun to work you up.

draco malfoy…isn’t big on eating you out, i’m sorry to report my headcanon. it’s just a little too messy for his taste, and he strikes me as a man who would find going down on a woman as an inherently submissive act. but, if you two were actively dating and you asked him to do it, he’d try it, because he’ll try almost anything once. he’s a little unsure, but once he finds the right rhythm, he can make you cum pretty quick. he likes to finger you while he does it, thinks it’s more efficient that way.

theodore nott is the biggest munch of the three, but like blaise, he’s mean about it. he’ll do it achingly slow, stay between your legs as long as it takes to get you screaming. he’ll start off just barely making contact with your clit, his tongue feather-light. you beg and plead with him to give you more, and he does, gradually, until he’s sucked your clit into his mouth and has no intention of letting up until you’ve cum as many times as he seems fit.

[cardig-anne]

Theodore Nott Plinks

Because some of yall, I feel, need variety and switchy Theo in your life 💓🫢

MDNI - NSFW CONTENT ‼️

https://x.com/madamemistres/status/1756197854010278373?s=46&t=S80CYVKB6xd21r50ZY0nTw - he loves your legs so much

https://x.com/madamemistres/status/1735330045617484075?s=46&t=S80CYVKB6xd21r50ZY0nTw - Wanted to try ropes for a while 🤭

https://x.com/madamemistres/status/1688335686867271681?s=46&t=S80CYVKB6xd21r50ZY0nTw - never said the ropes were for you tho.

https://x.com/softintimacy/status/1780131428635701515?s=46&t=S80CYVKB6xd21r50ZY0nTw - grabbing your waist during doggy >>>>>>

https://x.com/nidelaopo666/status/1779011933783667139?s=46&t=S80CYVKB6xd21r50ZY0nTw - he likes to give gifts. Who doesn’t love a cute lingerie?

https://x.com/daddyyrough/status/1779090610298736779?s=46&t=S80CYVKB6xd21r50ZY0nTw - Goodmorning 🫢🫣🫣🫣

https://x.com/sensuaislut/status/1778264028894171170?s=46&t=S80CYVKB6xd21r50ZY0nTw - he will go multiple rounds

https://x.com/madamemistres/status/1778097526047994166?s=46&t=S80CYVKB6xd21r50ZY0nTw - munch 😚

[slytherinravebabe]

Theodore Nott - Headcanons

NSFW themes | Minors Dni | General

Life of the party for sure, he would definitely be at every party, bringing the liquor and weed

Theo tends to keep to himself until he really knows you, completely different person around his friends

His RBF goes crazy, intimidates everyone who doesn’t know him personally

Him and Mattheo are like brothers, I feel like Theo would have taken Mattheo under his wing and tries to guide him

Chains smokes like crazy

Loves stargazing, literally always in the astronomy tower smoking

Sneaks out constantly, I swear this man doesn’t sleep

Sarcastic and goofy as fuck, man can make you laugh

Speaks Italian and has a sexy ass Italian accent, will often incorporate Italian words while he’s speaking

Not as rebellious as the rest of his friends. Lowkey an actual Teddybear If he likes you but will kill anyone who fucks with you

Has terrible anxiety and trouble expressing his feelings but would never admit it

Captain of the Quidditch team, definitely a beater to get all of his anger out

Always makes sure his hair looks good, he’ll dead ass spend 30 minutes to perfect it -Mattheo makes fun of him for this

Loves working out, I can see this as a way for him to get his anger out plus train for Quidditch -Win win

Will always lend you his hoodies and t shirts, he absolutely adores seeing you in them

He would definitely be the kind of guy who can’t keep his eyes off of you if he finds you attractive

Loves curvy girls, Has a thing for bigger breasts. I can see him saying something like “I like something I can hold onto”

Definitely the kind of guy to leave hickies all over your neck and body to show “who you belong to”

He loves giving head, like it’s a problem, he will eat you out like your his last meal every single time, munch king

Hell finger you anywhere, he’ll make that his main goal, having a list of places to fingerbang you in

LOVES to be in control when he’s fucking you

This turned real feral, I apologize

Also Theo after Quidditch practice checking you out 🫦

[lenoraslament]

Slytherin boys +Pansy react

Their Favorite Perfume for you to Wear

I’m such a fraghead I had to make it

Mattheo Riddle

Fruity, confident, bright scents

There is nothing that turns his head faster than a confident girl. He loves sexy, fruity perfumes that inspire him to take you on like a conquest.

Tom Ford Lost Cherry

Armani Si Passione

Sol de Janeiro 40 Bom De Bright

Victoria secret Bombshell

7 Virtues Coconut Sun

Lorenzo Berkshire

Sweet edible scents

This guy is just such a damn munch. He wants you to smell as edible as he thinks you are.

Kay Ali Vanilla 28

Burberry Her

Kay Ali Yum Pistachio

Sol de Janeiro Cheirosa 62

Theo Nott

Dark sexy scents

Theo wants you to smells as tempting and as seductive as you look. Dark coffees, spicy ambers, the epitome of sinking his hands into your hair and tugging jt back. Hard.

Black Opium

Victoria Secret Very Sexy

Tom Ford Black Orchid

Maison Margiela Jazz Club

Draco Malfoy

Clean florals

He loves when you smell as fresh and pretty as a spring day. Or at least as pretty as the expensive floral arrangements he buys you.

Replica Springtime in the Park

Chanel Chance

Glossier You

By/ Rosie Jane

Bliase Zabini

Spicy florals or Clean Scents

Blaise I’m torn because I feel like he would appreciate the simple clean soap smell. Beautiful and unproblematic. But Blaise secretly loves that sexy drama so he would appreciate a sexier floral scent that still has an air of sophistication to it.

Good girl

Arianna Grande Cloud

Juliette has a Gun Not a Perfume

Nest Indigo

Tom Riddle

Expensive and Sexy

Tom wants you to smell luxe, expensive, and unquestionably perfect. Think hotel lobby or the world’s most expensive vanilla. He won’t take you seriously if you show up smelling like a piece of candy. He probably won’t take you seriously either way but at least your presence won’t be as much of a bother if you smell good.

