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As someone who is completly in love with theodore nott, can i get some fluff with the fem reader just grabing his face out of the blue and just kissing him all over it and gushing over him?
for sure!!!
Affectionate
pairing: theo nott x fem!reader
warnings: none really, fluff, kisses, SHORT
summary: theo looked especially cute to you, so why not show your love for him?
you were so bored.
potions class had probably drained every last brain cell in your head and with snape yelling at you for knocking a vial onto his robe by accident you needed to just relax.
and you were always most content with theo. he’d been with you all day and you were most grateful since you were sure you would’ve exploded into a million stressed out pieces without him.
and it didn’t help that he’d look exceptionally gorgeous today. he was literally glowing all day, smiling, laughing and it was also cold and dreary so he was wearing a scarf which engulfed half of his face.
“are you trying to build a wall to hide behind?” you joked as theo’s eyes darted up from his book. you were currently sitting in the courtyard, out of the rain but close enough to reach your arms out for the rain.
theo knew you loved rain so he’d made a habit of spending some time with you outside whilst it rained, this time was especially drier than the last time.
“if no one will let us dance in the dorms then we’ll dance out here!” you laughed as theo shook his head, “im not getting wet y/n.” your head tilted to the side as you fake cried, “i see where i stand, guess i’ll just ask enzo. maybe mattheo.” you emphasised as theo was all of a sudden all for dancing with you. “no way in hell.” he shouted as he grabbed you by the waist, twirling the two of you into the rain as you cried out in surprise.
theo was zoned in on the book entirely, his eyes furrowing and focusing at times, trying to understand what was being said. he looked even cuter when studying in your eyes and the urge to smother him was strong, and who were you to fight it?
as you surged forwards, settling on your knees as he looked up at you, “cara mi-” you cut him off as you kissed him, again and again and again.
“okay okay!” he shouted as he let you kiss his face a million times, after a few seconds he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you in.
“my turn.” he smiled as he attacked.
you couldn’t think of anywhere else you’d rather be.
Wrong tie | Mattheo Riddle
summary: y/n noticed a little too late what tie she is wearing.. explains the dirty looks her house gave her
warnings: language, y/n wearing the false tie, flirting, gryffindor!Reader
note: English is not my first language, have fun 🫶🏻
You woke up in a complete haze. You couldn‘t even open your eyes as the sun hit you right in the face through the open curtains.
Damn what time is it? You streched your arms over the other side of the bed and took your alarm clock in your hands. While rubbing your eyes and yawning you took a look at it and shoot up from the bed.
" Fuck fuck fuck!" As fast as you could you got out of bed, seeing that your classes start in 5 minutes.
You had been awake all night long with your boyfriend Mattheo. You sneak in his room at night due to his room alone. Harry borrowed you his invisibility cloak from time to time and every morning before class you would sneek back to your common room.
You put on your clothes and noticed that you don‘t have any books with you but you wouldn‘t get to your class on time if you‘d go back to get them. Then you remembered that you have the first class with your best friends Hermione, Harry and Ron.
You took your cloak and hurried to class, you fold it together and put in your bag. You got into the room, looking at all student, then at your teacher Professor Slughorn. " I‘m sorry Mr. Slughorn, it won‘t happen again." " Oh it‘s alright, dear.. " he looked at you confused for a second. " just sit down and open your books. " he kindly said.
Walking towards the place you shared with your friends you noticed how your house looked at you like you just killed somebody in front of the whole class.
You sat down beside Hermione, who looked at you with wide eyes. Slughorn started the lesson and you whispered " What is it? Do I have something on my face?" She shook her head. " No, uhm.. it‘s more about what‘s under your face." " Huh? "
At the same time some piece of paper landed in front of you. You looked around you and saw Mattheo, smiling devilish at you. You opened the piece of paper and read: " Nice tie baby, let‘s try it on your wrists tonight. - M.R. "
Oh no. You looked down at yourself, eyes wide open as you realised that you took one of your boyfriends tie‘s in a hurry this morning. " Oh my god Hermione, how should I explain this? " " Uhm, you could say that you switched it at the quiddish game in the cabin? "
You turned your head to mattheo seeing him winking at you and biting his lips playfully. Rolling your eyes you still couldn‘t hide your smile.
