#poll winner

Bonus idea-

It was no mystery to anyone that you hated Theodore Nott as much as he hated you.

"I'm starting to think you're angry because you're severely attracted to her."

Theodore paused for a moment, his fingers resting on the cigarette in his mouth before tsking. "No, that's not it. She's just so egotistical and insufferable like the rest of the lions."

"Right." Mattheo rolled his eyes but decided to give up trying to reason with his friend besides reasoning wasnt exactly in his forte.

Theodore sat there a moment before standing up, he knew exactly where to find you at all times. It was a gift in itself.

Private studying room in the library, he pushed the door open anyways much to your dismay.

"Get the fuck out." You glanced up for a moment but kept your focus on the book infront of you. He shut the door behind him but remained inside the room, taking a seat on the other side of you.

"I have a challenge for you, principessa."

This made you sit straight in your chair and focus on him fully now. "And what would that be?"

"Which of us fucks better."

"Beg for it and I'll consider this proposition."

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.

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You gripped his hair hard and tilted his head so that you could look down at him, his eyes bore into your own. His pupils were blown wide so much so that you barely saw the blue, you laughed. "Look at you, Theodore Nott, groveling at my feet."

His adams apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly. "Let's just see who can do it better before you let your ego inflate your head bigger than what it already is." His tone was mocking but his eyes told a different story. He would be crushed if you walked away, good thing you didn't really want to.

He was attractive.

"You can fuck me if you-"

He wasted no time, not even letting you finish your sentence as he turned you around and slammed you into the wall. His heavy breathing against your ear made your knees weak. "I'll fuck you better than anyone ever has."

"This isn't a competition between others, it's us against each other." You reminded him with a roll of your eyes, he smiled against your neck.

"Us." He muttered, his hands grabbing whatever he could on your body.

You could only feel him growing harder as he did so, subconsciously or not he was rubbing his erection against your ass.

"You have no idea how long I have wanted to put you in your place." His ragged breath was made you close your thighs, was it going too far?

"Put me in my place? Look who's humping me like a dog right now."

Instead of stopping, he kept going. "Can't help the affect you have on me, cara mia - doesn't mean I won't bring you down a peg."

"And if I said - stop, no more. What would you do?"

He stopped at last, his eyes narrowed for a moment. You decided to speak for him. "Be heartbroken, devastated, absolutely crushed? That might be more victory than this."

"You wouldn't," He bit your neck rather roughly causing a gasp of shock to leave your lips. You were sure he drew blood but being too in the mood to care at the moment. "You have this need to prove your better than me, so do it."

You turned your body back around, yanking on his hair to bring him down to your level. A kiss that seemed more like a competition began, his fingers began to undo your clothing as you did the same with him.

Riiippp

You gasped as your skirt was completely ripped off of your body, you stared at him in complete bewilderment. "What the fuck? That was my favorite skirt."

"Whoops." A playful smirk was on his lips as he said that, continuing with destroying what clothing remained on your body. Pushing you back onto the table that previously occupied your books, ones long forgotten.

With no foreplay, he tried to slide himself in but pushed him away. He smirked when you did so, "Too big for you to handle?"

You shrugged. "Not in the slightest, I've had-"

His nails gripped your hips as he slid himself into you, a sharp inhale of air made you shut up. "That hurt!"

"Good, teach you to shut up." He moaned out as his eyes closed from the new found feeling of pleasure. His hips slammed roughly into yours a few times before he found rhythm, you sat on the edge of the table - your nails digging into his back.

"Trying to hurt me?" He whispered, out of breath to really speak.

"No, I'm trying to heal you. Dumb fuck," You sarcastically moaned out. He chuckled but sent a glare down at you regardless.

The main reason was that you wanted to draw blood and hurt him as he had done to you earlier, the other half of you was so overcome with bliss that you had to let it out in another place. His back seemed to be doing the trick, he wasn't going easy with his thrusting. It seemed that each whimper you let out only made him go harder and faster, almost like a man possessed.

Had it not been for the silencing charm, you were certain people would have heard your moans from across the castle.

