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Prompt/Summary: Some friendships are based on mutual respect and admiration, while others stem from relentless banter and mischief. This one is a bit of both with a dash of mutual pining.
Pairing: Theodore Nott x slytherin!reader
A/N – I figured since my name claims that I write, it’s about time I started doing that. I do have an AO3 and FFN account where I post fuller fics and one-shots, but I decided to keep short fics like these (especially reader inserts) to tumblr only. You can join my tag list for any notifications of new postings for fics by sending an ask with a ☆ (requests are open for any hp pairing!).
“Salazar’s balls, I’m such a fucking idiot.”
“No arguments here.”
Theo rolls his eyes. He slings his school bag over his shoulder and rakes a hand through his unruly hair. While the motion was probably meant to make his hair fall handsomely over his face, you can’t help but laugh as it only seemed to make it worse.
When everyone files into the classroom and begins unpacking their things as Professor Slughorn drawls on about another one of his charming ex-students, you turn to Theo and arch your eyebrow.
“So, what did you do that caused you to realize you’re such a fucking idiot? Other than look in the mirror this morning,” you add with a smirk. Draco snickers and elbows Theo playfully, who huffs indignantly.
“Wouldn’t you like to know, L/N?”
“It’s less that I actually care what you did and more that I know you want to talk about it.”
Theo is about to respond when Professor Slughorn waddles over to the table where you and your fellow Slytherins are huddled about two cauldrons. You straighten immediately, the brilliant student you are – which is to say you are not a teacher’s pet, not like Granger anyway, just that you happen to understand the advantage of pretending to care about a Professor and their subject when in their presence – and await today’s instructions.
Draco and Theo notice this abrupt change in behavior and stifle laughs in their robes.
For good measure, you kick each of their shins under the table.
“Oh-ho! Why aren’t you all already in your groups? Two and two – Yes – There you go – Ah, no, no. This won’t do. Malfoy, you go with Zabini. Nott, you work with L/N.” He beamed at them once he was satisfied, then waddled over to the Hufflepuff and Gryffindor students. You catch him muttering, “Nott could use all the help he can get, bless him,” and turn back to Theo with a knowing smirk.
However, your smirk immediately fades when you see Theo is already grinning mischievously at you.
“Don’t,” you hiss, “ruin this for us, Nott, I beg of you.”
“Begging already, L/N? Naturally, I assumed I would have had to work a little harder for that, but I suppose n–”
Theo cuts himself off as your wand finds itself just below his belt loop.
“So help me, Nott, if you don’t shut your mouth, I will do it for you.”
You narrow your eyes warningly at him, not daring to move your wand; you both know the threat is relatively empty. After all, you’ve only ever hexed students in other Houses and only when they absolutely deserved it… Allegedly hexed, that is. They couldn’t prove anything.
But Theo doesn’t blink. In fact, his grin deepens slightly.
“Is that a promise?” He finally says.
“Begging already, Nott?” You counter, laughing at him and finally leaning away to focus on the actual project demanding your attention.
–––
The castle was still and quiet. You yawn and rub at your eyes as you trudge through the halls; as deserted as the library had been after curfew, the potions classroom was even emptier. That is, until Nott bound loudly and carelessly into the classroom, throwing his school bag on the floor and falling into the stool beside yours with an exasperated sigh.
When you don’t acknowledge his presence, he dramatically sighs again.
“What?”
“Aren’t you going to ask me why I’m late?” He prompted, reaching out to steal a dandelion root. He retracts his hand after you deliver a well-deserved smack to it, and his brows furrow momentarily before his trademark smirk lightens his expression. “Hello? L/N? Anyone home?”
“Nott, for the love of Merlin–”
“Salazar’s balls, Y/N, who spit in your pumpkin juice?” He backs away, hands raised, then crosses the workbench to hand you the next ingredient required to make the very complicated Dreamless Sleep potion. “You look terrible. Have you slept at all since we’ve been assigned this project?”
A glare suffices to answer the question for you.
Still, Theo doesn’t let up his rambling. He goes on about the woes of sharing a dormitory with Draco for the fact that he constantly mutters about Potter in his sleep when you finally drop your wand beside the cauldron in frustration.
“Y/N! What the fuck?” Theo shouts, eyes widening in alarm. He rushes over to the cauldron and continues stirring it counterclockwise three turns, then clockwise once. “What the hell is going on with you?” He asks once the allotted time for stirring has passed.