YSL libre

Baccarat Rouge

Billie eilish ‘Eilish’

Jo Malone Peony & Blush Suede

Pansy Parkinson

Niche scents.

Pansy ‘quintessential cool girl’ Parkinson will appreciate niche fragrances. She loves the unique and lesser known, it reminds her of you. Also she wants to be able to steal perfumes from your cool collection.

Vilhelm Perfumes: Poets of Berlin

Tokyo milk: Dead Sexy

Byredo Gypsy Water

[sailtomarina]

Somewhere Between a Quill and a Biscuit

Tap, tap, tap.

Hermione tried to block out the sound of quill on wood, hunching lower over her homework.

Tap. Tap, tap.

She could cast a muffliato, or move to her own room, but she’d been in the common space first. The very least Theo could do would be to stop. Making. Noise.

Tap.

“Could you not tap your quill?” Before she could restrain herself, Hermione had launched herself across the room from her chair to snatch the offending item from his grip.

He blinked up at her in surprise, and she refused to consider just how pretty she thought his deep green eyes were—not as bright as Harry’s, but darker and contemplative.

“Oh, sorry, Hermione. Just a habit.” He flashed dimples before lifting his hand in expectation. She handed him back the quill and went to return to her studies.

“We could probably use a break, you know.”

His voice halted her path and she turned around once again, a single eyebrow raised. “You might need a break, but I’m just fine.”

“You’ve been studying for hours.”

“This is how I always study.”

The Slytherin sighed and set down his quill. Reclining across the couch, he was the perfect picture of entitlement with his styled curls—how did he do that every day?—and trimmed nails drumming along his knee.

“Aaaaand, I’m saying I’d like you to keep me company while I take some well-deserved rest. Come on, Head Girl, sit with me.” He patted the narrow strip of cushion alongside him. The only way she’d fit would be if she perched on the edge or laid down against him. Neither option was acceptable.

“Fine. But I’m sitting in my usual spot.”

He grinned in delight, before bouncing up towards the fireplace.

“What are you—”

He tossed down Floo powder and shoved his head into the flames before she could finish her sentence. Mere moments later, he backed up to sit more appropriately on one side of the couch. He summoned a box of biscuits from the kitchen and started munching happily. She hoped he choked on them.

“Theo, who did you—”

Once again, Hermione found herself interrupted by the figure that stepped out of the fire and into their common room.

“Malfoy?”

He spun around mid-swipe, dust still clinging to his uniform.

“Granger?”

As if on cue, they both turned suspicious gazes towards the couch.

“Theo?” Their joint accusation sent the Head Boy into a fit of laughter.

“You two should see your faces. You’d think I murdered your children, or something.”

“This is stupid, I’m heading back—”

This time it was Hermione interrupting, cutting Malfoy off to demand an explanation. “Why did you summon Malfoy? I thought you wanted to hang out.”

“I do want to hang out. Why not with the two people I adore most?”

She groaned at the sparkle in his eye and the wink he sent their way. Even though she’d warmed to Theo Nott shortly after finding out they’d be Head Boy and Girl together during their eighth and final year, she thought it a stretch to believe him. How could he even begin to equate her to Malfoy? She knew they were best friends.

Now that she thought about it, Theo had repeatedly invited Malfoy into their shared dorm without ever telling her. She’d walk in and there they’d be, sitting on the chaise drinking their seemingly never ending supply of fire whiskey, playing chess by the fire, or reading on opposite sides of the room. Every time, she either turned right back around or went straight into her room.

This was the first time Theo had so clearly tried to bring them together. Perhaps the previous times weren’t a coincidence.

She glanced up at Malfoy and was surprised to see him already looking at her, his expression unreadable. They hadn’t talked to each other since his trial. Even then, their exchange had been nothing more than a “thank you” and a “you’re welcome” for her testimony on his behalf.

Just like then, he was the first to speak.

“Only if Granger is okay with it.”

For once, Theo stayed silent, as if waiting for her response. When she turned to her housemate for direction, he merely smiled encouragingly at her.

Hermione brought her attention back to Malfoy. He remained completely still as she studied him as thoroughly as one of her texts.

His once neat locks had grown long, spilling into his eyes. The unkempt look suited him in a way that would have only looked messy were he younger. Now, it signaled a freedom that matched his more relaxed posture. No longer did he thrust out his chest like some entitled heir to a vast fortune. While much of the Malfoy riches had gone into reparations for the war, she knew he still retained most of it; however, the pride that once accompanied such obscene wealth was nowhere to be seen.

He reminded her a bit of a certain dragon keeper, if she were being honest. Charlie always had this air of a sheathed wand about him—capable if required, but otherwise at ease with the world around him. She’d had a crush on her best friend’s brother for as long as she could remember. And now? Well, she thought this was the most attractive she’d ever considered Draco Malfoy.

She’d always thought him pretty, of course. Nobody else had white blonde hair as blinding as his; it shone across the Great Hall and Quidditch field like a beacon. His fine features had filled out. He’d grown into his once-lanky frame and towered over her. He now looked more akin to a Beater than a Seeker—maybe that’s why he hadn’t re-joined his house team.

The arms of Malfoy’s shirt were rolled up to his elbows, the pale flesh beneath littered with scars. From where she sat in her armchair, she was nearly eye level with the tattoo peeking out from his left forearm. He didn’t attempt to hide it when he noticed her looking. He simply raised a brow as if in challenge, waiting for her reaction.

“I’m okay with you staying.”

A whoop from across the room had them simultaneously rolling their eyes. The smile that followed at their shared reaction had her catching her breath—had he ever smiled at her before? She couldn’t remember a single moment in their past where he had, either in derision or as part of some cruel joke.

She knew this one was genuine. The sort of smile she’d seen him share with Theo when she was certain neither of them were looking. It was an open door.

So, she smiled back.

