#dragonott

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader x Theodore Nott (soulmate triad) Summary: A Hufflepuff with a habit of doodling starts noticing her sketches appearing on two Slytherin boys’ wrists—unfortunately, they’re Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott, who used to make her life miserable.

Word Count: ~2.8k

Warnings: light bullying (past), Slytherin snark, mild language, soulmate trope, tension/awkward dynamics, mentions of blood status prejudice

Author’s Note: i just really wanted messy soulmate magic, so here i am😭 also this is my first fanfiction, so constructive criticism would be appreciated! just be kind!

Draco thinks he might actually lose his mind if another flower shows up.

It’s not even the worst thing that could be happening, he knows that. There are far worse fates than soulmate markings, even inconvenient ones—but still.

Daisies.

Peonies.

Little clusters of them, scattered across his wrist like he’s been pressed into someone’s idea of a spring garden.

It’s ridiculous.

“You can’t seriously be alright with this,” Draco says, staring down at his wrist again like it might change if he looks at it long enough. “We can’t just—walk around like this.”

Theo hums from where he’s sitting across from him, not even looking up. “Like what?”

“Like this,” Draco repeats, turning his wrist slightly. “Covered in flowers.”

That gets Theo’s attention.

He sets his quill down slowly, pushing his sleeve up without being asked.

His wrist looks exactly the same.

Daisies, soft and uneven. A peony just beneath them, fuller, like whoever drew it took a bit more time. The ink sits dark against his skin, fresh enough that it almost looks wet.

Draco’s expression tightens.

It’s always the same.

Same drawings. Same placement. Same timing.

Like whoever’s doing this is… careful about it.

“It’s new,” Theo says quietly.

“I know it’s new.”

“No, I mean just now.” Theo’s brow furrows slightly as he looks at it. “It wasn’t there a minute ago.”

Draco stills.

The faintest trace of that familiar feeling lingers at his wrist—the aftereffect of it happening.

He exhales slowly. “Brilliant.”

Theo glances up at him, something unreadable flickering across his face. “You felt it too.”

“Obviously I felt it.”

A pause settles between them.

It’s not uncomfortable, exactly. Just… full.

They’ve known about the third person for weeks now. Long enough that the initial confusion has worn off, replaced by something quieter. More frustrating.

Because they still don’t know who it is.

“Maybe they just like flowers,” Theo says after a moment.

Draco looks up sharply. “Then they can like flowers somewhere else.”

Theo’s mouth twitches, like he’s trying not to smile. “You’re taking this very personally.”

“It is personal,” Draco says flatly. “It’s on my skin.”

Theo doesn’t argue with that.

Instead, he glances back down at his wrist, his expression softening in a way Draco doesn’t comment on.

“They’re getting better,” Theo says. “The drawings.”

Draco hates that he’s right.

The first ones had been messier. Uncertain. Like whoever was doing it didn’t realise it was happening.

These feel… intentional.

Careful.

Draco looks down again, his gaze catching on one of the petals. It’s not perfect—but it’s close. Like the person drawing it cared just enough to try.

His wrist tingles again, faint and lingering, and he drops his hand.

“I’m not going to the Great Hall like this,” he mutters.

“You are,” Theo says mildly. “Unless you plan on hiding in here for the rest of the day.”

Draco considers it.

Briefly.

You don’t mean to draw them.

You never really do.

It just… happens.

Your quill is already in your hand, your book open in front of you, and your mind drifts for a second too long. The tip presses lightly against your wrist, and before you can stop yourself—

a petal.

Then another.

You pause, frowning slightly at the shape.

It’s a daisy this time. You think. It’s a bit uneven, one side slightly off, but you fix it without really thinking, adding a few softer lines to round it out.

A peony comes next.

That one takes longer.

You don’t rush it, your hand moving slower as you fill it out, layering the petals until it looks… right.

You only realise what you’re doing when you stop.