You had never experience pleasure this good before, you would never admit that to this already egotistical bastard but god was it good. "Fu-fuck, right there." Your eyes rolled back as he kept going holding your hips to only increase the speed of his thrusts.

His own teasing had stopped as his breath was taken over by his own moans, you could have sworn you heard him say I love you alongside them as well.

It didn't take long for you both to reach your climax after that, you felt your eyes closed involuntarily - feeling utterly spent. Not before hearing him chuckle, and feeling arms wrap around your body. Too tired to fight back, you succumb to the fatigue of your body.

Fucking him was the easiest thing that ever came with Theodore Nott. No wonder so many do it with him.

You carefully got out of the bed, peeling yourself from his possessive hold. It was a little weird he had even cuddled up to you afterwards, it made your skin crawl when you think back to it. Thankfully, you heard that he barely spoke to anyone after sleeping with them.

That might be heaven on earth.

And it was just that until notes began to pour in.

None of them were cute or funny. They were utterly insane.

'I saw you laughing with Cormac McLaggen today, if you do it again - I'll kill him.' All Cormac did was tell a funny joke.

'I'll break her neck for talking to you that way.' You had gotten into a fight with a fellow classmate, one that had already been forgiven.

'Why are you trying to sleep with other people when you already had me?' You had not tried to sleep with anyone, you simply had a study buddy that happened to invite you to their dorm.

'Why did you agree to become his partner?'

The note that came after coincided with the previous one that had been sent. 'If he pulls anything, people will be finding his body parts for years to come.'

Next came the ones that weren't exactly threats more so just asking how your evening was after knowing where you had been that said day.

'Your little outfit was cute today, do anything different? Of course you did, you want to look cute for me don't you?' That was one that sent shivers down your spine, what kind of sick joke was this?

These notes were driving you into insanity. This person was watching you constantly, the only clue you had was that you had slept with this person. And another clue just that you knew yourself was that you have only slept with men so far. None of them were capable of writing such things except for Theodore Nott. So, your only theory was the most insufferable bastard who was able to lure you into bed under the assumption that it was a challenge.

Peering over your shoulder did you no good either. He, if it was Nott, was always hidden from the naked eye, but you knew he was still there. You could sense him, the hairs on your body would often stand up when you got that instinctual feeling.

"He's watching me." You told your friends that night, laying in your bed - staring at the ceiling of the room.

"Who?" They already knew who you were talking about.

"Nott."

"I think you need some sleep." Your friends no doubt thought you were delirious, lack of sleep only proving their theory more.

"Why doesn't anyone believe me?"

"He slept with the entire school, you really think he decided to stalk you after doing what he has done with the majority of the population?"

No.

She had a point.

Sighing, you turned over on your bed. Was it all in your head? Surely not.

Maybe it was. Were you the psycho obsessed with him? Merlin, had you been obsessing over him this whole time and using that as a coping mechanism?

You began to think of different scenarios of that being likely, but then who was leaving the notes? You sure as hell were not doing that.

A creepy secret admirer? One that you had previously slept with, at that.

You can't say you've slept with as many people as Theodore has so that can only leave the few people you had slept with. Pin point exactly who was behind all of this. "Let's test this theory out."

If it wasn't Nott, it was one of the others.

"Are you mad? Why would I leave you a note like that?" The first boy you asked was the person you had your first time with, he raised a brow inquisitively. "Are you alright, love?"

"I'm fine." You forced a smile.

Not him.

The others looked at you as if you were crazy, perhaps you were - you believed them all though. They had no reason in doing so, no one really did.

So, all roads led back to the original suspect. Though, did you have the nerve to ask him?

"Is it you?"

Theodore had his arm wrapped around a girl's shoulder, whispering in her ear as she giggled. The both of them eyed you up and down before Theodore cracked a smug smile. "Is what me, principessa?"

"...can we speak alone?"

Theodore looked at the girl. "Do you want me to leave you?" He teased her with a nibble on her ear, she shook her head no with a giggle.

That made you feel sick, you had sex with the biggest whore in Hogwarts. That was a known fact. Rolling your eyes, you huffed in annoyance and crossed your arms. "Alright then, I'll leave you alone-"

Theodore stared at you a moment. "That's it? No fight left in you? Did my dick numb you down?"