They’d thank Theo several months later, long after eventual friendship and their gloating third as the bridge. He eventually confessed to his meddling, having known about Draco’s crush for years. Hermione was constantly refilling their snack drawer because Theo insisted that the muggle biscuits she bought were “the best.” Draco and her would share another of their private smiles, knowing full well that the actual best biscuits were hidden in her bedroom far from sticky fingers.

Some secrets deserved to be kept, even from Theo.

DHRMonth Prompt: Week 1 - Hogwarts, September 2 - Head Boy & Girl

Cross-posted on AO3

WC 1193

Back to my 1k roots and my persistent love for Dreomione in any shape and form.

[elliebyrrdwrites]

The Heist pt. 6

You can read it from the beginning, here.

A New Addition

Draco, along with the three other wizards in the room, froze as a swath of red hair preceded the voice of Ginny Weasley. As she entered Draco’s study behind her husband.

“Hello, boys.”

“I thought I said I drew the line at Weasley!” Theo practically bellowed.

Draco quirked a brow at him. “I thought you had been referring to her brother.”

“I was, but you get one and you end up with the lot of them!”

“That’s not a thing. Besides, she’s a Potter.” Harry protested on behalf of his wife who huffed out a laugh.

“It’s sort of a thing.” Ginny Weasley swayed into the room like she owned it. Draco recalled her being rather confident, in comparison to her older brother. But this was a woman who not only exuded confidence, but looked utterly un-phased by Theo's ranting.

“What are you doing here, Aunt Ginny?” Teddy, who looked rather nervous, asked as he slid the guards lanyard behind his back.

Ginny strode over to the couch and set herself down, propping her feet upon the coffee table and announced, “I want in.”

Draco, of course, grinned broadly at her husband. But Theo managed to choke on his saliva as he struggled and failed to dignify the witch with a response.

“She figured out that I was up to something.”

“How?” Seamus asked as he fist bumped Ginny before setting himself across from her on one of the arm chairs.

“Well, first off all, Hermione dropped by the other day and insisted she speak to him in private. I always know that whenever she can’t speak to him in front of me, it has to do with naughty wizards.” She sucked through her teeth. “Secondly, I found Ron covering for him at work.”

“Weasley is covering for you?” Seamus raised a brow.

“Yeah,” Harry shrugged. “Who else can I trust to cover for me?”

“Not Weasley!” Theo growled.

“Ron wont give me away, Nott. Calm down. He knows about mine and Grangers schemes to get the some of the human traffickers caught.”

“Don’t you play Quidditch?” Draco asked, as he searched his drawers for something to munch on.

“Not anymore.” She drawled. “I work with Fred at the Joke Shop.”

“Oh, just what we needed. How fruitful your experience is to us. How useful you will be—”

“Exactly.” Ginny cut him off, casually and completely ignoring his sarcasm. “I’m glad you see it my way. Besides,” She sighed. “I’m bored.”

“Bored?!”

Draco shrugged, because well, he could relate. He had tried to retire from this life and worked part time for the Ministry as an auditor. But, half the time, he felt like stuffing his head into a carousel, just so he could have something more entertaining to do.

Theo opened his mouth to protest but paused and looked over at Harry. “Where is Granger?”

He shrugged and slid onto the couch beside his wife, who promptly moved her feet to his lap, instead. “I thought she was with you lot.”

“She was.” Theo squinted his eyes, briefly, then shook his head. As if to dispel his mind of any ill thoughts.

“Ginny,” Draco began. “You can help Potter set up a meeting with Astoria Greengrass.”

“Alright.” She didn’t ask anything except for, “Under what pretext?”

“To discuss the ongoing work of incorporating the normalcy of Muggle ways into the Wizarding world. Such as,” He gestured toward the two of them. “Cell phones.”

“Speaking of which. We should probably get some.” Harry tossed in. “Burner phones, anyway.”

“Why would we want to burn phones?” Theo scoffed.

“I’ve burned phones before. They sort of explode with enough heat applied.” Seamus nodded enthusiastically.

“Not —” Harry pinched his brow and sighed. “Nevermind. Just ask Hermione, will you?”

Draco agreed with Harry. Cell phones, though he had not much experience with them, seemed terribly convenient.

“If you had to guess,” Theo mused. “Where would you say Granger is?” He glanced at the old grandfather clock Draco had acquired from an antique shop many, many jobs ago.

“Probably doing something sneaky.” Ginny snorted and Harry chuckled. Theo frowned deeply as he played with an hour glass on Draco’s shelves.

Draco was on the verge of asking Ginny a question about the meeting when the aroma of garlic and onion began to waft through the door.

Just before Granger rounded the corner and held up two bags of Chinese take out.

Draco nearly groaned at the sight of it and the smells. Instead, he grinned broadly at her as she smirked across the room at him.

“Just lovely.” Draco directed at Theo who scowled at him.

“Where have you been?” Theo rounded on the witch who frowned up at him as she handed him a bag.

She took her wand from her pocket and quickly transfigured an old wooden cigar box into a dining table, and then added several chairs transfigured out of random items from Draco’s study, such as pens and decorative rocks.

“Hi, Gin!” Granger greeted her friend with absolutely no surprise at finding her presence.

“Hey ‘Mione!” Ginny called from her spot on the couch.

“I got Dinner, Theo.” Granger said to him.

He settled into a chair and frowned at her, clearly disbelieving her.

“Well,” She sighed and gestured to the seat at the head of the table for Draco before settling into one directly across from Theo. “I did make one extra stop.”

“Oh, did you?” Theo leaned back in his chair and watched as she unpacked takeout container after takeout container.

“I did.” She looked rather pleased with herself, causing Draco to smile at her as her twinkling eyes met his.

“And?”

“Well,” She bit her lower lip and reached into that little charmed purse of hers.

When she withdrew her hand, she held up a long, slender piece of ivory.

“Is that walrus ivory?” Draco asked, impressed.

“It is!” She handed it to him as he settled at the table.