You pack your things a few minutes later, trying not to think about it too hard.

It doesn’t work.

It never does.

You hear them before you see them.

You always do.

Raised voices carry easily through the corridors, and there’s something about this particular argument that feels familiar enough to make you sigh under your breath.

You really don’t want to get involved.

“…just admit you were wrong—”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Draco Malfoy cuts in, his voice cool and sharp in that way that always seems to make things worse, “was I meant to care?”

You close your eyes for a second.

Of course.

You should keep walking.

You don’t.

You round the corner instead, already rolling your eyes a little, because this is—what, the third time this week?

Harry Potter looks tired more than anything. Ron’s saying something under his breath, Hermione watching both sides like she’s waiting for it to tip too far.

And opposite them—

Draco, looking exactly as put together as ever.

Theo beside him, quieter, but no less present.

You lean back slightly against the wall, not really interested.

It’s the same argument. It always is.

You’re just about to leave when something catches your attention.

Draco lifts his hand slightly as he speaks, the sleeve of his robe shifting back just enough—

And your breath stutters.

Ink.

You don’t mean to stare, but you do.

A daisy.

A peony.

Your stomach drops.

“No,” you whisper, so quietly you’re not even sure you said it out loud.

Theo moves beside him, adjusting his sleeve, and you see it again.

The same flowers.

In the same place.

Your heart starts beating a little too fast.

That’s—

You drew those.

You know you did.

Your fingers curl slightly at your sides, your gaze flicking down to your own wrist like you expect it to still be there.

It isn’t.

It never stays.

When you look back up, Theo is already looking at you.

Not casually.

Not by accident.

Like he’s noticed something too.

Draco follows his gaze a second later, irritation already there—

until it isn’t.

You don’t think before you move.

You step forward slightly, your sleeve slipping back just enough as your hand shifts.

Just enough.

There’s a small pause.

Then a longer one.

The corridor goes quiet in that strange, sudden way it does when something shifts.

Theo’s eyes drop to your wrist.

Then lift back to your face.

“You,” he says softly, like he’s still figuring it out as he says it.

You swallow. “Hi.”

It comes out more awkward than you meant it to.

Draco lets out a short breath, somewhere between disbelief and something else you can’t quite place. “You’ve got to be joking.”

“I was thinking the same thing,” you admit.

Theo takes a step closer.

Careful. Like he doesn’t want to startle you.

“That was you,” he says, nodding faintly toward their wrists. “The flowers.”

You hesitate for half a second.

Then nod.

“Yeah.”

There’s another pause.

Not tense. Just… heavy.

Draco looks down at his wrist again, then back at you. “We’ve been walking around with flowers on our hands for weeks,” he says, like he’s only just processing it.

“I didn’t know it was you,” you say quickly. “Either of you. I just—”

You stop, not sure how to explain something you don’t fully understand yourself.

“I just draw them,” you finish, quieter.

Theo’s expression softens slightly.

Draco looks at you for a long moment.

Then exhales.

“Well,” he says, a little dryly, “that’s inconvenient.”

You let out a small, nervous laugh. “Yeah.”

Behind you, someone shifts.

“Oh,” you say, glancing back briefly. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to—interrupt.”

“You didn’t,” Harry Potter says, though he’s looking between all three of you like he’s trying to catch up.

Draco doesn’t even look at him.

He’s still looking at you.

And there’s something different in it now.

Less sharp.

More… uncertain.

Theo hasn’t looked away once.

And you get the quiet, creeping feeling that whatever this is—

it’s not something you can just walk away from.

awwwwee cuties. imagine lying between both of them every night, their hot bodies pressed closely against yours as they keep you safe n warm with their arms wrapped tightly around you (even though they bicker sometimes)… <33

Theodore Nott as a character isn’t super explored but a lot of my headcanons do also admittedly come from old fics when I was more into main gen stuff.

