#(blaise)

Inspired by: Sombr - back to friends Summary: Theo and Y/N hang out for the first time alone since their breakup. Warning: None

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It all started when every single one of their mutual friends mysteriously had other plans that evening.

What was supposed to be a harmless group hangout at the Three Broomsticks had turned into two very uncomfortable exes sitting across from each other, sipping Butterbeer in silence so thick it could’ve been cut with a wand.

Draco and Blaise were the first to bail — off on a double date with some “hot twins” from Ravenclaw, complete with smug winks and zero apologies. Pansy sent Y/N a half-hearted excuse scribbled on a napkin, claiming McGonagall had handed her detention for hexing a few Gryffindor girls. Honestly, no one was surprised. Lorenzo had a Potions essay due last week — Slughorn let it slide because “Lorenzo never forgets these things,” except, apparently, this once. And Mattheo? Well… Mattheo was just being Mattheo. No one really expected him to show up anyway.

And so, by either cruel coincidence or an intentional set-up, Theo and Y/N found themselves alone.

Two exes. Same table. Same Butterbeer. Same miserable silence stretching between them like some cursed enchantment neither of them could break.

For two whole months, they’d managed to avoid this exact situation. Impressive, really, considering they shared a friend group, several classes, and a castle with only so many secret passageways. Through careful maneuvering, subtle schedule swaps, and a few expertly timed disappearances, they had somehow kept just enough space between them.

But not tonight.

Tonight, there was no one to sit between them. No distraction. Just the low hum of conversation around them, the clink of mugs, and the scratch of someone’s quill nearby. Occasionally, their eyes would meet by accident — and both would look away immediately, like it burned.

Y/N stirred her Butterbeer just to keep her hands busy. Theo tapped his fingers against the side of his mug like it might give him something clever to say.

Neither of them spoke. Neither of them left. Neither of them knew how to be this — whatever this was now.

Back to being friends, they’d said.

Right.

Theo cleared his throat. “So… how you been?”

He winced the second the words left his mouth. Brilliant. ‘How you been?’ Really? That’s what he went with — the first thing he’d said to her since the breakup, and he picked something ripped straight from the “polite stranger” handbook.

Y/N looked up, surprised — then gave him a soft smile. That smile. The one he used to know like his own breath. The one he hadn’t seen in too long.

“I’ve been okay,” she said, her voice light, casual — like it didn’t twist something in his chest. “Just been trying to keep Pansy out of trouble… and I’ve been studying with Granger a lot lately.”

“Granger?” Theo blinked, raising a brow.

Of course. He shouldn't have been surprised. Y/N had never really fit the mold — not the way the rest of them did. She was raised with the same kind of old-blood expectations, the same whispered lessons about purity and pride — but none of it ever stuck to her. She had always been too kind. Too curious. Too good for him.

Y/N rolled her eyes, clearly anticipating his reaction. “Yes, Granger. Honestly, is it so hard to believe I actually like her know-it-all personality?”

Theo let out a quiet breath of a laugh, something between fond and exasperated. “I didn’t say I didn’t believe it. Just… didn’t expect it.”

“You never expect much from me,” she said casually, but there was an edge buried in it — soft, like a paper cut.

Theo looked down at his mug.

She was right. And it stung.

It was last December

You were layin'

my chest

And then somehow, he let it slip through his hands. Bit by bit. Argument by argument. Silence by silence. Until one day, she didn’t reach for him anymore. And the worst part? He let her stop.

Theo blinked hard, dragging himself back to the present. Back to the clinking mugs and the flickering candlelight and the girl across from him who used to look at him like he was the center of the whole bloody universe. Now she looked at him like he was a page she'd already turned.

He hated that. Hated how she looked fine. Better, even. Like losing him hadn’t cracked her ribs the way losing her had cracked his.

“I never meant—” Theo started, then immediately shut his mouth. He hadn’t meant to speak. And worse, he had no idea how to end that sentence.

Y/N looked at him, curious. Waiting. But he just shook his head. “Doesn’t matter.”

There was a flicker in her eyes — something unreadable, something that made him wonder if maybe she did crack too, just quietly. Just in ways he hadn’t seen.

“You know,” she said softly, looking down at her Butterbeer. “This is the longest we’ve been in the same room without someone else as a buffer.”

“Yeah,” Theo said, forcing a smile. “How tragic for the rest of the pub.”

She laughed, and it killed him how much he’d missed that sound.

“Do you think they planned this?” she asked, gesturing vaguely to the empty seats their friends were supposed to occupy. “Feels a little... suspicious, doesn’t it?”

“Oh, definitely. Blaise is absolutely the mastermind. Probably bribed Mattheo with firewhisky to stay away,” Theo said. “Draco and he owe me for this, by the way.”

She smiled again, softer this time. “Maybe they thought this would help. You know… ease the tension.”

Theo looked at her — really looked at her — and said nothing for a long moment. Because if he opened his mouth now, he might say something stupid. Like I still love you. Like I don’t want to go back to being friends.

“fuck.” he mumbles under his breath, attempting to hide the fact that he was quite literally falling apart. You couldn’t help the smile that came onto your lips, subtly speeding up your pace. “like this?” You ask gently, causing him to nod immediately. “yeah yeah yeah.”

taking your other hand, you gently play with his balls, tugging them gently. He’d groan, his eyes closed as he tried to hold back his orgasm. “y’look so pretty like this, Matty.” you whisper. Causing the boy to whimper. “Shit.” He stumbles. “I’m gonna cum.” He murmurs, making you grin, giving his balls a gentle squeeze.

he groans softly, bucking his hips up into your hand. he couldn’t bite back the multiple pathetic sounds that left his mouth as he came. hard. making a mess on his stomach and part of the sheets. And there you sat, a silly little smile on you face as you watch mattheo gather himself once more.

The Samurott answered the door, curious. She was shocked to see that somebody had brought her a gift…and honestly, it was perfect. She couldn’t help but beam at the Braixen.

“Is this really for me? Thank you! The flat really needs a good cleaning, but I’ve got no energy left…maybe we should put it to the test?”

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Clean clean clean!!

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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ┊ trope : enemies with tension

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ┊ includes : blaise zabini, tom riddle, mattheo riddle, draco malfoy, theodore nott, lorenzo berkshire