Harry, Seamus, Teddy and Ginny all joined and began to pick through the food.

“You want to make a replica.” Draco murmured, nodding as he turned the piece over.

“I do.” She grabbed a pair of chopsticks and tucked into a box of chow mien.

“And where did you happen to come up on a tusk of a walrus?”

Granger shrugged and took a bite of noodles. “I stopped by Cormac’s.”

Theo made a gagging noise while Harry and Ginny cringed.

“I knew it.”

“McLaggen?” Seamus’ nose crinkled in disgust.

“Yes, he owed me a favor.”

Draco decided that while it was amusing to watch the lot of them degrade McLaggen, he didn’t appreciate the flustered look on Granger’s face as she tried to avoid all of the disapproving looks from her friends.

“I found out whose blood was used for the ward on The Wand,” Draco broke into the tension as he pinched a piece of salt and pepper chicken.

“You did?” Granger’s discomfort immediately vanished. “Who?”

“Astoria Greengrass.”

Theo choked on his noodles and Granger glanced at him before tilting her head. ��How odd. How did you find out?”

“Well,” He poked around the paper container a bit before setting it down. “I saw her at the museum talking with the curator and after a bit of research I found that she is, indeed, the one who donated the item from a personal collection of art she has been building over the years.”

“Oh, well, how do we get some of her blood?”

“That’s where the meeting with the Potters comes in.” He nodded to the couple who nodded in agreement.

“Okay.” Granger’s mouth pulled to one side. Her little forehead furrowed as she thought about it. “How is Harry and Ginny supposed to get her to give them blood.”

“Why don’t you meet with her?” Theo asked to which Draco chuckled at.

“You know Tori hates me.”

“Yes, but, when she inevitably slaps you and cuts herself on your rings as you lift a hand in defense, then we can get some of her blood. Deal done.”

“Why does Astoria Greenhouse hate you so much?” Granger leaned her elbows onto the table, eager eyes taking in the exchange between him and Theo.

“Because he left her at the alter.”

Ginny and Granger gasped, affronted. Granger leaned back in her seat and gaped at him.

“Why?” She finally asked.

Draco swiped the chow mien from where she had placed it and took a bite. When he swallowed, he frowned at her and shrugged.

“Oh, I think I remember that, now!” Ginny nodded emphatically. “Of course, I don’t remember any article saying that you ditched out on her.” She grimaced while simultaneously piercing Draco with a disapproving look.

“It doesn’t matter.” Granger shook her head, as if sensing the same discomfort in him as she felt when interrogated about McLaggen. “What matters is that Draco cannot be the one to get her blood, so it’ll have to be you two.”

Theo nodded. “And it’ll have to be creative.”

Teddy raised a hand, lazily as he reached over for an eggroll. “How does one get blood, creatively?”

Everyone around the table fell quiet as they ate.

“We could stab-” Seamus began.

“No.” Ginny cut him off.

“We could stupefy her.” Teddy shrugged. “Take her blood then obliviate her.”

Draco robbed at his jaw with a chuckle.

“Or,” Granger’s eyes were moving back and forth, looking between everyone around the table and doing some sort of mental calculation in her head.

“We could ask her.”

Theo laughed once. “Why didn’t we think of that, already?”

But Granger shook her head, undeterred. “She’s interested in the Muggles in some way, is she not? I mean, she’s donated a a piece of history to a muggle museum.”

Draco nodded. “She did. She has pushed her family to accept and embrace Muggles and things like Science and Art.”

Granger’s eyes lit up. “Exactly!”

“What are you saying?” Theo leaned forward, pressing his own elbows into the table.

“We could have Ginny and Harry pretend to be involved in some sort of Muggle foundation meant to study the link between the two. We can also tell her that it is meant to help the Wizarding world advance in Magic and Science, save lives or some rubbish like that.”

“Okay,” Harry nodded. “But in the Muggle world, there are specialist that take blood. We’re not Phlebotomists.”

She nodded. “A few of us can act like members of the foundation.”

“So we need to arrange a meeting with her to discuss it, first.” Ginny held up her chopsticks.

“Tomorrow.” Draco nodded.

“We’ll need Polyjuice potion.”

Draco nodded to Theo. “That’s not a problem. We have plenty.”

Granger leaned back in her seat. “This foundation needs to look real.”

Draco nodded and began to dig into his Salt and Pepper chicken with a renewed enthusiasm. “It will be real.” He smiled at her as he chewed.

“You mean Zabini?”

He nodded and Theo chuckled. “Zabini is going to help us screw over Greengrass. This is going to be interesting.”

“It’s going to be brilliant.” Teddy whooped and tossed an eggroll into his mouth. “Please tell me that I get to go.”

Harry and Ginny began to protest but it was Draco who appraised the kid and nodded. “What else can you morph into?”

“I could morph into a dog if it meant you’d let me play a bigger role.”

Draco laughed and glanced over at Granger who looked slightly concerned for the kid. Then at Theo who was grinning broadly at Teddy Lupin.

“This can work.” Theo nodded before settling his excited stare onto Draco.

Both men looked to Granger and watched as she fought the twitch of her lips, the fight against the smile that pushed to be seen once they settled their own onto her.

She sighed. “We’re going to need books on Phlebotomy, Teddy.” She glanced over at Draco’s clock. “The library should be open for another hour. We can make it if we hurry, now.”

Draco nodded, appreciatively, and winked at Granger.

He wasn’t sure if a slight blush had crept into her cheeks, or if it was a trick of the lighting.

"Oh," Theo perked up, suddenly recalling something. "While you're out, Granger, will you get us some of those burning phones?"

[breaniebree]

Decided to post an early sneak peek because I really love the complete fluff that is this chapter...

So here is a peek at chapter 316 -- The One With the Antiquing.

When Theo stepped back into Hogwarts that afternoon, he was still reeling from the kiss. He swore his lips were still tingling from Sebastian’s and the realization that he would be going on a date with this man, tonight, suddenly seemed daunting. He hurried to Ancient Studies, munching on an apple as he did. He knew that he was quiet, not as talkative in class as usual and when the charm sounded to end classes for the day, he still was at a bit of a loss. It wasn’t until he caught sight of Ginny on the stairs that everything crashed into focus.

