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B.Z. || Fuck, I love everything about you

Summary: A silly argument and your pride keep you apart during the holidays. Your solution was to tease him until the last minute. Warnings: Smut, +18, teasing, oral sex.

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Blaise had never acted that way. Throughout the relationship, you have never spent so much time without talking to each other. However, now things were different.

It all started with a silly argument on the train back home on the summer vacation. It was a good few weeks without exchanging a word, which was totally out of the ordinary for you. This situation made you think that he would break up with you as soon as they arrived at the station again.

The fact that you thought you were not wrong in the discussion contributed to the fact that you did not go to him either, and the pride between you became an increasing barrier.

With the return to school approaching, the expectation of seeing him again cheered you up and made you anxious. You couldn't help but think about what could happen. Would he say anything? If so, what would you say? Would I treat you normally? It was impossible to predict, and these uncertainties tormented you.

On the day of the return, he was there, walking on the train behind Draco, with his haghful posture and distracted look. You felt your heart tighten when you saw him, but soon looked away at Pansy, who was waiting for you at the door of the train. She smiled wide when she saw you approaching, but the forced smile and slightly worried eyes made it clear that she knew that her romantic drama still persisted.

- Haven't they solved it yet? - It was the first thing she said when she hugged you. During the holidays, you had told your friend about the fight, and she assured that Blaise would soon go back, after all, he was completely devoted to you.

- No. - You answered quietly, feeling your voice choke. Separating yourself from Pansy, you followed her into the cabins.

- Let's go to another cabin. Come. - Parkinson pulled his hand firmly, leading it through the agitated students who filled the corridor. The sound of laughter and conversations seemed distant as you let yourself be carried away, lost in your own thoughts.

Upon entering an empty cabin, Pansy closed the door and pulled the curtains, creating a small refuge from the chaos of the train. She sat in front of you, her eyes shining with curiosity and concern.

- Tell me everything. - She said, the soft and encouraging voice.

You started telling her detail by detail, from the little discussion on the train to the prolonged silence that followed. I watched her reaction to each word, noticing how she frowned at times and nodded slightly on others, always keeping her eyes fixed on you.

In the end, Pansy smiled as if the answer was obvious, which left you intrigued.

- What is it? - You asked, feeling your stomach turn with anxiety.

- When you told me they had fought, I thought of something a little more... seriously. - She mocked, a soft laugh escaping from her lips. You couldn't help laughing either, although the concern was still there.

- That's serious! - You exclaimed, but Pansy just laughed in response.

- I didn't know Zabini could be so stubborn with something so small. - She commented, and you rolled your eyes, a smile trying to form on your lips. - Ah, Y/N, come on. This is something very simple to solve. - She said, the confidence in her voice was almost contagious.

- I won't apologize, I wasn't wrong. - You argued, crossing your arms in defense. Pansy sighed and rolled her eyes dramatically.

- You won't apologize, just use some of her feminine gifts. - She cast a malicious look, arching an eyebrow in a suggestive way.

- Pansy, we are not exactly the kind of couple that solves problems with sex. - You answered, your voice a little firmer, although the idea made your face warm up slightly.

- It's okay, but look, this is not something serious to the point that you deny what sex it would solve, wouldn't it? - She smiled, leaning a little forward. - It always works for me.

You reflected on that, your mind coming back the last time you were together, before the fight. His touch, his intense look... maybe Pansy was right. Maybe pride could be put aside for a moment, just enough for you to reconnect.

- I don't know, Pansy... - You comment, feeling insecure, but Pansy insists, your determined gaze.

- Just try. Soon he will be after you again, apologizing for things he didn't even do, and you will thank me. - Parkinson gave a wink, a convinced smile on his lips, finally convincing you. - Let's start right now!

- What? No, he's with Draco there. - You argue, trying to imagine the embarrassing scene that would unfold. But Pansy was already getting up, a determined expression on her face.

- You're not going to climb his lap or anything like that, Y/N. - She rolls her eyes, as if the idea was too obvious. - You're going to innocently sit next to your boyfriend with your short skirt.

She fakes an innocent look as she begins to rummage inside her bag, her agile fingers pushing books and jars of potions to the side until she finds what she was looking for. With a victorious smile, Pansy removes a uniform skirt a little shorter than the one you usually wear, displaying it as if it were a rare piece.

- Wear this. - She orders, extending the skirt to you.

