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a/n: this is not something I usually post but I’m addicted to my pookie theodore like your honor this is my husband >:(

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riding bf!theo after an exam bc he’s so stressed :’(

theo worshipping your body bc he’s a great bf

good morning

fucking you on your childhood bed

he’s so sensitive (my personal favorite😍)

one night stand with your enemy (you’re gonna come back to him)

he loves your tits

making out PASSIONATELY with your “best friend” theo

theo fucks you with your slytherin skirt on

italy trip together ;)

“sit on my face.”

trying something new

rival!theo caught you flirting w/ someone else at the party

stop he loves you so so much <33

[girasollake]

Hi! Can I request a smut imagine with prompt 48 and trope 8 with Theodore Nott.

She’s a slytherin too and a badass bitch who everybody wants to be or date

Thank youuu!

✧ theodore nott x fem!reader x jealousy x "you. are. mine."✧

(this request is a part of my writing event, here is the link to the masterlist of the fics i'll be publishing from said event:) )

this took longer than i expected, thank you for your request anon! x

told u guys i’d post smth… surprise!!!!

warnings: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, p in v sex, some swear words, some slight cedric x reader, theo being bitchy ig, fingering, general sex stuff, orgasm denial, ummmmmm yeah i think that’s it

i’ll reread it later to fix mistakes cuz rn it’s 2 am where i live and i’m going to bed bye

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Your relationship with Theo was complicated. At least in your mind that was the most suitable word for this dynamic, you could never find anything else that would quite describe it. You were friends, that’s for sure, this was the only thing you were certain of. Some days you had found yourself tangled in his bedsheets, his soft fingers caressing your back as you lingered in his scent. But, there were also days when you didn’t speak to him at all, strolling through the halls and seeing him tug a piece of hair behind the ear of some Ravenclaw girl while simultaneously giving her his infamous smile. Even though you also flirted and went on dates with others, something inside your guts sunk down each time you saw him with a girl who was not you. And you could barely handle it. Every time you promised yourself you’ll never sleep with him again or give him your attention, you’d always end up doing the opposite. There was something about him that lured you in, it was toxic, but so divine. So, whenever his lips connected to yours in a hungry kiss, you’d forget about all of the other women he probably does this with. It was just you and him and your only thought during these moments was to stay with him like that forever.

‚-it’s not like it’s that important.’

‚Huh?’ You lifted your head and met Pansy’s annoyed face. ‚Sorry, what were you saying?’

¨What is going on with you lately?´She shook her head and sighed. ´I asked if you have a date for the ball.’ She then added.

‘Oh, well, not really.’ You shrugged.

‘Seriously? Is this about Theo again? I’ve told you multiple times that there is a fucking queue of guys just waiting for you and all you do is always go back to him.’ She huffed. ‘What about Mason? Louise? Henry? They were all head over heels for you, I don’t believe they didn’t ask you at least once.’

‘They did. I just said no.’ You mumbled and avoided her angry gaze.

SShe groaned and took a sip of her butterbeer. ‘I was not going to tell you this, but I see there is no other option.’ Pansy took a deep breath. ‘I heard the boys talking about the ball and Nott wants to take Arisa.’

You swallowed a big gulp in your throat and looked down into your drink. You expected that something like this would happen, you just didn’t think you wouldn’t be prepared to hear it.

‘’M sorry.’ She looked at your numb expression with caring eyes.

‘It’s okay Pans.’ You gave her a soft smile. ‘Maybe you’re right. Maybe it’s time to move on.’

Even though you tried to not think about him for the next few days, it was unusually hard. He was on your mind non stop, like a song playing on repeat. On top of that, everyone was talking about the upcoming event. While walking through the halls you overheard people gossiping about the pairs, discussing what they are gonna wear and you were also a witness to roughly 7 performances of the boys creatively asking their crushes to go with them.

You walked into the courtyard and took a seat on the nearest free bench. You pulled out your sketchbook in hopes to finally draw something. Truth is, you didn’t remember the last time you practiced your beloved activity, not that you didn’t have time, you just didn’t have any ideas. This time wasn’t different, you looked around and then your gaze rested on the empty page before you. You made a soft line with your pencil and stopped, it was like your hand didn’t want to listen to your mind. You groaned and closed the sketchbook to put it in your bag again. While doing this, you felt a presence in front of you. Looking up, you saw Cedric Diggory, a charming smile plastered on his face.

‘Hi, do you have a moment?’ He asked and you stood up to face him.

‘Of course.’ You smiled.

‘I have a question.’

‘If you want my help with something, then no. I can barely finish my own essays and-‘

‘No, that’s..’ He chuckled. ‘I was wondering if you’d want to go to the ball with me?’