He had a date.

Tonight.

With Sebastian.

“Ginny!”

Ginny turned, her red hair catching in the light and seeming to shine like a beacon as he hurried towards her. “Hi, Theo. How was the Wizengamot this afternoon? Did you see Sebastian?”

He took her hand and yanked her into the broom cupboard on the left. “Help me.”

Ginny raised an eyebrow. “Help you with what?”

“He kissed me.”

“HE DID!” she shrieked, her hands covering her mouth. “And?”

Theo bit his bottom lip. “It was… okay, it was bloody fantastic, all right? Like definitely in the top three for best kisses of all time. Stop grinning at me like that.”

“I can’t help it,” she said, holding his arms. “I’m so happy! Are you happy?”

“That he kissed me? I… I don’t know. One minute he was going on about how he doesn’t want to be my friend and the next he’s telling me that he wants to kiss me until I’ve stopped thinking and it was all rather sudden.”

“Only to oblivious people like you,” Ginny said. “Tonks literally said he fancied you.”

Theo frowned. “I just don’t get it. I swore he wasn’t gay.”

“That’s because you, Theodore Nott, have the worst sense of determining who is gay of anyone I have ever met.”

“Not true,” he said.

“So true,” Ginny insisted. “You were completely shocked by Colin’s admission and no one else was.”

“Well, I just always thought that he fancied you and seeing him like blokes took me by surprise.”

“Uh-huh,” Ginny said. “And when you found out Seamus was gay, you were completely shocked and claimed that he was the least gay person you’d ever met.”

“He just didn’t fit for me. I always knew Dean fancied him, though. That was obvious,” Theo told her.

Ginny rolled her eyes. “The blokes you snog who are interested in dating you, you deem as not worthy and the ones whom you decide you do like, aren't gay and don’t want a relationship with you. Ergo, you couldn’t pick a gay man out of the room if your life depended on it.”

“I take offence to that,” Theo said.

Ginny stood on her toes and kissed his cheek. “Good. Maybe it will smarten you up. Now, tell me about the kiss.”

Theo’s lips curved. “I told you, it was… top three.”

“How?”

“He pinned me against the wall.”

Ginny smiled. “I love it when Harry pins me against things. I really get a sense that I’m wanted when he does that.”

Theo nodded. “I concur. He pinned me against the wall and he did it in a way that held me there, but if I wanted to leave, I could have. I didn’t feel trapped.”

“That’s good,” Ginny told him.

Theo let out a slow breath. “He had his hands resting on the wall and it forced me to look up at him because he’s so bloody tall. And then he gripped my hips and just molded my body to his and holy Salazar, Ginny, his body is like rock hard. He has to be made of nothing but solid muscle.”

At her urging, he cleared his throat.

“Then he told me that I had to make a choice and I called him a coward and he actually fucking growled at me and then he kissed me and… oh gods, did he kiss me. It was the softest of kisses, like he was just waiting for me to pull away, but his lips were just perfect against mine. It was just so intense and so… you know that power you get, right before you orgasm?” At her nod, he bit his lip. “Kissing Bas felt like that. It was like I was right on the edge. No one has ever kissed me like that, Ginny.”

Ginny’s grin was infectious. “About time then, isn’t it?”

[lonelysoul029]

His Hufflepuff Secret ~ Seven

<-Previous Chapter

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Y/N walks into the Great Hall and sits down next to Hannah, who is sitting across from Darren. They're both talking with Cedric Diggory and a brunette girl named Laurie.

"How are you so sure you're going to win Cedric?" Darren asks the older wizard.

"I've got faith in myself, D," Cedric answers, throwing a small piece of broccoli at his friend," And besides, that Potter ain't half bad, so either one of us can easily take the win for Hogwarts."

"I, for one, don't doubt that Cedric," Y/N chimes in, taking a few fries from Darren's plate. She's  quick to avoid his hand swatting hers away.

"Thanks Fawley," the dark-haired boy smiles at her.

They continue to chat about the tournament. The boys even mention Fleur Delacour and the other Beauxbaton ladies and how 'pretty' and 'hot' they are compared to the girls at Hogwarts. This results in Hannah leaning over from across the table to smack Darren with her Care of Magical Creatures textbook.

"Ow! What'd you do that for?" Darren whines, rubbing at the top of his head.

"Beauxbaton girls are prettier than the girls here at Hogwarts huh?" Hannah scowls at the boy.

His face falls, "I-I was only joking, Hannah."

"Sure you were," she gets up from her seat, "Come on, Fawley. Let's go someplace where no gits are around to open their stupid mouths."

Y/N takes Darren's whole plate of fries and follows Hannah out the hall. They hear him trying to apologize to Hannah, but they're already halfway out the door.

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The girls sit on one of the window sills near their next class as they munch on the stolen fried potatoes.

"So, since you're doing better after that incident with Pansy," Hannah speaks, "Maybe now we can talk about what happened at the Yule Ball?"

"Why? What happened at the Yule Ball?" Y/N knows what her friend is talking about, she just  doesn't want to talk about it.

"Don't play dumb with me, Fawley," the blonde points a fry at her, "You know exactly what I'm talking about. Hell, the whole bloody school knows what I'm talking about!"

Y/N bangs her head against the concrete behind her, which was a stupid idea considering her still fairly new head injury. What the fuck is your beef with your own head? "So you saw it then?" she mumbles quietly.

"Well, when you kiss Draco Malfoy in the middle of the bloody dance floor," Hannah says sarcastically, "Anyone, or rather, everyone present in the room will obviously see it. In this case, half our school and Durmstrang and Beauxbatons, happened to be present in the room," she grins at her.

"Okay but that's not true," she tries to defend, "Technically, he kissed me. Not the other way around."