You take the hesitant skirt, watching the fabric while your mind imagines the scene: you entering the cabin, Blaise looking up when he sees you, the short skirt attracting your attention. Your heart rockets just thinking about it.

- Pansy, that's crazy. - You murmur slightly excited, but a part of you already feels tempted. Pansy always had a way to push you out of your comfort zone.

- Trust me, Y/N. - She says, her eyes shining with excitement. - It's going to work.

You change your clothes and finish dressing, feel a little exposed, but a confidence that Zabini would give in to this was something that encouraged you.

- Now, let's go. Merlin, I can't wait to see his face. - Pansy smiles, guiding you back to the hallway.

When they finally reach the cabin, you see Blaise and Draco talking. Blaise looks at you immediately and, for a moment, his gaze is fixed on the skirt. You enter the cabin, trying to act as naturally as possible, although the heart beats hard in the chest. When sitting next to him, the warmth of his body so close makes a shiver run through his skin. The environment seems to vibrate with the proximity, every detail becoming sharper.

You greet, the voice calm and familiar, as if nothing was happening. You cross your legs slowly, allowing the skirt to rise a little more, leaving your thighs on display.

Blaise responds with a stuffy "hi", but you notice the tension in your body. His gaze deviates from his eyes to his thighs scattered on the seat, quickly returning to his face as if he didn't want to be caught looking.

While the conversation flows between the friends who enter the cabin, you remain calm, apparently oblivious to the effect you are causing on him. Draco, Theodore and Lorenzo talk about the holidays, laughing and exchanging stories, but Blaise seems distant, the look getting lost in you at every opportunity.

Pansy sat in front of you, watching everything with a malicious smile. She realizes the impact of your strategy and gives you a slight nod of approval. You keep the conversation casual, playing with friends and smiling, as if you didn't notice the way Blaise struggles to concentrate.

He adjusts his posture several times, clearly uncomfortable, trying to focus on others, but his eyes betray the attention that is on you.

When you lean slightly to pick up a candy from Draco, which was at the tip of the front accents, Blaise almost loses his composure. Your eyes follow the movement of your waist, and you notice at a glance the swallowing of him dry.

You pretend not to notice, keeping your expression carefree. Inside, he feels a mixture of triumph and anxiety, waiting for the moment when he will finally give in and take the initiative to solve the situation between you.

With every laugh shared with friends, the tension seems to increase, creating a silent game between you and Blaise. He knows that you are there, more present than ever, and you feel that, soon, he will no longer be able to resist.

During part of the trip, you leaned your head on his shoulder and fell asleep, your fingers delicately intertwined around his arm. The familiarity of this gesture brought a silent relief to his heart. Despite the stubbornness and silence between you, you knew that he still loved you and took care of you when necessary.

Feeling the soft heat of his body against his, Blaise looked down, watching his legs slowly relax in his sleep. Worried that relaxation could expose more than necessary, he took his coat and carefully covered his legs, adjusting it to ensure that you were comfortable and preserved.

He couldn't help but appreciate the proximity, the feeling of his body resting on his. Every beat of his heart seemed to echo in the silence of the cabin. The torture of not having seen you for so long consumed him, and now, with you there, wearing the shortest skirt possible, as if everything was perfectly fine.

Blaise observed his calm face, the features softened by sleep. He allowed himself a moment of vulnerability, studying every detail, from the eyelashes that rested on his cheeks to the slight movement of his breathing.

The arrival at Hogwarts was marked by the familiar buzz of students getting off the train and heading to the castle. The night was cool, and the moon shone brightly, illuminating the way to the carriages pulled by testralliums. Blaise and you went down together, but the tension between you was still palpable. You, however, kept happy, talking excitedly with Pansy and the other friends.

Upon entering the Main Hall, the environment was illuminated by thousands of floating candles, and the long tables were already full of hungry students. They sat at Slytherin's table, you on one side, Blaise on the other, and the friends around. Dinner started with the sound of laughter and conversations echoing through the hall.

While you laughed and talked to Pansy and Draco, Blaise seemed quieter, focused on his plate. He looked at you from time to time, a mixture of frustration and fascination in his eyes. Every laugh of his seemed like a reminder of how much he missed you, and the tension he carried bothered him more every minute.

You, on the other hand, were completely at ease, smiling and having fun. The presence of your friends, the familiarity of Hogwarts and the proximity of Blaise, even if tense, gave you a sense of comfort.

In a moment, while you laughed at a joke Pansy told, she leaned over to you and whispered excitedly:

- I said it would work. - she said, her eyes shining with satisfaction.