‘Oh..’ You bit your lip softly from the inside. ‘I.. I’ll think about it. Is that okay with you?’

‘Surely, just don’t take too long, darling.’ He sent you a wink and walked out of the courtyard.

Later that night you were studying in your dorm, soft music was playing in your headphones as you scribbled some sigils for one of the classes. Your back was turned to the door, so you didn’t hear that someone came in. It was the feeling of being observed that made you move your head to inspect the room and there he was. Theodore Nott stood next to your door, his arms were crossed and you couldn’t quite read his expression. You grabbed your headphones and took them off.

‘Knocking exists.’ You told him.

‘Not for me.’ He replied sternly.

‘What are you doing here, Theodore?’ You fixed your position on the bed so that you were fully facing him. ‘Don’t you have any other hoes to tend to?’

‘Are you going to the ball with Diggory?’ He avoided your question.

‘Why do you care?’ You stood up.

‘Answer me.’ He took a step closer to you.

‘Maybe I am, maybe I’m not.’

‘For fucks sake, stop being a brat and answer the question.’ He said through gritted teeth.

‘It’s none of your business.’ You replied while stepping closer to him and poking your finger into his chest.

His scent filled up your nose and you felt this forbidden feeling again. Your body was lustful, for him, but you couldn’t let him win again.

He chuckled, ‘See, that’s where you’re wrong.’

You scoffed, ‘Fine. Yes.’ You spat at him. ‘I’m going with Cedric. Is that what you wanted to hear?’

His eyes darkened at the confession, which wasn’t even true. You just wanted to get on his nerves and see what he would do. You didn’t even have time to react before he pinned you to the wall and hovered over you. Your breath hitched and you tried your best to avoid his eyes, because if you looked into them, you’d lose.

‘No, you’re not.’ He stated. ‘You are not going with anyone.’

‘Why? Why the fuck do you care so much?!’ Your eyes were glued to the ceiling.

He gripped your face with one of his hands and forced you to look at him. You closed your eyes.

‘You.’ He whispered and brought his lips closer to yours before breathily adding the rest. ‘Are. Mine.’

The sound of his voice was angelic and it sent a certain feeling down to your core. You tried your best to resist but your eyes fluttered open and met his. You lost.

He grabbed your face and connected your lips in a hungry kiss. You whimpered into his mouth and cursed yourself in your mind. Why was he so addictive? Why couldn’t you quit? He just felt too good to be true. Kissing you in all the right places, his fingers touching where you needed him most, every time you felt him inside of you, it felt like heaven.

He took a few steps back and tried to not break the kiss. He pushed you onto the mattress and with one of his hands he pushed all the books off the bed. He left wet kisses along your jawline and you moaned at the feeling. He discarded both of your shirts and attached his lips to your chest, leaving a couple love bites along the way.

‘I want you to say it.’ He mumbled into your ear.

‘Hm?’ You were brought out of your trance.

‘I want you to admit you’re mine.’

‘But am I?’ He stopped kissing your neck and gripped your throat.

‘Are you?’ He raised his brow and smirked challengingly, knowing you’d fold under him.

You stared deep into his eyes and swallowed harshly because of his grip, before replying, ‘I’m yours.’

‘Good girl.’ He let go of your neck and connected your lips once again.

Soon enough both of you were a sweaty mess, clothes laying somewhere on the wooden floor, soft sounds escaping your lips as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. His breath on your neck and occasional kisses made you feel dizzy, his fingers making you squirm from the pleasure, but it wasn’t enough.

‘I need to feel you.’ You breathed out and Theo didn’t waste a second.

He positioned himself on top of you and slowly entered your aching pussy. You threw your head back and he used that to immediately attach his lips to your neck once again.

‘’S okay, darling. You’re doing so good f’me.’ He whispered to help you relax.

His voice made you let go of the tension in your lower body, finally allowing him to move at a pace so perfect for both of you. He lifted you up and spinned both of you, so that you were on top of him. His thrusts became quicker and stronger, one of his hands was caressing your breasts, while the other rubbed your clit so deliciously. You cried out his name a few times when you were close, but he always stopped just then. He just smirked every time and continued his actions, it turned him on, watching you whine on top of him. He felt he was getting closer to his release, so he sped up again, and this time his hand stayed on your sweet spot. You reached your high with a loud moan and threw your head back, your hand grabbing Theo’s arm. He released inside of you with a loud groan and you used that to push away his hand which was still rubbing circles on your bud, too sensitive for more. You collapsed on top of him and gave him a peck on his collarbone. Theo reached for the blanket and covered the two of you.

