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Synopsis: She was Harry Potter’s constant—his secret keeper, his sanctuary, the girl who stitched him together when the war threatened to tear him apart. A quiet Ravenclaw who stood by him when no one else knew how, she never asked for anything… except maybe for him to see her. But as the world began to heal and the noise returned, Harry reached for the girl who burned bright in public—Ginny—and left behind the one who had carried him through the dark. Years later, when fate crosses their paths again, Harry is haunted by what he lost: the girl who loved him in silence, and who walked away with all the parts of him he never knew he gave. A story of almosts, aching regrets, and the kind of love that gets remembered in every timeline—but never chosen in the one that mattered.
They met in the library, first year, when he was looking for a book he didn’t know existed.
You were sitting in a Ravenclaw alcove, quill between your teeth, parchment already half full. You barely looked up when Harry Potter stumbled over the bench across from you.
He looked lost—his hand brushing at dusty spines, brows furrowed like the whole wizarding world sat on them. You didn’t mean to care. But there was something about the way he bit his lip, that almost-frown. You cleared your throat.
“Second shelf to the right. “Hogwarts: A History won’t help you here.”
His eyes met yours. And for a second—just a blink of time—you felt it. The thread. The pull. That thread didn’t fray for years.
You became his safe place.
When the weight of the prophecy pressed into his bones, you were the one who pulled him into empty classrooms and let him breathe. When Ron and Hermione were off saving the world with plans and arguments, you were silence. Steady. A shoulder, a heartbeat, a secret kind of peace. You became his late-night library partner. His confidante. His secret-keeper. His almost.
You fell in love somewhere between fourth and fifth year. Maybe it was the night he snuck into the Ravenclaw common room just to leave a book you’d been searching for. Or maybe it was when he sat beside you in the Astronomy Tower, his shoulder brushing yours, and whispered, “I always feel lighter with you.”
You never asked for more. He never said there “wasn’t” more. But he lingered. And you stayed.
Sixth year, things shifted. Ginny started laughing louder. Her eyes caught his across the Great Hall. She burned like a wildfire. And you? You were the quiet warmth he never noticed was holding him together. He didn’t stop coming to you. Not at first. He kept coming back. Not in grand gestures. Not in ways people would ever notice. But in moments. In late-night wanderings and half-finished essays. In library tables hidden behind shelves and lingering glances during meals. You were the quiet place Harry Potter could come undone.
You learned his silences like languages. When he tapped his quill twice, it meant he was anxious. When he sighed and looked up at the ceiling, he was remembering the war he hadn’t fought yet. When he smiled without showing teeth, he was grateful—but didn’t know how to say it.
You didn’t ask for anything. And maybe that’s what made him stay.
“I don’t know how to breathe in this place sometimes,” he said one night, lying beside you on the Astronomy Tower floor.
“Then don’t,” you murmured, tracing constellations above you. “Just be.” You watched his chest rise, slow and steady.
He turned his head toward you. “You make it feel easy.”
You smiled. “You make it feel heavy.”
And yet you never moved.
Not even when his fingers brushed yours.
Not even when he kissed you.
He kissed you like he was drowning. And you kissed back like you didn’t care if you drowned too. You didn’t define it. Neither of you dared. But you had him—in the ways no one else did.
You held him through nightmares. You bandaged his bruises after Quidditch. You passed him calming draughts under the table during class when he started trembling. You sat with him in silence for hours.
He never introduced you to anyone. He never called you his. But he always came back.
Until he didn’t.
Ginny happened like sunlight after years of grey. Bright. Loud. Familiar. People smiled when they saw them together. The Chosen One and the girl who had always loved him.
He didn’t say anything to you. Not until you saw them. Kissing. And then it all shattered
He still sat by you in the library. Still walked you back to the tower. Still held your gaze a second too long. But he started showing up less.
And when you sat beside him one evening in the courtyard, your fingers brushing his on accident, he flinched. You pulled your hand back. Pretended not to notice.
He didn’t explain. And you didn’t ask. But it kept happening.
You’d wait for him outside Potions. He’d walk past you to Ginny.
You’d save a seat for him by the lake. He’d never show.
You became a ghost in his periphery. Always there. Never enough.
It was after the Quidditch final when everything broke.
You found him outside, alone, leaning against a pillar. The castle buzzed with celebration—Gryffindor had won. But his eyes were somewhere else.
“I saw you with her,” you said quietly. He turned. “What?”
“You kissed her. In the common room.” His throat bobbed. “You were there?”
You laughed, bitter. “I don’t think it matters, Harry. Everyone was.” He looked at you then—not confused, not oblivious—but like someone who had finally been caught.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he said. “But you did.” Your voice cracked.
He looked away. “Ginny... she’s—”
“She’s easier,” you said, the words sharper than you meant. “She’s the right choice, right? The one they all expect.”
“It’s not like that—”
“No?” you snapped. “Then what is it like, Harry? Tell me. Because I’ve been here. Every bloody day. Through the war. Through your breakdowns. Through every time you couldn’t breathe, I was the one who “stayed.”
Silence.
“You should’ve told me,” you whispered. “You should’ve chosen.” He stepped forward. “Don’t do this. Please.”
“Too late.” Your eyes stung. “I begged you without ever saying a word. I waited, hoping you’d notice I was breaking. You never looked close enough.” And then, the final wound.
“Do you love her?” you asked.
He hesitated.
And that silence screamed louder than a yes.
You didn’t cry until you reached your dorm. And even then, it wasn’t sobbing. It was the kind of crying that made your throat burn and your lungs ache. The kind that felt like your ribs were breaking open. You stopped going where he might be. You stopped waiting for letters. For explanations. For apologies. Because you realized—he never made you a choice. You were the soft place he fell when the world got hard. But you were never the place he planned to stay. And he never chased you.
Not really.
Not until it was too late.
---
Years passed. You graduated top of your class. Worked in magical archives. Traveled. Lived. But you never returned to Hogwarts. Never wrote him. Never answered when Hermione asked if she could pass along your new address. He married Ginny. Had children. Lived the life people dreamed he would. But every once in a while, he'd see someone with your hair in a crowd. Hear your laugh in the wrong room. Smell your perfume in a bookstore.
And he’d break all over again.
Because Ginny didn’t know how he liked his tea when he couldn’t sleep.
She didn’t know the way he breathed when he was about to cry but refused to.
She didn’t know that, once, he almost told you he loved you.
Almost.
You didn’t go to the wedding. You didn’t send letters. You disappeared from his world like a name wiped from a tombstone.
But Harry? He never stopped looking.
Every time Ginny smiled, he remembered how yours looked first.
Every time she laughed, he remembered the nights you tried to make him forget the war.
And when Ginny argued, or left the room in anger, he saw your silence.
He began writing letters he never sent.
“You made me feel whole, and I chose the girl who made me feel wanted.”
“I thought loud love was the kind that lasted. I didn’t realize soft love was the kind I needed.”
“I still think of you when I hear your favorite song. I still wait for you in empty corridors.”
“Please—just once, look back.”
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One day, years later, he found you again.
You were walking through Diagon Alley, head down, books in hand. He said your name like a prayer. You turned. And for a moment, it was like nothing had changed. Except everything had.
“Hi,” he said, like he hadn’t destroyed you.You nodded. “Harry.”
“You look… well.”
You gave a tight smile. “I am.”
He opened his mouth. Closed it.
“I—I’ve thought about you. A lot,” he finally said.
You tilted your head. “Regret doesn’t change the past, Harry.”
“I know. I just…” He stepped closer. “You knew me. The real me. Before the rest of the world decided who I was supposed to be.”
“And you still left,” you said, voice barely above a whisper.
“I was a coward.”
You looked at him then. Really looked.
There were lines on his face that hadn’t been there before. Sadness in his eyes that hadn’t left.
“I waited for you,” you said quietly. “Even after. I thought maybe… maybe you’d realize. Maybe you’d come back.”“I should have,” he choked. “But you didn’t.”
“I married Ginny,” he said, as if confessing.
“I know.”
“It’s not what you think. I—she’s great. But she’s not—”
“Me,” you finished for him. “She’s not the girl who held you while you broke. Who kept your secrets. Who loved you in silence.”