The things is, beside Mattheo‘s friends and your friends, nobody knew about you two. Both of you wanted to wait a little and just do your thing, without people talking about you all the time. I mean they already did but just because they know you are "friends". Imagine them talking about you If they knew you both were offical dating.
At first Harry was thinking that he used you to come near him and help his father, but he saw the way he looked at you from across the room. Hermione was understanding, even tho she wasn‘t the biggest fan too. But If you‘re happy they are happy. Ron took it badly. He was furious, told you you are a traitor for dating the son of the one who tried to kill them that often, but soon he realised too that you two were madly in love. What did not mean that he wouldn‘t gag sometimes If he heard you kissing in front of them.
A whistle came from the other side of the room. " ey y/n, why don‘t you come sit with us now what you‘re one of us huh?" Draco laughed. You showed him your middle finger and turned back, taking your tie off.
" Damn baby." It slipped right out of Mattheo‘s mouth. Everybody turned around and looked at him. The room went quit and waited for an answer.
" What? Can‘t I think my best friend is hot ? Now turn the fuck back around. " You giggled and shook your head.
What a start for a day.
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Agaaaain hope ya‘ll like it. It‘s a bit shorter this time bit I‘m on a trip right now so I don‘t have that much time. Thank you for readinggg 🫶🏻
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What is your relationship like? || Slytherin boys
Summary: We saw how other people see you in the previous chapter. Here we will see how things really are.
Warnings: A little spicy on some topics, but nothing so explicit.
Requests are open!
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Blaise Zabini
Your relationship with Blaise is really amazing, he is almost the perfect boyfriend;
You've known each other forever, but love only flowed when you got closer in recent years at Hogwarts;
Dating Blaise is knowing that he thinks about marrying you;
He's the kind of boy who plans to have a family with you;
His family has always loved you, and your parents love you as a child;
Of course, he has his flaws. Sometimes he can be a little anxious about the things he wants to do with you;
Never, ever disrespected you in any way;
He would understand if you chose to wait to have any physical intimacy after getting married;
At the beginning of the relationship you were the type who were always together, but over time you were respecting each other's individuality;
He will always be a gentleman with you;
You never had to worry about anything in relation to fidelity, Zabini never left doubts that he loves you more than anything;
He always imposes limits when a girl gets too close. Having colleagues is fine, but it won't get past it;
Blaise is not ashamed that others see how much he loves you;
He is the boy of every girl's dreams, as if he had come out of a romance book.
Draco Malfoy
His problems with Lúcios would certainly splash on you at one time or another;
You would certainly support him in facing his father if necessary;
Draco grew up with you, he has always seen you as a safe haven;
There is no doubt that he loves you, but his insecurity sometimes affects you;
Somewhat possessive when it comes to any Gryffinory;
Although he admires his kindness, he prefers not to exercise his. Something you can't change, but you certainly repudiate;
Narcisa loves you, always praising you and thanking Merlin for her son having found someone so good;
Draco tends to be stubborn, which is sometimes stressful for you;
He would buy you gifts whenever he wanted to apologize;
The fact that he has a slight shame in showing his love for you in public is something that bothers you a little;
Sometimes he exaggerates the jokes in front of his friends, but when you turn back, he stays in a continuous silence until the end of the conversation;
However, he loves to show that you are his when he feels minimally threatened;
You were surprised when you saw that he liked you to guide him during sex;
The golden trio just doesn't like you, even if you didn't do anything to them;
There is no way to blame them, even if you give a sermon on Draco whenever you learn of your insults to others.
Lorenzo Berkshire
Enzo was a sensitive boy, which made him listen to you as much as you needed;
His kindness certainly captivated you;
However, he tends to be too kind to some people in his opinion;
The girls didn't seem to mind flirting with him, it was as if he left them;
He certainly wouldn't betray you, but it was quite easy to put him in some frame like this;
His family didn't like him so much, always very demanding, they wanted someone like Malfoy or Nott;
Too romantic in your mother's opinion;
He was not jealous of anything, or anyone;
We need to tell the truth here, the total absence of jealousy was something you didn't like so much;
He was your best friend;
He certainly wouldn't yell at you, nor would he offend you;
Enzo was not ashamed to shout to the four winds that he loved you;
He has always been completely yours.