"Your dick did no such thing, nott. I am just exhausted from all this nonsense, so good day." You held up your hand as a dismissive wave which only made him stand up much to the dismay of the girl he was previously occupying.

He began to follow you out of the room.

Checkmate.

"Why're you being so-" He started but stopped with a laugh when he saw your smirk. "Ah, you clever girl."

"Tell me, nott. Is this your work?" You handed him the psychotic notes that had been left in various places just for you.

He grabbed them with suspicion. "Sorry, cara mia. Not me, can't say that it doesn't make me a little jealous that someone else likes you in this way."

Yeah, right. Theodore Nott jealous? That was laughable. You puffed out your lower lip. "If not you or any of them, then who could it be?"

"There are many who hate you-"

"This isn't hate, this is full blown obsession! This person is threatening to kill anyone I even accidentally look at, that is-" You groaned loudly and turned on your heel. "Forget it, you're no help."

He smirked as you walked away. Fuck, he was having way too much fun with this. It kept your mind off your studies and off other suitors.

THIS WAS ONE OF THE POLL WINNERS!!

You kicked your boot against the printer and it hummed to life. 

“Wow,” Wanda said as though you were some kind of Jedi sage master. 

The printer sprang into action, lights flashing as it scanned the page. 

You smirked at the machine as you ignored the staff room’s red and pink hearts decorations everywhere. Whoever decided to decorate the low lit lounge obviously was getting laid, unlike you. 

“I love a woman who can manhandle some machinery.”  Professor Harkness dark purple heels clicked as she walked towards you two. You snorted at her but didn’t twist to see her. 

You’d be ashamed to say you’d pictured what she’d wear on valentines day, that you pondered it while driving into work. 

Wanda with her obnoxious reds wasn’t even on your mind, though when she had lacey bra poking out as you poured coffee this morning, you knew there’d be a responde from Agatha. 

“I was just complimenting your work wife, did you teach her how to tickle the printer to work?” Professor Maximoff was always trying to get on the Physics Professor to finally like her, to no avail. 

Professor Harkness always bristled, like today - when you were around Maximoff. 

You weren’t a scientist, or a professor of chemistry, so you wouldn’t make any kind of jokes on what any of that meant. 

But you did have an affinity for the romantics, the poets and all around day drinking yearners. Thanks to being an English Lit Professor yourself, you wouldn’t try and connect Professor Harkness to Darcey, Gatsby, or Heathcliff.

But she’s got the broody misunderstood thing going on, those dark eyebrows, the fact that even though all of the staff referred to you as her work wife, closer to her than anyone before had gotten. You still found that you were desperate to figure out what she was thinking. 

Your face was glowing with the light from the scanner as you copied more paperwork for a quiz - your next class would need it. 

Harkness shared a glance with Maximoff, you could imagine how she eyed her, then her bra, then back to your form. As though she couldn’t be bothered with Wanda’s girly attempt at attention. 

“I didn’t realize your Mr. Robot was in today.” Harkness snippily said, low and uninterested, but you felt her body coming close to the back of yours, closer than normal. 

Closer than a normal professor and professor relatnionship. 

Close enough, she could smell your shampoo, your perfume, maybe even the brown sugar you liked in your coffee. Fuck Agatha Harkness was too good at this, the slight heat of her breath dancing across your neck made your skin break out in goosebumps. 

“I don’t know what you're talking about, I thought you’d be in a better mood since you get to see your wife on valentines day.” Wanda pushed back, but her voice changed just enough that it was clear she’d lost this battle. 

“Your adolescent joking about why our professor is smarter than everyone else in this wing has nothing to do with how the two of us can use a simple machine.” Harkness voice is even, but you recognize her to be molified that she’s gotten under the other professors skin. 

You hold out your hand, effectively stopping them both from amplifying this, and you wiggle your fingers in the air at your work friend. 

“Wanda, I’ll make your copies. You don’t have class until ten, you need fifty I’ll get them to you.” You say effectively, having picked up on the movings of the English department, even parts that don’t change how you do your day. 