‘I lied.’ You mumbled.

‘What?’

‘I’m not going with Cedric.’ You replied softly. ‘I told him I’d think about it and..’

‘Good.’ He interrupted. ‘You’re going with me then.’

‘Am I?’ You looked up at him playfully. ‘I thought you were taking Arisa.’

‘Who?’ He replied and you giggled. ‘She asked me to go. But I refused.’

‘Why? She’s a nice girl.’

‘Maybe. But she isn’t you.’ He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. ‘And I belong solely to you.’

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@ girasollake 2024

[evergone]

Theodore Nott General + Dating HCs

Theodore Nott x reader

Warnings: Smoking, alcohol, nudity, swearing.

Description: General and dating headcanons.

Smokes mostly when he’s anxious or angry (or any other negative emotion) rather than as a recreational activity.

Has tried to quit, but never sticks with it.

A big fighter — hates it when people talk shit about you or his friends and is almost always the one to start fights.

So protective of you it’s not even funny, and Blaise and Draco are always there to back him up when he fights for your honour or whatever.

Physical touch and quality time are his two biggest love languages because he didn’t get much of that when he was growing up. After that its gift giving, acts of service, and words of affirmation (he’s not a big talker).

Always has to be touching you in someway, be that linked pinkies or you sitting on his lap.

If you’re a legimens he always wants you to be reading his mind so you can see how pretty you are.

Argues with Hermione Granger’s annotations in the library books and forces you to take his side even when you think he’s wrong because “you’re [his] girlfriend and therefore you have to be on [his] side.”

Doesn’t personally wear glasses but loves to try on yours if you wear them — especially if you’re really blind.

Loves it when you read to him (he just loves the sound of your voice).

Prefers essays and non-fiction to fiction.

Is surprisingly good with kids. If you have siblings then they’re probably obsessed with him.

Not a big pet name user because he likes the sound of your name but when he’s drunk or feeling particularly soppy he’ll call you ‘lovey’ and occasionally ‘baby’ or ‘babe.’

Doesn’t mind being called pet names, but also prefers his name. He just adores being called ‘Teddy.’

He swears he doesn’t have a best friend, but everyone likes to assume they’re his best friend which can be a bit difficult when someone mentions this (“I’m literally his best friend, Blaise, what the fuck?” “He barely even likes you, Pansy!” “He doesn’t like either of you, I’m his best friend.” “Shut up, Draco, I’m his girlfriend and therefore his best friend.”)

In actuality, his best friend is probably Madam Pince.

So smart its not even funny. He’s coming in the top three ranks for every class he takes.

Also has no time for stupid people. If someone can’t keep up with his brain than he just won’t talk to them ever again.

Never wants to be a Death Eater and when Draco told him that he was, Theo didn’t talk to him for a week.

Has read almost every book in the library.

Sometimes reads muggle books as a sly form of rebellion against his father.

His favourite book is one you bought him for his birthday.

Doesn’t really like animals all that much but if you have one he’ll tolerate it (the kind of guy to say ‘no’ to getting a puppy and then gets it for you but ends up as the puppy’s biggest fan, like, buying a million different dog beds and including it in family photos).

Loves to take baths with you, especially if you let him wash you or you wash him.

You’d think his favourite place at school would be the library, but its actually his dorm. He loves it when you stay with him for the night — mostly because he likes to hold you, but partly because he likes when everyone gets to see you walking out of there in the morning.

Has a million photos of you up on the walls of his dorm and his bedroom at home.

His favourite pastime is taking you shopping.

Prefers to hang out at the shops with you, Pansy, Daphne and Millicent (and sometimes Astoria) than staying behind with the boys because he gets to pay for all your stuff.

Dresses better than anyone in the school and expects you to dress just as well.

Takes you to every event he’s invited to because he’s a little more popular than you.

Definitely doesn’t think or know he’s popular though. He thinks he’s such a little recluse that nobody really knows who he is, but everyone knows him and so many people think he’s incredibly cool. Draco and Blaise make a point not to let him know this so he doesn’t get a big head.

Doesn’t know how to cook so you try your best to teach him.

Loves everything you make for him.

His favourite type of music is vocal jazz.

The two of you didn’t have a secret relationship per se, but neither of you told anyone when you started going out and just let everyone figure it out using context clues (Daphne and Pansy were so offended that you didn’t tell them and will never forgive you for this).

If you weren’t already a part of his friend group, he wouldn’t put in any effort to introduce you to them because he’s not a sociable person himself, but Draco, Pansy, Blaise and Daphne would have all included you so quickly.

Hates taking you home with him because his father is such an arse, much prefers your home (especially if your half-blood or muggle born).