You glanced at Blaise, who looked away quickly, trying to disguise it. A malicious smile appeared on your lips, and you went back to talking to Pansy, satisfied with the progress.

- He's still not apologizing for things he didn't do. - You mock and Pansy laughs discreetly, approaching you again and whispering.

- That's just a matter of time, believe me!

The dinner continued, and although Blaise was still tense, you knew it was only a matter of time until he finally broke the silence. You felt that, little by little, pride and stubbornness were giving way, and the inevitable proximity of Hogwarts would do the rest.

[...]

In the days that followed, Blaise thanked Merlin for not wearing those short skirts that made him lose his mind so much. Of course, your beauty always caught his attention, but it was easier to ignore when you wore ordinary clothes. However, he underestimated his determination.

You realized that it seemed perfectly calibrated with the persistent distance between you, that instability you caused on the train had already dissipated. This required a new attack on your part. Blaise talked to you only when necessary, and, well, you were partners in most classes, which made the teachers put you together in most schoolwork. You decided that you would use this to your advantage, ready to make him beg for you.

In the Potions class, you approached him with a provocative smile, sitting next to him and letting his soft and sweet perfume invade the space between you. When preparing the ingredients, you leaned a little more than necessary, while your hands moved gracefully over the materials.

During class, you made a point of "accidentally" letting your knee touch his under the table. Every little physical contact made your heart accelerate, and you saw the internal struggle in your eyes, trying to maintain your composure.

- Is it okay if we do this lesson in my dorm? - You ask with a calculated innocence.

Blaise's dark eyes finally meet hers, a mixed expression of frustration and understanding crossing her face. He knew exactly what you were doing, and the tension between you was palpable.

- Why don't we do it in the library? - He suggests, trying to maintain a neutral tone.

You tilt your head slightly, an innocent smile playing on your lips.

- Well, because we're boyfriends. What's the problem with being in a more comfortable place? - You insist, the mischievous look fixed in his eyes.

Blaise hesitates for a moment, the conflict evident in his expression before he finally gave in with a resigned sigh.

- All right, in your dorm then. - He agrees.

The smile you give you is full of satisfaction, knowing that once again you managed to break your defenses. The class continues, but the expectation of what is to come hangs between you, making every second more intense and electrifying.

[...]

The way to his room was a constant battle for Blaise to keep calm. His steps were heavy, and he took a deep breath at every moment, trying to focus on the pride that was still present. The hope of finding Pansy in the room and avoiding more provocations on his part was the only thing that gave him some relief.

When he finally arrived at the door of his bedroom, he hesitated for a moment before turning the handle. When he opened the door, what he found made his heart accelerate instantly. Your dark eyes fixed on you, still in uniform, but with an appearance that provoked an avalanche of emotions.

The shirt was partially unbuttoned, revealing a glimpse of your skin, and the skirt, already a little shorter due to the position you were in, seemed out of place, almost as if you were trying to adjust to your body. You were lying on the bed, with your legs bent and your back resting against the headboard, a relaxed and provocative look on your face.

The scene in front of him was enough to cause a whirlwind inside Blaise. The effort to maintain control and not give in to provocation was visibly challenging. The atmosphere was charged, and the desire he tried to repress seemed almost palpable. He forced himself to enter the room, his face a mixture of frustration and desire, while trying to deal with the impact of the vision in front of him. The way to his room was a constant battle for Blaise to keep calm. His steps were heavy, and he took a deep breath at every moment, trying to focus on the pride that was still present. The hope of finding Pansy in the room and avoiding more provocations on his part was the only thing that gave him some relief.

- Hi, love. - You said with an innocent smile, a mischievous glow in your eyes that made Blaise shudder. - Sit down.

- I thought we were going to do the job. - Blaise replied, trying to keep her voice firm as she approached the bed and left the books on the mattress.

- I'm already doing it. - You wave the book in your hand as you sit on your heels with the intention of getting closer to your boyfriend. - Aren't you going to sit down, dear?

- Y/N, I know exactly what you're doing. - Blaise threw a severe look, trying to maintain seriousness, but his voice would betray his internal struggle.

You pretended not to understand, your smile just increasing.

- What is it, B? - You get too close for him. Your puppy eyes and the nickname that only you could use almost melting it completely. - You seem very tense.

- Don't pretend innocence with me, dear. - Blaise murmured, trying to keep his gaze steady while you ran your hands gently over his back. - I know you very well.