Wanda lets out a little sigh, but moves to the metal to go coffee container lifting it to leaf through some pages. 

The silence is uncomfortable as she drops the papers in your hand.

Then gives up on being nice to Professor Harkness for the rest of the month. Maybe in spring she’ll try again.  

“Happy Valentine's Day Dr. Darwin, hope you two figure it out and finally go out on a real date. Half the Biology departments placed their bets you marrying by spring! I said you’d rather a fall wedding seeing as you’re more comfy on a broom stick.” Wanda let’s her tongue make a clicking noise on the inside of her cheek then walks out feeling strong about her last rizz. 

Only you hold back a smile as you already feel as though you can hear the cogs in Agatha’s mind working. But she holds back, surprising you as the tenth page shoots out.

The sliding of the machine mixed with the heavy heaving as it delivers another page doesn’t swallow the noise of the heavy door closing on Wanda’s exit. 

You find it almost a form of flattery that Harkness didn’t deliver the final word, always proving she’s the smartest in the room. 

“You aren’t celebrating?” Harkness asks after a beat, coming around the side of you. 

You try not to think of how this feels like a type of mammal mating. 

Her desire to be closeted in front of a threat, not that Wanda was but the simple fact is that Harkness found her to be. So when she moved out of the room, Harkness could cirule you like some kind of hyena.  

Still you can’t hide your grin at her antics, so you wait, she comes around you, leaning against the wall with it’s cherubs with arrows and bows. 

You don’t linger on the decorations around the gorgeous woman’s head. You’d been crushing on them since your first day at the college. 

You place Wanda’s papers behind your back and shift a little, as though it’ll ease the sexual tension. 

“Do you need the printer Professor Harkness?” You say with enough cheek that it’s flirting. 

Agatha’s gentle leaning in still doesn’t clue you in that she’s liking your banter. 

“I finished the book. Hey, why don’t you ever recommend romantic books, I mean your last reading unit was romantics…it’s February…?” Harkness shrugged a little, but she wasn’t coy. She stood straight, her hair gorgeous, lipstick and eyeliner sharp. 

The image of confidence. 

You arch one eyebrow. 

“Sitting in on my lectures?” Your grin is infectious to the older woman. 

“Maybe.” She admits just as delighted as you are. 

The door opens and a TA comes in with a stack of papers. 

Harkness bends to look around you, you bite your bottom lip and don’t say anything. 

But it’s clear that the dreaded witch of physics has scared away the poor young thing. 

As the door is quickly opened again with the person on their way across the university to find the opposite lounge. It was about a thirty-minute fucking walk, but that’s what the famous glare would do to a person. 

“So?” She asks and you put your palms on the fax machine and lean a little closer. 

“So what?”

“You aren’t celebrating? Going out with some friends or anything?” Professor asks you and you laugh a little. 

Making her confused, your face hurts, you’ve smiled a lot these days. 

“What is it?” Harkness asked, a little anxious now, but you don’t see the cracks in her facade. 

“I know you don’t like Professor Maximoff.” You start a topic you don’t try to work often. 

Agatha’s face instantly changes, with microexpressions mixed with obvious displeasure. She shifts back just a bit, sighing. The Professor doesn’t want to talk about the woman; she wants to talk about you. 

About books you like, about why you don’t text her, about why you two eat lunch together every day, but you won’t take it further. 

Agatha’s never worked this hard, but she’s also never found anyone this intelligent who wasn’t in one of her textbooks. 

“Maximoff hangs out in your office hours often.” She tries to seem unengaged with the statement. 

You gawk at the older woman, who brushes her hair out of her face. 

“You’re going soft,” you says, and now her face snaps to you in offense. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Agatha’s not sure how to take such teasing from you. She shifts in her suit jacket, always so business fashion forward, but there was this way she’d blush that made you wonder what it would be like to see her in nothing but that blush. 

You place Wanda’s papers on the printer and think for a moment, playing this long game of never really saying what you want to. 

“Darwin.” You say simply, but Agatha just seems unyielding, her blue eyest staring into yours, waiting for you. Always waiting for you. 

Professor Harkness doesn’t say anything so you continue. 