While the concoction simmers for thirty minutes before the next ingredient must be added – at precisely 11:58pm on the third Thursday since starting the potion which is why you’re both there in the first place – Theo crosses his arms and fixes you with a stern look.
“What gives, L/N?”
“Nothing,” you groan.
Theo purses his lips, taking in your sudden urge to lay flat out on the cold floor. “Doesn’t look like nothing to me.”
“I’m tired is all. A bit stressed.”
“A bit?”
“Fine,” another groan. “A lot stressed. I need to get full-marks on this assignment, the essay for Arithmancy is due next week and I haven’t even started it, and don’t get me started on Runes or I might kill myself.”
Theo glances briefly at the potion, then settles on the floor beside you, leaning back against the table leg and kicking out his long legs.
“Fucking hell, Y/N, you need to alleviate that stress before you implode. Preferably sooner rather than later, because I have no intention of failing this potions project either, and unfortunately that means I need you.”
“Hold on, can you repeat that last bit? I need to commit it to memory and hold it against you forever.”
“Ha, ha,” he counters, rolling his eyes. “You’re a bloody mess, you know that don’t you? Get your shite together, L/N.”
You huff indignantly, then sit up on your elbows and brush your hair out of your face. “How are you so bloody relaxed? Have you finished your Arithmancy essay or lost sleep because of this ridiculous potion?”
“Not all all,” Theo scoffs. “Then again, I couldn’t be stressed even if I tried. It’s not in my nature. I certainly could never be as wound up as you’ve become. Truly, it’s unsettling.”
“Thank you. That’s so helpful.”
“Come here.”
You blink up at him.
“What?”
“You want me to help you unwind? Come here.”
You narrow your eyes at him, disbelieving the trickster god incarnate himself is not about to abuse your fatigued state for the sake of a perfectly good prank. He purses his lips, then tugs gently at your arm.
“I’m not going to hurt you, Y/N, for fuck’s sake.”
Theo turns you slowly then settles himself behind you. Instinctively you tense as his legs extend on either side of yours; you hold your breath because if you dared to exhale, your spine would rest against his chest, and given your vulnerable position, that was the last thing you wanted.
At least, you muse internally, Theo can’t see the heat rise to your cheeks.
“May I?” He asks. His long fingers hover above your shoulders, and you glance skeptically at them before nodding, not meeting his blue eyes.
His thumb digs into the trapezius muscle peeking out from your robes, and a hiss escapes from between your lips.
“Fuck, L/N. Your knots have knots.” Theo laughs.
Although Theo is suspiciously good at kneading into your very tense muscles, his proximity and the breath from his lips that tickles your ears only serves to make you more tense. Which is odd because you’re usually quite relaxed around Theo; it was why he was one of your best mates. You always felt like you had the upper hand in every interaction, but not here. You are completely at Theo’s mercy, and what was stranger was that this Theo was somehow the same as your Theo and yet, completely different.
You stand up abruptly and brush nonexistent dirt off your robes.
“The potion,” you blurt out, dragging your attention from the flicker of vulnerability in Theo’s eyes to the bubbling violet potion on the counter. You busy yourself with adding the next ingredient at precisely 11:58pm, but the next opportunity you have to sneak a look at Theo, you take it.
The familiar glint returned to his eyes, and his trademark smirk spread lazily across his lips.
Perhaps, you imagined the other Theo – the one who was infallibly gentle and soft.
“I know a few other tricks for unwinding if you’re interested,” he taunts, jutting his chin upwards.
“I’m not one of those girls, Nott. I’m not going to sleep with you to de-stress. Dream on.”
He laughs, packing up his bag and heading for the door with you after storing away the potion for the next evening. “It’s funny how your mind immediately jumped to sleeping with me when I said absolutely nothing of the sort.”
“You alluded to it.”
“Did I?” His eyes dance with mischief in the torchlight as you make your way across the dungeon floor to the common room. “Do you have something you wish to confess, L/N?”
“No,” you snort. “I wouldn’t sleep with you if we were the last two people alive and the human race depended on it.”
Something flashed behind his eyes, but his haughty expression masked it before you could decipher what it might be.
–––
Neither of you talked about what happened that night. Which was perfectly fine because you didn’t spend half the night tossing and turning and wondering what the blood hell even happened.
No – Nothing happened.