He sat at the end of the bed, as far away as possible, but you didn't hesitate to shorten the distance. The touch of his hands against his back caused him to look away to the side, struggling to pull himself together as his resistance began to give in.

His lips reached his neck, his nails scratching him slightly as they move the collar away to make room for his soft lips.

- I want you so much, love. - Your hot breath hits the skin of his neck in a whisper, making him shiver. - Please...

Blaise's breathing gets heavier, turning her body to you abruptly, grabbing your waist with a certain force and looking deep into your demonic eyes now.

- The things I would do to you if I had simply apologized. - His voice was lower, and his face very close to yours made his heart beat in anxiety.

That would be terrible for you, it was difficult to deny your boyfriend when he was so close to your body after so many weeks, just settling for memories. But he would beg even more if you focused on your initial plan.

Anyway, he started kissing her himself. A warm kiss with a wide longing. His well-known hands finally ran through his body, going directly to his skin below the fabric of his blouse. He smiles during the kiss when he hears a small sigh coming out of his lips in response to the chills he caused you.

Blaise pulled your body to sit on his lap, and so you did. Her legs were placed next to his, while her warmth approached the place where her boyfriend's pants became tighter. His hips moved, crawling over the hardness below you, making him moan muffled during the kiss, while the hands that were on his waist went to his thighs, climbing under his skirt.

- Damn short skirt. - He curses next to your ear while taking light bites on your neck.

You just smile in response, raising his face again to face his beautiful brown eyes even darker by desire. After a few seconds of admiration for her beauty, her lips come together again.

You start to get up, mentioning that you would move away, but Blaise's hands are faster and pull you with all their strength against you again. You smile and break the kiss to whisper.

- Don't you want me to apologize to you? - His provocative look gave him the answer he was looking for, smiling in reaction as he saw you kneel on the floor in front of him at the end of the bed.

His nails scratched him slightly on the fabric of the dress pants he wore, as he climbed his hands to the leather belt around Blaise's hips. He just watched his movements, completely devout and hypnotized, as Pansy assured.

When you finally opened the zipper and button, his hips lifted slightly so that you could pull the fabrics that surrounded you to get where you wanted. After releasing him, his hand went immediately to him, observing with bright eyes the way a transparent liquid was already forming on his tip.

His tongue dragged slowly along his entire length, leaving him more and more agitated and anxious to have you around him. Your eyes never leave his, just to capture the heavy sighs he gave when you put him whole in your mouth at once.

- Shit... - Blaise curses, bringing his eyes to you again, taking a hand to your hair, pushing you against it faster and faster.

Your movements don't waver even for a moment. You know him so well... Well enough to know that he was closer than ever now. The choking on his throat was just more fuel for him.

However, when he was about to pour himself into you, his mouth releases him abruptly. Blaise's confused eyes and face face his body to get up. His face had a victorious smile as he approached him, pecking his lips quickly.

- What? You didn't think I would really apologize, did you? - Your mischievous smile challenged him, leaving the boy in front of you frustrated and angry.

- What... What do I do with it? - He refers to himself.

You simply shrugged with an expression of someone who said "Solve you".

- You should get dressed, love. Pansy will be here soon. - You say as you enter the bathroom, knowing that you left him more possessed than ever.

You just heard him slamming the door of his room with more anger every second. In the hallway, Pansy found him with an unfriendly face, with decided steps as he closed his belt. A low laugh was given by her when she remembered that her plan worked out.

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A/N: Dear friends, I hope you enjoyed it. I didn't find many imagines about Blaise, and I love him too much to leave him out. Anyway, I apologize for any translation errors and I would like to take this opportunity to ask you to send me more requests for imagines and headcanons. Let your mind flow without shame, I'll wait for you in my inbox!!

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Meeting you after the breaking up || Slytherin boys

Summary: Your relationship has come to an end, something that put you deeply down, avoiding everything and everyone as long as you could just to overcome your ex-boyfriend as soon as possible. Time has passed and you really seem to have overcome everything, he, however, believes he has done a great stupidity. Warnings: Just a little sad.

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Blaise Zabini

Everything seemed different now, as if the weight of the pain had finally decreased. When you and Blaise broke up, it seemed that full happiness would never be possible again. After all, his relationship had been the foundation of everything, the center of his life. But time, always relentless and mysterious, brought with it subtle changes, and the wound that once seemed unbearable was now just a scar that you had learned to carry with dignity.