“You normally would have brought Wanda down by reminding her of where she went to school. Or how tacky her and her workplace romance with Vision is. You would have called her out for thinking Darkwin was into Physics which he’s not. She could have called you oppenheimer or fuck so many other scientists names who actually study what you teach. Fuck, it’s like physics 101 and there’s a million different people she could have named. You’re dissertation wasn’t even close to biology. I just….” You trail off.. Embarrassed at how many times you’d cursed in front of her. 

Harkness is still waiting. 

She wants you to say it, needs you to say it. 

To connect the dots. 

But you won’t do it, and why she simply cannot tell. 

Harkness was making a rather large fool of herself following you like a puppy. But she’d walk on broken glass at this point for a shot at some real alone time with you. 

Not just sex either, she wanted to know you, really know you. 

But you simply wouldn’t go there, and Agatha thought of all days today would be it. 

You look up at the ceiling and the older professor holds her breath. 

“I don’t get it, I guess.” You say in a self deprecating kind of way. 

While you miss Agatha begging you to stop it, to admit you very much do get it. 

“The reason I don’t like Professor Maximoff..” Agatha starts, trying to not grind her teeth while thinking of how you’d referred to her by first name. And yet she’d been called Professor Harkness only, for months. “I don’t care about her workplace romance-”

You interrupt her with a distrusting scoff. 

“What?” She says again this time more gruff. 

“You look down at workplace romance.” You say strongly, only to see the physics teachers completely shocked. 

Agatha had never considered that was something you were concerned about. 

She tried to figure out a non-confrontational way of saying how pro workplace romance she in fact was. 

“Maximoff-” She starts again frustration seeping into her entire being. 

The door opens again with a TA and a student coming in for god knows what, this time. Agatha hits the side of the printer in anger and doesn’t simply glare at them. 

“Use the one in Bartons office! This ones broken!” She shouts a little too aggressive even for her at this hour. 

You swallow dryly as they flee for their lives. 

Your printer stops printing, you use the uncomfortable moment to open the scanner and put in Wanda’s papers. 

Agatha see’s that she’s running out of time, another window closing on what could be a date. 

She can’t stand the idea that you might be seeing someone else tonight, Maximoff, Vision, or whoever else. 

She needs to break this workplace wife shit, and finally get a god damn date. 

You lick your bottom lip and try to understand what’s got Professor Harkness all worked up. 

She’s running her hands through her hair with too much aggression, not her usual demeanor at the coffee pot. 

“I-” Agatha’s worked for a very long time on the laws of physics. So she doesn’t understand how she’s falling this short of understanding how to get you to eat a meal with her outside of the university. 

“You want me to recommend a different type of book?” You try to supply only to see the gorgeous woman's eye twitch. 

You hadn’t seen her this mad in your direction ever before. So you think of something else to say. 

The day the rumors started about her being your work wife you’d expected this type of upset, but Harkness only responded with a small smile and further jokes that you would have made an amazing physics professor. A higher praise in her book than an ‘I Love You’ really. 

When she failed to make words come out you looked over your shoulder to see valentines cards on the counter. 

“You-” She tried again now resembling the freshmen boys she refused to allow into her advanced classes. You try to figure out what these broken sentences are. 

“I don’t uh-celebrate normally no. I mean I’m single and a book worm at a university. I think a few of the guys put valentines day poems on my desk, which is sweet. But my writing students I told to make a poem and half of them haven’t even finished it yet, but uh- I guess that’s my plans. Grading, tomorrow enjoying the cheap candy. Wanda offered to do this like singles speed dating thing with me. But I think Vision is trying to commit, or is jealous that she was going to date a woman again…anyway-I always wanted to be someones valentine. But I’ll stick with the books I guess.” You say with a sorta dreamy off to the side look. 

“No one, uh dating then?” Harkness isn’t sure if she’s having a stroke, or if her IQ points are actually dropping real time. 

The last page prints for Wanda, giving a soft of fed up heave the printer goes in to low power mode. Making angry beeping noises. 

You smile a little, then think of the rom coms before. 

Try not to look Agatha in the eye, afraid the honesty would weigh you down like rocks. 

