In My Head
Theodore Nott x Reader
Reader: She/Her Pronouns, no house mentioned
Warnings: None I don’t think? Please let me know if there is any I should put here. I haven’t proof read this so please kindly point out any grammar or spelling mistakes.
Category: One-Shot, Angst?, Fluff?, Songfic, Unrequited Love, Mutual Pining, No use of y/n
Summary: In which Theodore Nott is the man of your dreams. Literally. Who is his?
No sneak peaks 😋
Request: anon requested
Author’s Note: I wanted to write a few more daydreaming scenes but this felt like the right amount. Hope you enjoy! 😊
Word Count: >2k
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Heartbreak Saturday nights, you are in your bedroom twirling a quill in your hand. You tap it against your notebook. Instead of working on another paragraph of the dream diary Professor Trelawney has assigned, you fantasise about sweet things. Lately both nighttime and daytime dreaming were filled with scenarios of one Theodore Nott…
You were getting ready for the winter ball. Floor length gown sparkling and the colour picked to match Theodore’s tie and pocket square.
You put on every perfume. You make sure you smell like his bedroom when you were in it. It drove him crazy. You danced all evening and he never let goes of your hand. Oh how you wish it could on forever.
You stay in this scene all night…
His touch sends goosebumps all over you as he sways you to the music. Laughing and talking until the moon goes to bed. Not caring about the classes that will be missed that morning.
You sigh. This is all in your head so you continue to write last night’s dreams in your diary. Of course you don’t mention his name in the assignment. After all you were to share this with your class group in which Theodore was in so that you can discuss some interpretations. Your cheeks are red just thinking about what he would say if you mentioned they were about him.
“Darling I was dreaming of you all this time too.” He smiles and you gaze into each others eyes longingly. “Will you be mine?”
“Theodore, I’m yours.”
But this is all in your head.
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The next day was a Hogsmeade visit and you had plans at the three broomsticks with your friends for the evening. The sun was shining so you are wearing a cute frock. You imagine a moment in your pretend relationship timeline before you were his…
You are wearing the dress you wore when you met him and sent him spinning in the great hall during breakfast. He was on a date with another girl but caught up with the group afterwards. He doesn’t compliment you or pay any attention to you at all.
You see him send glances your way and you flirt with his friends. But it's a beggars revenge cause she's with him again. Theodore shakes his head towards the exit to and you try to look away.
He isn’t very patient and pulls you away outside. He leads you to
“Shouldn’t you be with your date?”
“I told her I couldn’t see her again. I want you.” He confesses.
“Theodore, I’m yours.”
But alas this is all in your head.
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The three broomsticks is stirring and brimming with students. A cover band fills the pub with their rendition of Weird Sister’s ‘Blood Sucker’. You find yourself bobbing your head to the music.
Glasses on your table are in need of refills and you offer to buy more. The bartender asks what you want as they reach for some stuff in the cupboard under the counter.
“I’ll have a…” A voice overlaps with yours. “Please can I…”
He apologises. “I didn’t see you there.”
You have the urge to pinch yourself because you can’t believe whose voice you are hearing.
He helps you bring the drinks over to your table and your friends fawn over the fact that your boyfriend is such a gentleman. Theodore has his hand in your thigh throughout the night.
And when it’s time to go home, the snow starts to fall like a fairy take. Your dress’ too nice for a jacket, so you’re freezing. Theodore notices you shiver. He takes off his coat and places it on your shoulders.
He’s walking past to the carriage and leads you inside. You sit next to him and on habit, you lean in on his shoulders as you journey back to the castle.
“Say that you’re mine again.” Theodore kisses your head.
“Theodore, I’m yours.”
But once again this is all in your head.
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The time for lunch is nearly over and you had divination next. It was your favourite subject - well only because you were sat next to your crush. The circumstance was a blessing and a curse. You tend to stumble over your words and not pick yourself back up, and sit in silence the rest of the lesson.
You take your seat and Professor Trelawney instructs you all to share your dreams and talk over possible meanings. Whilst Padma and Parvati gossip about the Yule Ball instead of the assignment across you, you notice that Theodore is squirming in his seat more than usual.
“Is everything okay?” You ask, and you desperately want to reach for his hand as he is so close to touch. He is like a magnet and your fingers draw closer until they are on his. He shifts in his seat slightly cause you to move your hand to your lap. “I’m sorry. You just look a little upset.”
“No it’s okay. I just can’t stop thinking about my dreams.” He grasps his dream journal tightly.
“Why don’t you share and we can unpick it together?” His ears turn a shade of red at your suggestion, but he doesn’t say no.
“There’s this girl. She keeps popping in my dreams. We’re always together in each one.” He fiddles with the corner of the diary cover and when you catch his eye, he quickly looks away. “Sometimes we’re not dating and I get tongue tied about asking her out but mostly we seem happy.”
In the corner of your eye, you see the Patil twins turning their heads towards Theodore.