Although your feelings for Blaise have not disappeared, nor have it turned into a grudge, that desperate need for him was no longer part of who you were. The beginning of the breakup was cruel, with the pain throbbing with every memory and the longing seeming unbearable. But, little by little, you learned to navigate through these emotions, until, suddenly, you felt... well.

In the month before the summer holidays, you skillfully avoided each other, almost as if you both knew that the simple act of seeing each other could reopen wounds still in healing. His gaze never found yours, and you kept your distance, building your new world without it.

During the holidays, you rediscovered yourself. He went out with friends, laughed at silly things and realized that life was taking its course. Maybe Blaise was right in the end. Maybe you weren't really made for each other as you imagined. And now, back at Hogwarts, you were there, sure of yourself, without worrying about whether he would notice your presence or not. That kind of thing didn't affect you anymore.

But Blaise couldn't say the same. Seeing you so serene and radiant, without a shadow of sadness, brought you conflicting feelings. Part of him rejoiced to see her move forward, but another part, darker, carried a growing regret. He began to question whether he had made the right choice.

Draco, sitting next to Blaise in class, noticed his friend's lost look, the attention he clearly did not devote to what was being said. Curious, he followed Blaise's gaze until he found him fixed on you, laughing next to his friend.

- Oh, so she's the one occupying your mind? - Draco commented with a provocative smile, seeing Blaise's expression close. - What is it? Are you already sorry? Just wait until the other boys start approaching her...

Malfoy let out a low laugh, but Blaise felt the blood boil just imagining such a scene. The simple idea of someone else approaching you was unbearable.

- Shut up. - Blaise replied between his teeth, unable to disguise the discomfort it caused him.

Draco Malfoy

He knew he was going to see her that night, he was prepared for that. What he didn't expect was to find her so quiet, completely oblivious to her presence at dinner. The vision of you, so serene, messed with him in a way that he was not prepared to admit.

In recent months, Draco had gone through a whirlwind of emotions and, in a moment of impulse, ended your relationship. For you, it was a shock at the time, an unexpected pain that seemed difficult to heal. However, over time, things began to fit together, and you finally reached a point where, although there was still love for him, you would no longer insist on something he himself did not believe he was able to maintain.

So, on that Christmas night, a date that always had a special place in your heart, you appeared next to your parents, radiant as always, radiating a beauty that made it seem that every detail of what you wore had been made exclusively for you.

Your smile illuminated the room, instantly attracting Draco's ocean eyes to you. He couldn't look away, even while you, unrelated to him, greeted other people around him.

- Aren't you going to talk to her? - Narcisa's soft voice, who always had a special affection for you from the beginning of her relationship with Draco, interrupted her thoughts. She noticed her son's fixation on you and decided to intervene with a slight smile and a question that brought him back to reality.

- Oh, yes, of course. At some point in the party, for sure. - Draco replied, a little clumsy, looking away at the glass of champagne in his hands, trying to hide the discomfort that grew inside him.

- Do you miss her? - The mother, always direct when she wanted something, was not intimidated by asking what she knew that was bothering her son. Draco, however, avoided answering, pretending not to hear the question. He knew the answer very well, but admitting to himself was a battle he was not ready to face that night.

Lorenzo Berkshire

The theater was crowded that night, as always happened in the traditional year-end ballet performances, which marked the beginning of the festivities for the most traditional families. The atmosphere was elegant and sophisticated, with the murmur of the conversations being muffled by the soft chords of the orchestra that began to tune its instruments. Lorenzo Berkshire, sitting next to his parents in the cabin reserved for the family, seemed quiet, but inside, a growing restlessness took over him. He knew you would be there, like every year, and no matter how much he had prepared for the inevitable encounter, nothing seemed to relieve the tension he felt.

Months earlier, Lorenzo had ended your relationship. It was a difficult decision, which at the time seemed to be the most rational. But as time passed, the certainty he had began to fall apart, and with every event his family attended, where he knew you would also be, the regret grew.

When the theater lights went out and the curtains opened, Lorenzo finally saw you. You were in a box on the other side of the theater, almost facing him. The distance, even with the twilight that dominated the environment, he noticed every detail: the brightness of the elegant dress you wore, the way your hair was delicately stuck, and the discreet smile that appeared when the music began to fill the environment. He could barely concentrate on the presentation, his eyes constantly deflecting to you, who seemed so close and, at the same time, so inaccessible.