Is so intrigued by muggle things, would have loved muggle studies if his father let him take it as a class.

If your family are very aligned with your cultural heritage he does everything in his power to learn about it. He loves dressing in your traditional dress.

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Theodore nott x Gryffindor fem! Reader fluff and soft smut she’s reading in his lap while he’s leaning against the bedpost reading with her holding the book and Turing the pages while she keeps reading it and it’s super smutty (maybe the actors spin-off book abt nesta and cassian-) and she just traces his arm veins while they read (and if you decide to make it smutty pls make the reader LOVE LOVE LOVE his hands, abs, arm viens-)

a l l u r i n g

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- theodore nott

a/n: hullo, I have my midterm math exam on Monday so its all rushed and i barely have time to post but this has me screaming and crying all at once. i could not find any hardcore smut from a court of silver flames , I couldn't find any hardcore smut from court of silver flames, I'm so sorry abt that. the scene you're reading out loud is written by none other than @lustingbones, featuring Dick Grayson. I've written her fanfic in cursive so as to not get confused. she has single handedly created an obsession for nightwing in me. here's the link to the inspiration :) requests are forever open, luv, teddy

requested- yes

warnings- mf this is an advanced apology, i've never written smut. i've never even held someone's hand romantically, hell, i can't even keep eye contact, soft smut, fluffy, vulgar language, they both are minors, no protection is mentioned, it might make you uncomfortable, the reading of smut, the writing of smut

The sleeves of your black satin shirt had already fallen down your arms, the shirt itself was only being held up by two thin chains over your shoulder. it was basically as good as transparent, there wasn't a thing you couldn't see through it.

Theodore had leaned himself on his bedpost, his shirt was long gone. You were reading to him, your legs were on either side of his hips, your ass was cupped by his hand as he found utter joy in this situation. Your breasts were Infront of his face as he struggled not to get hard under you so quickly. Theo was never this grateful for being taller than you, he could just look down at you and get a perfect view. he wanted nothing more than to hold them in his hands and squeeze it or just rip the shirt off at this point.

"He moaned softly at the squelch of your cunt swallowing him, a creamy white ring surrounding the base of his cock every moment he pulled out."

your flingers grazed the hoops of his trousers, hooking them absentmindedly. sometimes they paused and was placed next to his hips.

“D-Dick, p-please baby-” a hitch in your voice. you could feel your pussy, but more than that, you could feel a lump in his pants.

"its so attractive when you say baby like that, but when i fuck you, its gonna be theo" he mumbled by leaning closer to your ear.

all you could do is nod as he signaled for you to continue.

“Gotta breed you baby.. Show all these fuckers that you’re mine and get you pregnant. You’d like that huh? All full with my baby, my cum deep inside this needy lil’ pussy, hm? You want that princess?” You felt him smirk against your skin as he never faltered, his cock reaching so deep inside you–fuck this man would be the end of you."

Theo's eyes were fixated on you. the way your voice was wavering, the way you squeezed your thighs, how a blush crept to your face. he loved how you got so shy with the pregnancy kink. it made him wonder if she had one herself.

"you're into that? why read about it when i can give you the full experience in 6D?"

you tried to waver him off, this was the last thing you needed in this situation

" "All I do is treat you so fuckin’ well, don’t I?” Dick mumbled as his fingers started to toy with your clit, his middle finger rubbing the sensitive nub in circles as he continued his brutal pace on your weeping cunt. “F-fuck..” he whined as he pulled away for a moment to look down at where the two of you were connected, his cum from earlier rounds already starting to pool onto the bedsheets and trailing down your thighs. “S’good to me, ya know that? Such a good girl..” Fuck it was starting to become too much for him, but it felt so fucking good.."

you could feel your own pussy throbbing. If you were being honest to yourself, you were thinking about you and Theodore. your head keeps going to the idea of him saying this to you, doing this to you and feeling him so hard just got you more turned on.

“G-Gonna come, Dee–fuck!” you whimpered as you fell back into the sheets with your face squished against the pillows, gripping the blanket into your hands tightly."

your palm grazed his veiny arms, has he been working out? they've gotten so big..

“F-fuckin’ come baby, come all over this cock..” He coos through clenched teeth, his nails lightly digging into your plush skin as his thrusts sped up."

from palms to fingernails, they slowly trail up his forearm and roamed around his chest.

"Whiney breaths leave your throat as your climax starts building, before the coil in your tummy finally snaps, your juices gushing around him as he let out a whine and threw his head back."

you find yourself adjusting to place your pussy right above his cock. you could see his face trying to not to show any signs of satisfaction. that was all you needed.

