They Dreaming About You || Slytherin Boys

They dreaming about you || Slytherin boys

Summary: The boys being surprised by hot dreams with you, even without being in a loving relationship. These dreams take them by surprise, but maybe not so much, since you had been noticing some stealthy looks from them for some time on your body. Warnings: A little spicy, +18.

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Blaise Zabini

That scene seemed too good to be true, but it was. At least in Blaise's head it was...

His body lying on the sheets with his skirt raised and legs open gave him the view of paradise. What only improved with the fact that your fingers slowly went in and out of you while your face squirmed in pleasure and your mouth spilled a few moans, from time to time, with his name.

In the dream, Blaise just looked, almost as if waiting for the right moment to touch you, and it was certainly wonderful to see you in that position.

However, Zabini's brain was awakened thanks to the roar of the bathroom door being knocked by his roommate who had just entered. His eyes opened slowly, feeling a violent frustration taking over his body followed by shame of himself. In addition to, of course, having something he had to solve in the shower before class.

At breakfast, you were there, laughing with Pansy. As soon as Blaise's brown eyes hit you, an embarrassment was felt. However, this embarrassment was soon replaced by a desire and vivid memories of his dream, which made him ignore you during the following days, because the dreams did not stop. They even happened in naps during the day. It was crazy for him, his time in the bath had to increase considerably in the last few days. Blaise didn't know what else to do with himself.

Draco Malfoy

Oh, no. Draco really didn't use to be that kind of boy. He, in fact, was used to receiving this kind of report from other girls. So when, at his sleep, he found himself dreaming of you with his lips around him, this lit an alert in his mind.

You were the sister of one of your friends, that wasn't right. He could swear that he consciously never wanted you that way, but in fact, he was only in the phase of denial by Theo's constant warnings not to look at his beautiful sister that way.

He avoided you as much as possible for the rest of the day, you two didn't really use to be very close, but you were almost always in the same places.

The attempt to avoid you during the day worked, but during dinner he couldn't do the same. What made you look the most lascivious way at your mouth while you ate dessert and talked to your friend. It was then that he realized that maybe he was not as calibrated in relation to you as he imagined.

Lorenzo Berkshire

Enzo saw you in your pajamas several times throughout your childhood, this was common among best friends. However, something seemed to have changed in you lately, he was starting to notice more about what his body looked like now. However, he thought he had stopped there, just a common physical attraction.

Good, but that's not what happened. One morning he just woke up with a big problem in his pants thanks to a dream in which you simply kissed him on his lap.

In the dream, you were wearing those very short pajamas that you loved to wear, but that Lorenzo hated because it made him look like any pervert. His body was on his lap, using the friction between the two of you to satisfy yourself in some way. His low moans muffled by his lips caused Enzo's smiles during the dream.

However, he woke up at some point with you, already dressed for class, knocking on the door of his room. His body that was hot and thirsty freezes immediately when he hears his voice calling him and he jumps out of bed in despair.

- Enzo, is everything okay? - You ask because of his delay in opening for you.

He answered anything, just to mislead you for a few hours. It was almost impossible to avoid you during the day, you surprised him, he was always with you and suddenly he was full of commitments that didn't include you.

Enzo just didn't know what to do, since whenever he saw you, he received scenes from his dream.

Mattheo Riddle

His body was beautifully folded over a table in some classroom, his hands grabbed the wood tightly while his skirt was raised and his panties were slightly dragged to the side to give him passage. Mattheo smiled as he hit his hips against his own and saw his face, pressed against the wood, writhing with the moans and sensations he gave you.

Everything was perfect, really everything. Until he simply woke up, without any interruption, his brain simply turned off the most beautiful scene he had ever seen and woke him up out of nowhere.

He opened his eyes and began to fall for himself about the dream. Why was he dreaming that about you? You didn't even talk, nor did you have friends in common besides Astoria, who was not exactly his friend, just a friend's girlfriend.

But that's okay, he did what he had to do so he didn't have to show all his tight pants and went on with his day. For him, that was unusual, but not a total astonishment. Mattheo really liked to see his body whenever he could, but he never did more than that.

Riddle's day went on normally. Girls throwing themselves at him, Draco complaining about his father, Theo agreeing and telling about his... Until you passed next to his table to yours ahead.

Coincidentally, you were wearing the skirt of that dream, the exact same skirt. All right, it was the uniform, but you were wearing that specific model, with pleats and more round and a little shorter.

Mattheo felt warm up, not with shame, but with a sudden desire. What only got worse when he realized that his dream happened in that same classroom. The class simply dragged on to Mattheo, who decided to go out in the middle of it to be able to relieve himself minimally and try to ignore you for the rest of the day, getting frustrated about the way he felt close to you from that day on.

Theodore Nott

Theodore's night had been great until he lay down, he had lost sleep and went to the Astronomy Tower to smoke, in an attempt to fall asleep again. And when he got there, he found you doing the same as him. You two talked and laughed at nonsense while smoking, something that became common over the weeks, it was something that happened coincidentally, until Theodore started going whenever you went.

He always slept better after hearing his laugh and that day was no different, he lay down and fell asleep quickly, and everything only seemed to get better when an image of him invaded his dreams: his hands leaning on Nott's chest while his breasts shook as you slid over him, his suggestive smiles and moans filled Theo's eyes, making him think he was finally in paradise for having her.

Anyway, his paradise was quickly interrupted by Mattheo's noises when leaving the dorm. Theodore was face down, but as soon as he turned around, it was visible to see his condition through the sheet itself, which made him rub his eyes in frustration, but not out of shame but out of necessity.

Theo was the kind of boy who was not ashamed of things like this, in fact, it only encouraged him to look for you, even if it meant having to deal with the insistent scenes reappearing in his mind.

Tom Riddle

You were simply stunning with your ankles hitting Tom's shoulders as he increased the pace of the beats on you. It was almost angelic for him to see you that way. The way he got lost in you in his own mind seemed like a weakness when he woke up.

Tom thought he was bewitched by you, after all, he was the one who should get into people's minds and not the other way around. So, when this happened, he was intrigued and obsessed with you. The two of you were not close, much less had already talked more than a brief question about school subjects. And that's why his obsession with you.

Even though he was a different boy, in a more focused and studious feeling than worried about girls, he can't help but perceive you in the libraries and how the dim lights contoured his body and curves perfectly. He didn't avoid you the next day, in fact, as the days went by, Tom approached you. He never ran after girls, but he seemed willing to watch you from afar whenever he could.

He felt like an idiot, futile to say the least. But he couldn't take away from himself the curiosity and the desire to see you really squirm under him.

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Dark Paradise || Theodore Nott

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11. Hints of jealousy

The joy of the younger students in returning from the small vacation was genuine, children ran the corridors and received curses from Snape, but they cared little about the grumpy teacher.

Y/N smiled when she saw the happiness radiate from the first Slytherians, she remembered when she was at that end of the table, looking with curiosity at the ceiling of the great hall. Nostalgia was invigorating at times, a hint of hope that his house had a little nicer students a few years ahead, who knows. One of the little girls noticed her looking and threw a shy little smile reciprocated by Y/N.

Theodore was in a good mood, something that hadn't been seen in a while. Berkshire's tireless attacks with the girl they were both in love with prevented him from having a completely good week. However, the event of last night made him behave as if his life was perfect now.

Y/N did not avoid the boy, but also did not look to him to talk about what happened, she, in fact, thought it was better that way at the time. In the transfiguration class, for example, they sat together, and both were afraid of the embarrassing silence happening, but it did not occur, they talked normally about the subjects of the class and other subjects not related to them.

However, of course, neither of them noticed the curious looks of Pansy and Mattheo. Although Riddle found the intimate piece in Daphne's kitchen, he and Pansy were not sure if what they had imagined had really happened, that is, there was still speculation between the two friends.

Later that day, the three slytherin friends were studying in the library, or at least that was the initial plan. They started looking for books and ended up gossiping about the latest events in their lives and at school.

- What's between you and Blaise, anyway? - Daphne was curious, but Y/N paid attention to Pansy, waiting for her answer. The brunette sighed, a little discouraged.