His eyes brimmed with tears. “I never stopped loving you.”
“But you let me go,” you said. “And now I’m gone.”
“Please…” His voice cracked. “Can I… can we start again?”
You stared at him.
And then, gently, you shook your head.
“I mourned you, Harry,” you whispered. “While you were still mine.”
He reached for your hand.
You stepped back.
And that, more than anything, destroyed him.
“I chose the girl who made me feel safe,” he whispered. “But I lost the girl who made me want to live.”
“You gave him one last look. “You didn’t lose me, Harry. You let me go.”
Then you turned and walked away.
And for the rest of his life, he would remember the sound of your footsteps echoing in that alley. He would remember the look in your eyes. He would remember that he was the one who gave up the love he never thought he deserved. And he would never forgive himself. Not even when the world forgot.
Because you never came back. And he never stopped waiting.
summary: Thinking that maybe if he’d known how beautiful heartbreak could look, he’d have fallen in love with you sooner.
characters: theodore nott x ravenclaw! bsf! reader
warnings: none!
word count: 690
It started with laughter. It always did with you.
You and Theo were sitting on the courtyard steps after Charms, knees knocking, the late October wind carrying the scent of sugar and roasted nuts from the Great Hall. Someone had charmed a table full of toffee squares to keep themselves warm, and of course, you’d insisted Theo grab a few.
He’d been trying so hard not to stare- really, he had- but the way your scarf framed your face, the way you laughed with your whole body… it was unfair. You looked like sunlight bundled up in blue and bronze.
“Stop looking at me like that,” you said through a mouthful of toffee, though there was a teasing lilt in your voice.
“Like what?”
“Like you’re either in pain or about to tell me a secret.”
He smirked, breaking another piece of toffee between his fingers. “Maybe I am.”
And then, because Theo Nott had both terrible reflexes and the world’s worst luck, the piece snapped wrong- and one chunk went flying.
You froze as it landed squarely in your hair.
Theo stared in horror. “No. No, no, no, no-”
“Theo,” you said carefully, reaching up. “Did you just-”
“It slipped!” He scrambled toward you, panic in his voice. “Okay, don’t move, I can-just-”
He reached out to tug it free. The toffee only sank deeper. You winced.
“Ow! You’re making it worse!”
“I’m not! I swear I-okay maybe I am-bloody hell-why does it stick like that?”
You batted his hand away, laughing despite yourself. “You’re an absolute menace.”
He dropped his hands helplessly, shoulders slumping. “I’m so sorry. I’ll… I’ll fix it.”
You gave him that Ravenclaw look- the one that was patient and knowing all at once. “No, you won’t. You’ll make it worse. I’ll handle it.”
Theo watched you head off toward your dorm, guilt gnawing at his chest. He waited for you to come back down for dinner that night, but you didn’t.
And then came the next morning.
He was half-asleep at the Slytherin table when he noticed the ripple of whispers spreading across the Great Hall. Heads turned, hushed voices rising. When he looked up-
He forgot how to breathe.
You stood in the doorway, sunlight spilling over you from the enchanted ceiling. Your hair- once long and soft and always falling in your eyes when you leaned over parchment- was now short. Just brushing your shoulders, tousled, imperfect, and breathtaking.
The toffee incident. She cut it.
You scanned the room, spotted him instantly, and smiled- small, shy, and devastating.
Theo could only stare. His chest felt too tight, his throat dry. You walked toward the Ravenclaw table, the hem of your robes swaying, the soft light catching the uneven ends of your hair like threads of caramel.
You’d actually cut it. For real. Because of him.
He barely heard Blaise mutter, “Merlin, she looks good,” beside him. He didn’t even notice Pansy’s grin when she elbowed him and whispered, “Someone’s lovesick.”
He just sat there, heart pounding.
You turned once before sitting down, meeting his eyes from across the room- a quiet, knowing look, like you were saying, it’s just hair, Theo.
And maybe it was.
But to him, it was so much more.
It was the moment he realized that he didn’t just like you. He adored you. Completely. The kind of love that feels like it’s been living under your skin for years, waiting for a reason to say hello.
When breakfast ended, he caught up to you outside the Hall, breathless and a little lost.
“Hey,” he said softly, hands stuffed in his pockets. “You, um… you cut it.”
You tilted your head, eyes glinting. “Yeah. Had to. It was hopeless.”
He hesitated, then said, voice barely above a whisper, “It looks perfect.”
You smiled- that quiet, easy smile that always undid him. “You say that about everything I do.”
“Only when it’s true,” he murmured.
You laughed, tugging at the end of your scarf before walking ahead- and Theo followed, thinking that maybe if he’d known how beautiful heartbreak could look, he’d have fallen in love with you sooner.
Pairing: Sirius Black x fem!Ravenclaw! reader; mentioned: Sirius x Marlene, Regulus x reader, Lily x James
Summary: Marlene was in love with Sirius. Sirius was in love with you. You were with Regulus, but you'd had a crush on Sirius since first year at Hogwart. Everything went wrong one night.
My babbling: Okay, so this is my first oneshot after a long break. I hope you like it!
Sirius Black's Masterlist~•♤♤♤•~ Main Masterlist
"Why do you want Felix Felicis anyway?" James asks as they rummage through Slughorn's supplies.
The bespectacled man blows the dust off the tiny bottles and holds one under Remus' nose. Moony shakes his head, searching his assigned corner of Slughorn's stash.
"Let's just say I'm going to need a lot of luck soon. And I can't wait six months for Moony to do this potion, because I'll lose my only chance at... doing something." Sirius mutters, searching carefully through the vials and phials for the potion he needed.
"Padfoot… what the hell are you planning?" James asks, stopping his search and raising a suspicious eyebrow at his friend.
"Guys, faster. Slughorn will be back from the dinner any minute." Peter urges them, nervously peering out into the hallway from behind James' invisibility cloak.
"I… I'm going to hit on Y/N with this." Sirius admits under Prongs' persistent gaze, rubbing his neck in embarrassment.
"What? Like Y/N? Like Y/N from Ravenclaw? Like Y/N your brother's girlfriend? Like pureblood Y/N who is soon to be your brother's fiancée through an arranged marriage planned by your psychopathic parents? THAT Y/N?" James asks in complete shock, wide-eyed at his best friend.
"Do you know any other Y/Ns he hasn't shut up about lately?" Moony comments unfazed and hands Sirius the potion he has been so dramatically begging for over a month.
"Thanks, Moony. Yes, that Y/N." Sirius says, hiding the potion in his Gryffindor uniform and leaving Slughorn's storage room as if nothing had happened.
James blinks a few times and places the tray of glass vials on the ground with a clatter. Remus sighs as he picks vials up and puts them back, making sure to leave the storage unit intact, and follows lazily after his friends.
"But Padfoot... that's not how it's done, you... you can't steal your brother's girlfriend! However shitty he is!" James shouts in shock, catching up to Sirius. The black-haired boy sighs, listening to James' scolding, cursing in his thoughts Evans for moralising his Prongs. "This is going to be the drama of the year. What am I saying? DECADE. This is going to be the drama of the decade! She'll curse you, or your brother will, or they both will hex you. Did you even sit down and think about what you are about to do?!"
"No, but Marlene opened my eyes."
"What the hell? And what does Marlene have to do with this?" James asks, surprised, finally catching up with Sirius and standing in front of him, demanding an explanation.
Sirius sighs and shoves his hands in his pockets. He looks around the corridor, and after making sure only Remus, James, and Peter are around him, he takes out a pack of cigarettes and lights one.
"A week ago, Marlene told me she had feelings for me."
"Great. Awesome. Marlene's single, pretty, a Gryffindor like us, and Lily's friends with her... oh shit. Lily's friends with her... please tell me you didn't go and break Marlene's heart." James groans, realising what a row his girlfriend will throw at him if Sirius actually rejected Marlene's feelings.
"Uh… you know, Prongs…" Sirius mutters, taking a deep drag on his cigarette. Remus snorts and pats him on the back, leaning against the wall next to him.
"You are such an idiot... Okay, but that still doesn't make sense. So, please explain to me how exactly you ended up looking for Liquid Luck to win your brother's girlfriend. Oh and Peter take off that cloak, we know damn well Filch only comes patrolling these parts after midnight."