Theo was one of your best friends and he was just… helping? It didn’t mean anything. Sure, there was that moment where you could’ve sworn he looked hurt when you stood up and scrambled out of his hold abruptly but – but that couldn’t have been right.
You and Theo were mates.
Bantering and playfully flirting were part of that.
Your internal anxieties over the interaction, however, presented in decidedly obvious external behavior changes that did not go unnoticed.
At breakfast, you bite your lip before taking the last seat available amongst your friends and try, with every fiber in your being, not to brush up against Theo as you slide into the seat.
“Morning,” you say.
“Morning.” Theo replies, just as drily.
For the most part, you believe you pulled it off, just like you have with every forced interaction with Theo since that night. Unfortunately, you would be very wrong.
Because when Theo leans across you to grab the syrup and his shoulder brushes against yours, you yelp loudly and nearly leap into the air.
Theo, likewise, overreacts and drops the syrup jar, causing the glass and sticky substance to splatter across everyone’s plates.
“Alright,” snaps Draco, grimacing at his syrup-coated fingers with disdain before glancing between the two of you. “What the hell is going on with you two? You’ve been acting very strange.”
“Yeah, what the bloody hell happened?” Demands Pansy, flicking her dark bob over her shoulders. “Did you two finally sleep together or something?”
“What?”
“Yes,” remarks Theo, idly teaching for his wand and cleaning up the mess.
“No,” you glare at him before facing the others. “We did not sleep together. Fucking hell, Pans.”
“Well you should,” she replied.
“Can we please stop talking about my two best mates possibly shagging? I’m trying to eat here,” shuddered Draco.
Theo laughed and arched a dark brow at Draco.
“You jealous?”
“For your information, Nott, I get plenty of–”
“Cut it out!” You yell, standing up and preparing to leave. “If either of you think anyone here wants to hear about your sexual prowess then I will gladly inform you that you are mistaken. Grow up.”
As you bend to retrieve your bag from under the bench, you overhear Draco and Theo whisper to one another.
“On a scale of 1 to 10, how mad do you think Y/N is with me because of that comment?”
“Nott, they haven’t invented a number high enough.”
Later that week in Runes, Theo drops silently into the seat beside you. You can feel his eyes on you, but rather than indulge him, you opt to stare blankly at the board. By the time you’ve read thrice all the way through, he clears his throat.
“You’re mad at me, aren’t you?”
“Figured that out all by yourself, did you?” You counter, still choosing not to meet his eye.
Halfway through the lesson, in which Theo remained suspiciously quiet, you sigh exasperatedly and whisper to him between copying translations into your notebook.
“I am mad at you. That was completely uncalled for the other day, when you said–”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“Are you? Or, are you just bored of only having Draco to banter with and play tricks on?” Finally, you sneak a glance at him and catch a bit of color below his sharp cheekbones.
Good, you think.
Let him be humbled. He deserves it.
–––
The common room is alive with nearly every student immersed in some form of entertainment. Draco suggests a round of exploding snaps and is met with plenty of enthusiasm from your friend group.
Theo looks askance at you, and you bury your head further into your book.
For once, it’s not a textbook, and you would rather lose yourself in the fictional world than play a game with Theo.
He plucks your bookmark from the space on the floor between you two and surreptitiously starts to place it on your page.
“Come on, L/N, you’re joining in for a round or two, right?”
“No, I don’t think I will.”
“But it’s your favorite game.” He blinks, then tries for a mischievous smirk. “I’ll make it worth your while. How about we make a wager? If you win–”
“I said no, Nott.”
Draco lets out a low whistle, then begins the game.
You take the bookmark and place it away from his grasp, then resume reading even though you can’t help but feel a little elated that Theo thought of you. When he turns to face the game, you can’t help but notice that his heart doesn’t seem in it anymore and smile to yourself as you flip to the next page.
An hour or so later, you make your way from the common room and down the hall into the potions classroom. It’s quiet, and you take a moment to let the pleasant silence wash over you before retrieving your potion and checking on it one last time.
It was due tomorrow, and although you finished it a few days ago – in an incredibly awkward and tense session with Theo – you can’t help but take another look just to make sure. It had to be perfect.
“I figured I’d find you here.”
Theo stands in the doorway of the classroom; normally, he leans against bannisters and doorways with unfathomed arrogance and cool, but not this time. His shoulders are tense, and his long limbs are rigid.