- Ah, I don't know yet. - Y/N and Daphne had their foreheads frowned in confusion, waiting for the explanation. - I like him on some level, but it seems like something so superficial. - Pansy paused, making sure no one was listening. - A few weeks ago we... Well, you know, but we haven't talked about it since then. Everything seems so confusing.

- Maybe it's a good time to confront him, don't you think? - Daphne asks.

- Well, I don't think so. I'm still not sure what I feel is really some feeling or just need. - She sighed again, but the discouragement quickly turned into a little smile. - This is not the case of Theo, for example, who lives in sighs when you are around. - Y/N did not expect it, just like Daphne, who hid a low smile with her hand.

- Don't exaggerate, Pans. - Y/N said a little awkwardly, looking at the book again, in an attempt to study. - Let's go back to transfiguration, better that way.

- And of course, Enzo seems to be the same way. - Parkinson ignored what she said and continued.

- Y/N definitely has all kinds of boys at your disposal. - Daphne plays and Y/N looks at her with irritation.

- Ah, that's a fact. - Pansy confirms.

- If you want to talk about it, let's go. Explain better what you mean Daph. - The girl surrenders, knowing that the more she denied, the longer it would take for that provocation to end.

- Well, let's start with the kind of shy and handsome boy, this one for sure is Nott. - Daphne starts and Pansy immediately agrees with all the description that would follow. - He attracts more girls than he seems, the charm also helps a lot.

- And did you just think about him? - Y/N asks with a convinced smile, thinking that the friend had ended up there.

- No way! Let me continue. - This time, Greengrass had a confident face. - There's also the well-known problem boy... - before she finished the sentence, Pansy and Y/N guessed it.

- Pucey. - They say in unison, laughing after that.

- But he doesn't count, he's not in love with me.

- He's in love with something you have, so he certainly counts. - Pansy said with a malicious tone. - Daphne, keep going.

- There's the clumsy guy, so clumsy that it can be seen as cute, this one is certainly Weasley. - Pansy makes a disgusting face and Y/N rolled her eyes in reaction to Parkinson's way, but kept listening. - And last, and the best in my opinion. Lorenzo Berkshire, beautiful, shy in the right measure, kind and so passionate. - Daphne seemed to die of love for the boy, even if she didn't know him so well.

- You could feel the friction between him and Nott this last weekend. - Pansy said and Y/N just sighs.

- Okay, now we can close the small acta about my personal life? - Y/N smile nervously, hoping that the subject would end at once.

The subject is not over, Daphne and Pansy continued to expose their opinions about Berkshire and Nott, but now they looked like tietes, while Pansy defended her friend Slytherin, Daphne said how much Berkshire was the love of Y/N's life since her childhood.

What did Y/N do in the meantime? She simply kept studying, from time to time, laughing at the arguments of the two friends about who was best for her.

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Now, sitting in the stands, the three friends were talking quietly, completely inattentive to the quiditch match that took place between Sonserina and Lufa-Lufa.

Draco begged his sister to go see him, since Y/N did not use to go to these games normally, but she would make an exception for a brother's appeal. His presence there was a certain surprise to a few people, one of them was the lufana Laila, who had a great disaffection for Malfoy.

- It's pathetic how she cheers against her own house just for a boy. - Y/N thought loudly, drawing the attention of Mattheo, who sat next to her right.

- You're just jealous. - Riddle replied with a silly face, Y/N just rolled his eyes at his friend, ignoring anything he said. For Mattheo, the fact that she didn't even try to deny it made something quite clear to him.

Y/N decided to simply ignore Mattheo's comments about her or Laila's looks on the Slytherin side of the bleachers. The trio of girls began to accompany Draco, approaching the golden key a few times, but always being hit by Diggory, which made them anxious and more attentive to the game.

Some time passed, and Diggory got tired little by little, having difficulty following the blonde behind the small object. And finally, allowing Draco to finally reach the golden keb, ending the game with the Slytherin victory being announced all over the field. Amid the jumps of the students, Astoria approached Y/N, pulling her to speak in her ear.

- Aren't you going to see Draco? - Y/N laughed at the time, already understanding what she wants. It was common for girlfriends to wait for the players at the exit of the fields.

- You can go if you want, I'm sure he'll love to see you. - Astoria denied it with her head and insisted with a puppy face for her to accompany her. Y/N had no choice and went down the stairs towards the exit of the quidball field following Astoria.

- Y/N? - Draco had other colleagues around him congratulating him, the smile was wide and his face was surprised when he saw Y/N there.

- You'll understand. - Y/N said a few seconds before Astoria appeared behind her. Shyly, the girl approached Malfoy saying something that made him smile. Y/N just smiled, proud of the scene. It was cute how she had worried about him a few nights ago.

Theodore appeared coming from the field, and his eyes lit up, seeing that Y/N was there. He was going to talk to her when he was overtaken by someone who only identified it when he heard the annoying voice.

- Wow, love, you didn't have to come here to see me so soon. - Pucey spoke loudly making everyone listen. The boy had a malicious smile on his face and directed himself to Y/N, who rolled his eyes.

- It's not normal for people to dream awake, Pucey. You should treat yourself. - She responds in the same tone, laughing at the other Slytherins who were around. Y/N looked forward to Astoria who kept talking to her brother.

- It can be a reality if you want. - Adrian was closer, and now only he and Y/N heard each other. Y/N had a light laugh at the boy's proposal.

- Certainly not, thank you. - She also replied with a smile as if it were obvious, but Adrian pretended to be offense and continued.

- Well, we understand each other very well in most of the things a couple usually does. I only see advantages, dear. - He had his usual scaldy face again while moving a lock of Y/N's hair away from behind his ear, looking shamelessly at her mouth.

Y/N just moves away and calls Astoria, who quickly accompanies her out of the environment, but before they totally leave, Adrian screams again.

- Think about what I told you, Y/N. - The girl just laughs while denying with her head, disappearing from the place.

Theodore, who watched everything from where he was, saw only Adrian flirting with Y/N while she smiled. During the shower, Nott was mulling in curiosity to know what Pucey was saying to her that made her smile.

The good mood of having won the game definitely went away at the moment when the other Slytherine surpassed him in talking to the girl that day earlier.

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17. How'd it get so scandalous?

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The next day it dawned a little warmer than the usual for Y/N, but not because of the sun he was doing outside, but because of his hot dreams with Nott. It was not enough that she had called for him near her friends while she slept, now she did it in a recurring and awake way. He was definitely in her mind. And, well, Theodore would be lying if he said that the girl wouldn't get out of his head for a minute either.

Pansy had prepared the breakfast table outside the house, after all, this would be the last day of the friends in the house, which should be better enjoyed, in the afternoon of the next day everyone would leave back to their respective homes and enjoy the rest of the vacation they had. The table was white and round and had a huge umbrella that protected them from the morning heat.

Y/N was sick of waiting for the right moment. In fact, she was just anxious to be able to touch him again, so this would be a perfect day to provoke him as much as she could, but of course, everything in the most subtle way possible to the others present there.

The outfit chosen for the day was the white dress present in the hot dream he had with him the night before, he was perfect for the hot day and the goal of provoking him. The dress was short, loose in the right measure, straps showing enough of the lap and an ideal neckline. By his luck or his friends' plot, the only chair that remained empty on the table was next to Theodore, who in turn could not ignore Y/N by sitting next to him.

Quickly the conversation between friends is integrated with the girl who occasionally leaned back when laughing, leaning her back against the chair, which gave a glimpse of her crossed legs and her dress quite high by the position. Upon noticing Nott's gaze on him, Y/N decides to gather the courage and will he kept for months, gently passing one of his feet through Theodore's legs, who looks at her quickly.

Initially he thought she had accidentally touched, however, the affection continued. Theodore looked for her gaze to try to understand what she was doing, but Y/N kept talking as if nothing was happening from under the table, which may have made him fall in love with her even more.

Y/N didn't know how he would react and decided to ignore his looks in search of his explanation. However, when turning to him at an opportune moment, Y/N received perhaps the most direct look he has ever seen, going towards his eyes and his mouth, after all, at this point Theodore had already understood what she expected from him. The proximity of the faces reached the point of feeling each other's breath, which made Y/N retreat slightly, looking forward again. But Theodore stayed where he was, just passing his right hand under the table resting gently on the thighs of Y/N, who sighed in response.