Mattheo Riddle
Mattheo approached you little by little. Being the sister of one of his best friends didn't make things easier for him;
Discussions were quite common, almost always resolved in sex;
Jealousy definitely existed on both sides;
A lot of jokes, you would create wrinkles from laughing so much at the silly things he says;
Always protecting you from his family as much as I could;
Your parents are definitely not Mattheo fans, but that just made everything more fun for you;
Mattheo was intelligent, he just didn't try very hard;
You encourage him to do the lessons of the class correctly;
The parties were definitely more fun with him;
The language of his love was certainly a physical touch;
He loved your body, it was as if nothing was more beautiful than you;
Even if other girls risked flirting with him, it was all in vain, Riddle never cared to look at them back;
His love for you was incalculable, completely devout;
If you wanted and were of this kind of person, you could manipulate your boyfriend easily, he believed in you a lot;
Flitting with you was completely out of the question for other boys, Mattheo was aware of that;
He takes care of you when you cross the line with alcohol;
The first time you had sex was in a broom closet, it was definitely not romantic, but it was wonderfully pleasurable;
Quickies were very common.
Theodore Nott
He saw you for the first time when they were still children. You ran away to the Nott Mansion library during a very boring dinner between your families;
They grew up together, he was always in love with you;
Completely devoted to your relationship;
Prefer to spend the nights with you than to go to noisy parties;
When you go to parties, it was always with you by the side. Never alone;
You admire him so much, all the things he did were great;
Theodore used to help you with schoolwork, always very focused on classes;
Not ironically, the first cigarette he smoked was with you in the astronomy tower;
Your families already had everything planned for their future, but you only thought about what it would be like to escape and travel together;
Formal dinners during the holidays suddenly became more interesting;
His mother would certainly be proud of who he became;
Theo's face was almost always expressionless, but with you he was almost always smiling;
The gifts he gave you were always significant;
He was jealous, even if he didn't show so much not to seem too possessive;
He may seem quiet, but make no mistake, the sex was definitely hot;
Nicknames in Italian always melted his heart;
Provocations were quite common, but very discreet.
Tom Riddle
You had more in common than it seemed;
Tom was quite obstinate in what he wanted, he wouldn't let anyone get in his way;
He didn't use to demonstrate in public, that was a fact, but he wasn't a completely cold boy either;
His favorite moments were when he lay down on his body and heard his heart beat at a comforting pace;
His family loved him from the beginning. He knew how to be polite and charismatic when he needed to;
He seemed so respectful of you in front of his parents, they barely knew that you had already been completely corrupted;
Teachers used to keep an eye on you and your interests;
He was the darling of the teachers for his apparently interested and innocent way, but some teachers did not let themselves be fooled by this manipulation, distrusting him and you;
Tom was determined to take you with him wherever he went;
Even if people didn't gossip clearly about you, there were buzz about what it would be like;
What attracted Tom to you was how he saw himself in you;
You weren't as innocent as you seemed to be, and he loved it;
There were only two things he would never give up in life: Power and you.
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A/N: Guys, I'm running out of ideas, please send me ideas for imagines or headcanons. 😭😭
xoxo, bee✨🫶🏼
As someone who is completly in love with theodore nott, can i get some fluff with the fem reader just grabing his face out of the blue and just kissing him all over it and gushing over him?
for sure!!!
Affectionate
pairing: theo nott x fem!reader
warnings: none really, fluff, kisses, SHORT
summary: theo looked especially cute to you, so why not show your love for him?
you were so bored.
potions class had probably drained every last brain cell in your head and with snape yelling at you for knocking a vial onto his robe by accident you needed to just relax.
and you were always most content with theo. he’d been with you all day and you were most grateful since you were sure you would’ve exploded into a million stressed out pieces without him.
and it didn’t help that he’d look exceptionally gorgeous today. he was literally glowing all day, smiling, laughing and it was also cold and dreary so he was wearing a scarf which engulfed half of his face.
“are you trying to build a wall to hide behind?” you joked as theo’s eyes darted up from his book. you were currently sitting in the courtyard, out of the rain but close enough to reach your arms out for the rain.
theo knew you loved rain so he’d made a habit of spending some time with you outside whilst it rained, this time was especially drier than the last time.