"But it's already after midnight..." Peter mutters from beneath the invisibility cloak.
"Really? Fuck. Okay. Let's go back to our dorm. And you are going to tell us everything there, Pads. Every single detail."
"There's nothing to say." Sirius finishes his cigarette and throws it out the half-open window. "It's just that Marlene made me realise that... that sometimes it's actually better to know right away if you have a chance, rather than stay in this... state I was in when my idiot brother brought her home for Christmas. I... I'm crazy about her, Prongs. And if the only way, besides actually being with her, to forget her is to break what's left of my fucked-up heart, then I guess it's worth a try."
"This is going to be messy, Sirius." James warns him, not supporting his idea one bit.
"I've always liked mess." Sirius shrugs and joins James and Peter under the cloak, leaving only Remus – their prefect and representative part of the Marauders – to walk beside them and supposedly patrol the corridors. "Besides, if she says no, it will only be more motivation for me to run away from my family and never see them again. Because I won't survive becoming her brother-in-law."
"But why do you need Liquid Luck if you want to know her true feelings for you?"
"It's for me… for courage… I figured it would be better than if I devour firewhiskey and drunkenly went to confess my feelings to her." Sirius replies shyly and awkwardly rubs his hand against the back of his neck.
"Wait, was Marlene drunk when she said she loved you?"
"You'd know if you didn't make out with Lily at every break and party, Prongs." Sirius snorts and runs amusedly to their common room to escape the angry James.
"You little…" The bespectacled man rips off his invisibility cloak and follows Sirius.
Remus sighs and grabs the cloak from the floor, hiding underneath it with Peter, giggling as James got caught by Filch.
You were sitting in the Gryffindor common room, revising for your Potions exam with Evans. Although the redhead wasn't a pureblood, she turned out to be quite decent when it came to being Slughorn's class partner.
You and her sat with your books for quite a while, completely oblivious to the Marauders tactically leading several people out of the common room, helping Sirius with his grand plan to confess his feelings to you.
It was only when the clock struck midnight that you and Lily decided to call it a day. Or rather, her very new boyfriend decided it.
"Oh come on, Lils. I'm sure you know everything already. Come to my dorm for a minute," he mumbles against her hair, embracing her from behind.
The redhead snorts, trying to shrug off the boy's arms, but when she glances at her watch, she decides it's not a bad idea after all.
“Okay. But only because I want cuddles.” She replies and gathers her things. “Thank you for today, Y/N. I hope tomorrow goes well.” She nods at you and is pulled away by James.
You sigh, a little envious of her closeness and honesty with her boyfriend, and begin to gather your things, reflecting on your relationship with Regulus.
Reggie and you were... an odd couple. You'd known each other since childhood and been friends for a very long time, and your relationship... you could say it grew out of the need to find a decent pureblood partner. You weren't a real boyfriend and girlfriend, or at least it didn't feel the way it should.
"Hi, Y/N. Do you have a moment?" Sirius asks, entering the common room.
You eye your boyfriend's brother and nod uncertainly, still gathering your things, not quite sure what he could be wanting from you.
Your relationship with Sirius was… fine. That might have been a good word if you didn't actually have a certain crush on him. Sirius was… definitely the kind of guy you don't date or flirt with unless you want a one-night stand.
He wasn't interested in relationships, didn't give a damn what his parents thought, and certainly didn't adhere to your families' pureblood ideology. He was a rebel, and his appearance made that clear.
Black leather jacket, eyeliner, black nails, and a plethora of piercings on his ears (and apparently in other places his clothes hid, if the stories were to be believed). And the latest addition: tattoos. As if he couldn't be any more appealing, every teenage girl's dream come true. Literally, the rebellious boy straight out of every romantic comedy.
And you truly would have been much better off if you had never met the real Sirius, if that slight infatuation with his appearance had ended there, and if you had never seen the true face of the former Black heir behind that mask of his. Because the truth was, Sirius was much more than he let other people see. He was loyal to death, too brave for his own good, wise in the fields of study that interested him, and caring for those he truly considered close to him.
So yes. You fell foolishly for him. The brother of your potential fiancé and husband. Disinherited, without wealth or name, but with a heart so big it compensated for all his flaws.
"Um... yeah, sure. Sorry, I was still thinking about that damn potion exam." You mumble and giggle, trying to hide your embarrassment after staring at him stupidly for a long moment. "How can I help you?"
"I… wanted to talk to you… can I?" He nods at the pillow on the floor next to you.
"Sirius, you don't have to ask my permission for literally everything."
“Um, yeah, sure.” He laughs nervously. You frown, watching him as he rubs his hand against his neck. “So… potions. How are you feeling about tomorrow?”
"Nervous, to be honest. I hope Slughorn doesn't give anything as difficult as last month's test."
"Please, you'll smash it. You always do. Only Snivellus sometimes gets better grades than you, but that's because he has no life, no friends, and keeps his slimy nose buried in books."
"Are you aware that I'm a Ravenclaw and that's literally the definition of us?"
"You're a fun Ravenclaw, an honorary friend of Gryffindor, and that changes everything."
You laugh, shaking your head at him in disbelief. Sirius just shrugs, giving you one of his smirks. You try very hard not to blush and avert your gaze to the fire burning in the fireplace.
“So…” He clears his throat and shifts in his seat as if he can't sit still – which is very possible, considering Sirius is the embodiment of chaos and unbridled energy. “How are things going with my little brother?”
"Oh no, don't tell me you're going to give me one of those break his heart and I'll hunt you and your entire family down to the last generation talks?"
"No, I... no. I'm not close enough to Reggie to do that." He laughs bitterly, trying to lighten the mood, but you can see in his eyes that he's far from amused. Mainly because his eyes, usually lit with mischief, are... strangely semi-present. "I... does he treat you well?"
"Oh… so you want to play the role of MY brother and intimidate him?"
"No! Merlin, this isn't how it was supposed to be… I… I just… I wonder if he's giving you what you deserve?"
"And... what exactly do you mean by that?" You ask, confused, firstly because this is probably the first time in your life you've seen Sirius Black nervous, and secondly because you're not entirely sure where this strange midnight conversation is heading.
"I... you know... does he respect you? Support you? Help you? Is he able to be there for you in both the bad times and the good ones? Does he realise how bloody lucky he is to have you? Like... does he know that you're literally the smartest witch of our age, and I'm not saying that because you're a Ravenclaw and you're a good student. You... you always know what to do, what to say to lift someone's spirits, and you help everyone around you, pulling them out of the worst shit without expecting anything in return. I... I want to know if he appreciates what he has. Because if he doesn't..."
"If he doesn't?" You whisper, your voice trembling with the emotion he just poured out.
Sirius takes one calming breath and gently takes your hands in his. With the pad of his thumb, he traces patterns across the skin of your palm. You swallow nervously, your gaze momentarily dropping to your joined hands, and suddenly you feel so nervous, like you're about to pour your heart out at him. As if this was a moment that would change your life forever… or maybe it was?
"Because if he doesn't… then I believe... I know that I could treat you better."
"I… that's a bold assumption."
"I am a Gryffindor. We live on bold assumptions and foolish, overly bold confessions and declarations."
He's trying to joke, and under normal circumstances you would have snorted at the joke, but right now... your brain is too busy processing the fact that he might actually see you as more than just a friend, his brother's girlfriend. As if... he might actually want you.
So you sit there in silence, broken only by the crackling of the fire. The heat radiating from the fire makes you blush even more under Sirius' gaze.
"The fact that you're not trying to hex me or to throw me out of this tower yet gives me hope, so if you're planning on gently rejecting me… just do it. You don't need to soften that blow."
"No, I..." You shake your head and swallow nervously, laughing. "I don't really know what to say."
"I... I know you weren't ready to... hear this, but... Y/N... I really care about you. And this isn't some game or prank, I... I truly, irrevocably, undeniably, maybe even madly... like you. More than I should, considering the circumstances, but... how could I not, when you're... yourself."
"I... I very... I... I feel that too. I like you, I really do..." You say with a breaking voice, unconsciously tightening your grip on his hands.