- You won't want to play this with me. - Nott whispered next to Y/N's ear that got goosebumps in response to the phrase and to the squeeze given by him on his skin.

Y/N just threw a mischievous look back, having fun with the fact that he understood his goal so easily. Again, both were in their own world, oblivious to the conversation of their friends, even if they listened and agreed with things, however, the thought continued with the anxiety of finally being alone.

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The afternoon was coming to an end when friends were immersed in the pool of the huge mansion. Y/N was sitting on the stairs next to Theodore, she, however, leaned on her elbows, letting her body find the ice from the wind that had started. She stared at the pink sky behind her sunglasses, thinking about how she would keep that moment in her memory, revisiting it whenever she needed it.

The conversation, most of the time, was about the events of the school year ended a few weeks ago. While the conversation was taking place, Theodore pulled one of his cigarettes and brought it to his mouth, covering it to light it. Y/N who watched his every movement closely, waited for him to take at least one swallow and stretched out his arm, waiting for him to deliver it. Nott smiles when he sees her take the object to her lips, even if it was a terrible addiction. The boy looks down through her exposed body without any shame, which made the shivering body of Y/N warm up instantly.

- I wonder what the golden trio is doing now? - Pansy continues the subject and her friends just look at her in confusion.

- And since when do you care? - Blaise hits back.

- Just curiosity, give your guesses. - The girl said jokingly, and soon everyone started thinking.

- Certainly Potter is getting into some subject that doesn't belong to him. - Draco says with a certain disdain.

- What a great news you don't like Harry, little brother, we had no idea. - Y/N mocks and makes everyone laugh lightly.

- He's cute. - Daphne comments, which this time drew even more attention to herself. - Oh, don't look at me like that, I doubt that any of you disagree with me. - He referred to the friends, who were just silent. Theodore carefully noticing Y/N's giggle when swallowing the cigarette a second time, delivering it to him.

- Merlin, you have a terrible taste. - Mattheo said with a slight face of disgust that he was soon beaten by Y/N.

- Do you really want to talk about your preferences? - Y/N threatens as a joke.

- My preference was you a few days ago. - The boy replied and Y/N laughed at his answer, however, Draco was curious.

- What do you mean? I thought I was among friends here. - The blonde also asks with a certain irony and smile, but really curious.

- Draco, I assure you that I am not the one you should worry about in relation to Y/N. - Riddle receives a questioning look from Draco and a laugh from Y/N, who just ignores the situation.

The conversation soon dissipated from the girl, and Theodore's attention turned completely to her again. The two spent the day in a complete cat and mouse in the provocations, and the most evident moment of this for Theodore was to see her riding under the sun of that earlier that day. He can't help but imagine what it would be like to have the girl like this on top of him.

Nott noticed every detail, which gave him even more fuel to set his mind on fire with the most lascivious images he could. Whether by her hair swinging with the impact, or maybe it was the way her breasts jumped every time or even her dress that went up more and more and the wind that shook him, always giving the impression that he would see more, but never enough.

However, Theodore's death almost visited him when she left the pool at that moment. Still with the cigarette between his lips, Y/N got up, taking the opportunity to escape from the place. The boy watched the water drip all over her body.

The way she looked at him behind the lenses of her glasses on the tip of her nose before leaving the place reminded him of the photo he had on the bedside table. Merlin, he was like a puppy for her.

Y/N didn't have to say anything so that a few seconds after his departure, he would leave too. Nott just entered the house anxiously looking for any sign of her, following a trail of small drops of water on the stone floor that led to his room.

Theodore certainly also wet the whole house, but he didn't care about it now. With every step he took, he was increasingly inebriated with the possibility of finally having her in his room.

As he goes through the door, he notices the top of the Y/N bikini thrown on the floor of the room next to the bathroom door and the noise of the shower water falling on someone. The girl, who at this point, was completely inert in the anxiety of having Theodore with her there under water, smiled when she heard the knocking of the bedroom door.

The bathroom door was open, inviting him to enter, attracting him like an easy price. The steam already filled the entire bathroom while Theodore watched the contour of her body through the glass that separated them.

- Aren't you going in? - Y/N still asks from inside the place, without showing up, but with a smile. Theodore feels his heart racing and the wet clothes squeezed on him, who hardened only with her voice.

The boy just undressed as fast as he could, and went to the place where she was, coming across the completely naked body of Y/N with his back to him, who just approached her back, being hit by the hot water from the shower.

Nott closed his eyes for a moment with the feeling his hands received when hugging Y/N's body. The feelings of both were warmer than the water that covered the bodies, the proof of this was the sighed smile that Y/N let out when he felt the extension of Theodore sliding through his folds, causing slight moans of both with the simple touch.

Y/N turned to him, observing every detail of his beautiful face and smiling maliciously at imagining him between his legs.

- Let's take a shower soon, how are you? - Theodore looked at her with some confusion. - I want to be able to ride on you, Teddy, you can't do that here. - Y/N concluded with a malicious smile and Theodore had not yet said a word because he was so hypnotized.

- You want to kill me by saying these things. - Theodore said with a certain possessiveness, but Y/N just smiled in response.

The bath was definitely longer than usual, but completely well used. However, a few minutes later, Theodore's torture is finally over, and as soon as Y/N put his foot out of the bathroom, Theodore grabbed his neck and approached his face.

- Now you're all mine, aren't you love? - The tightness in her neck made her see stars, but not because she's hurting, but by the nickname is possessiveness in her intonation.

- All yours. - Y/N confirms and the boy ends up with the space between them finally gluing his lips to hers.

The kiss was definitely desperate, well, they had been waiting for it for months. Nott's hands traveled all over the still naked body of the girl, who took her hands around his neck, sometimes mixing with the wet hair strands of the bath.

Y/N glued his body to his, but gasped frustrated with the contact of the towel wrapped around the boy's waist. Theodore smiled at the situation as, little by little, he pushed her towards his bed. Y/N felt the bed against the back of her legs and decides to reverse the positions, pushing Theodore who falls sitting on the mattress leaning on his hands, just watching as she kneels in front of him.

He would certainly record this scene forever, Y/N came down with the mouth of his neck, passing through his abdomen and finally arriving in his towel, undoing the knot in the fabric that barely hid his need. Theodore was mesmerized by the will she looked at him.

Y/N smiled when she could finally have the member in her hand, instigating him slowly and approaching her mouth as she looked him into Theodore's eyes, she then runs her tongue through his entire length, then taking him to his mouth, making him smile instantly.

- Damn, your mouth is great, love. - He quickly rolls one of his hands between the Y/N hair that follows the movements of back and forth with his mouth, being slightly pushed by his hands.

Y/N did that long enough for him to remove her himself, Theodore wanted to take as much time as possible with her and would not accept just that. But he could not deny that he was in paradise, a slight trail of saliva wet the lips of the girl who climbed over his body in bed, attacking his mouth soon after, Theodore squeezed every piece of his soft body as if it were the last time he would do this in his life.

Theodore's mouth has not lost an inch of his neck if he wants, feeling all his skin warm when, to his surprise, he feels it going down the entire length of his cock. A moan came out of Y/N's mouth and as her face squirmed as it slid over it, it was the most beautiful thing he has ever seen.

Y/N clung to Theodore's shoulders and chest to be able to move slowly while moaning low near his ear, which in turn grabbed his waist tightly in the expectation of being able to control the movements of her body.

- Merlin, Y/N. You're squeezing me so well. - She quickly looks at him again, almost as if she asked for something that only he could give at that moment. - It's like you were made for my dick, love.

Every word of Theodore was like a new butterfly in the stomach of Y/N. How he looked at her and touched her. In addition to really looking like it was made for him, since he hit the perfect place inside her in that position, and the way her clitoris grazed on Theodore's skin pushed her more and more to her orgasm.

- Teddy, please...- She rests her forehead on his, apparently tired and Theodore instantly understands your request.

The boy holds her on his lap, while placing her body delicately against the bed, sinking again into her extremely wet entrance at this point. Theodore closes her legs, bringing both to her shoulders, Y/N moans even more with the position, seemed to hit even more against that strategic point inside her.

