summary: when getting your mind off your tasks at a slytherin party, another death eater sees you. you find out, you have more in common than you thought. death eater!theo x death eater! reader (cursing, mentions of making out/straddling seamus finnigan 😨, sort of emotional…)
a string of saliva separated the kiss, the warmth of his lips still lingering on yours as you took deep breaths to cool down from the heated kiss.
seamus finnigan sat just under you, his breath heavy and something too familiar stirring in his pants just beneath you.
his cheeks were a bright red, you colored lip gloss leaving a tint on his lips.
the party was packed with a combination of gryffindors, slytherins, and ravenclaws to celebrate the win against hufflepuff in the latest quidditch match.
you, who had a shitty week juggling tasks for the lark lord, poured a good amount of shots down your throat and ended up straddling the half blood in the slytherin common room.
it was the only sense on relief you had, you both couldn’t think straight for completely different reasons.
“I-I have to pee,” seamus spoke, his chest rising and falling at an intense rate.
you simply nodded, rolling off of him and slumping yourself onto the cushion next to the seat he had previously been in.
you watched him walk off, not expecting a return due to the large crowds and packed bathrooms filled with people doing things that weren’t exactly intended to be done anywhere but a bed.
you dusted your dress off, standing up and pulling it down so it just passed your upper thigh.
you stumbled through the crowd, smiling at any recognizable girl you saw as you made your way out of the packed slytherin common room and into an empty outdoor corridor.
your heels clicked against the stone, your dress riding up at you strutted to one of the many openings in the wall. a small sigh escaped your lips, taking in life and how truly miserable you’d forever be.
“what the fuck is wrong with you?” a stern, cold voice broke your silence. it was recognizable — though you couldn’t quite put your finger on exactly who it was. you turned nonchalantly, used to the random insults thrown at you.
fellow death eater, big fucking jerk.
you couldn’t admit he was your least favorite person to walk the earth around anyone — you were only taught to hate muggleborns.
“nott.” you responded coldly, reverted your gaze to the starry night sky as he angrily stormed over to where you were. you didn’t see it, but you could hear his shoes touch the ground every step he took.
“practically fucking a halfblood in the slytherin common room? what the fuck,” his voice was angry, though his face didn’t show a sign of emotion. almost like he was taught to not crack. to not show how he was feeling.
you turned, looking at him. he was now barely five feet away from you, his face still straight and his voice still raised.
“you know what he would do if-“
“i don’t fucking care what he thinks! if he wanted to kill me he would’ve three years ago,” you shouted back, trying to calm yourself down.
his eyes filled with something more than anger.
“you’re stupid as fuck, okay? you’re setting yourself up to fail! haven’t even completed your tasks. pfft, pathetic.” he chuckled lightly, shaking his head.
you stared at him, tears threatening to touch your warm face. you tried to speak, but you couldn’t muster up the words.
he smiled, nodding, “a fucking death eater crying, insane considering who you support.”
his voice was cold, as if he was projecting onto you. this time you found the words, you spoke up.
“i don’t fucking support him!” you shouted, louder than before. your voice was shaky as it echoed through the corridor, escaping through the wall openings.
the look on his face finally cracked, a look of confusion plastered. then, he cracked a small smile as if he’d figured something out.
“did you forget who you are?” he laughed, genuinely laughed at his own joke.
you stammered, searching for an answer without spilling something you’ve kept deep down. buried from every other death eater, buried from everyone.
“you don’t know me,” you shook your head, tears started to spill out the corner of either eye.
he shrugged, “oh but i do.”
you couldn’t contain yourself, you knew you needed to tell someone. tired of being doubted, tired of your hurt being downplayed.
“my parents died for him!” you sobbed out, covering your face to prevent him from seeing the many tears messing up your previously perfect make up.
you knew you wouldn’t be doing this if you weren’t drunk, but you continued.
“all this time,” you stopped, wiping the poor attempt of covering the dark mark on your arm off, and pointing at the exact spot.
“i-i was born with it. my parents died, the died for him. h-him! and instead,” you laughed through the tears, a sarcastic, saddening laugh, “he thought this would be their reward. marking their child, making her apart of his army without even thinking about what she would want! you all are fucking pathetic for supporting someone as stupid and uncaring as him!” you choked out, your tears streaming down your face as snot bubbled in each nostril.
you stumbled back, finally looking him in the eyes.
his face was no longer stern, cold and emotionless.
“and every time my tasks get done, i fucking lie! i don’t-i don’t do them on my own!” you turned to shouting now, tears still rolling down your face and staining your chin.
“and you have no right to complain about who i support like you don’t too!” your voice was filled with anger when you shouted.
for what felt like an hour.
“you aren’t sober,” was the first thing he said to break the silence.
as if it mattered more than the previous argument.
you shook your head, wiping your tears, “thank you for pointing that out nott,” you smiled sarcastically.
he remained silent a little longer, glancing outside before finally speaking again.
“my parents died for him too.”
it felt like the world stopped for a moment.
all this time. the times where he was hard on you to get what you needed to get done, to stop slacking. he was going through the same thing as you, neither of you knew it yet.
“but i wasn’t born with the mark, I kind of wanted it in their honor,” he scratched the back of his neck, “and when draco first joined, felt like i truly had someone there, y’know?”
“yeah, I know.” you looked over at him, tears no longer streaming.
maybe nott wasn’t so bad.