The extent that we know about his character in canon is that his family has Scandinavian origins since Nott (Nottr) was the goddess of the night in Norse mythology, he’s a pureblood, he had some interest in dark magic and creating his own magical artefacts and that in his adulthood he became a well-known black market salesman for his inventions and even accepted commissions. He was ultimately arrested, and there’s no mention of a wife or any kids so it’s fairly safe to assume he would canonically have none.

As for fanon, I think the interpretation of him being really smart, really into Ancient Runes and Transfiguration, and being a bit of a playboy does make some sense to me. If he’s a successful black market artificer, basically, I think it checks out that he would be really smart and good at those types of subjects (especially since most runes are based on the Old Norse alphabet and he’s got Norse origins). Playboy just feels more like an archetype that he could easily fill while the other Slytherins are more stoic or calculated. Also, since he’s canonically not married, something we know was a big deal based on the reaction to Drastoria’s marriage, it’s probably safe to assume he wasn’t the settle down type.

More specific to my headcanons, considering the idea of him being a playboy artificer, it made sense that he might have at least one older brother to serve as an heir to the family, and continue the pureblood line. I tend to like giving him two older brothers (Achilles and Arnold) and a younger sister (Cassandra). I do remember in an old fanfic, just sort of on the spot, naming his parents Fornax and Ophelia, and it’s just sort of stuck over the years despite me having no real reason for picking these names, other than that Theodore is a Greek name.

I don’t have a specific identity I tend to assign to Theodore, but I do have ships that I like. You asked about Nottpott and Dragonott and … I like Dragonott. Dragonott is really fun to think about. Like Theodore is a somewhat more rebellious pureblood that’s never actually sullied his family name, but tries to get Draco to be a little bit more silly and fun. I like the idea of the two of them dating for a short period of time during their teens before Draco eventually abandons supremacy and marries Astoria. As for Nottpott … I have the tag blocked and if I see a fanfic tagged with it that makes me not want to read it. I don’t really know why I dislike the ship so much, but most of what I’ve seen of it is so fanon heavy that I can’t even enjoy Harry Potter dating Theodore Nott because he’s basically been made into an OC. At least in my experience. So that’s my opinion on that.

As for other Theodore ships, I like Bleodore, Thon and Theville as background ships, I used to really like Terrydore when I was first getting into HP, and I am a fan of Nottgrass, usually with a more negative interpretation of Theodore, where he’s bitter about how it ended with Astoria. Although, I do also think Dragonottgrass is a fun premise.

Years ago I did also come up with a daughter OC, Nora Nott, who was only created to fill a certain role in a fic that I ended up scrapping, but the idea was that Theodore married a muggle who ended up leaving when she found out they were magical, and part of why he turned to black market artificing was to figure out how to get her back or change the past, and that Nora ended up living with Cassandra Nott (the little sister OC from earlier) when he was arrested. She was also a werewolf for the original fic, just because of the way the story was going to turn out, but I was never certain on whether keeping that element for new fics made sense since the plot of that previous script was scrapped and it would make no sense but also she’s my OC and I can do what I want with her.

WARNING: smut, edging, jealousy, rough (at first), daddy kink. (the pictures shown are not meant to be what the reader (or Draco and Theo) looks like, just the vibe of the story!!)

PAIRING: soft!Draco Malfoy x Theodore nott x Fem!reader

Stephen Wiles came up to me giving me a pleasant smile, i gave one back. I had a few classes with him, but he was never really in my attention.

“Hello, what is someone like you doing here?” he asks, i raise an eyebrow.

“excuse me?” i ask, he holds up a hand.

“My apologies, i was just wondering why such a pretty girl like you is at a party alone.” he said, i had no idea why he only just randomly came up to me now.

“Um… i’m here with my boyfriends” i say warily, he gave a weird look.

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“we really do make a good team. don’t we, nott?” draco sneered as he dragged his thumb across his lip, whipping away residual blood.