Nott starts hitting her at a frantic pace, feeling her squeezing him more and more. The boy just held himself waiting for her, who was getting closer and closer. Y/N knew each other enough to know that she was almost there.

- Damn't stop...- She asked panting, squeezing herself even more around him, who decided to look at the ceiling in an attempt to distract herself from all that for a moment, soon turning her attention to her.

Y/N had his hair spread by the mattress, his eyes turning and his lips bitten, his breasts jumped with every beat he gave on his hips.

What was the last straw for her was the way he looked at her and held her legs, the damp hair he had dried up and moistened again by sticking to his slightly sweaty forehead, although visibly tired, Nott smiled maliciously at the way she was below him, never changing the rhythm that established the pleasure of Y/N.

- Come on, love, make a mess all over my cock. - Theodore provoked, knowing that that would be the trigger for Y/N that was tightening more than ever now. And he really got it right.

- Teddy... - Her muscles tightened and she finally let herself go, definitely messing up all of Theodore's member that was tight and wet with a small amount of the white liquid dripping from her entrance.

And then Theodore filled it out just like he did last time. Delighting in the sight of liquids mixing and dripping between them.

The boy threw himself next to her on the bed, both panting and now laughing. His eyes closed and his hands met instinctively, almost as if it were something natural to happen.

- Teddy. - Y/N calls tired and the boy looks at her. - I didn't bring clothes to me. - She said and laughed at her enthusiasm some time ago.

- You don't have to go back to your room if you don't want to. - He said and Y/N turned his gaze to him.

- Really? - She leans on her elbows getting closer to the boy.

- Of course. - Theodore responds with a smile while putting a lock of hair behind Y/N's ear in an affectionate way. - Y/N, just promise me that you won't ignore what happened here like we did last time? - Y/N was surprised by Theodore's frankness, well, she certainly didn't expect that.

- Of course. - The girl answered sincerely and Theodore pulled her closer to him.

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T.N. || Are we bad for that?

Summary: Trapped in arranged relationships, you and Theo live a secret passion amid appearances and betrayals. While Draco, your boyfriend, pretends to fulfill his role to maintain appearances, Theodore fights against the jealousy and attraction he feels for you. With Camille, Nott's girlfriend, suspicious, each stealth encounter becomes a risk, threatening to expose a forbidden desire that challenges her responsibilities. Warnings: Mention of betrayals.

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His relationship with Draco Malfoy has always been a well-designed farce. Since the fourth year at Hogwarts, when your families decided that you would be the ideal couple, everyone's expectations began to dictate each movement. For the outside world, you were perfect together, but, deep down, you knew it was all a facade.

Draco was not the kind boyfriend everyone believed in. He had a cold and calculating way of treating everything and everyone, including you. And although he kept appearances, he did not deprive himself of other girls, always telling his achievements to Theodore Nott, a very close friend. Knowing these details only diminished the guilt you felt for getting involved with Theodore.

The connection between you and Theodore began in a subtle way, but grew quickly. It was not something you planned to change, on the contrary, there was an almost morbid excitement in keeping the relationship secret. Both knew that Draco and Camille, Theo's girlfriend, were not completely dedicated to their respective partners, but that didn't matter. You weren't worried about changing anything, just about keeping what you shared.

It was a winter night at the Malfoy mansion, during a dinner that brought together some of the most influential families in the wizarding world. The dining room was illuminated by floating candles, and the tables were filled with fine plates and crystal bowls. Draco, by his side, seemed more interested in talking to other boys, children of his father's close friends, who came from outside London especially for that night, than in paying attention to you. He rarely looked in your direction, and when he did, it was with an indifference that you had already gotten used to receiving.

Theodore was sitting on the other side of the table, next to Camille, who smiled politely at everyone. Your presence was a constant reminder of the complexity of that situation, but you simply didn't care. Camille was a good person, but her existence was irrelevant to you. The only thing that mattered was the look that Theodore threw in his direction from time to time, full of silent promises.

During a break between the dishes, you murmured some excuse to Draco and got up, walking towards the mansion's library. I knew Theodore would understand the signal and follow it soon after.

The Malfoy library was immense, full of rare books and curious objects, a place where few dared to enter alone.

You hid among the high shelves, your heart accelerated by anticipation. A few minutes later, he heard gentle steps approaching. Theodore appeared, his eyes shining with the same expectation you felt.

- That drug never seemed to end. - he murmured, with a mischievous smile.

- Believe me, it was worse for me. - you replied, allowing a smile to escape.

He got closer, and the world around him seemed to disappear. Theodore always had a way to make you forget everything, even if for a few moments. The proximity between you was inevitable, and before you could hesitate, you pulled him for a kiss, one that carried all the frustration and desire they had accumulated throughout dinner.

Theodore's hands were on his waist, pulling her closer, almost as if he needed you at that moment, while you let yourself be carried away by the moment. The library, usually a place of silence and reflection, was now a witness to a meeting full of secrets.

In the midst of the intensity of the kiss and the impulse that Theodore gave you to climb to a table nearby, his body bumped into a pile of books, causing some of them to fall to the ground with a deaf thuck. You laughed, the sound of your voices filling the empty space.

It was at that moment that they heard steps in the hallway. The two froze, and Theodore quickly walked away, trying to pull himself together. It was too late to hide the tracks, and when Camille appeared at the entrance of the library, her curious look turned into something more suspicious.

- Theo? - Camille called, looking around, trying to understand what was going on. - Is everything okay?

- Yes, dear. - He replied, with a forced smile, that he couldn't dissipate the tension in the air. - Are you okay?

You observed Camille, but without any concern or remorse, just an indifference that you were already used to feeling. Camille took a step forward, her eyes passing from Theodore to you. There was something in her eyes that suggested that she knew something was wrong, but she wasn't sure what. Maybe he had heard the laughter, maybe the sound of the falling books would have aroused his curiosity. Anyway, she didn't ask directly, she just threw a warning look at Theodore.

- We need to go back. Dinner should already be at the end. - she said, her voice slightly tense.

Theodore nodded, but before leaving, he threw one last look in his direction, trying not to show the discomfort he was beginning to feel. There was a resentment in Camille's voice that he chose to ignore.

When you finally returned to the dining room, Draco was once again involved in conversations, but this time, he noticed his approach. He briefly interrupted the conversation to cast a serious look in his direction.

- Where were you? - he asked, the tone slightly irritated.

- I went to get some air - you replied, without worrying about hiding the annoyance in your voice.

He narrowed his eyes, but didn't insist. Draco didn't really care about you, but he knew he was expected to act like a caring boyfriend, at least in front of others.

As dinner progressed, you realized that Draco began to approach you in a way that he rarely did. He touched his hand from time to time, leaning to whisper comments in his ear. His touch was not affectionate, but there was a certain physical intensity, an attraction that was not related to feelings, but to desire.

You realized that by maintaining these appearances and getting closer physically to Draco, you could instigate a more possessive reaction in Theodore. So, with every touch, with every whisper of him that made you smile, your mind wandered momentarily to Theodore, but just enough to allow himself to react to Draco convincingly. What you did was not just keep the appearances; it was a subtle game to measure the effect on Theodore.

Camille, sitting on the other side of the table, seemed increasingly attentive to her interactions with Draco. She watched more carefully, noticing every calculated gesture, every smile you forced next to Draco. She wondered if you were really happy, but when she saw how well you pretended, she concluded that even if you weren't, no one would notice.

When dinner finally came to an end, you got up next to Draco, still feeling his touch on your back, but it was Theodore who dominated his thoughts. Draco, indifferent, cast one last look in his direction, as if he were just ensuring that he fulfilled his role to maintain appearances and, perhaps, meet his father's expectations.

Camille, with a suspicious expression, approached Theodore, who seemed even more distant and angry.

- Theo, are you okay? - she asked, in a soft voice, but there was an evident concern in her tone.

Theodore kept his gaze fixed at a distant point, avoiding her eyes.

- I'm just a little tired. - he replied, his voice loaded with a restrained irritation.

Camille hesitated, noticing the tension in the air.