“C-Come inside me, Dick–please!” you squeal with your face squished into the pillow to muffle your needy whines as his cock twitched inside you." 

all he could concentrate about is trying not to break character. his eyes fixated on the elegant curve of your back beneath the clear fabric. her rough voice ran through his head in circles. he lifted an arm from his side, letting it play with the bottom buttons, almost only leaving one left. The only thing covering you up.

“I know baby, I know–fuckk!” he groaned as you felt him release inside you, thick ropes of his cum painting your walls a creamy white, giving a few shallow thrusts before stilling inside you, pants and heavy breathing leaving both of your lips as you sat in silence."

you ran your arms down his abs, he loved your not so secret fixation you had for them. but you loved it more.

"You whine as you try to crawl away from his needy hands before he grabs you by the waist and pulls you back to flip you onto your back, a few pieces of his hair stuck to his forehead as he looks down at you with a grin painting his plush lips. Gosh it’s like he was trying to kill you."

“Said ya’ wanted to help me..” he cooed as he leant down with his lips ghosting over yours. "

“So, help me..”

Theodore was done. He gently picked the book from your hand and placed it on his nightstand. both his hands went under your thighs as to place you on the bed so he could tower over you, his chain dangling Infront of your eyes.

"hi handsome" you said peering up to him. you pulled his arm to examine it. his veins looked so hot, just absolutley lovley to have around you.

"hey beautiful"

you take his hand, a quiet smile made way too your face as you rest it on your breasts

Theodore felt your hands as it unzipped his trousers leaving him in boxers. your hand slid up and down his dick in slow strokes, just to drive him mad.

he takes her into my arms still kneeling, hitching your leg around his torso before pulling you as close as possible. The kisses you shared were soft, unbothered needy but never rushed.

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0.1k Celebration!

Theodore Nott

Getting a reward from Theodore after being his good girl.

Riding him in his car.

Remus Lupin

Working hard to get money from sugar daddy Remus.

Professor Remus helping you to get high grades.

Fingering his darling. 

Full moon with Moony.

Sirius Black

Sirius using your throat like a vice.

Professor Sirius taking you after class.

His little baby.

Late-night teasing.

“You look dashing puppy.”

Lorenzo Berkshire

Lorenzo having his breakfast.

He loves you very much.

Your sweet boyfriend.

Afternoons with him.

Draco Malfoy

Step-dad Draco coming into your room with a little surprise.

Draco corrupts your innocence.

His sweet little student.

Mattheo Riddle

Matheo ruined his perfect little girl.

Work from home.

High Matheo eating you out.

Size kink in a public restroom.

Tom Riddle

Tom Riddle with his veiny hands.

Fucking his maid.

Punishing you after being a spoiled brat.

James Potter

Sweet mornings with James.

Thigh riding dad’s best friend, James.

“Since you’ve been a very good girl for daddy,”

Helping your boyfriend.

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p links (pt 2) 18+ minors dni (* 1+ min)

remus lupin

remmy eating you out

remus loves to breed you when you’re on top

professor!remus fucking you on his desk

sirius riding remmy while you ride him

size kink w/ remus *

drummer!remus fucking you in the club bathroom *

remus making you squirt

daddy!remus punishing you all night

Sirius black

sirius riding remus while you ride him

sirius fingering you during a make out session

sirius spanking you

james potter

james giving your tits love

thigh riding w/ james

ron weasley

daddy!ron making sure you know who you belong to

ron loves to breed his little puppy *

ice play w/ ron

stepbrother!ron making the tingles go away

ron loves the way you look riding him in the sunrise

fred and george weasley

cnc w/ george *

bondage w/ fred

george is too big to fit in your tiny little pussy

size kink w/ freddie ft. tummy bulge

draco malfoy

overstimulation w/ draco

riding professor!draco in your school uniform

stepdad!draco playing with his little girl

theodore nott

sucking theo’s cock

theo punishing you w/ a vibe *

[scarheaded-ferret]

Professors in Love (And  a Baby Scorpius) - Chapter 7

Hope you guys like this one! I had a lot of fun writing it :^))

Chapter Links

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Draco knew he had to leave the moment that Harry had looked at him like that. It had all seemed to good to be true, and he didn’t want to feel the sting of disappointment when Harry realized his mistake. Harry was too good for him, and he didn’t deserve someone like Draco Malfoy, who had been apart of the group responsible for the death of Harry’s loved ones.

Draco held Scorpius close to him as he went to sit down at the courtyard. Scorpius was trying to ask him why they had left with his limited vocabulary, and was confused as to why they stopped dancing.