“if no one will let us dance in the dorms then we’ll dance out here!” you laughed as theo shook his head, “im not getting wet y/n.” your head tilted to the side as you fake cried, “i see where i stand, guess i’ll just ask enzo. maybe mattheo.” you emphasised as theo was all of a sudden all for dancing with you. “no way in hell.” he shouted as he grabbed you by the waist, twirling the two of you into the rain as you cried out in surprise.
theo was zoned in on the book entirely, his eyes furrowing and focusing at times, trying to understand what was being said. he looked even cuter when studying in your eyes and the urge to smother him was strong, and who were you to fight it?
as you surged forwards, settling on your knees as he looked up at you, “cara mi-” you cut him off as you kissed him, again and again and again.
“okay okay!” he shouted as he let you kiss his face a million times, after a few seconds he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you in.
“my turn.” he smiled as he attacked.
you couldn’t think of anywhere else you’d rather be.
b r e a k u p s o n g s
Includes : Matteo Riddle, Tom Riddle, Draco Malfoy, Lorenzo Berkshire, Theodore Nott
Genre : Angst
Warnings : No use of Y/N, mention of break ups, toxic situations A/N : It feels fairly obvious how sloppy I got toward the end of this but oh well. Let me know if you would like a part two!
Matteo Riddle :
“We go ‘round again
We jump back in bed
That’s what you do when you love somebody
These bad omens
I look right through them
That’s what you do when you love somebody”
A knock jolted her from her sleep. She knew instantly who was at her door. She knew why he was there. She knew she shouldn’t get up, she should go back to sleep. She knew nothing would come from her giving her precious time to him. She also knew she would never be able to sleep without knowing what he wanted to say, even if it broke her tattered heart for the millionth time.
And so, she arose from her bed and padded towards her door. She stood in front of it. Maybe he left. No, he knew her better than that. He knew she could never resist him. And so he knocked again. She opened the door less than a second after.
Matteo Riddle stood outside the threshold, fist raised as though he was going to knock again. They stood staring at each other for what felt like eons, neither daring to speak in fear that it would break whatever trance was keeping her from turning him away.
Their relationship started badly, and it ended badly. They were doomed from the start, cursed into an endless cycle of breaking up and making up. They were toxic, a poison meant to kill a person inside out.
She got tired of the silence, and all she could say was, “what do you want, Matteo?” She saw the surprise in his eyes; he didn’t expect her to be so blunt. But she had to be blunt. She had to keep a barrier between them to keep herself safe from his persuasions.
“Can I come in?” his question made her shake her head.
“Matteo, we can’t keep doing this. We can’t keep breaking up. And you can’t keep coming here.”
A flash of hurt flashed across Matteo’s eyes, “what do you mean, baby? I love you. I’ll change, I promise I’ll do better.”
“No, Matteo. That’s what you say each time and each time I believe you. You’re not ready for a healthy relationship, and that’s fine, but don’t drag me into it. Don’t keep leading me on and giving me hope when you don’t deserve it,” she started tearing up while she spoke, Matteo trying to cut her off.
“That’s not true-
“It is! I can’t keep being led on by you, no matter how much I love you. Let me move on. You should too.” She shut the door on him, simultaneously shutting down any hope the boy might have had of rectifying their relationship from the grave.
Tom Riddle :
“But you have more pieces of me
than the desert has sand
And I have less pieces of you
than I can hold in my hand”
Everybody warned her against dating him. They told her he loved no one but himself, that he would break her and leave her in the dust, and yet, she didn’t listen. She threw herself into the belief that he wasn’t like they said, that she could “fix” him. She wanted to believe he could change, that he could love her.
“Did you think this would last?” he had asked. “I don’t love you, I never had,” he had said. And even with his confirmation, she still held hope.
She still smiled at him when he walked by in the halls, she still sat next to him during breakfast, lunch, dinner. And he still walked by as though she were merely a ghost, still refused to acknowledge her presence when she sat with him.
Her friends constantly told her to face reality, told her what was honest. But, she still told herself what she wanted to hear, even though no one else would.
Their love was misaligned. She wanted him, he wanted nothing to do with her. She loved him, he loved that she hurt for him. She was a passing thought to him, whilst he was every thought of hers.
No matter how she pleaded and begged him, he would always shatter her heart into grains of sand.