― Will it continue like this all night, Enzo? ― The soft but authority-laden voice of Charlotte, his younger sister, took him out of the trance. She was sitting next to him, and looked at him with a mixture of curiosity and concern.

Lorenzo disguised the discomfort, adjusting in the armchair.

― I don't know what you're talking about, Charlotte.

She let out a slight sigh, crossing her arms and casting a penetrating look at her.

― Of course you know. I saw how you were watching her. You haven't taken your eyes off her since the lights went out.

He looked away, focusing for a moment on the ballerina who performed a grand jeté on stage.

― It's not that simple, Charlotte.

Charlotte, always perceptive, leaned slightly towards her, keeping her tone of voice low so as not to disturb the other viewers.

― Maybe it's not simple, but staying here mulling about it doesn't help at all either. You still like her, Lorenzo, it's obvious. And, from what I see, she also looks different... distant, maybe. Maybe she misses you too?

Lorenzo frowned, feeling a twinge of irritation mixed with the weight of guilt. He knew Charlotte was trying to help, but his words only amplified the confusion inside him.

― Charlotte, you don't understand. There are things that can't be solved so easily.

She watched her brother for a moment, noticing the resistance in her eyes.

― I'm not saying it's easy, Lorenzo. But what if you keep waiting and lose the chance to reconcile? What do you have to lose?

His sister's insistence irritated him, and Lorenzo closed his eyes for a second, trying to control the discomfort that consumed him.

― I already said it's not simple. ― His voice came out firmer, almost sharp, while he kept his eyes fixed on the stage. ― It's not just going there and talking to her.

Charlotte raised her hands in a gesture of surrender, clearly realizing that she had pressed too much. She knew that Lorenzo needed time, but she also knew that he was hiding behind his own stubbornness.

Lorenzo didn't say anything else, he just gave a short nod, turning his attention to the presentation, although his mind was far from there. He knew that Charlotte had touched a sensitive point, and it irritated him more than he was willing to admit. As the ballet continued, he continued to watch you from afar, unable to decide whether or not to try to regain what he had lost, even if the simple idea of taking action made him uncomfortable.

Mattheo Riddle

Your relationship with Mattheo has always been a sensitive topic for you. The constant comings and goings gave the impression that everything could be just a bad phase, something that would eventually be solved. However, there came a time when you decided it was time to put an end to everything. When Mattheo announced that he wanted to finish, you made it clear that, this time, there would be no turn. He, as always, doubted the seriousness of your words, but this time you were determined.

His family, who never approved the relationship, practically celebrated the breakup. For them, Mattheo has always been a problem, and the prejudice for the fact that he is half-blood and does not have the wealth that his family valued only aggravated this vision. They often tried to push her to "good pedigree" boys, something that always irritated Mattheo deeply. Jealousy has always been a constant among you, but after the end, it seemed that this feeling had become even more difficult to deal with. Mattheo's anger at his family's behavior was only the trigger for something that was already worn out.

Months passed, and over time, you finally realized that the relationship with Mattheo was anything but healthy. It was then that you began to consider giving Lorenzo, the boy your mother loved, a chance. Initially, he thought he would be just one more, but to his surprise, Lorenzo was kind, interesting, someone who easily drew laughter from you, even if, deep down, his heart weighed every time he flirted with him.

It was in one of those moments, while you and Lorenzo enjoyed Saturday at Três Vassouras, that Mattheo saw you again, after so long. He was accompanied by Theodore and other friends, unconcernedly entering the scene, until Theodore, upon seeing you, stopped abruptly.

― Maybe we should go somewhere else... ― The boy suggested, almost in a whisper, turning to Mattheo with a worried expression.

― Why would we go? ― Mattheo replied, frowning when he noticed the tension in his friend's voice. ― What's going on, Theo?

Before Theo could make any excuse, Mattheo ignored his warning and advanced, looking around the bar until his eyes finally found you. There you were, laughing carelessly at something that Lorenzo had said, without noticing Mattheo's presence. The smile on his face, so natural and sincere, cut Mattheo like a knife. The shock and fury mixed inside him, feeding an anger that he could barely contain.

Without saying a word, Mattheo turned around, quickly leaving the Three Brooms. His friends followed him, all in silence, while the fury pulsed inside him, ready to explode at any moment. Every step away from the bar was a painful reminder of what he had missed - and that, perhaps, he would never have back.