Draco smoothed down Scorpius’ soft tuft of hair and kissed his forehead. Scorp giggled and put his hands on the sides of Draco’s face.

“Why you sad, Papa?” he asked him, lower lip sticking out in a pout. Draco gave him a weak smile, and he lifted a hand to wipe the tears from his own face.

“I’m alright, Scorp, Papa’s ok,” Scorpius nodded his head.

“Ok, Papa,” Scorpius smiled and fell into his father’s chest, hugging him. Draco wrapped his arms around the toddler and bit back a sob. He didn’t deserve a child like Scorpius, who was so good and pure, the opposite of what Draco felt he was.

He started when he heard footsteps, he looked up to see Theo and Ron in front of him.

“What the hell, Malfoy! How could you just bloody leave like that?” Ron said, stepping forward and glaring daggers at Draco. Theo huffed and held up a hand to stop Ron from saying any more.

“Draco,” Theo spoke to him calmly, “Explain,” Draco shook his head and raised his head to meet Theo and Ron’s gaze.

“Nothing is wrong, I saw that Scorpius was tired, that’s all,”

“Mate, you honestly can’t expect us to believe that” It was in that moment that Scorpius chose to let out an excited giggle, reaching to Theo. Traitor. Draco thought. Theo took Scorpius from Draco and held him.

“He doesn’t seem tired to me, Draco,”

“Uncle Feo!” Theo patted Scorpius’ head awkwardly, he never really was good with children.

“Theo, why are you here?”

“Draco, I came with Neville, you knew that, stop trying to change the subject. Tell us the truth,”

“I already did,” Ron groaned in frustration.

“I’m gonna go talk to Harry,” Ron said, “Nott, I’m gonna go find Harry, talk some sense into the git, will you?” Theo nodded and Draco rolled his eyes.

Theo waited until Ron entered the castle again and then turned to Draco.

“The truth, Draco,” Draco sighed and hung his head.

“I can’t lead him on,” Theo didn’t respond, urging him to continue, “He deserves far better than me, I couldn’t bear it if he r-” Draco stopped himself, he feared that he had revealed too much to Theo.

Theo looked down at Scorpius, thinking.

“You can’t tell Neville, nor Ron,” Draco told him.

“I won’t,” Theo assured, nodding his head slightly. “But the war is over, Draco, and Potter is well aware of that,” he leant down in front of Draco, passing Scorpius, who was now miraculously asleep, into his arms.

“He vouched for you at your trial too, if you haven’t forgotten,”

“It’s just his bloody hero complex, he would’ve done it for anyone,” Draco twirled one of Scorpius’ curls in his finger.

“Yet he only did it for you,” Draco sighed and shook his head again. 

Theo sighed, “Well, when you get your head out of your arse and realize that Potter is arse over tit for you, tell him,”

“Tell him what?”

“Don’t play a fool, Draco, tell him you love him,” Draco’s head shot up but Theo had already left back to the castle, presumably in search of Neville.

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“I’m such an idiot,” Harry was cuddled up with his two best friends on the couch of their flat. “I’ve ruined everything, he probably hates me,”

Hermione huffed, “No he does not, Harry. Even Ron can see the way you look at each other,”

“Oi!” Ron gauffed at them, a clear mock-rage set on his face. Harry and Hermione both chuckled, grinning. Harry’s smile faltered.

“If he liked me, why would he push me away?” Hermione gave him a pitying look, and tucked a dark curl behind his ear.

“Maybe he was scared,” Hermione told him.

“Of what?”

“Probably rejection,” Ron said. Hermione nodded in agreement.

“I wouldn’t say to forget him completely, but maybe it’s best to not push him to hard, let him work this out himself,” Harry looked up at her.

“But what if he doesn’t work it out? What if he never-” “You can’t keep thinking about the what-ifs, Harry, or else you won’t get anywhere,” Ron placed a hand on his shoulder, “Mate, you need to tell him how you feel. Then, he won’t be worried about you pushing him away,” Harry breathed deeply and leant back on the couch.

“Just don’t do anything rash, just let him know how you feel,”

“I just- I like him so much, and it hurts,” he frowned and shut his eyes. Ron and Hermione wrapped their arms around his shoulders, holding him close.

“We’ll figure it out Harry, we’re here for you,”

*** Harry knew he needed to clear his mind. He had changed into a t-shirt and jeans at the flat, and rather than going to his rooms in the castle, he went to the quidditch pitch. He grabbed a broom from the shed and walked onto the field.

He let out a relaxed breath as he kicked off, the cold air cooling him and blowing his hair out of his face. He turned when someone let out a soft noise behind him. Draco was there, still in his dress robes, his face illuminated by the moonlight.