Draco Malfoy :
“We fit perfectly like milk and honey
But some things don’t mix like
young love and old money”
“I can’t see you anymore,” those five words shattered her. She saw the castles she'd built with Draco crumbling to her feet, the rubble bruising her in the process.
"Why?" she questioned. She couldn't understand why he, the love of her life, was ending their relationship so abruptly. Everything was going well, they were both happy, so, again, she asked "why?"
"Because," he paused, and she watched as tears pooled in his grey eyes. "Because we can't be together."
"Says who?" she questioned. "Is this because of your parents? Are they making you do this?"
"Yes!" He blurted. He seemed relieved to tell the truth, but the relief was short lived.
"So, you're breaking up with me because your parents ask you to. Because you're not manly enough to stand up to them." Her breaths were coming out short, and she found herself digging her nails into her hands. Draco didn't react, he only stared, watching as she unraveled in front of him. "You talk of Potter, of him being a coward, but you lie to yourself. You're the coward, Dray! At least Harry stands up for the people he loves." Still he said nothing, the only sign of acknowledgement were the tears falling from his eyes. "You want to break up with me? Fine. But don't come crawling back once you realize how big of a mistake you're making."
Lorenzo Berkshire :
"We can't be friends But I'd like to just pretend You cling to your papers and pens Wait until you like me again"
"How was your day?" The question made the girl tear her head away from her Herbology homework and turn towards none other than Lorenzo Berkshire, the boy who broke her heart. She was confused as to why he was sitting here, in the library, with her, when only two weeks ago he was telling her they wanted different things and couldn't be together.
"It was good," she said hesitantly. An uncomfortable silence fell over the two.
"Mine was great. I was walking by the lake and thought I saw a mer-"
"What are you doing, Enzo?" She cut him off.
She watched as his face fell, and said, "what do you mean?"
"I mean, what are you doing? You broke up with me two weeks ago and now you are acting as though nothing happened."
Lorenzo struggled to find words, his excuses flying out the window. He couldn't find the right thing to say, but he couldn't tell the truth. "I just thought we could be friends. I thought that-"
The sound of her book slamming shut shocked him into silence. "You can't do this to me, it's cruel. You know we cannot be friends. You broke my heart, Enzo. Why would you ever think I wanted to be friends with you?"
He knew she was right, which is why he let her walk out of the school's library.
Theodore Nott :
"I'm gonna kiss someone else Say 'it's not about you' Pretend I don't care, my arms aren't around you It hurts just a little, that I won't mention The things I would do just to get your attention"
Pansy watched as her friend danced with some random Ravenclaw boy, her knowing the only reason her friend was even giving him the light of day.
The girl smiled her fake smiles, and pretended as though she was having the time of her life. When, in reality, she was trying to catch the attention of a certain Slytherin. She saw Theodore Nott leaning against a wall out of the corner of her eye. His indifference only made her grind against the Ravenclaw harder. All she wanted was to catch his eye. She wanted him to care.
She turned her head, pressing her lips onto her dance partner's. They kissed for a while, breaking apart for a breath. Her eyes moved themselves to the boy who holds her heart, and her heart broke in his hands as she watched him talk up some Gryffindor girl.
Pansy saw her friend's whole interaction, and rushed to save her. They left the party together, her friend balling next to her. They made it to their dorm, the broken girl falling to the floor in tears. "It's alright," Pansy cooed, "it will be okay."
"No, it's not okay," the girl sobbed. "I just want him to notice. I want him to... I want him to hurt the way I hurt."
Pansy felt bad for her friend, for she knew her best friend would never get the attention of the cold Theodore Nott.
Amortentia - T. Riddle
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Pairing : Tom Riddle x Slytherin! Reader
Warnings : Tom is not Voldy, he’s his son, and this is set during the Golden Trio, so, not very movie accurate
Genre : Fluff, soulmates implied, or, where an unexpected scent comes out of an all-too-famous potion
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The potions classroom was alive with the chatter of students. Everyone was buzzing with the anticipation of their next project. Snape had declared that, on that day, they would be brewing Amortentia. None of the students failed to share their excitement and anticipation for the highly known potion, some even hoping to discover their one true love through its scent.
Y/N, however, had no such expectations. All she wanted was to brew the potion and get the grade.