Theodore Nott

His relationship with Theodore Nott has always been intense, but at the same time, marked by a depth that few understood. He had a peculiar way of showing affection, usually through subtle gestures and contained words, but that for you have always meant the world. However, this intensity also brought with it difficulties, especially the fact that Theo has difficulties in expressing his emotions openly. It was this emotional block that, in the end, wore out the relationship.

When you finished, Theo didn't try to stop you. He simply accepted, with that serenity that has always characterized him, as if he were waiting for it. And maybe it was. You felt a squeeze in your heart when you saw that he wouldn't fight for you, but you knew you needed to move on, even if it meant leaving without looking back.

After the end, you struggled to focus on yourself, to distance yourself from the shadow that the relationship with Theo had left. It was difficult, but little by little, you started to rebuild your world, to smile again, to feel pleasure in the little things. And it was during this process that you started going out with Adrian Pucey, a Slytherin boy known for his charm and skill in Quidditch. He wasn't the kind of person you imagined being, but Adrian managed to make you laugh and forget a little about things, something you didn't know you needed until that moment.

You two started to meet more often, and one day, you met Adrian in the Peacock Patio, one of the most beautiful places in Hogwarts, surrounded by old trees and fragrant flowers. The place, with its quiet and cozy atmosphere, was perfect for a casual encounter, and you sat on one of the benches, talking and laughing, while the light breeze shook the leaves around.

Without you noticing, Theo was passing by, coming back from a study session at the library. When he saw you next to Adrian, the world seemed to stop for a moment. Theo stood still, watching the scene with a dark look. Seeing you with someone else, laughing and looking so comfortable, caused a painful tightness in your chest, something he didn't expect to feel so intensely.

Not far from Theo, Draco Malfoy appeared, immediately noticing his friend's discomfort when following him with his eyes. He let out a heavy sigh, immediately understanding what was happening.

― Do you want to go for a walk? ― Draco suggested, trying to get Theo out of that uncomfortable situation.

― No, I'm fine. ― Theo replied, his voice low and loaded with conflicting emotions. He knew he should move away, that staying there would only do the worst things, but his feet seemed stuck to the ground.

― Look, it's not easy, I know. But staying here will only get worse, Theo. Come on, we can go to the Astronomy Tower or something. ― Draco insisted, his voice was serious, but with a touch of empathy.

Theo hesitated, his eyes still fixed on you. He knew Draco was right, but there was a part of him that couldn't move, as if he were waiting for a signal, anything that gave him a reason to believe that there was a chance for you to look back. But you were completely involved in the conversation with Adrian, the light and carefree laughter filling the air.

― Right. ― He finally gave in, his voice cold and restrained, forcing his feet to move. With one last look in his direction, he turned around, following Draco away from the courtyard, while trying to push to the bottom of his mind the whirlwind of emotions that was consuming him.

While walking, the silence between them was heavy, but Draco did not press. He knew that Theo needed time to process everything, and deep down, he hoped that his friend would find a way to deal with it without destroying himself inside. For Theo, however, the sight of you smiling with another had opened a wound that he was not sure how to heal.

Tom Riddle

The Hogwarts library was a place you've always loved. During the quiet nights, the bookshelves loaded with old books and the smell of aged parchment brought you a sense of peace and security. It was there, under the soft light of the candles, that you spent much of your time, especially after breaking up with Tom Riddle. Diving into the books was a way to forget what you two had been, or perhaps, to remember without the pain that accompanied it.

The relationship with Tom was an enigma that you were never able to solve completely. He was cold and always kept an emotional distance that left you with the feeling that he was never truly present. Still, there were times when you felt that something deeper could exist behind that impenetrable facade. It was this mystery, this insatiable curiosity, that held you to him for so long. But Tom's coldness ended up becoming unbearable, and when the decision to finish was made, he accepted with a calm that hurt more than any argument could have hurt.

Now, in the loneliness of the library, you followed your nightly routine. He leafed over a book, his thoughts wandering between the words and the memories he tried to leave behind. She was so absorbed that she did not notice the tall and slender figure that positioned herself in the shadows, a few meters away.

Tom Riddle has always been an observer, someone who analyzed everything around him with almost frightening precision. He had been there for longer than you imagined, just watching in silence. The dim light of the candles did not fully reach the place where he was, keeping him hidden, but his eyes shone with an unusual intensity as he watched you.

He hadn't come there by chance. In recent months, Tom had returned his thoughts to you more often than he would like to admit. It wasn't longing, he said to himself, but a persistent curiosity. The breakup meant nothing to him the moment it happened, but now, seeing you go on with your life without hesitation, dedicating yourself to studies as if he had never existed, you messed with something inside him that he could not name.