Hannah laughs, "Doesn't matter who kissed who first. What matters is that students and staff saw it, and now you two are the biggest gossip around here. On top of that-"

"There's more?" Y/N groans.

"Yes," Hannah nods, "Pansy Parkinson has been bad mouthing you any chance she gets."

Seriously? When is she ever going to stop with this attitude of hers?

"Speaking of, how's your head feeling?"

"Physically, the cut on my head is healing; but with all that's been going on, my brain cells are about to run away to South Korea just to escape my thoughts."

Hannah gives her a sympathetic smile, "What are your thoughts, anyway?"

"About what exactly?" Y/N prompts.

"Malfoy."

She groans, "Ugh where do I even start?"

"Oh, I don't know..." Hannah says sarcastically, "Maybe from the beginning?"

So Y/N does exactly that. She explains to Hannah that she and Malfoy have been friends since second year and how they both agreed to keep it a secret, "...but that's the thing! We promised each other to be friends only behind closed doors and then he goes and takes me to the ball and kisses me."

"It sounds to me that he's got it bad for you," Hannah smirks.

"I highly doubt he's 'got it bad' for me, Hannah," she uses air quotes to emphasize her point.

"Let's look at the facts then, shall we?" she leans forward with her elbows on her textbook and her hands interlaced, "You said that you've been friends in secret for years. In said years, you two flirted back and forth with each other and he's always touchy feely with you. He's probably been in love with you from the beginning! Maybe, he finally got the courage to show his feelings for you and thought that the Yule Ball was the perfect opportunity to do it."

Y/N scoffs nervously, "You could join the Major Investigation Department of the Magical Congress of the United States of America with that investigative thinking of yours," she babbles, trying to deflect what her friend is implying.

"That is not my point and you know it," Hannah says sternly, "With all that denying of yours, I'd say you've got it just as bad as Malfoy does."

"You ladies talking about me?" a familiar voice says.

"Absolutely not," Hannah quickly replies.

Y/N turns her head and sees Draco Malfoy towering over them with a smirk on his face.

"You sure about that, Abbott? Cuz I definitely heard my name," he utters cockily.

"Didn't anyone tell you it's rude to eavesdrop?" Hannah retorts. Y/N is choosing to stay silent, both in embarrassment and not wanting to talk after what her friend just told her.

"I think if it's me you're gossiping about, I have the right to eavesdrop."

"Whatever, Malfoy," she rolls her eyes then pulls her friend up by the arm, "Let's go Y/N, we'll be late for class."

"Hey! I'm in this class too, Abbott," Draco follows the girls.

"And I care because...?" Hannah prompts as she walks faster.

He slows his pace and semi-yells, "Because that's my girlfriend you're dragging all the way there."

The girls stop dead in their tracks. Some students bump into them and some curse them for blocking the way. Hannah slowly turns around to face the Slytherin, "What did you just say?"

"Oh fuck," Y/N mutters under her breath before turning around as well.

"You heard me, Abbott," the boy says, his eyes flickering to Y/N's. A smug smirk permanently plastered on his face, "Ain't that right, sweetheart?"

She nervously meets Hannah's wide-eyed expression, "Yeah, uhh... small detail I forgot to mention?"

"Small detail?!" the other girl exclaims, "Y/N this is huge!"

"Hannah, please," Y/N rolls her eyes, "It's really not a big deal."

"Not a big deal my arse," Hannah grins, "I knew you've both got it bad. Turns out it's officially happening already."

"Can we just get to class?" Y/N groans.

"Fine."

The trio walk into Potions. The girls sit at their usual table with two other Hufflepuffs. On the other side of the room, Draco sits with Crabbe, Goyle and Blaise.

Snape is leaning on his desk, arms folded and face stoic as ever. If he dislikes his job so much, why not just quit? Y/N thinks.

The professor clears his throat, "Today, I will be teaching you about what can be considered the most powerful and most dangerous potion in the world; amortentia. Can anyone tell me what it is?" He scans the room full of bored students, "Mr. Nott."

"Amortentia is a love potion, professor. It can cause extreme infatuation or obsession from whoever drinks it," Theo answers confidently.

"And what is peculiar about it's scent?" Snape looks to the other side of the room, "Miss Fawley?"

Y/N looks up from her notes, "The scent is different for each person. Amortentia will smell like whatever the person is most attracted to."

"Would you like to tell us what you smell?" the professor says, gesturing to the cauldron at the front of the class.

"Sure, I guess," Y/N nods hesitantly. She gets up from her table and walks up to the front. Using her hand, she waves it over the cauldron and breathes in. "I smell apples, mint and... cologne?" A familiar snicker can be heard from one of the tables. Immediately, Y/N rolls her eyes.

"Interesting," Professor Snape hums, although his tone far from interested, "Please take your seat, Miss Fawley. Now, all of you are to brew this potion. I expect perfection and nothing less. Remember, amortentia is quite a dangerous potion, so don't ingest it. No fooling around. Anyone who fails to act properly will receive a month's detention."

The students nod, and a few 'yes, professor's' are muttered.

"You may begin."

Y/N grabs a cauldron while Hannah gathers the ingredients. They place the items back on their table and start going through the instructions.

"So," Hannah nudges Y/N's shoulder, "Apples and cologne, huh?" she smirks at her.

"Oh shut it, Abbott."

The blonde simply giggles, "Come on. Loosen up will you? At least you smelled your actual boyfriend, and not some other guy. That would've been completely awkward and embarrassing if what you described was antique rooms, firewood and Quidditch broomsticks, like Harry Potter's scent."

"Hannah, why in the world would I smell Harry Potter?" Y/N asks, extremely confused.

"Have you forgotten the beginning of second year?" Hannah raises an eyebrow at her, "I swear every single night you wouldn't shut up about him in our dorm."

Y/N takes a second to ponder, "Oh, right! I mean, Harry did look really cute that year," the girls both laugh but cut off by a tall man in a black cape.

"Is this laughter a product of working, ladies?" Snape's deep monotone voice rings in their ears. When the girls don't answer, he continues, "That's what I thought. Get back to the task. Next time, I will be deducting points."