"But?" He asks, noticing that the tone of your voice - that slight tremor that usually didn't mean anything good - and the pained, guilty expression in your eyes didn't exactly portend good news.
"But… Sirius… your brother… I… he doesn't deserve… I… don't look at me like that."
"How?"
"Like I was your whole world. Or like you wanted to kiss me."
"Both true." He mumbles and untangles his hand from your grip. Your heart breaks at the thought of him pulling away from you, but Sirius does exactly the opposite.
He moves closer to you, so you're both kneeling opposite each other, and he gently cups your cheek in his hand. You let out a soft, shaky sigh as he smooths the pad of his thumb over your skin, gazing into your eyes with such intensity that for a moment you forget why being near him isn't such a good idea.
And then, the moment you want to reprimand him or make any reasonable, decent decision to increase the distance between you, he leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead. Just like that. As if it were completely natural between you and good Merlin above, the feeling of his kiss pressed against your forehead, right where all your dark thoughts about how bad what he's doing right now are swirling, doesn't feel as awful and forbidden as it should.
If his proximity, nor the touch of his plump, house-red lips, hadn't already sent your head spinning, his next words completely blew your mind out the windows of Gryffindor Tower.
"Just tell me to stop. To leave. Godric knows how hard this will be, but one word from you... one word from you, and I won't even mention how you make me feel ever again." You hold your breath as he presses another kiss, this time to your left temple. He brushes his nose against your skin and whispers in your ear: "I will not mention how much I long to kiss your lips whenever you correct my spells. I will not mention how I sit in this common room at night, staring into the fire and wishing I could tell you everything I feel for you, everything I would do for you, and how completely you have taken possession of my very being, my mere existence, beginning with my thoughts and ending with my body, my soul – the remnants of what was left of my fucked-up heart and mind. But if... if even the smallest part of you feels that overwhelming sense of belonging, that magnetic pull as if your soul were calling out to mine, singing a song that had haunted me my whole life... then please, please, don't make me go. Because Merlin is my witness, for the first time in my life, I feel like I'm exactly where I belong."
His confession steals your breath. You're unable to form any logical response, your brain completely drowned out by the pleas of your fluttering heart to lean in and cross the chasm between you, the unspoken boundary once and for all, breaking other people's hearts in the process. But how could something that felt so good be so wrong?
"I… I am promised to your brother."
"Yet you should be mine. We both know it." He responds to your weak protest and tilts your head back gently, connecting your lips with his.
You moan as you feel him kiss you tenderly, his hands, slightly roughened from playing Quidditch and working on the motorcycle, pulling you towards him, making you land on his lap, straddling him as he tries to press you as close to him as possible - as if he could secure his claim over you by merging the two of you into one being.
You lose yourself completely in him. In the way he gently strokes your back, pressing you even closer to him. You tangle your hands in his black curls and moan softly into his mouth, allowing him to deepen the kiss.
You only break apart when you're gasping for air, and only for a brief moment, just to look into each other's eyes and listen to your quickened breaths and heartbeats, just to reassure yourself that this is real, that this isn't some fantasy of yours or a figment of your imagination or the deepest desires of your heart, but a beautiful, wondrous, dangerous reality where your feelings are mutual. So you lean in and brush your lips against his, teasing him like he has been doing all this time you've known him. He responds with a deep, hungry moan of your name before capturing your lips in a hard, intense kiss, once again cutting you off from the outside world.
Your heart is pounding, there's a strange buzzing in your ears, you feel like your body and soul are in two completely different places, and you don't know where it would all have gone if the sudden crash of books falling to the floor hadn't torn the two of you apart.
"Oh." Marlene McKinnon mumbles in shock, staring at you and Sirius with wide eyes. You climb off his lap as if scalded. Sirius clears his throat awkwardly and runs a hand through his hair—which, a second earlier, you were tugging at to angle his head better. "I... I see I'm interrupting you... although this is really weird. I didn't know that from now on, a brother's girlfriend automatically becomes the other's property. Since when do you follow the "it all stay in the family" rule, Sirius?"
"Marlene is… not what she looks like. I mean…"
"Of course! Because you didn't turn me down because you have a crush on your brother's girlfriend!" Marlene laughs mockingly, turning her furious gaze from Sirius to you. "It was to be expected from him, he's a known whore of this castle, but I thought you had any principles or morals. But I guess all of you purebloods are just as fucked up and pitiable as the other. One brother wasn't enough for you? You had to throw yourself at Sirius too?"
"I... I believe I should go." You mumble, gathering your books in a hurry, not even checking if you had everything, just wanting to get out of there as fast as you can.
"Y/N, wait..."
You ignore Sirius' call after you and brush past Marlene in the aisle. You practically run to Ravenclaw Tower, replaying the entire conversation and the disastrous kiss in your head. No. Not disastrous. The best of your life. And that was really your biggest problem.
You fell in love with your boyfriend's brother. And Marlene was right, you were a terrible bitch. A whore. A homewrecker, though you weren't sure that was the right word for it, considering the Blacks were already messed up from the start, but that kiss a few minutes ago completely destroyed any chance of Sirius and Regulus ever reconciling and being brothers again.
TEXTS WITH THE SLYTHERIN BOYS except you're exes and they miss you
Characters included (in order) :
• Lorenzo Berkshire (1)
• Blaise Zabini (1)
• Mattheo Riddle (1)
• Theodore Nott (1)
• Draco Malfoy (1)
• Tom Riddle (ooc) (1)
Author's note : the tom riddle one took me a whole day to think about, i redid it like 4 times lmao bc he just wouldnt text first nor would he miss you at that so yes, sorry if its cringe
JUST REALIZED I WROTE "Is it?" Instead of "Am i?" For Tom!! I was just editing the messages and i didnt pay attention
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The first time your cat went missing, you didn’t think entirely too much of it. You knew many of the Hogwarts cats liked to gather behind the herbology greenhouse where a particularly plentiful patch of catnip grew. However, Gladys was never one to miss meal time, and when the time came to 30 minutes after her usual feeding time, you knew something was amiss. With a sigh, you made your way out to your common room where you saw Cho sitting by the fireplace with several other of your class mates.
“Has anyone seen Gladys wandering about? She missed feeding time and I haven’t seen her much today,” you say as you approach the group.
“I haven’t, sorry y/n. We’ll keep a look out for her though,” Cho tells you.
You let out a small sigh of disappointment.
“Thanks Cho,” you say before heading out to wander the halls of the castle, hoping to find your elusive, black cat.
You start out by the greenhouse where you see a whole gaggle of cats, but none with the sleek black coat that identified your furry friend. You then walked around the grounds a bit more with no luck, before moving on to the kitchens where several of the house elves promised to keep an eye out for the small black cat. You even checked several empty class rooms before coming to a stop outside the library. It wouldn’t hurt to check. Twenty minutes later, you were still completely out of luck. Tired and frustrated, you were about to call it a night when a loud chorus of voices turn down the hall. You look to see who it was and find a hoard of Slytherin boys making their way towards you. You recognized them of course, but didn’t exactly know them. What you did know however, was the mop of black fur one of the taller boys in the back of the group was holding.
“Gladys!” You exclaim, rushing towards the group of boys.
Their eyes all turn towards you and at the sound of her name, the fiesty black cat springs from the arms of the boy and runs towards you.
With a large grin of relief, you scoop the cat up into your arms, feeling her light purr as you scratch behind her ears. Feeling several pairs of eyes on you, you look up to see the group of boys still staring at you and your cat.
“Um, thanks, for finding my cat,” you say awkwardly, squeezing the cat to your chest lightly. The tall, brunette boy who had just been holding your cat only nods silently before turning and walking off, the rest of the group following, except one.
“Hey, sorry about Theo. He means well, really. Man really likes cats, but doesn’t have one of his own, so he sometimes makes friends with cats wandering the halls. We’ve all told him that he should probably stop, ah, borrowing, people’s cats, but he can’t seem to resist. Names Enzo by the way,” the boy says with a friendly smile, extending his hand out.
You take his hand, shaking it cautiously before a smile creeps it’s way onto your face.
“Thank you, Enzo.” You say, hesitating a moment before adding, “You know, Gladys is a picky bitch. Theo must be a pretty okay person if she let him carry her around.” You tell him before disappearing with your cat.