“There’s the dream of someone. I don’t know, maybe one day I’ll be someones valentine. For now I’ll just fix the printers and try to teach twenty year olds what yearning really means.” You laugh a little at the absurdity of it. 

“Be mine?” Agatha says it so fast you aren’t sure if she’s just bit her tongue and made an upset noise. 

You lift the scanner giving a confused sort of scrunching in your face. 

“You okay there Prfoessor?” You question, wondering if she’s hurt. 

“Be my valentine?” She says the least romantic thing that she’s envisioned in all the daydreams about asking you out. 

When you further seem confused Agatha thinks of the only language she understands, Physics. Agatha knows about Newtons Law, and god she hopes that the third law that you’ll react to her reaction. 

She reaches out and kisses you, right there, over the clunky printer. 

Your not too shocked to melt into her body though, reaching out and holding her wait to cling on for dear life. 

Agatha tastes of mint and spring, a promise of something new. 

You close your eyes and let her lips guide yours. 

Her lipstick rubbing to be your new favorite color, far better than any shade of candy heart or construction paper hearts. 

A color that the faculty and students would notice going into your class, as it would be on your lips for the first time and your neck. 

Agatha kicks the printer in her hunger for more of you, afraid if you two stopped kissing you’d deny her a chance to ever do it again. 

You smile into her kiss and drop all the papers onto the floor. 

They flutter like feathers around you both and land unceremoniously like petals around a declaration of love. 

You throw your arms around her neck, and both of you push against the wall now. 

You're graced with Agatha’s tongue as she dominates you, but you lean into her, a soft grinding of sorts. As you teach an old professor new tricks, it seems, she moans at the sexual nature. 

Agatha had never been so turned on from a kiss; maybe she’d not studied with the right partner. 

You slow the kiss and you can feel Agatha’s hands go to your jaw, trying to hold onto you for one more second. 

You whisper in her frightful hold against her lipstick-smeared, puffy lips. 

“No more work wife? I get to be your valentine?” You try to joke, but there’s a hopeful way about it, you keep your eyes closed, too. 

Scared that this isn’t happening, that you’d slept past your alarm again. 

“Both, let’s do both,” Agatha says, out of breath, a neediness you’ve never experienced, her eyes open as she studies you. The way your eyelashes curl as you keep yourself tight against her, afraid of what happens next. 

Always waiting for the other shoe to drop. 

“You can open them,” she whispers so sweetly, your heart might break. 

“I don’t want it to be over.” You admit just as quietly back, it’s so tender that Agatha’s hands move to your cheeks, desperate to feel you. 

“If time is relative-” Professor starts and you laugh at her, but she’s not offended this time. 

“I’ve never had a first kiss feel like a promise.” You say back, unable to look at her yet, for her to see how much you want this. 

Agatha steps on a paper, but her hands move to your waist as she holds you close, it’s almost a painful strength. It gives you comfort, like it has to be real to be in this bear hug. 

She’s unsure of where to touch you first, how to convince you of everything. 

“Will you call me a fool if I say the first of many?” Agatha hates that she’s unable to say all of what she means. Reeling for words, angry she chose physics now. Why couldn’t she be a poet like you? Her breath against your lips makes you scared that this all will slip away. 

“Is this because of what they’re saying I mean the jokes the work wife thing or the-”

Agatha’s hands are moving erratically up your spine to your face, rubbing and a pressure of lovers hands that knew you too soon. 

“No, no, no, how could you think that?” Her voice cracks and you swear if someone else walks through this door before this conversation is over you were calling a snowday in Febuary. 

“I don’t want to…I don’t want to be a consolation prize. I mean I can fix your computer and we are able to do so much for the faculty bu-” 

Agatha’s kissing you again and you swear your toes curl from the strength of her. 

Then shes kissing your nose and cheeks and forehead and you can’t not open your eyes to see her smiling back at you, no beaming at you. 

Your lip quivers at the love shinning back at you, warming you through your clothes. Just like cuddling in the morning light. 

Blue eyes shine at you with a declaration better than any hallmark card;

“Be my valentine, be my work wife, be my everything.”