- We can spend the night together, if you want. Maybe this will help you relax - he suggested, trying to sound comforting.

Theodore finally looked at her, his eyes hard and impassive.

- No, Camille. I prefer to be alone. - he said, firmly, but not rudely.

She frowned, surprised and a little hurt by the rejection, but did not insist. He just nodded slowly, moving away from him with a dejected expression, while Theodore remained motionless, lost in his own tumultuous thoughts.

The next morning, Hogwarts was as usual: students rushed through the corridors, the first classes already in progress, and a characteristic cold of the castle hovered in the air. As you walked to your Spell class, you felt a firm hand pull your arm, dragging it into an empty corridor.

It was Theodore. Your face was tense, your eyes shining with a jealousy that you recognized immediately.

- What was that last night? - he asked, his voice low, but loaded with emotion.

You frowned, even though you knew exactly what he was talking about.

- What are you talking about, Theo?

He took a deep breath, struggling to maintain his composure.

- How Draco was touching you... As if he cared. - The words came out almost like an accusation. - Did anything else happen after I left?

You couldn't help but smile, even though you knew Theodore was genuinely bothered. There was something almost irresistible about seeing him envy, a feeling that gave him a strange sense of power.

- Theo, nothing happened... - you started, but the smile on your lips betrayed your words. He narrowed his eyes, clearly not convinced.

- I saw how he looked at you, how he touched you - Theodore insisted, his hand still holding his arm as if he needed this connection to anchor himself. - And you didn't seem bothered.

- Don't be ridiculous, Theodore. - His voice was slightly provocative as you leaned a little more towards him. - He's my boyfriend, what did you expect me to do?

The jealousy in Theodore's eyes did not disappear, but he seemed to relax a little with his answer.

- I just... I don't like to see you with him like that - he admitted, the voice now lower, almost a whisper.

- So don't look. - Your answer was almost playful, but there was an underlying seriousness in your words. - We still have a relationship...

Theodore opened his mouth to answer, but before he could say anything, you heard steps approaching. She was one of your friends, walking down the corridor towards you.

Quickly, Theodore let go of his arm and walked away, trying to disguise the tension between you. Your friend didn't seem to have noticed anything strange, but took a curious look at Theodore before turning her attention to you.

- We are late for the Spells class - the girl said with her voice indifferent.

You nodded, exchanging one last look with Theodore before following your friend down the hallway. Theodore stood still for a moment, watching you move away, his heart still racing by the conversation and the anger he was trying to suppress.

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Only Me

Pairing: Theo Nott x Reader

Summary: Desperate to get a persistent girl off his back, Enzo and reader kiss. But when the kiss unexpectedly turns heated, Theo loses it.

Word Count: 4184

Warnings: Jealousy, a bit of possessiveness, reader kisses both Enzo and Theo (separately), and language. Let me know if there’s anything else!

A/N 💌 This idea has been bouncing around in my head for awhile! Thank you to @moonpascal for reading and giving me pointers as always <3

The common room buzzes with the familiar hum of conversation, groups of students either buried in classwork or indulging in gossip. Outside, snow is falling, making it all the more comforting to be curled up by the fire in your favorite armchair. Your knees are tucked tightly to your chest, and your book is balanced on top, though you haven’t turned a page in what feels like forever.

Your mind keeps wandering to Theo, who sits across from you on the couch, his attention seemingly on Enzo’s animated storytelling. But despite the lively chatter around you, your focus is entirely on him. For the past hour, you’ve found yourself sneaking glances in his direction, unable to tear your thoughts away.

His laugh rings out, warm and infectious, pulling your gaze to him as if by instinct. The sound is so captivating that it seems to fill the entire room, making it impossible not to look. As his laughter fades into soft, lingering chuckles, his eyes suddenly meet yours, and your stomach flips at the unexpected eye contact, the intensity of his gaze holding you in place.

He raises his eyebrow at you, his expression a hint of curiosity mixed with amusement. He finally breaks the silence, his voice low. “You know, you don’t have to sit all the way over there.”

“And where would I sit instead?” You ask, your voice lightly tinged with amusement. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Blaise arch an amused brow at your tone, clearly picking up on the flirty undertone. 

The other boys don’t seem to notice, too absorbed in their conversation. Whatever they’re discussing has them completely engrossed, their voices animated and intense. Normally, you’d eavesdrop, but today, you’re too distracted by how undeniably good Theo looks to focus on anything else.

Theo’s lips curve into a small, almost gentle smile, one that’s reserved just for you. He pats the empty space beside him on the couch, “With me, dolcezza.”

You sigh, feigning annoyance at the thought of moving, but in reality, you’re trying to suppress the flutter in your stomach as you stand and make your way over to Theo. He greets you with a grin, and you roll your eyes in response, though you can’t quite hide the smile tugging at your bottom lip, which you quickly bite down on.

You aim to sit a reasonable distance away from him, but before you can settle in, Theo surprises you by reaching out and pulling you closer, so close that you’re practically sitting on his lap. The sudden contact sends a jolt through you, catching you completely off guard.

His name slips past your lips in a breathless gasp, drawing Blaise’s attention from across the room. He looks over, his grin widening with amusement as he takes in the scene. You’re nestled closely against Theo, your body practically molded to his, with one leg draped over his lap. His arm is securely wrapped around your waist, holding you close, while his fingers lazily toy with the hem of your skirt, tracing light patterns that send shivers up your spine.

You’re so focused on steadying the nerves fluttering in your stomach that you don’t even notice the girl approaching your group. She lingers just a few feet away from Enzo, but he’s too engrossed in his conversation to see her. It isn’t until Mattheo nods in her direction with a smirk and makes a remark about the “pretty little visitor” that Enzo finally catches on.

He swivels around in his armchair, and you notice his smile falter ever so slightly before he quickly recovers, masking his reaction, “Oh, hi.” He doesn’t even bother to conceal the disappointment in his voice.

You close your eyes, wincing in disappointment as you hear Theo chuckle softly. 

“I wanted to know if you wanted to read our project before I turned it in.” The bundle of parchment crinkles in her grasp, the edges slightly rumpled from handling. Enzo’s eyes drop to the papers, his expression shifting as he takes in the sight.

“I’m good. Thanks, though.” Enzo starts to turn back to the boys, his tone polite but firm, signaling the conversation’s end. But before he can fully disengage, she takes a step forward, determination in her eyes.

“That’s fine! Maybe you’d like to do something together outside of class?” Her voice is laced with hope, almost too eager, as she tries to bridge the gap between them.

Enzo hesitates, his discomfort evident. “Uh, I don’t think so,” he says, wincing as a flush creeps up his neck, his cheeks turning pink. He glances around, clearly uneasy with the situation. “Like I said last time, I’m just not interested.” His voice softens, an attempt to let her down gently, but the awkwardness hangs in the air, making the rejection all the more painful.

“It doesn’t have to be a date.” She persists, her voice tinged with a hopeful edge. You glance over at Draco and Mattheo, who are laughing to themselves, clearly amused by the unfolding scene. She doesn’t seem to notice; her focus is entirely on Enzo, and her determination is ruthless.

“You know what? Let’s just talk about this tomorrow.” Enzo sighs, trying to find an easy out. Her face lights up at the mere mention of tomorrow, a hopeful smile spreading across her lips. She eagerly agrees, practically spinning on her heel to leave. As she walks away, Enzo lets out another sigh, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

“Salazar, mate! That was pathetic.” Mattheo laughs.

Draco smirks, leaning back casually, “Honestly, Enzo, you’re being too fucking nice. She’ll keep coming back if you don’t tell her to fuck off.”

“I’ve tried!” Enzo protests, sending him an exacerbated look.

“Enzo, you can just say no directly.” You chime in, your tone light but pointed. 

Enzo looks over at you, shaking his head, “Sweetheart, I’ve tried.” Theo’s eyes narrow in annoyance at the pet name, but Enzo doesn’t notice.

“Grab a girl and make out in front of her. She’ll get the hint then,” Mattheo suggests nonchalantly, shrugging as if it’s the most obvious solution. He leans back in his chair, an arrogant smirk playing on his lips. “It’s worked for me plenty of times.”