2
The second time your cat went missing, you honestly didn't realize she was missing at all. Theo had found his way down to the kitchens about a week after the original cat incident. That's how he thought of it anyway. The kitchens were one of his favorite places to lurk as not many students knew of the secret entrance behind one particular painting of a fruit bowl. The real attraction that often drew the brunette boy to the hidden sanctuary however, was the constant stream of cats that often visited the house elves who happily offered up dishes of cream and other treats. Plopping himself down on the floor next to a particularly populated bowl of milk, Theo's eyes were immediately drawn to a familiar set of glowing yellow orbs.
"Hello there, Gladys," he said hesitantly, decently sure that was the name called out by the pretty Ravenclaw girl who had stolen the cat from him a few nights ago.
Well, stolen in this case was rather relative, as the cat was technically hers, he supposed. Hearing her name however, the little black cat pranced over, nuzzling her head affectionately against his leg with a soft purr. Picking the sweet creature up into his arms, Theo stroked her soft fur, thinking back to his encounter with her owner, a grimace reaching his face.
He had been a downright bloody idiot. That was for certain. Theo was not usually one to be rendered incompetent by the mere presence of a pretty girl. No. That was meant more for Enzo. Or even Draco sometimes. But never Theodore. In fact, Theo had quite the reputation for his tendency to sleep around which made the idea of his mind completely blanking at the sight of this cat's owner all the more embarrassing. Matteo had made fun of him ruthlessly later that night. What had he said again? Right. Absolutely nothing. Just nodded like a right dunce.
The only solace Theo had gotten from that night was when Enzo pulled him aside quietly and told him what the pretty girl from earlier had said about him. "He must be pretty okay." It was hardly a compliment, but after the fool he'd made of himself, it really was the best Theo could hope for. Shaking the thoughts from his mind, Theo once again focused on the little beast snuggling contentedly in his arms, carefully scratching behind the ears, a spot he'd found the cat quite liked.
The sound of the entrance painting swinging open startled Theo; and he honestly wasn't sure if he was elated, or absolutely mortified that the very girl who had been previously plaguing his thoughts was stepping through into the kitchens.
You honestly weren't entirely surprised to see the boy from a few nights ago sitting on the floor, cradling your cat, when you entered the kitchens. After Enzo had admitted to you that the handsome brunette had a soft spot for the castle's feline population, you figured it was only a matter of time until you bumped into him here considering it was a hot spot for the four legged beasts.
"Hello. See you've managed to find my cat again," you say, offering a small smile to the boy in front of you. After your encounter with that particular group of Slytherins, you did a bit of asking around, finding that Theodore Nott, while a bit known for his escapades with the female population, was actually one of the more talented wizards of your year. And one of the more level headed. (But in comparison to Draco and Matteo, you weren't exactly sure how much credit to give him there.)
The boy blinks up at you once before seeming to find his voice.
"She's a sweet little thing," he says finally, clearing his throat and looking anywhere but you.
You cautiously move forward, more worried about spooking the boy in front of you than the cats. Sitting down, you allow a pretty little Siamese kitten to wander into your lap. Gladys hisses with jealousy, but remains snuggled in the arms of the boy.
"She really seems to like you. Bit surprising. She's really not much of a people person," you tell him.
Theo nods at you, an action you found yourself growing familiar with.
"Enzo told me." He replies curtly.
You open your mouth to respond, but don't quite know how, so you let an awkward silence roll over the two of you.
"Well, I find that Gladys is a very good judge of character," you say finally.
Theo lets out a small smile at this, continuing to stroke your cat's soft fur. After that, the two of you fall into a comfortable silence with Theodore continuing to shower your cat with affection while you distract the many other felines, crowding the kitchen floor.
"Theo?" you wonder finally, the question burning away at you. The boy looks up, and you find yourself getting lost in the surprisingly soft brown eyes staring back at you. Breaking from the trance with a small shiver, you ask, "If you like cats so much, why don't you have one of your own?"
Theo's eyes immediately fall, and his hand freezes mid pet, much to Gladys' dismay. A pang of guilt washes through you.
"My father isn't much of an animal person," He replies stiffly.
You give him a small nod in response before rising from the floor.
"It's getting pretty late, I should get going," you say softly. "Gladys can find her way back to the tower on her own just fine," you add when you see Theo make no move to release the cat.
Without another word, you move to open the portrait door. You enter the hall with a small smile gracing your lips as you hear his voice quietly as the door closes.
"Thank you, y/n."
He knew your name.
3
The next time Theo met Gladys was much sooner than he expected. He had left the kitchens several hours ago and was now laying in bed. The clock sitting on his bed side now read 1am. The deafening silence was about to finally lull him to sleep when an insistent scratching at the door caused his eyes to fly open. Sitting up, Theo glanced at the door warily before finally deciding to cross the room to find out what was causing the noise.
As soon as the door opened, a black shadow darted through, making a beeline for his bed. How it seemed to know exactly where it was going, Theo had no clue. Making his way silently back to his bed, careful not to wake either of his roommates, Theo was finally able to make out the dark shape of an ever familiar black cat.
"Hi there, principessa," he whispered, gently stroking the cat's ears before crawling into the bed next to it. Gladys seemed to take this as an invitation to curl up in the nook of his arm, and Theo wasn't about to object. The last thought he remembered before drifting off was how nice it would be if Gladys' pretty owner was there too.
"Theo, what the fuck."
Theo woke with a start, to the loud voice of Lorenzo Berkshire ringing out above him. His eyes opened to see the other boy hovering over his bed, a look of shocked confusion apparent on his face.
"Is that y/n's cat?" he asks, leaning down as if to get a closer look at the fluff ball still snuggled in Theo's arms.
"No way," Matteo laughs from the other side of the room. "You stole her cat again? What, is this some sick and twisted new way for you to lure girls into your bed?"
Theo launches a pillow at Matteo's head. He doesn't miss.
"You better go return that thing before y/n starts to worry," Enzo advises, going back to his own side of the room. "And maybe just ask her out while you're at it hmm?" He adds, quickly ducking behind his fourposter before Theo has the chance to send another pillow flying his way.
With a heavy sigh, Theo comes to a stop outside of what he's pretty sure is the Ravenclaw common room. He's about to raise his hand to knock, when the golden eagle head mounted to the door springs to life.
"What gets broken, without being held?" The eagle asks, blinking at him slowly.
Right. Theo knew about this. The most annoying of the common room doors because instead of a password, the bloody door required you to answer a riddle. Theo was about to turn on his heel to leave when he felt a light presence behind him.
"Hello Theo. Hello Gladys." The platinum blonde haired girl said, giving the two of them an airy nod, before turning her attention to the door. "Would it perhaps be, a promise?" she asks.
The door swings open and Theo quickly hurries after the girl, making his way up the staircase. He'd never actually been inside the Ravenclaw common room, and his breath hitched when they reached the top of the stairs. The main room really was magnificent, nothing like the dark, eerie dungeons of the Slytherin common room. Theo eyed the shelves of books lining the wall longingly.
"Her room is just there, up and to the left," the blonde girl he'd followed in says, breaking him from his thoughts.
"Huh?"
"Y/n? Her room is just there," the girl repeats, gesturing to a door at the top of another small flight of stairs.
"Oh. thanks," Theo makes out, giving the girl a nod of gratitude.
"Name's Luna by the way. Luna Lovegood." She says whimsically before floating off.
With a deep inhale to calm his nerves, Theo makes his way up the stairs and knocks gently on the door. Gladys lets out a meow of protest. Absolutely nothing could have prepared Theo for what was on the other side of the door. He felt his throat go completely dry as the door swung open and you stood in front of him in what was probably the shortest, skimpiest set of clothing that could possibly be considered pajamas. Theo tried not to stare, he really did, but he was only a man. A very weak and smitten man.
"Oh! There you are Gladys. I wondered where you wandered off to last night!" you say looking at your cat and then back up at Theo, and then again at your cat before looking back up at Theo expectantly. "Um. May I have my cat back?"
Theo jolts back to life, realizing he'd been staring and looks at you sheepishly.