“This girl must be very important to you. Are you together in real life?” Padma asks as she rests her chin on her arms. Parvati leans in.
‘Please say no’ You plead with your eyes. You feel like half of you is missing but there's no hope. Even if he says no, this girl is literally the girl of his dreams.
“No. I-“
“But you clearly want to be if you’re dreaming about her this much.” States Parvati. Her sister nods in agreement.
He picks at the strands of his quill. “I do but-.”
“You should ask her to the ball!” The girls giggle. “Yes that would be so adorable!”
“But I don’t know if she feels the same way.” A crushing weight is in your chest as you hear him say these words. That is one lucky girl.
“I think she’ll be lucky to be asked out by you.” You hear yourself say aloud.
Theodore’s head sharply looks up to stare at you. His cheeks matches his pink ears.
“You think so?” He smiles. You melt under his gaze.
“What about you? Tell us about what you’ve been dreaming about.” Padma taps your notebook.
“I’ve been having similar dreams I guess.” You mumble.
“Say that again?”
“There’s this one guy who’s been appearing every night.” You glance and take in a view of a frowning Theodore.
“Sounds like you need to fess up to your dream person too.”
And when you don’t elaborate, the sisters go back to their whispers about their gowns and dates. The remaining minutes of the lesson compromised of scribbles and a huffing Theodore.
You want to pour out your emotions. Scream at him, ‘I’m hurting and I’m here. You’re still not looking at me. I’m real and I’m yours for the taking.’
He, however, is occupied with writing and frowning. You conclude that he must be deeply in love with his dream girl so as you look out the window…
At the end of the class, you were the last one out. You had a question for Professor Trewlaney and now you are walking out of the divination classroom.
Theodore stops you at the door frame.
“Walk you to the next class?” He asks and takes your bag off of you.
“Oh thank you.”
There was an uncomfortable silence shared between you. Both of you itching to find out who was in the other’s dream. Theodore calls you to stop and you do.
“Don’t go for him.” The tips of your shoes touch as he steps toward you.
“What do you mean?” You look up. His face merely inches away from yours.
“Forget the guy in your dreams and be with me.”
By his collar, you pull him for a kiss and call him an adorable idiot.
“Theodore, I’m yours.”
“Hey!” A voice snaps you out of your daydreaming.
“Hey Theo.” He smiles at the nickname.
“Walk you to the next class?”
All you could do was nod as your lips seems to be sealed shut.
Unlike your dreaming, the silence was comfortable. It was the air that jolted you ensuring you that this isn’t a dream. Is it?
“Would you meet me at the clock courtyard after dinner?”
Nothing looks or sounds strange. However, this can’t be real. Your lips are still stuck and can’t reply.
Theo stops in his tracks. “It’s okay if you don’t want to. I under-“
“I’ll meet you there.” You turn your head so he doesn’t see your pink cheeks.
Is this all in your head?
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What did Theodore want from you? You frown in front of the mirror. Have your delusions gotten the best of you that you’re meeting him tonight?
You pat the creases of your dress. If you were going to meet him and he was really there then you might as well put on an outfit that you see yourself in every fantasy. You tell yourself that you should know better but you can’t forget how things were in your head and if this was a vivid dream you’ll take what you can get.
And he’s there. The moonlight shining on his form. Theodore stands when he sees you. There isn’t many students around. He stands by the fountains and you sit on the ledge.
Water splashes you slightly making you jump. He immediately takes off his coat and puts it around you. A gentlemen in real life too. You thank him and the pair of you stare upwards to the sky.
“You wore that dress when I first got the chance to talk to properly. It was first year and you were sitting on this spot with your friends.”
You can’t bear to look at him fearing he’ll disappear within seconds.
“The wind was blowing in your hair. I wished I could talk to you the previous night.” He chuckles at the memory. “I actually threw a sickle in this fountain. I read about it in a muggle book once. That day you dropped something out of your bag on the way in and I thanked Merlin for granting my wish.”
Your eyes widen and you start playing with a loose thread on this coat.
“Too bad that was the only time I got the courage to talk to you outside class. I wasn’t sure if you liked me enough to be my friend. You never spoke to me except for classes.”
His gaze burns your face. Hot red.
“But I watched you everyday. You were always away with the fairies, grinning at yourself and laughing when your friends caught you.”
You gather enough courage to look his way. Eyes piercing through you and the arrow hits your heart.
“Listen. I don’t know who this guy is in your dreams but I want you to know you are the one in mine. It’s torture and a pleasure to have you in my head but I want you to know that I want you to be mine in real life.”
You fish out a sickle out of your pocket. One you were going to use incase he didn’t come to your meeting.
“I guess I won’t be needing this.”
Theodore takes it out of your palm and tosses it into the fountain. He cups your cheeks and leans his forehead against yours. You couldn’t wait any longer and you press your lips to his. You feel complete. When you both pull away to check the other still exists, you breathlessly whisper,
“Theodore, I’m yours.”
You hold his hand in yours and for once it’s not in your head.