For some time, Tom stood still, his eyes following his every move. He knew he shouldn't care. This kind of attachment was useless, a weakness that he despised in others. Still, there he was, watching you with an intensity that bordered on obsession.

Finally, he decided to get closer, not to talk, but to feel his presence more closely. Every step he tood was silent, calculated, as if he feared that any noise could break the charm of the moment. When he was close enough to see every detail of his concentrated expression, Tom stopped. There was something about you, a serenity, a silent force that he had not noticed before.

You didn't notice your presence until you felt a slight change in the air, a shiver that ran through your spine. Raising your eyes from the book, you felt like you were being watched. And, for a brief moment, his gaze found his, hidden in the shadows. But in the blink of an eye, Tom had moved, disappearing between the shelves without a trace, like a ghost.

Even without seeing it, you felt the familiarity of that presence, and a discomfort that you thought you had overcome returned to your heart. The mystery that Tom represented was still there, no matter how far away you tried to get away. And that night, as he closed the book and left the library, you knew that he was also trying to understand something that, until then, he believed he was incapable of feeling.

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heart like a garden. theodore nott x reader

antheia; goddess of gardens, flowers, swamps, and marshes. lover; a partner in a sexual or romantic relationship outside marriage.

“do you ever think much of... me?”

you heard theo’s sweet laughter fill the previous quiet air, his head turning towards yours, stopping his shuffling movements, “what a silly question.”

you almost felt yourself frown at his answer. it not exactly fulfilling your expectations of an answer, until he lied a hand against your cheek, grazing his thumb up and down against your cheekbone, the sweetest glint in his eyes, “of course i do, love. why wouldn’t i?”

you almost poured to his admiration. a striking smile on his face while he continued to stroke your cheek, as if putting you into a spell with how easily you begun to lean into his hand full of compassion of warmth and tenderness.

“you’re my darling,” it made you melt even more, smiling to his will. you watched him lean away, removing his hand from your face, causing you to frown.

you watched him begin to pick small flowers that surrounded your greatly. the different colorations of peddles blending together full of beauty and mesmerizing softness, appealing more and more as you stared.

he begun to twirl the green stems around his fingers as well as each other, and soon enough they begun to wine together themselves, causing him to pause, his eyes completely mesmerized with the contraction before meeting your own, also slightly captivated.

“sorry,” you mumbled, but he smiled, placing the fully spun flowers, now in the form of a crown on your head.

“damn flower witch,” he shook his own head, making sure the frail yet beautiful flowers looked correctly adjusted on your head. he couldn’t help but smile lightly.

you smiled softly in return before he went back to his full height from straightening out his back. you pressed your lips against his to his surprisal. he thought he could never be so in love with someone until he met you and your pretty face.

it was a rather strange situation involving pomona sprout’s garden. he had watched you for awhile leaned over the large planter with your hands hovering above some of the neglected greens. you watched them grow tremendously, as did he silently and slightly stunned as his head craned back to watch the plants grow till they were taller than both of you combined.

“awfully pretty,” he mumbled causing you to jump, turning your back away from him fast. you tightened your loosened tie instinctively as you stared back at him still rather startled.

“awfully like you,” you had mumbled back, causing him to smile looking down to his nicely shined shoes before back up. “although your quite frightening.”

you both had laughed then.

you adored that moment just as the many other moments the two of you had shared. like the one right then. the pair of you always went on a picnic on nice sunny days where the flower were flourishing with your help. you always put on a nice dress while he wore his usual lazy attire, but you could never complain. you adored him dressed up or not.

the two of you had suddenly fallen, theo rolling to his back while you were on top of him with fits of giggles in between the two of you. your knees pressed against the thin sheet from underneath the two of you when you rolled up.

he reached his hand up to your now straddling body, his fingers grazing across your cheek causing you to smile lightly, “aren’t you darling.”

your cheeks grew red as a rose with his compliments, something he loved.

theo then flipped the two of you over. him now hovered over you with a smile on his face, teasing but gentle. his lips once against met yours as he leaned down, trapping you underneath his body as you became overwhelmed with a good sickish feeling in your stomach.

he always knew how to make you feel good. he made your heart flow with so much love and admiration you never knew you had. you always wanted to feel this way, forever, with theo.

and theo would promise you endlessly that you were his garden that he would love forever.

slater’s note: ignore how cringy that was