"Sorry, don't know how this little one found me. Snuck her way into the Slytherin common room and then into my dorm. Didn't want to leave her in the halls alone, so I let her stay the night," he tells you.
You stare at the boy in shock, realizing that was the longest string of words you'd ever heard out of him.
"Wow Theodore, I'm impressed. I think that's the most I've ever heard you talk. And here I was thinking you were secretly illiterate," you say with a playful grin.
"Please," the boy scoffs. "I'm the picture of eloquence."
Interested in where this sudden burst of confidence that you didn't normally see from him had come from, you take a step back, inviting him into your room. He hesitantly accepts your invitation, bringing Gladys along with him.
"No roommates?" he asks, perching on the edge of your bed as Gladys purrs softly on his lap. At the moment, you found nothing more attractive than this man absolutely pampering your beloved pet.
"Not many Ravenclaw girls in our year, we had the option to share, but most of us opted for solo rooms. Wanted the extra privacy, I suppose," you tell him, leaning on one of the posts at the end of your bed.
Theo nods his head at this.
"I have two roommates," he shares.
"One of them happen to be Enzo Berkshire?"
Theo nods again. "And Matteo. Riddle" he adds.
You cock your head at that with a grin.
"Interesting pairing," you comment, imagining the chaos those two must bring with them.
"It never gets boring," Theo responds.
A moment of silence passes.
"I was wondering if you wanted to study together sometime. I hear you're exceptionally talented at potions. And Charms. And everything really." Theo lets out finally.
You raise an eyebrow at the boy, internally screaming.
Trying to keep your cool, you tilt your head, "I hear you are too."
It's like a switch flips inside Theo.
"Well, we're obviously perfect for each other than," He replies easily, a cocky grin beginning to spread across his face. "Meet you in the library tomorrow at 7? And bring the cat."
You let out a laugh as Theo rises from the bed, gently placing Gladys down on the pillow, before going to make his way out of your dorm.
"You only like me for my cat," you joke, shifting to watch as he crosses the room to the door.
"Not just for your cat," he assures you, "I love the outfit, wear it for me more often, hmm?" he says slyly before the door thuds shut behind him.
You look down at your outfit, jaw dropping open and heat rushing to your cheeks.
4
Theo's head was pounding. Music pumped through the Slytherin common room and Theo could barely see through the crowds of people around him as he pushed his way to the circle of sofas occupied by his friends. Collapsing into a spot next to Matteo, the boy offered him another shot of who-knew-what which he quickly knocked back.
"When's that pretty little thing that's been occupying all your time gonna join us at one of our little gatherings?" Matteo slurs out, gesturing to the large crowd around them.
Over the past several weeks, you and Theo had grown significantly closer; your first study date quickly becoming a daily occurrence as you found that you each were able to easily keep up with one another. Something about having a partner who was actually able to challenge you was exhilarating. From there, you found yourselves often seeking each other out simply for the sake of good company, Gladys largely increasing the number of these meetings.
"Don't know that Gladys would like it. Cat's aren't supposed to ingest alcohol," Theo responded, not quite drunk enough to fall for his friend's taunting.
Enzo places another shot in his hand, and Theo raises a brow at him, before knocking that one back as well.
"Did you ever ask y/n why in Salazar's name, she choose to name her cat Gladys?" Matteo asks. "If my name were Gladys, I'd being running off constantly too."
Theo thumps Matteo on the back of the head.
"You leave our cat out of this, she ain't do nothin wrong," he says, glaring at his friend.
"So now she's our cat is she?" Enzo asks, a smirk growing on his face. "Didn't know you and y/n were so serious."
"It's our cat damnit! If marrying y/n is what it takes to finally have a cat of my own, so be it," Theo says decidedly.
Enzo snorts at his clearly, very drunk friend. "Careful, or one might think you're only into her for her cat. And not the cunty kind."
Theo scowls at this. "Y/n says that all the time, but have you seen that ass? And the way she mopped the floor with Draco in potions the other day? She's perfect."
"Yeah? Why don't you go tell her that then?" Matteo says, wanting nothing more than to see a drunk Theo try to make his way to Ravenclaw Tower.
"You know what? I will. And I'll pet Gladys too." Theo states. A look of pure, intoxicated determination set on his face.
Lorenzo eyes his friend warily. While not exactly sober himself, he didn’t particularly like the look his friend was giving them.
“Aw c’mon Enz, don’t you try and be the voice of reason now,” Matteo drawls, sensing the hesitation coming from his friend. “Don’t you want to meet the lil thing our beloved Theodore has been obsessing over for weeks now?”
“I’m not obsessing,” Theo snaps, taking a sip straight out of a random bottle he’d picked up from the table.
“Let’s go. I’m gonna steal her cat. For real this time.”
With a wide grin, Matteo jumps up, ready to follow his friend wherever the night took him. With a low groan, Enzo followed suit, knowing that his pair of roommates would need some sort of guidance to prevent them from walking themselves straight of the edge of the astronomy tower.
You didn’t have a lot of expectations for the quiet Friday night that you were spending curled up with a book and your cat. It was late, and after a long and stressful week, the time alone with Gladys was just what you needed to really recharge. You had spent most of your day lounging out on the lawn next to the Black Lake with Theodore, studying with and harassing the boy. A small smile crept onto your face, remembering the way his brown curls had floated about in the soft breeze.
You really hadn’t expected for the two of you to become so close, so quickly, but you weren’t complaining. You’d grown quite fond of the boy, especially once he started opening up a bit more. You’d initially thought that he was a man of very few words, but quickly learned he was in fact very sharp witted and even a bit snarky at times. Time spent with him had easily become your favorite part of the day and was something you were constantly looking forward to.
A sharp knock jolted you from your thoughts, causing you to jump a bit where you were sitting, Gladys letting out a yowl of protest.
You quickly cross the room and open the door to find a very miffed looking Cho, a frown imbedded on her face.
“Sorry to bother, but could you please come get your boy under control? He’s upsetting the portraits.” She says.
You blink once. Then again.
“Sorry?”
“Your Slytherin fellow? He’s out in the corridor with two of his friends harassing the door,” she explains, turning to lead you down the spiral staircase.
You’re not even halfway down when you begin to hear the voices.
“Who in the bloody hell would want to be in Ravenclaw with this blast-ended skewt ass looking-“
“Matteo you can’t curse out the door.”
“I’ll curse at the bloody door if I want to bloody curse at it.”
You grimace, looking at Cho who looks back with a similarly displeased facial expression.
“Sorry bout them. I’ll take it from here,” you tell her when you reach the bottom.
With a slight nod, she turns to retreat back up the stairs. With a sigh, you push the door open, almost taking out Matteo who had been leaning on it for support.
“Hi amore, fancy seeing you here,” Theo slurs, a grin taking over his face at the sight of you.
Enzo leans against a pillar, face in hands, looking like he wanted to disappear. You could smell the alcohol on all of them.
“Hi Theodore. Are you sober?” You ask, already knowing the answer.
“I’m moderately functional,” he replies with a lopsided smile.
“I’m taking that as a no,” you say, glancing worriedly at Matteo who was currently laying spread eagle on the floor. “Let’s get you boys back to your common room.”
“I wouldn’t. Party’s not gonna end any time soon. They’ll just get more hammered and start wandering off again,” Enzo advises, head still in hands. “Like herding hippogriffs with those two.”
“And Theo hasn’t proclaimed his undying love for y/n yet!” Matteo adds.
You feel heat rise to your cheeks and Theo glowers at his friend.
“It’s okay Theo, I know he’s drunk,” you say, not certain if you were saying it more to comfort him or yourself.
Theo ignores you however, turning his attention back to the door.
“Let us in, I just want to pet the cat,” he tells the door, swaying ever so slightly.
For Salazar’s sake. Man gets absolutely wasted and just wants to pet your cat. You go to grab onto Theo to steady him, but he has other plans. Immediately, he wraps his arms around you, nuzzling his face into your hair.
“Hi,” he mumbles, picking you up just enough that your toes barely touch the ground. “I missed you. Can we see the cat now?”
Not knowing what else to do, you glance helplessly at Enzo.
“Would you be able to get Matteo up the stairs?” You ask.
“I can try. He’s a stubborn bastard though.”