“Are you hearing my problem? I don’t need another girl becoming attached.” Enzo snaps. Draco immediately scoffs at the mention of Enzo’s popularity with the girls of Hogwarts—it’s clearly always bothered him.

“Merlin, Enzo. Just ask one of the girls, then.” Draco huffs, his impatience evident in his tone. He rolls his eyes, clearly exasperated with the ongoing discussion. Sitting beside you, Theo tenses up slightly, his posture stiffening as he shifts uncomfortably.

“What the fuck, mate? Pans and I are together.” Blaise says, sending him an annoyed look. Draco just shrugs indifferently.

“She’d probably say yes.” Draco mumbles. He dismisses the glare Blaise throws his way.

Mattheo’s gaze drifts to you, and a sly, amused smile spreads across his face, carrying a hint of something darker in his eyes. “Well, love,” he drawls, his tone teasing, “looks like you’re the one who’ll be kissing Enzo.”

“No,” Theo grits out, his voice strained with protectiveness. His fingers spread out as he firmly grasps your hip, his fingertips creating dimples in your skin. His eyes lock onto Mattheo with a stern glare. “She isn’t.”

Theo's reaction doesn’t catch you off guard. He’d always been protective of you. In the beginning, you chalked it up to his feelings for you, but as the years passed without anything more, you let that theory slip away.

“Unfortunately,” Draco drawls with a smirk, his voice dripping with mock sympathy, “that isn’t really up to you, mate.”

“You don’t have to,” Enzo says, his tone soft and reassuring. “That’s a lot to ask.” His words carry a gentle understanding, and Theo visibly relaxes.

Your gaze shifts to Theo, who is watching you with a furrowed brow and a trace of irritation in his eyes. You’ve been absorbed in your feelings for Theo for so long that you’ve avoided pursuing anything with anyone else. You’ve had a few kisses here and there, but they were disappointing. Kissing Enzo wouldn’t be awful. Probably the exact opposite. You’ve heard the giggles and whispers around school about how good it is to kiss Enzo. Much more than just that, actually.

Maybe things with Theo would never work out, and you'd always just be his best friend. You could accept that. But if that’s how it was going to be, he didn’t have the right to tell you not to kiss Enzo.

“I’ll let you kiss me.” You say, your voice firm. The boys exchange stunned and uneasy glances, their eyes darting nervously toward Theo, who stares at you in wide-eyed disbelief. 

The room feels charged with tension as Theo’s expression darkens, “Dolcezza—”

“It’s not up for debate, Theo. If Enzo wants to kiss me, he can,” You assert, pulling away from Theo and turning so you’re directly facing Enzo. Theo’s frown deepens, his hands clenching slightly as he struggles to suppress the urge to haul you back onto his lap. The tension is palpable as he watches you with frustration and reluctance. You glance back at Enzo, your voice softening as you add, “I don’t mind, Enz.”

“Are you sure?” Enzo asks softly, his voice barely audible. Theo shoots him a sharp, warning glare. Enzo casts an uneasy glance at Theo before turning his attention back to you.

“I trust you.” You say with a soft smile, your eyes meeting his. Enzo’s tension eases a tad as he returns the smile.

.·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。.

You arrive at your usual spot in the Great Hall well before the rest of your friends, hoping to settle in for a quiet breakfast and then head straight to class. Just as you begin to relax, Pansy slides into the seat next to you with a grin, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she catches your eye.

“I just heard the most scandalous thing.” Pansy says with a sly smile, leaning in as if sharing a secret.

“Did you?” You ask, taking a slow sip of your tea and watching her with a hint of amusement.

“I heard that Theo Nott’s girl will be making out with his best mate.” She hums thoughtfully, casting you a knowing glance as she carefully fills her plate.

“I don’t think Theo Nott has a girl.” You give her a pointed look as you speak. Pansy sighs, clearly tempted to launch into one of her usual lectures about how Theo feels the same way. But before she can say anything, the boys start to trickle in, their expressions groggy.

Theo's mood is already sour and only worsens when he narrows his eyes at you, his gaze honing in on the subtle sheen on your lips. “Are you wearing lip gloss?” he asks, suspicion lacing his tone.

You hum in confirmation, a small, carefree sound that only makes Theo’s stomach churn harder. He feels a wave of nausea rise, the thought of you putting on lipgloss to kiss someone else—especially Enzo—causing an unsettling tightness in his chest. His jaw clenches as he struggles to keep it together. Mattheo and Draco watch him closely, clearly entertained as their eyes dart back and forth between the two of you.

His food sits forgotten as he stares at you incredulously, “Why?”

“What do you mean why? If I’m kissing Enzo, I want my lips to be soft for him.” Enzo flushes a deep red, and Theo stares at you in disbelief as the rest of your friends erupt in whistles and teasing comments, reacting to what you’ve just said.

Even though it seemed a bit unnecessary, you had applied some lip product and brushed your teeth for an unusually long time. The last thing you wanted was for him to think poorly of the kiss. 

“Careful, Nott. After this kiss, she might not be your girl anymore.” Draco snarks with a smirk, his voice laced with amusement. You hold your breath, anticipating Theo’s reaction, but to your disappointment, he says nothing.

.·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。.

Theo’s mood simmered down throughout the day, and you guessed it was because you hadn’t needed to kiss Enzo. You spent the entire day without catching even a glimpse of the girl Enzo was avoiding. Throughout the day’s classes, you remained on edge, ready to put on a show with Enzo if necessary. 

But as the hours passed and she failed to appear, it became increasingly clear that you might not need to kiss one of your best friends today. With hardly anyone in the halls, you hadn’t anticipated crossing paths with her again.

“How about a girls’ night tonight?” You ask, throwing a pointed glance at the boys trailing behind you.“I need a break from them.”

Pansy grinned, “Even Nott?”

“Oh, fuck off,” You laugh, playfully swatting at her arm with your free hand while balancing your book in the other. “Even Nott.”

“I would. But Blaise and I are hanging out.” Her tone is suggestive, and you respond with a knowing glance.

“Make sure you—” Your words are abruptly silenced as a firm grip pulls you backward. Enzo’s arm wraps securely around your waist, hauling you against his chest. The sudden, intimate contact leaves you breathless and disoriented. Before you can fully grasp what’s happening, his lips are on yours, hot and demanding. The sheer intensity of the kiss makes your heart race wildly, and a startled moan escapes from deep within you.

Your hand, momentarily frozen, then moves with a mind of its own, sliding into his hair. Your fingers bury themselves in the soft, silky strands, feeling the slight tremor of his breaths against your skin as the kiss deepens. Enzo’s other hand finds its way to the side of your neck, his thumb brushing along your throat. The tender, intimate touch sends a jolt of desire through you, making you gasp softly. Your book slips from your grasp, thudding heavily on the floor, but you’re too absorbed in the moment to notice. With your other hand now free, it instinctively reaches up to clutch his bicep, using him to hold yourself up.

Enzo’s lips trail a heated path from the corner of your mouth, inching toward the sensitive spot just below your ear. Each kiss sends a shiver through you, leaving your body feeling as though it’s melting into his touch. The intensity of the moment is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before, and you find yourself lost, feeling his lips on you.

Clearly, you hadn’t picked the right guys to kiss before.

“Theo is going to beat my ass for touching you.” Enzo’s breathy whisper grazes your ear, sending a shiver down your spine before he begins to pull back. To his surprise, you instinctively lean forward, your eyes fluttering closed as you chase after his retreating lips, your breath mingling with his in a shared moment of longing. Just as he’s about to close the gap and kiss you again, Theo’s hand shoots out, gripping the collar of Enzo’s shirt with a firm hold. He yanks Enzo away with a decisive tug, his eyes blazing.

He’s absolutely furious.

“You’re fucking crazy if you think I’m letting you kiss her again. She ran off the second you grabbed Y/n.” Theo snaps, his tone icy and edged with contempt.

It takes a moment for you to register that Theo is talking about Enzo’s relentless former class partner.

His gaze locks onto the lip gloss smeared across Enzo’s lips, and a dangerous glint flares in his eyes. The flicker of anger in his gaze sharpens as he takes a deliberate step forward, his posture radiating barely contained tension. His fingers twitch at his sides, visibly itching to confront his best friend, the promise of retribution clear in his stance.