Cauldrons sat in front of them in pairs, and she expected to be working with the Gryffindor next to her, yet, Snape seemed to have other plans.
“Students, I will be calling off your names in pairs, they will be your partner for the project,” he spoke in his monotone voice. Y/N was stressed; she prayed she wouldn’t get paired off with someone who would potentially hinder her grade.
After reading out the names of half the class, she heard her name being called along with “Tom Riddle.” The classroom fell silent. Her heart stopped. They had interacted here and there and she didn’t care that he was the Dark Lord’s son, but, he was so intimidating that the girl couldn’t help but feel nervous. She watched as he gathered his things and moved into the previously occupied seat next to her.
He gave a curt nod, barely sparing her a glance. She caught a whiff of his cologne, damn, she thought, he even smells good.
After being told to begin, the pair worked silently. They both knew what was required of them for the potion, and both pulled their weight. She was quite happy they weren’t speaking much, not because she didn’t like him, but, because she didn’t want to embarrass herself by saying something stupid.
They added the final ingredients to the cauldron and watched as the liquid turned a bright pink. They waited patiently as Snape walked by and examined their work, giving a small hum of approval. “Twenty points to Slytherin.” She couldn’t help the smile that graced her face, making eye contact with Tom and giving an appreciative nod.
After all the potions were brewed, some faring better than others, came the time to smell the potions. As she leant in, all she could smell was Tom’s cologne. It smelt of parchment and leather, a combination she found to be quite enchanting. She was, however, annoyed of his closeness as she attempted to smell the potion. She looked up quickly, about to ask him to step back, when she saw the empty chair next to her. Tom wasn’t next to her, no, he was standing at least six feet away, speaking with Professor Snape.
She was shocked. It couldn’t be, could it? Why was she smelling none other than Tom Riddle in her Amortentia. As if sensing the topic of her thoughts, Tom’ eyes drifted onto hers, locking her in a trance. He seemed to understand what was happening and the source of her shock, yet seemed entirely unfazed by it.
Her eyes didn’t stray from his as he walked to their shared table and took a whiff of the Amortentia. Again, he seemed completely unfazed by what he smelt, eyes never leaving hers.
Finally, their trance was broken as Snape dismissed the class. Her feet felt as heavy as bricks as she made her way out of the dungeon and towards her friend’s common room, trying to process everything that happened.
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“Oh, come on! We both know what this means!” Y/N was currently sprawled on her best friend Hermione’s bed, listening as she tried convincing the girl that Tom Riddle was her soulmate, according to the Amortentia. As Hermione put it, she was just “in denial.”
“I don’t know, Mione. It was probably my mind playing tricks on me! Plus, he didn’t even mention it nor seem fazed by it. He most likely smelt someone else, or, no one at all.”
A pillow smacked her in the head. “You know that’s not true!”
A groan spilled out of her, “I can’t think about this right now, I’m going for a walk.”
She thought sneaking into the Gryffindor common room and speaking to her most level-headed friend would help ease her thoughts, but she left feeling worse than before.
It’s not that she doesn’t like Tom, it’s that she wonders whether she’s what he wants; will he like her too? Probably not, she thought, Tom Riddle doesn’t like anyone.
“Going somewhere?” A voice she dreaded spoke. Turning around, she came face to face with the subject of her anxieties.
His face was stern, albeit beautiful, and she quickly realized how late past curfew it had gotten.
She stumbled over her words, attempting to find a good excuse yet coming up with none.
His eyes scanned her face as she stared like a deer in headlights. “I’ll walk you back to the dungeons,” he said after a good minute or two of the two gawking at each other, his tone leaving no room for question.
As she turned to walk, she felt his hand ghost over the small of her back, summoning a blush to her face.
“Are we going to talk about it?” He broke the silence.
“About what?” She waited a second before she spoke, although he knew she would know what he meant.
“I smelt your perfume in the potion, you smelt my cologne. We both know what that means.”
She kept quiet for a second, racking her brain for the right words, afraid of making the conversation more awkward than it was already. “Yes, we do. But, is it what you want it to mean?” She waited a beat. “I mean, how do you feel about it?”
“I’ll admit, I am surprised.” She searched his face, worry seeping into her head at his words. “And, although I’m surprised, it doesn’t mean I’m unhappy about it.”