You turn back to the door, knocking once. The eagle once again moves to life, glaring at the scene in front of it.
“If the day before yesterday was the 23rd, what is the day after tomorrow?” It asks crankily.
“We’re too fucking wasted for this bloody bullshit,” Matteo moans from the floor.
You try to ignore Theo’s tight grasp on your waist and Enzo prodding at Matteo with his foot before answering. “The 27th.”
The door swings open and you try your best to haul Theo through, Enzo following closely behind with a very disgruntled Matteo. Dragging the boys up the staircase feels like the most difficult task of your life as you constantly tell Matteo to lower his voice and mind his mouth while also trying to ignore the very minimal distance between yourself and Theodore. When you finally make it to the top, you rush to herd the boys into your room before slamming the door shut behind you with relief. Theo immediately stumbles over to your bed, collapsing face first in the middle and snatching Gladys into his arms.
“No roommates?” Enzo asks, looking around the room and seeing the single empty bed that you had pushed into the corner at the beginning of the year.
“No, thank Rowena. I would not want to have to explain whatever this is.” You reply, motioning to Theo and Matteo who was now wandering about the room.
“Room’s a mess. Coulda at least cleaned up a bit,” he says, poking at the various books and blank scrolls lying about.
“Had I known I would be having guests at,” you glance at the clock, “almost 2 in the morning, I’m sure I would have.” You say dryly.
Retrieving your wand from your desk, you point it at the spare bed. “Engorgio.” The wooden frame creaks as it expands until it can comfortably fit 2 people. You look at Enzo.
“Good luck with that one,” you say, almost feeling sorry for the boy as Matteo flops onto the bed with a groan.
“Looks like you’re gonna need it more than me,” he replies, gesturing to Theo who was out cold, Gladys trapped and bug eyed in his grasp. With a sigh you and Enzo each resign yourselves to your respective charge.
“Theodore,” you whisper, giving the boy a light shove. No sign of life. You give him a slightly harder shove, allowing Gladys is wriggle out of her prison. Frowning, you sit down on the edge of the bed, using most of your body weight to shove Theo to one side of the bed before sliding under the covers. Now deeming it safe, Gladys hops back into the bed, nestling into your arms happily. You’re about to close your eyes when you feel arms snaking around your waste, pulling you into the very warm chest of Theodore Nott. You freeze, holding your breath, not sure if the boy is asleep or not.
“Goodnight mi amore,” he whispers into your neck, causing the hairs to prickle.
Definitely not asleep.
“Goodnight Theodore.”
You hadn’t had any expectations for the night really, but you definitely had not expected to have multiple overnight guests who were trying to steal your cat. And you most certainly did not expect to drift off in the arms of Theodore Nott.
5
The next morning you wake up missing the usual lump of fur weighing down on your chest. Immediately you bolt upright, eyes shooting around for any sign of your furry companion before the events of last night wash over you. Enzo and Matteo are both still out cold and when you look down, your jaw drops open. Theo is fast asleep, back facing you, Gladys snoozing contentedly while cradled in his arms. Even in his sleep this absolute tosser had managed to steal your damn cat.
Careful not to wake the boys, or Gladys, you silently sneak across the room and disappear out the door. Once you’re safely out of hearing distance, you make your way quickly down the kitchens. A little known fact about the Hogwarts house elves was that many had once served in the homes of different wizarding families at one time or another. This meant that many of the elves were all too familiar with the valuable hangover potion that you sought.
Ducking in through the portrait hole, it wasn’t difficult to persuade the elves into handing over 3 glistening blue vials. You had always been kind to them, often chatting with them during your visits with the cats.
Your task complete, you made your way back to Ravenclaw tower, taking your time as you didn’t expect the boys to be up any time soon. They really had been plastered. Not even Enzo had been completely sober you recalled.
You’re just passing the entrance to the dungeons when a voice calls out.
“Hey! You!”
You’re ready to continue on your way before noticing that there was no one else in the corridor they could be referring to. You turn to see two girls you recognized as the Greengrass sisters hurrying towards you.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you,” the shorter blonde girl says when they get closer. You’re pretty sure that one is Astoria. “You’re the girl Theo has been seeing right?”
You nod your head cautiously. You knew Theo had a reputation for getting around, so if that’s what this was about, things were about to become quite awkward.
“You haven’t happened to see him or Matteo or Lorenzo, have you?” The other girl, Daphne, asks.
“Draco said he saw the three of them leave the party together last night, but no one saw them come back,” Astoria explains.
You feel yourself immediately relax. Good. At least this was something you could help with.
“You two are lucky you found me then I suppose,” you tell them, gesturing for them to follow. “The three of them tried breaking into Ravenclaw tower last night, so I let them crash in my dorm.”
“Oh Salazar. Were they trying to steal your cat? I’m so sorry. When Matteo gets drunk he has a tendency to try and egg Theo on,” Astoria frets.
You give the girls a strange look. “You know about my cat?” You ask, surprised.
“Oh sure,” Daphne replies. “Whole group does really. Boys came back one night going on about how Theo was just smitten with some Ravenclaw with a cute cat. And I can see why. You’re gorgeous by the way.”
You blush at her statement, diverting the subject away.
“The boys should probably still be asleep. I just ran down to the kitchens to get these,” you tell them, brandishing the potions you had gathered. “Once they’ve downed these, they’re all yours.”
Astoria eyes the potions with jealousy and you realize the two girls were probably decently hung over as well.
“Oh you can keep Theo, we were really just looking to collect Enzo and Matt,” Daphne laughs, giving you a sly look. You open your mouth to reply, but stop realizing you had reached your common room door.
After a few attempts, you’re finally able to solve the blasted riddle and the door swings open.
“I don’t think we’ve ever had this many Slytherins in our common room before,” you joke, leading the girls up to your room.
Pushing the door open, you’re unsurprised to see the boys still passed out.
“This must be the infamous Gladys,” Daphne whispers, quietly approaching Theo who was still clutching onto Gladys as if his life depended on it. Again you’re surprised that these girls apparently even knew the name of your cat.
The two coo at the sight of your cat, coming to the conclusion that she was indeed worthy of warranting cat theft before Astoria finally decided it was time for them to get the boys out of your hair. They migrated over to the other side of the room where Enzo and Matteo were sound asleep, leaving you to deal with Theo.
You decide the easiest route, may just be to lure Gladys away, so you fetch her food dish before accio-ing her kibble container. At the sound of her food, Gladys was up and running, darting over for her morning feast. At the sudden loss of fluffy heat, Theo groaned, rolling over, face down into the pillows. After giving Gladys her food, you move back to Theo, giving him a rough shake.
“Come back to bed principessa,” he grumbles, reaching out and flailing his arm in your general direction.
“It’s time to get up Theodore. Come on, I got you three hangover potions,” you say, waving one over his head.
“Did someone say hangover potion? Give,” Matteo demands from the other side of the room. You look over to see Daphne and Astoria sitting on the side of the bed while Matteo and Enzo were groggily waking up.
Pulling out her wand, Daphne gestured for you to toss her the potions which her magic catches easily, levitating the vials over to the other two boys. Matteo snatches one out of the air, quickly downing half before offering the other half to Astoria. Enzo does the same, giving the second half to Daphne who graciously accepts. After a moment, the four of them are looking much more awake.
“Thanks for making sure these three didn’t drown themselves in the lake,” Astoria says, once the potion had really kicked. “And sorry you’re not having more luck with that one. He’s always been a late riser.”
“You’ll be lucky to get him up in the next hour,” Enzo agrees, rising from the bed. “Thanks again y/n.”
The four of them shuffle out of your dorm, a chorus is thanks and apologies strung along until they reached the door. Even Matteo gave you a nod of gratitude. Once they were all gone, you collapse once more onto your bed.
“They finally gone?” You hear Theo ask, as he rolls over to look at you. You nod, faces so close that your noses are practically touching and you can feel small puffs of air as he exhales. “Thanks for last night. I’m sorry for trying to steal your cat.”
You let out a snort at that. “Did you know when I woke up this morning, you had turned away from me completely, and stolen my cat away from me in your sleep?” You ask with a laugh.
Theo at least has the decency to look embarrassed as Gladys joins the two of you once more.