Enzo remains silent, but his eyes shift to you, conveying a mixture of regret and concern. Theo’s gaze follows, landing on you. Your lips are swollen from the intensity of the kiss, your chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. Your eyes, still wide and slightly glassy, remain fixed on Enzo.

You look wrecked, and Theo despises it.

Without a second thought, Theo takes a decisive step forward, his jaw clenched tightly and his fingers digging into his palms. The sudden movement is charged with barely contained anger, his eyes locked onto Enzo with a fierce intensity.

“Nott!” Blaise barks, clapping a hand on Theo’s shoulder. “It was just a kiss.”

“Quite the kiss, though.” Draco adds with a smirk, his eyes twinkling with mischief. Mattheo lets out a low whistle, clearly entertained. Theo responds with a withering glare, his expression darkening.

Blaise shoves Theo back forcefully, his voice cutting through the tension. “Take your girl and go cool off.” He commands, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Theo fixes Blaise with a scathing glare, but he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he shoves past him, grabs your hand with a firm grip, and pulls you down the hall toward his dorm, his movements fueled by anger and jealousy.

You protest, urging him to slow down, but he disregards your words, muttering curses in Italian under his breath. With a fierce shove, he throws open the door to his dorm. You trail after him, and as soon as you step inside, he slams the door shut behind you. As you watch, he paces the room, his hands running through his hair in frustration.

You’ve never seen him like this before—raw and seething.

He spins around to face you, his eyes blazing with a mix of anger and distress, “What the fuck was that, dolcezza?’

There’s a moment of silence before you murmur, “A kiss,” as you lean against the door. Theo’s eyes follow your hand as it gently touches your swollen lips, and he sees the distant, reflective look in your eyes.

A flash of something dark and possessive ignites in his gaze. He clenches his jaw, the flicker of jealousy sharp and stinging. The sight of you lingering on the memory of Enzo’s kiss twists in his gut, fueling an intense surge of anger. He can’t stand seeing you so absorbed in someone else’s touch.

“That wasn’t just a kiss.” Theo snaps, his voice clipped.

“It was a bit much,” You reply with a resigned sigh, your gaze meeting his. “But it felt good—”

“Kissing him felt good?” Theo interrupts, his voice dropping to a strained, dangerous whisper. Each word cuts through the space between you with an intensity that makes your heart pound. He steps closer, his eyes blazing with anger and disbelief. You falter, your words catching in your throat as you watch him. “Is that really what you think I want to hear?”

“I don’t know what you want to hear.” You admit, your voice barely above a whisper. You meet his gaze with a defiant look, trying to hold your ground even as your heart races.

Theo’s eyes darken, and he takes another step closer, his face inches from yours. His breath is warm against your skin, mingling with your uneven gasps. 

“I want to hear that it meant absolutely nothing to you.” Theo says.

“It didn’t.” You confirm, eyes fixed on his, your breath catching in your throat. This is the closest you've ever been, the closest you've ever allowed yourself to imagine that he might actually kiss you.

“It didn’t?” He repeats, his voice low and dangerously soft. “Because it sure looked like it did.” The intensity in his eyes is almost overwhelming, and you can almost feel the heat of frustration radiating off him.

“It was just a kiss, Theo. It wasn’t real.” You say, looking away, a slight hint of exasperation to your tone.

“Are you sure he felt that way?”

“Enzo?” Your eyes snap back to him in disbelief. Theo stares blankly at you. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“Am I?” He retorts, his voice shifting from anger to something softer, almost vulnerable. “Because the girl I love is standing in front of me, talking about how kissing my best friend felt good.”

The words hang in the air, and your heart stutters as you struggle to take it all in. The anger that once fueled his every move is now mingled with something else—something that feels like hope. The intensity of his confession leaves you momentarily stunned, your mind reeling as you try to make sense of it. Theo’s eyes hold yours, a storm of anger, hurt, and vulnerability brewing just beneath the surface.

“Theo…” You begin, but your voice falters, and you struggle to formulate a sentence. All you had ever wanted was for him to confess, and now that he had, you found yourself at a loss. The moment you’d imagined so many times was finally here, yet the reality of it left you frozen, uncertain of how to respond.

He steps closer, his hand lifting to gently brush his fingers against your cheek. The space between you is almost gone now. His gaze flickers to your lips, and you can see the conflict in his eyes—the tension between the desire to hold you close and the hurt of picturing you with someone else.

"Do you have any idea how long I’ve loved you, dolcezza?" Theo’s voice drops to a whisper, thick with emotion, as he gently traces your bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. The delicate touch sends a shiver down your spine, your breath hitching in response. His gaze flickers from your eyes, filled with desire and uncertainty, down to your parted lips, lingering there as if trying to memorize every curve and tremble. "Years," he breathes, the word heavy with longing, his thumb still grazing your lip as if he's afraid to let go.

The air between you feels charged, thick with emotions that have been kept buried for far too long. Theo’s confession hangs between you like a fragile thread, one that could break with a single wrong move. His thumb continues its gentle path along your lip, the contact sending a rush of warmth through your body.

“Years?” You echo, your voice wrecked as the realization sinks in. The word feels foreign on your tongue, like something you’ve never quite understood until now. 

Theo nods, his eyes never leaving yours. “I tried to push it away,” he admits, his voice low and raw. “Tried to convince myself it wasn’t real, that it was just some stupid crush I’d get over. But it wasn’t. It isn’t.”

You swallow hard, your heart pounding in your chest. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

His thumb stills against your lip, and his expression darkens with regret. “Because I didn’t want to ruin what we had. I didn’t want to risk losing you. But now…” He trails off, his gaze dropping to your lips again, his resolve wavering. “But I can’t stand the thought of someone else touching you, kissing you, when I’ve been waiting all this time.”

“Theo…” You murmur, your voice barely above a whisper, as you reach up to cup his face. Your fingers brush against the rough stubble on his jaw, and he leans into your touch, his eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment.

When he opens them again, they’re filled with a desperate kind of hope, one that makes your heartache. You whisper, “Will you please just kiss me?”

He moves with an intense determination, his hand sliding up to cradle the side of your head, fingers curling possessively just beneath your ear. The raw intensity in his gaze overwhelms you, a mix of longing and vulnerability that feels both foreign and intimately familiar. The depth of emotion in his eyes constricts your chest, an unexpected surge of feeling threatening to make you tremble.

His thumb trails a fiery path along your cheek, the warmth of his touch igniting a wave of sensation. As he leans in, the air between you becomes electrified with tension. When his lips finally connect with yours, the kiss is a fierce collision of need and tenderness—a deliberate press that lingers.

Your fingers clutch the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer, and he responds by pressing you firmly against the door. The proximity makes you draw a sharp, shuddering breath, a sound that mingles with the deeper kiss as he intensifies the connection. His lips are urgent and demanding, yet tender, each movement sending a shiver down your spine. His other hand braces against the door next to your head, anchoring you both in this intimate, electrifying moment.

The space between you disappears, replaced by the searing heat of his body against yours, drawing you irresistibly into him. Breathless, you’re lost in him, more exhilarated than you’ve ever been. His lips against yours send your mind reeling, and you know that if you weren’t pinned against the door, you’d cling to him just to stay upright.

When you finally pull back, breathless and dizzy, Theo’s forehead rests against yours, his eyes still closed as he savors the moment. “I love you,” he whispers, his voice breaking.

You smile softly, your heart swelling as your throat constricts with emotion. “I’ve loved you for just as long.”

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hi!

i was wondering if i could request a slytherin boy reacts or a imagine up to you

but what about reader who’s starting to have a drug addiction and they are daiting her and she’s turning into a crappy person but they love her so they try and help her

M.R. || Tell your baby that i’m your baby

Summary: In the midst of substance abuse and a relationship in crisis with Mattheo Riddle, you face a painful intervention from worried friends, leading to an emotional breakdown in the arms of your best friend, Pansy.

Warnings: abuse in substance use, potential trigger.

A/N: I apologize for the delay in the request, but I really had a hard time getting inspired... I reinforce here the importance of seeking help in cases like this. I hope you like it!