Slowly, he makes his way over to you, but despite the obvious height difference, he appears small.
“Everything’s perfect I presume? Just as we left it.”
You nod, crossing your arms over your chest.
He sighs, then turns on his heel and takes a hand through his hair.
“Fuck, L/N.” Theo makes a noise somewhere between a cough and a chuckle, then continues. “Everything is weird between us. What went wrong? What happened?”
“What happened?” You repeat, trying not to swoon at the familiar scent of parchment and pine needles that is characteristically Theo; something you don’t want to admit to yourself that you missed the past few weeks, but you did. “What happened, Nott, is that you have intimacy issues.”
“I have intimacy issues?”
“Yes.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me, L/N.”
“Hey,” you start defensively. “You’re the one who made things weird between us with your stupid unwinding technique.”
“I was trying to be nice!” He argues, throwing his hands in the air. “Bloody hell, Y/N, you were so fucking stressed, so I just figured – You know what? That’s not on me. You’re the one who made it weird by pretending it didn’t happen at all afterward.”
“You didn’t talk about it either!”
“Because I could tell that you didn’t want to. Again, I was trying to be nice!” He inhaled sharply, then exhaled slowly. “Listen, I know I said we slept together and that was wrong, but–”
“Oh, really?”
“Oi, I’m trying to apologize here,” he groans. “I feel bad enough about everything without you making it infinitely worse, alright? I deserve it, I know I do, but – just –”
Theo taps his fingers on his thigh, barely containing himself from visibly exploding. You can tell there’s something else he wants to say, so you stay quiet and let him tick, tick, tick like an exploding snap ready to fire.
“I like you, ok?” Theo practically shouts, startling you. He, however, leans into the outburst. Words begin spilling out of his mouth so fast you almost struggle to string them together. He is turbulent water breaking through a dam. “I like you. I think I always liked you, Y/N. I just – We always fight and banter and mess around which is easy and nice. It makes it bearable, I think, to have you so close to me but also so far, but then – then you were in my fucking arms and I couldn’t – I can’t.”
You swallow the lump in your throat, fixated on his widened blue eyes.
“You were in my fucking arms, and then you weren’t.” Theo says, chest heaving. “I didn’t know badly I needed you in my life, like that, until that moment. Then you said that thing about never wanting to be with me even if we were the last two people on the planet and – and again at breakfast.”
He paused momentarily to hold up his hands in surrender.
“I know, fuck, I know I said some things that were uncalled for, but it was a joke. It was a stupid fucking joke because I couldn’t – I still can’t – bear the thought of you thinking of me like that. Like being with me is so unthinkable that you–”
Theo cuts himself off and finally looks away from you to stare at his feet. You take the brief respite to blink back the tears welling in your eyes.
“I hated when we were apart and I’m sorry, really truly sorry, for how I acted. I need you, Y/N. I didn’t know how badly I needed you until you were gone, and I swear I’ll never make that fucking mistake again. Fucking hell, can we please just go back to the way it was before?”
Finally, you take a deep breath and uncross your arms, wiping your slightly sweaty hands on your jumper.
“You want to go back to being friends?” You clarify.
Theo’s head snaps up. “Merlin’s beard, no. I don’t want that at all. I want – Err–”
“You want more?” You ask, and he nods, clenching his jaw as he awaits your response. “I didn’t know you felt that way.”
“Well, I do.”
“Good.”
“Good?”
“Come here.”
“Seriously?”
“Nott, don’t make me say it again–”
But your words are lost in the night as Theo wastes no time taking you back in his arms, causing you to gasp as your feet leave the floor. His nose brushes against yours, and you close your eyes, inhaling the sweet smell of parchment and pine.
“May I?” He asks, lips lingering dangerously close to yours as the words leave his lips. It takes every ounce of strength you have not to make a smartass retort; instead, you close the space between you and him as a way of response.
The kiss is sweet, slow and romantic. It’s everything, and when it ends, you can’t imagine spending another minute of your life not kissing Theodore Nott.
“Why haven’t we been doing this all along?” Theo says.
“We might have if you had simply said something rather than joke and mope like a complete child, Nott.” You counter with a derisive smirk to pair.
His breathy laugh skating across your flushed cheeks; his hands are trailing up and down your spine while your hands are conversely tugging at the hair at the nape of his neck, holding on for dear life.