“I should do this more often,” Theo says finally, reaching out to stroke Gladys’s fur.
“What? Get downright plastered and break into my room, or steal my cat?” You scoff.
“Sleep in your bed with you.”
You freeze, looking up to see if the boy was being serious. His eyes blink back at you unwavering.
“You can come back any time,” you tell him, snuggling your way into his chest, ready to fall back asleep in the boy’s arms.
“Will Gladys be here?”
“Oh my god, yes she will be here,” you say dramatically throwing your head back.
Theo grins down at you, leaning in and pressing his lips softly against yours.
“I’m only joking amore,” he says, pressing another kiss to the top of your nose.
“Of course Gladys would be here, she adores me.”
“Get out of my bed.”
My biggest regret in life, is being highly allergic to cats </3
You had never been one to get caught up in all the school drama - okay, only on occasions did you do so. But you were smart enough not to get involved with any of it for long, that was for the mind numbingly idiots like the slytherins and gryffindors who were constantly at one another throats.
Instead you focused on your studies. Choosing to stay out of the way of all others who caused this drama, the golden trio - the slytherin thugs. Hufflepuffs weren't any better than them either, they just weren't as obnoxious as the other two. On top of that, it made your time at Hogwarts much more peaceful doing so.
Well, it was peaceful until last year when one of the most known slytherins decided to harass you on the daily.
Your eyes landed on the boy your mind thought of before he appeared, Mattheo Riddle. Merlins bloody fucking beard, how he kept finding you was beyond you. Purposely finding new spots every day just to avoid his incessant chatter.
"For fucks sake, what'd you want, riddle?" Your eyes remained on the pages of your book as you asked him. He smirked and took a seat next to you on the cobblestone floor.
"You, of course."
"Oh yes, of course!" You sarcastically shot back with a roll of your eyes. "Let me just hand myself over then. Fuck off, riddle."
His smirk only grew before he threw his arm around your shoulder. "You're so cruel to me, what have I done to deserve such treatment?"
"You've not left me alone since last year."
"Well, why would I want to?"
You stared at the book in your hands, rereading the same line over and over again. Trying to think about a witty line to throw back before sighing at the realization that you had no answer to give. "What can I do for you to leave me alone? You want me to do your homework, brew you a potion, give you the answer to some riddle?" You mockingly added the last one before making eye contact with the boy beside you.
"Come with me to Hogsmeade this weekend, get to know me. I'm not half bad if I do say so myself."
"No, thank you."
"I promise to leave you alone if you don't like me afterwards."
Pondering for a moment, you could easily just sit there and let him talk about himself then be done with it all. That's not a bad idea.
"You'll actually leave me alone after doing so?"
"I give you my word."
"Pinky promise it to me." A stupid muggle notion, but you took them very seriously. You held out your pinky for him to take, he stared at it for a moment before wrapping his own pinky with yours.
"You're paying." You added with a small smile before returning back to your book, if your mind would allow you to focus.
"My girl wouldn't ever pay for herself anyways." His arm still wrapped around your shoulder as if indicating you actually were his girl.
You rolled your eyes at the new term he gave you, merlin this boy was conceited.
IM BEGGING FOR ANOTHER CHAPTER OF Yandere! Hufflepuff! Boyfriend x Nerd! Ravenclaw! Reader
It was soo good, when I read it I jumped for joy
WOOHOO! Welcome to Part 2 of...
Our Days #2
Yandere! Hufflepuff! Boyfriend x Nerd! Ravenclaw! Reader
CW : soft fluffy young love, Hogwarts teachers gossiping, THEM BEING A POWERCOUPLE!!! Obviously not canon, and an appearance of an original fruit!
- Yan! Hufflepuff Boyfriend, who's all whipped with you. He's still nonchalant with other students or even the professors. He's polite, but he can and will take points from other houses or even from you if you're doing something reckless.
- for example, you two created a set of charmed books that acts as a modern messenger for the two of you. Write a sentence in the book, and it'll show up in the other.
- and during one of your extended study sessions after curfew and his headboy rounds, you suddenly wrote that you wanted to go to the forbidden forest to look for Bowtruckles.
"Darl', wanna go to the forbidden forest?"
"May I ask why you would propose such a dangerous activity at approximately, 1 AM in the morning...?"
"Because the whole castle is asleep now! We just need to sneak away from Filch aaand maybe Professor Snape, and we're safe!"
"You're aware that NEWTs are just a few months away, and that it's 1 AM, and if something risky happens, there's a high chance we'll end up in St. Mungo's and have to restart the year, right?"
"Ya, ya, ya! See u there, XO XO"
- You don't even have to check for his reply because he'll obviously show up. He tried to rationalize his own decisions as helping a reckless fellow student, not because he wants to spend more time with you.
- as expected, everything went smoothly. More like Yan! Boyfriend already waited for you at the entrance of the forbidden forest wearing his darkest cloak to hide himself better. You're taking your time 'sneaking' dramatically (checking the edges of the corridors, rolling over, etc).
- By the time you showed up, Yan! Boyfriend is already about to doze off. He's leaning towards a tree, his arms in front of his chest, his eyes closed with his lashes fluttering weakly, half lidded from the hours of studying, classes and maintaining peace around the dungeons, where the Hufflepuff common room is at.
- you almost felt bad and tried to cancel the whole trip, but Boyfriend woke up because of the crunch of the dry leaves beneath your shoes, and he softly perked up at the sight of you.
- You tried pulling him back to the castle, but Boyfriend insists he will accompany you, not because he's looking down at your ability to protect yourself, but because he'll be worried otherwise.
- the two of you ended up exploring the inner parts of the forbidden forest, looking and feeding bowtruckles that you know and love. You've always had a certain softness for the Mantis-adjacent beings.
- After around an hour of feeding and giggling at each of the cute and shy creatures, the two of you started your journey back to the castle.
- that's when disaster decided to strike Yan! Boyfriend's overall pleasant day. He's unfocused because he's sleepy, but also happy because you seem to enjoy yourself.
- He accidentally stumbled upon a tree's root, falling face first into a bush of red berries. You gasped loudly and immediately grabbed his hand to soften the blow, but unfortunately he's heavier than he looks.
- He fell face first with a groan, and when you successfully fetched him out, he's rubbing his face with his hands and the handkerchief you gave. When he heard a stifled giggle, he can't help but raise his eyebrow.
- Yan! Boyfriend opened his eyes and saw you stuffing your hands to cover your mouth. Your shoulders are moving, and he instantly knew something happened. He looked at the strands of his own hair...
- and it was bright pink.
- You couldn't hold back the laughter and immediately laughed. The sound bouncing back through the fog and trees, and he's sighing while pointing his wand to try and fix his hair, but it doesn't do anything.
"Five points from Ravenclaw."
"FOR WHAT??? FOR LAUGHING?"
"...for Impertinence, against a figure of authority."
- The two of you went back to your own common rooms, and Yan! Boyfriend tried to wash off the fruit's residue from his hair. But nothing can take it off. And his hair has some parts in bright pink, and some in his regular hair color.
- He went through the morning from his roommates, the corridors, and breakfast in the great hall. Everyone is obviously asking what's going on, and he only replied with, "Spell gone wrong" without elaborating any further.
- During the NEWT Potions class, Snape only took one look at him and took a deep breath before taking points from Hufflepuff.
"Ten points from Hufflepuff for sheer stupidity, Mr. Montgomery. I expected more from you, out of all people."
"...Understood."
"And that's five points from Ravenclaw, Ms. L/N. For utter disrespect towards a subordinate."
- At the end of the day, everyone knows that the cold Hufflepuff's hair will be pink for as long as it wants, until it'll fade on its own. And yan! Boyfriend became an inter-house gossip train, even to the faculty room itself.
"May I ask why young Mr. Montgomery shows up to my Transfiguration class with pink hair?" McGonagall asked while massaging her own temple.
Professor Sprouts can only try to stifle her laughters, and Snape looks like he would rather be elsewhere, not involved in this conversation about an adolescent child who looks like he didn't sleep a wink for that day, and his girlfriend who can't stop laughing and ruffling her boyfriend's hair.
A/N : woohoo, I'm back!!! Sorry for taking so long to respond to the request, anon!