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The morning light invaded the room, crossing the half-open curtains and spreading across the wooden floor as a cruel reminder of the reality you didn't want to face. The distant echo of last night's party still reverberated in his mind, accompanied by an insistent headache and an exhaustion that seemed to consume everything around him. Since you and Mattheo started getting involved, parties have become a common scenario. He, always the center of attention, with his carefree and enigmatic way, attracted everyone around him. And you, always by your side, immersed in a mixture of pleasure and adrenaline that offered the temporary escape you wanted so much.

At first, it was all light. A marijuana cigarette here, a drink there. Mattheo never intended to drag you to a darker path, but before you even met him, you were already flirting with something more dangerous. It came from a family that exerted invisible but overwhelming pressures. The expectation of perfection, the weight of a surname, everything you did never seemed to be enough. Substances were a way to escape, to anesthetize the pain it carried inside. What began as curiosity quickly turned into an insidious habit, always with the excuse ready: "I stop whenever I want." But over time, this promise seemed more and more distant and empty.

You thought you were hiding well, but your closest friends began to notice the changes. Pansy, always attentive and insightful, was the first to notice. During one of the recent parties, she saw you running to the women's bathroom, her look disturbed and her hands trembling. When she entered, she found you using cocaine in the sink, her eyes dilated and lost in an abyss she couldn't reach.

She was in shock, unable to believe what she saw.

- Are you sure of what you're doing? - she asked, her voice low, but loaded with genuine concern.

- I know how to take care of myself, Pans. - You answered, with a false confidence, the same mask you wore for everyone. Pansy knew that it was a lie, a sign that things were much worse than anyone imagined.

She was the one who told Mattheo. One night, when he could no longer stand his emotional absence and erratic behaviors, Pansy hesitated, but knew he needed to know.

- She won't forgive me for that - she said to him, as she saw his gaze harden with the revelation. - But she's sinking, and you need to do something.

Mattheo already suspected it. The frequent escapades, the erratic behavior, the lies. Theodore, always more reserved, had also talked about his concerns, about how his behavior at parties was becoming unpredictable, and how he and Pansy were genuinely concerned. "You are no longer the same," Theo once said, looking deep into his eyes, trying to find the friend who seemed to have disappeared. But you always avoided these confrontations.

Now, sitting on the edge of the bed, Mattheo seemed distant, lost in thoughts you would prefer him not to have. The silence in the room was suffocating, broken only by the heavy and slow breathing of both. He had spent the night reflecting on what Pansy had told him and every time his friends looked at you with a mixture of worry and sadness, but they never knew what to say.

- We need to talk. - he said, finally, without even turning to face you.

You turned to the side, trying to ignore the weight of your words, the body still heavy from the excesses of the night before.

- About what, Matt? It was just another party. You don't have to do drama.

He got up, taking a few steps around the room before finally staring at you. The look, usually so carefree and seductive, was now loaded with a seriousness that bothered you deeply.

- It's not just about the party. It's about you. About what's happening to you.

Those words hit like a punch. The air became heavy, the light morning weather dissipating while the subject you had been avoiding for so long finally emerged.

- I'm fine. You're exaggerating. - you replied, trying to move away the gravity of the moment.

Mattheo took another step forward, the frustration now clearly visible.

- I'm not exaggerating. Pansy told me what happened. She saw you.

His stomach sank when he heard this. A wave of anger and shame rose through his body, mixed with the desperate need to defend himself.

- She had no right to tell you.

- Of course there was. - Mattheo replied, her voice firm. - She's worried about you. Theo too. We all are. You're no longer in control, and I can't pretend this is normal anymore.

His words cut like a sharp blade. Anger bubbled in his veins, uncontrollable.

- I'll stop whenever I want! I don't need anyone to tell me what to do! - your voice was loud, hard, loaded with an aggressiveness that masked the truth you refused to admit: you were completely out of control.

He shook his head, his eyes full of sadness and exhaustion.

- You always say that, but it never stops. And it's getting worse every day. This is consuming you, and I can't watch it anymore.

- I know what I'm doing! - you screamed, the anger overflowing, the body shaking.

Mattheo sighed, his shoulders falling, as if carrying the weight of an unbearable burden.

- I just want to help you, but you're not letting me. I won't lose you for that.

His words hovered in the air, but you were blinded by anger and pride. Without answering, you turned around, marching towards the door.

- I don't need your help! - he repeated, more to himself than to him, before slamming the door hard, leaving him alone with his unspoken words.

When leaving the room, the hallway seemed suffocating. The air was heavy and oppressive, the walls seemed to close around it. Anger was still burning, but underneath it, something darker and more painful moved - an overwhelming loneliness that you refused to face.

It was then that you saw Pansy in the hallway, the look immediately worried when he noticed the tears on his face and the crumpled clothes of the night before. She approached with caution, but with determination.

- Hey, how are you? - the soft voice, but full of concern.

- What do you think, Pansy? - you shot, the voice harsh and bitter. - You saw me yesterday. And he was still running to tell Mattheo.

Pansy sighed, stopping in front of him, without letting himself be shaken by his aggressiveness.

- I told you because I'm worried about you. Because I love you and I won't be with my arms crossed.

- Why does everyone think they know what's best for me? - you shouted, anger mixed with frustration and pain. - You don't know anything!

She took another step, determined.

- I know you're suffering. And no matter how much you push me away, I won't give up on you.

Her words finally broke something inside you. Anger was replaced by an overwhelming despair. You tried to resist, but when Pansy hugged you firmly, you collapsed into your arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

- I can't do it anymore... - you murmured, your voice broken by pain. - I don't know what to do.

Pansy held you harder.

- You don't have to do it alone. I'm here.

But despite this moment of vulnerability, something dark continued to grow inside you. In the days that followed, instead of accepting the help, you started pretending. Dissimulate. It showed others what they wanted to see, while the addiction deepened. Laugh at the right times, smile in the conversations. But behind that, you were increasingly sunk in drugs, more and more isolated.

Mattheo, however, saw through his mask. He found evidence that you had never stopped. When he confronted you again, the tension between you was unbearable.

- You never stopped, did you? - he asked, his voice full of frustration.

- I'm fine. - You lied once again.

- No, you're not. And he never was. - he replied, in disbelief.

Without taking it anymore, you left again, disappearing for days, isolated at home. When you returned to Hogwarts, the abyss between you, your boyfriend and your friends seemed irreparable. Mattheo and Pansy were astonished, unable to fully understand the depth of their denial. Each encounter turned into an emotional battle, with sharp words and intense discussions that only deepened the division.

His routine was full of lies and hiding places. The parties, formerly his refuge, were now an arena of internal confrontation. The momentary relief of substances was quickly replaced by a cycle of guilt and despair. You saw yourself sunk in a loneliness that you could not escape, a loneliness that manifested itself not only in moments of silence, but also in the way you moved away from everyone who tried to help you.

The void I was trying to fill with drugs was becoming an even bigger hole. His nights in the clear were filled with the echo of his own lies and the growing feeling that he was losing his own identity. The mirror, which once reflected a person full of life and promising, now showed someone almost unrecognizable, worn and dejected.

Finally, on an especially dark night, when the feeling of hopelessness seemed almost unbearable, you found yourself again in the aisle of Hogwarts, a place that now seemed so far from home. The mind was in turmoil, and the words of Mattheo, Pansy and Theodore echoed without ceasing. The need to escape was overwhelming, but the feeling of being cornered, with no way out, finally began to prevail.

It was then that you had a painful epiphany, a moment of clarity that emerged from the crisis. Maybe, just maybe, there was a way out of this labyrinth of pain and denial. The first step was to recognize that control had been lost a long time ago and that it really needed help.

With a heavy heart and a shaken spirit, you decided to seek help. It was a small but crucial step, and you knew it wouldn't be easy. Mattheo, Pansy and Theodore were there to support you, and with a renewed effort, you began to seek the support you needed. It was the beginning of a long and arduous path, but for the first time in a long time, there was a spark of hope on the horizon. And for the first time, you were willing to fight for yourself, to face the truth and finally begin to rebuild what had been broken.

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