"Sorry, Professor," Y/N mumbles. Snape glares at the two one last time before moving on to another table to pick on other students.

"Alright then. Let's finish this potion, shall we?" Hannah goes to add some rose thorns into the cauldron.

They finish the rest of the steps in silence and pretty soon, the smell of apples, mint and cologne surrounds Y/N's senses. "What do you smell, Hannah?"

"I smell... old books, red cedar and fudge. Ugh, of course even when I'm annoyed at him, he's still the one that I smell," Hannah rolls her eyes.

"Darren?" Y/N chuckles.

"You called?" Darren appears from behind them.

"Go back to smelling your 'hot' Beauxbaton girls, moron," Hannah repulses.

"Hey!I already said I was joking," he replies with an apologetic look.

Y/N watches the two, trying her best not to laugh at her friends. She turns away from them and spots Draco punching Zabini's arm and laughing. It seems as though Zabini pretended to guzzle down the potion and acted all lovey-dovey towards Goyle. Draco's gaze meets hers and he gives her a knowing wink. She smiles at him then sees Snape appear beside the Slytherin boys. Y/N turns back to her friends, knowing Zabini is definitely receiving that month's detention.

"That boy just knows exactly how to get to a girl's heart," Hannah says sarcastically. Darren has retreated back to his table and is purposefully avoiding the blonde girl's death glare.

"What even happened?" Y/N asks.

"He's just been a real git these last couple of days," Hannah sighs, "Saying all the wrong things all the time. I don't know if he's not interested in me anymore or he's just stupid, or both," she props an elbow up on the table and rests her chin on her hand.

"I say he's just stupid," she smiles and puts a hand on Hannah's shoulder, "I'm sure Darren will come to his senses."

"Thanks," Hannah smiles back.

"It appears all of you have finished," Snape announces, "But because you all took your precious time brewing the potion, class is now ending," he gives pointed looks at each table, "Take an empty bottle and label them with your names. You will pour the potion into the bottle and place it on my desk. I will assess and grade them after class. You're all dismissed."

The students do as they're told and place their amortentia potions on Snape's desk. Y/N and Hannah walk towards the exit then they hear a voice call out, "Fawley, wait up!"

They turn and see Draco and his friends catching up with them.

"What?" Y/N asks, already bored of the conversation she knows the topic of.

Draco stops right in front of her with a grin on his face, "Just wanted to know what you smelt from the amortentia."

She rolls her eyes, "You already know what it was."

"Maybe I just want to hear it again," he smirks.

Y/N scoffs, not wanting to give him the satisfaction, "You wanna hear how I smelt firewood and Harry's shampoo?" she smirks back at him.

"Ooh burn," Goyle says from behind Draco.

"Shut up, Goyle," Draco elbows him in the stomach. Goyle mumbles a sorry before Draco turns back to Y/N, "That wasn't funny."

"Really?" she bats her eyelids up at him innocently, "I think it was quite hilarious."

Draco grabs her wrist and pulls her closer to him. He leans down to her ear and whispers, "I think you should watch it, sweetheart."

Despite the heat rising in Y/N's cheeks from their closeness and the fact that their friends are seeing their obvious tension, she replies, "No, I don't think I will," she moves out of his grasp, but not before placing a kiss on his cheek. She winks at him then walks away, Hannah following close behind.

Draco just stands there, dumbfounded. Just when I think I have the upper hand... he smiles to himself.

"Merlin's beard, Malfoy. She's got you wrapped around her little finger, doesn't she?" Zabini jokes.

He just glares at Zabini, but inside he's thinking: Yes. She really does.

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Next Chapter->

[acne-prone]

Daphne Greengrass

☆ Behind The Mask ☆

Daphne Greengrass always knew she was expected to be the perfect, aristocratic daughter. Her parents instilled this in her since she could talk and never missed a moment to tell her of her duties as their daughter. "Remember to befriend the right people, darling," her mother warned her before letting her daughter begin her first year at Hogwarts. "Connections are everything." Daphne's father nodded in agreement, looking at a family of red heads with disdain. "Send my regards to Theo and Blaise when you see them," her father said, winking at her. Daphne sighed. She got the hint. The right sort were, of course, people she didn't agree with but people that her parents approved of. Being the eldest Greengrass female meant she had certain duties to fufill, primarily marrying a respectable, pureblood man someday, true love or not.

With these expectations in mind, during the sorting ceremony, Daphne pleaded with the Sorting Hat to not put her in Hufflepuff. "Are you sure?" the sorting hat asked. "Your future would be bright in Hufflepuff. In Slytherin, you might have to fight for what you want." Daphne assured the hat that her only option was Slytherin. Her parents would be disappointed in her otherwise. So, she became a member of Slytherin that day. Daphne would be lying if she said that she didn't cry in her bed that night.

Nonetheless, the next morning, Daphne began to hide behind a facade of being a mere follower. Though she disliked Pansy and her gang of Slytherin girls, Daphne faked her way into their good graces by pretending to share their pureblood ideals and gossiping with them about their classmates. Secretly though, Daphne wished that she could openly show her annoyance with Pansy like Tracey Davis did. Tracey, brilliant Tracey, refused to hide behind a mask and embraced herself, not caring if people hated her as a result. If Daphne was not so scared of the consequences, she would have gladly done the same.

To keep herself sane, Daphne kept a diary, writing down her true thoughts and feelings. Disguising the diary as the book, "Hogwarts: A History", Daphne felt secure in knowing that her roommates would never feel the urge to read it. Daphne just thanked her lucky stars that Hermione Granger wasn't her roomate, as she knew the bushy-haired girl would be the only person to ever read that boring book.

The Greengrass girl came up with a nightly routine. Once she was certain all the girls were asleep in their respective beds, Daphne would pull the curtains around her own bed and cast a faint Lumos. After grabbing a box of sugar quills, she would take out her quill and begin to write, munching on her favorite candy quietly.