“Draco I-”

“I’m sorry Harry I-” They both spoke at the same time. Harry smiled softly and laughed quietly. Draco returned the smile.

“I’m sorry, Harry, I didn’t mean to leave like that,” Harry smiled at Draco.

“It’s alright, though I guess you could make it up to me through a seeker’s game,”

“Is that a challenge, Potter?”

“I’ll give you a bet,” Draco cocked his head in confusion. Harry continued, “If I catch the snitch, you allow me to buy Scorpius anything he wants from Ron’s shop,” Draco opened his mouth to object but Harry cut him off, “And if you win, you get to pick your reward,”

“You’re shit at making bets, Potter,” Draco laughed softly, shaking his head. “But you’re on,”

Draco released the snitch that he had in his palm and they waited a couple minutes for it to fly out of reach, before they shot off. They both circled around the pitch slowly. A couple of minutes passed, and Draco caught sight of the snitch, he shot forward and Harry followed close behind.

Harry grinned, the exhilarating thrill of the game rushing through him. He and Draco flew fast, right next to each other. He turned to Draco and gave him a grin, winking. Draco stuttered and blushed, falling back a bit. Harry wooped and moved faster, leaning forward, hand outstretched to the tiny snitch, that was right in front of his hand. He was a couple feet above the ground, the grass a green blur beneath him. Draco was beside him in an instant, and he pushed Harry’s hand out of the way to stall him.

Harry’s broom wavered and he fell. He grabbed Draco’s robes and pulled him down with him. They landed in a tangle of arms and legs. Harry was ontop of Draco, arms braced next to the sides of his head. Harry’s eyes widened as he looked down at Draco, who was smiling up at him. His blond hair messily- yet somehow gracefully swooped into a halo that crowned his head, his grey eyes alive and cheeks flushed.

Before he knew what he was doing, Harry leaned down and pressed his lips to Draco’s. He felt Draco gasp beneath him and he deepened the kiss. Draco’s hands came up to cup his face and Harry could feel him grinning through the kiss. Harry laughed into his mouth and moved to kiss Draco’s neck, peppering kisses on his jawline.

“P-Potter, stop, or else I’ll look like a spotted owl,” Harry pulled back, still smiling at Draco. Draco looked up at Harry, then he looked down, he shook his head “I can’t- Harry this isn’t right, I don’t deserve-” Harry cut him off.

“You, Draco Malfoy, deserve the world, and I’m gonna prove it to you,”

Neither of them realized the small golden snitch, that was fluttering in Draco’s palm. 

***

Don’t worry guys there are still more chapters to come I promise. Also, Drink game: take a shot every time Draco shakes his head (just kidding but omfg I’m sorry he literally shakes his head like six times lmao)

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Fighting The Reflection

A freeverse poem, best viewed on FFN or AO3.

Fic: "Fighting The Reflection" [FFN] [AO3]

Pairings/Characters: Theodore Nott/Terry Boot (Theo-centric)

Rating: T

Words: ~360

Additional info: romance, slash, angst, poetry, freeverse, Harry's era, 2nd person POV

Summary: Look at it simply—there is only one enemy. At least that doesn't seem to matter very much to him, you weak boy.

 "I can't understand

What makes a man

Hate another man

Help me understand"

—Depeche Mode, "People Are People"

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Man is only ever at war

with h.i.m.s.e.l.f

No matter how you see it,

you know it to be

TRUE

Forget the

"injustices of the world"

Y O U

are the cause of all your problems, weak boy

%%%%%%%%%%

So you aren't a boy any more

bigdeal

Take a look at the w-o-r-l-d

Nature isn't the enemy

If Nature is the enemy,

then it is Man's

fault

for making, influencing

Nature in that way

As for your horrid nature,

get a

L_I_F_E

You always bowed down to your

"circumstances" &

you know you won't ever stand up to them

%%%%%%%%%%

Society—such an evil

But guess what?

That's Man's fault, too

First there was Man

& then…

came society

Man created society

Man c~o~r~r~u~p~t~e~d society

&& society has since then corrupted

Man's later generations

What else explains the servants of the Dark Lord?

%%%%%%%%%%

Man also doesn't fight

M A N

Physically, maybe

Emotionally…

s~o~m~e~t~i~m~e~s

But the reality is that

there's a reason

Man cannot fight Man

(& you know this, weak boy, as your determination fades as those sharp but kind eyes chance upon yours &&

F!I!N!A!L!L!Y

someone can see through you, though you kick yourself,

wondering,

"Why him?")

& that reason's

sogoddamnfuckingS-C-A-R-Y

because…

%%%%%%%%%%

There is only

Man

(vs.)