She stopped and turned to face him, “you’re not?”
“No,” he said, his tone sincere, “you’re smart, kind, and beautiful. I must admit, I am glad it’s you.” He turned and kept walking, her feet rushing to catch up to him.
She couldn’t believe it. She knew all the rumors about this boy, people thought him cold and cruel; they judge him because he’s quiet, they don’t know him. Albeit, neither does she, but his words don’t come off as ‘cruel’ or ‘cold.’
“Wait, so, what does this mean?” She asked just as they reached the entrance to the Slytherin common room.
“It means that we have a date this weekend at Hogsmeade. Have a good night, Y/N,” he spoke with a soft smile.
As she walked into the common room, she couldn’t help the smile that graced her face, for the first time feeling grateful for Professor Snape’s class.
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hello! I'd like to request a Tom Riddle oneshot, maybe a part 2 to Amortentia? But if you don't want that, I have an idea where Tom sees y/n as an academic rival but they get partnered yet realize that they enjoy each other's company.I only request that it's a ravenclaw reader hehe and it's up to you to make it more fluffy hehe, advance thank you!!
Potions Class - T. Riddle
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Pairing : Tom Riddle x Ravenclaw! Reader
Warnings : Cursing
Genre : Fluff, or, where Tom and reader are forced to work together after years of rivalry
A/N : I saw this request and got to work immediately! I hope I did your vision justice! And, I am working on Amortentia part two so I will let you know when that’s out <3
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“Y/N, you’re with Riddle for this one.”
Her professor’s words made her heart stop. No, she thought, it can’t be. It’s no secret that Tom Riddle is her biggest rival. The Slytherin has been a thorn on her side ever since first year, the two competing for the highest grades possible.
Of course, if you asked her, she’d say she’s the best of the two, and that Tom Riddle is nothing but a stuck up piece of sh-
“Well, I knew the day would come when we would have to work together at some point.” Tom Riddle’s aggravatingly smooth voice jolted her from her thoughts.
“Yes, I suppose so,” she spoke with reluctance. She watched as the boy sat next to her, and she galked at his nonchalance. “Does this not bother you?”
“Very much so, but nothing I can do about it. Well, other than show you how to correctly brew a potion.” He struck a nerve and he knew it.
“I know how to brew a potion, thank you very much. My excellent grade in this class proves it.”
“Whatever you say, darling.” The nickname brought a heat to her cheeks, her mind overrun with thoughts of how devastatingly irritating Tom Riddle was.
The pair got to work in silence, only speaking when reciting the recipe from memory, or asking for an ingredient from the other. As they worked, Y/N found herself oddly at ease. She had to admit, they worked well together.
As they waited for the cauldron to boil, he broke the silence. “What are your thoughts on the Astronomy project?”
She was surprised at first, but answered honestly. “I thought it easy. Not exactly necessary seeing as it was information we both already knew, but I found it enjoyable.” He huffed out a small laugh at her words, an action which took her completely off-guard.
“Yes, I thought it enjoyable as well. Although, I am quite positive I got a better grade than you,” he spoke with a teasing smirk.
“You did not!” She exclaimed with a laugh.
“Did too. Denial is not a good look on you, dear raven.” Once again, she was surprised at seeing this side of Tom, the two so busy competing and never actually getting to know each other. Yet she was enjoying their easy banter, her affection for him certainly growing as the minutes ticked by.
“Alright, just add the basil and stir, and we should be fine.” He spoke as she did what he instructed. However, they were both startled when the potion began bubbling and overflowing from the cauldron.
“What did you do?” Tom exclaimed.
“I did what you said!”
“No, this clearly is not what I said.” At his words, she turned to stare at him in disbelief. How dare he accuse her of messing up the potion? Yet, as the pair made eye contact, they couldn’t help but burst out into laughter, drawing the attention from their classmates.
“Well,” he spoke after three minutes of uncontrollable laughter, “it seems we have managed to fuck this up royally.”
“It seems we have,” the smile was glued on her face.
“What do you say we get together to study, we clearly need the work.” She paused at his words, searching his eyes to decipher a hidden motive to his offer.
“I’d like that,” she spoke after she couldn’t find one.
“Great.” He began cleaning up their workspace.
“Great,” she whispered back.
Tom Riddle is definitely not what she thought.
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