Due to her pent-up frustration with Pansy, Daphne often found herself writing about the short-haired girl. Daphne knew that Pansy manipulated their friends into doing her bidding by exploiting their weaknesses.

Daphne's roomates all knew Millicent Bulstrode did not come from a happy home. Potions could only do so much to heal the scars that Millicent had on her body. Millicent, instead of outright confessing her plight with roomates, elected to hide behind her insecurities by using her fists. So, Pansy built up Millicent's confidence by giving her people to use those powerful fists on.

Sally-Anne Perks, who was already a nasty piece of work to begin with, became exceptionally two-faced to please Pansy's need for gossip. Sally-Anne would pretend to be a shoulder to cry on or a confidante but when Pansy needed information on someone, Sally-Anne would go through the catalog in her head to find words that could ruin a person's life. If Sally-Anne couldn't live the arisotractic life she wanted then she would make damn sure everyone else hated their own lives.

Strangely enough, Pansy did not have a role for Daphne in her schemes. In second year, when Sally-Anne and Daphne were studying in the library, the other girl admitted that she was jealous of Daphne. "You know, you're real lucky that Pansy respects you. Like really respects you. Though I try to be enough for her, I think she likes you out of all of us." Daphne gave Sally-Anne a quizzical look but Sally-Anne went on reading like she had said nothing. If Pansy did see Daphne as her equal, then Daphne must be doing a rather great job of hiding her real beliefs.

Nonetheless, within the safety of her own mind, the Greengrass girl stuck to her ideals. Despite the appearance she put on, Daphne did not care for a person's blood status or their last name. A person's worth was based solely on their personality and goals in life, in her opinion. Yet, she never shared these sentiments with her friends lest they shun her entirely. Daphne wouldn't know what to do if she were an outcast. Tracey made being an outcast look so tempting but Daphne was always held back by her own mind.

Lastly, the Slytherin boys, though they from time to time did Pansy's bidding, were truthfully under Draco Malfoy's command, primarily Crabbe and Goyle, who acted without using those big heads of theirs. Daphne swears the oafs were born to follow Draco Malfoy's every directive.

Theodore Nott and Blaise Zabini, on the hand, being the true Slytherins that they were, acted only when it was to their own advantage. Despite being wild cards, the two boys still acted like the pureblood aristocrats that they had been brought up to be to Daphne's dismay. The three of them were childhood friends, hence her father's not-so-discrete suggestion to remain close to them. Though Daphne remained amiable with them, she didn't have the courage to confess her true beliefs to the Slytherin boys. Daphne feared that given the chance, the boys would follow a dark path if it meant that they could be in positions of leadership. They were, perhaps, the most power-hungry people she knew. Daphne didn't need powerful friends, contrary to what her parents believe. All she ever truly wanted was friends that she could rely on. But in this upside down world, Daphne could only rely on her mask to make it through Hogwarts without any blemishes on her name.

Though Daphne successfully kept up her facade for some time, it was not until her fourth year at Hogwarts that she began to grow tired of hiding her true self. Pansy's meddling was ultimately the reason that Daphne's mask began to crack. Pansy should have never messed with Daphne's baby sister.

[liinza]

What are your the top films you recommend?

Jonas Mekas: As I Was Moving Ahead Occasionally I Saw Brief Glimpses of Beauty

Michelangelo Antonioni:  L’Avventura, La Notte, L’eclisse, Red Desert, Blow-Up

Nathaniel Dorsky: Variations, Threnody, Song and Solitude, Compline, Alaya

Robert Bresson: Diary of a Country Priest, A Man Escaped

Jon Jost: Last Chants for a Slow Dance, The Bed You Sleep In

Apichatpong Weerasethakul: Syndromes and a Century, Blissfully Yours, Cemetery of Splendour

Chantal Akerman: Jeanne Dielman, 23, Quai du Commerce 1080 Bruxelles; Portrait of a Young Girl at the End of the ’60s in Brussels; Toute une nuit

John Cassavetes: Faces, Love Streams, The Killing of a Chinese Bookie

Ingmar Bergman: Persona, The Silence, Cries and Whispers, Fanny & Alexander

Béla Tarr: Satantango, Damnation, Werckmeister Harmonies, The Turin Horse

Aleksey German: My Friend Ivan Lapshin; Khrustalyov, My Car!

Éric Rohmer: My Night at Maud’s, The Green Ray, Claire’s Knee, The Aviator’s Wife

Tsai Ming-liang: Goodbye Dragon Inn, The River, Vive L’Amour, Rebels of the Neon God

Rainer Werner Fassbinder: The Bitter Tears of Petra von Kant, In a Year with 13 Moons, Chinese Roulette

Carl Theodor Dreyer: Ordet, The Passion of Joan of Arc

Pedro Costa: In Vanda’s Room, Colossal Youth, Horse Money, Vitalina Varela

Krzysztof Kieślowski: The Decalogue, Three Colors: Blue, White, Red

Carlos Reygadas: Silent Light, Post Tenebras Lux

Claire Denis: U.S. Go Home, Beau Travail

David Lynch: Mulholland Drive, Blue Velvet, Twin Peaks 

Teo Hernández: Cristaux, Lacrima Christi

Chris Marker: Sans Soleil

Šarūnas Bartas: Three Days, The House, Few of Us

Edward Yang: A Brighter Summer Day, Yi Yi

Lisandro Alonso: Los Muertos, Jauja

Andrei Tarkovsky: Mirror, Andrei Rublev

Jean Eustache: The Mother and the Whore

Bruno Dumont: Humanité, Li’l Quinquin

Hiroshi Teshigahara: Woman in the Dunes

Mike Leigh: Naked

Peter Watkins: Edvard Munch

François Truffaut: The 400 Blows

Pier Paolo Pasolini: Teorema, Oedipus Rex

Lav Diaz: Melancholia

Hou Hsiao-hsien: A Time to Live, a Time to Die

Theo Angelopoulos: Landscape in the Mist

Dziga Vertov: Man with a Movie Camera

& etc.