S e L F

(& it's why you screamed on the inside as your father burned that Mark into your arm)

Because Man sees

himself

in everything else

(Nature, society, your fellow man)

& it's why he can & can't hate all that's around him

because he would hate himself

& it's why you

(you mindless, feeble babychick)

abhor the eyes you have found

because they look at you with

concern

and that hand reaches out for you to grab hold

and that face only shows

e-m-p-a-t-h-y

when you know it should show

f_e_a_r

But it's much too late now

You never stood up to your

"destiny"

so why should you start now?

Be the evil that has

Marked you

Be the devil that has (& will)

take(n) countless lives

Be what you hate

M O S T

(&& you catch those eyes & seize that hand & hurt the heart that feels for you all in an effort to control some part of your life, go ahead & hate)

y_O-u_R-s_E-l_F

aaaice. B) Philosophical. Kinda. XD This was inspired a bit by something one of my teachers said and an exercise in writing I did years ago… And I managed to make it dark & slashy! Take that! *lol*

Thanks for reading, and feel free to leave an anon/unsigned review via the FFN link or comment via the AO3 link at the top of the post, especially if you enjoyed this!

~mew

2017 note: …hmm. Pretty writing, but I think sometimes my 2010 fics (or at least the FVs) didn't always paint a clear enough picture of both halves of the pairing, when there was one. This was more Theo-centric, a Nott who, like Draco, had to follow in his father's footsteps (though my later Theo fics avoid such an idea, and I quite like them). :]

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Recruitment

A freeverse poem, best viewed on FFN or AO3.

Fic: "Recruitment" [FFN] [AO3]

Pairings/Characters: one-sided Michael Corner/Molly Weasley II, Molly/Theodore Nott

Rating: K+

Words: ~290

Additional info: romance, angst, cross gen, poetry, freeverse, sequential, Next Gen era, 3rd person POV

Summary: Michael counts himself as disinterested. He was only going to warn her.

Things don't

bother him

He's in it for himself &

himself only

So he's fine with continuing

to be a

selfishbastard

It's never b-o-t-h-e-r-e-d him

BEFORE

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She was unremarkable

It's probably why

he noticed her

Dark, coffee waves

Endless sepia eyes

Mousy freckles speckling her skin

She was hiding behind those

damn glasses &—

Ugh

then she was hiding behind

him

%%%%%%%%%%

Honestly, if lions ought to know

anything

it's that only snakes should mate with snakes

Aren't lions proud creatures?

Where's her self-pride n_o_w ?

Or maybe that's

the e f f e c t

Maybe he stole her sense of self-worth

Well, this one knows creature control

& he was a Ravenclaw for g.o.o.d reason

So he ought to inform her of the

"troubles" surrounding her

%%%%%%%%%%

He wasn't expecting

this

How the bloody hell did

this

happen?!

One moment, he's looking to reveal to the young

Miss Molly Weasley

a~l~l about her "companion"

The next Corner knows,

he's whisked up in their magnetism

&& is

b-e-F*R*I*E*N*D-e-d

by them

& somehow

(he doesn't quite know how)

it's OKAY

They…do treat him like a mate

It seems as though it isn't that long before it's

"Theo"

·&·

"Mols"

(oh, & also the nauseating Theo&Mols)

So Corner—"Mike"—

sees them in a new light

but new lights

only

work when there isn't so much

d_a_r_k_n_e_s_s

eating away at Michael

&& maybe "darkness" isn't the

rightword

But how else is he to describe

hating him &

wanting her &

wishing he, himself, had been the first one with

the stroke of

C:U:R:I:O:S:I:T:Y:?

Because the temptation is right there with his hand in hers

(as she holds his, too)

& it's agony to both want IN & out of this little g…r…o…u…p

Awww… I'm surprised I can feel anything near sympathy for Michael Corner. But Mollychael maaay be nummier than Theolly. Hmmm… Anywho, there is more to this storyline, with four more sequels, the next of which is "Tie Breaker." For more Mollychael, try "One Last Summer" and "And Then It Dawns"—but only read "One Last Summer" once you've read the other FVs first! *moseying on over to "Tie Breaker"…" ;D Cupcakes to whoever knows where I first wrote Michael as a worker in the Office for the Control of Magical Creatures… B3

Thanks for reading, and feel free to leave an anon/unsigned review via the FFN link or comment via the AO3 link at the top of the post, especially if you enjoyed this!

~mew

2017 note: Yep. My love for Mollychael started here, in this universe, with this story…but I hold them rly, rly dear, and just. GAH. (They're also a part of my overall headcanon. -w-)