#riddlemenott

Achieving a masters degree was a feat in itself, to add to the difficulty of the task was the fact your support system had been gone throughout the entire process to achieve and succeed his own goal of being in the NHL. maybe you were being selfish, sure but what was once a normal phone call with your beloved boyfriend turned into an argument that was never supposed to happen.

“sooo you’re coming for my graduation ceremony right?” you smiled widely, your phone set up as you sat in your apartment, the one you two used to have together senior year at boston. “about that” the tone shifted, your stomach dropped “what?” you gave him the benefit of the doubt, maybe he was talking about something else? right? “i don’t think i’m going to make it” the pause of silence was long, tears welled in your eyes “will what are you talking about? i’ve been telling you the date for months now” he sighed. he lazily set his phone down to be pointed at his own ceiling. “i mean seriously will you know how important this is to me. this is like me skipping your draft which may i remind you I took time off for” you set my phone down on the coffee table with a thud. “babe, im not saying it’s a complete no, i just have things like practice and play offs are right around the same time and if we make it i cant just drop my entire career for one day.” you couldn’t control your anger at this point. “alright, whatever. didn’t want you there anyways” you continued to work on your homework as silence filled the room. “please don’t be like this, it’s out of my control” “yup. got it” you ignored the phone, trying to calm down, one deep breath at a time. “i mean are you seriously trying to fight right now?” you heard him, but didn’t acknowledge it. “no. i have homework and im sure you need to be up for practice tomorrow so ill talk to you later” i picked up the phone and didn’t give him a chance to answer before you pressed the red x. resuming back onto the lock screen of you and will, senior year of college, him in his jersey post last game of the season.

you cried that night, after your homework was complete and you couldn’t study anymore. the silence filled the space heavily, it was too dark, too warm, too silent. you had the option to go online and finish your degree, you knew long distance wouldn’t be easy sailing but you knew that time apart makes the heart fond plus you didn’t want will to pay the lease break fee for this apartment.

that morning you dragged yourself out of bed. a long shower, a long moment staring at the coffee you’ve been holding for too long, that’s when your phone dinged, willy❤️ was the notification i’m sorry for what i said. i can’t have you be mad at me. you chose to at the moment to fully ignore the message. you didn’t want to fight, you hated fighting with will but right now emotions were high and you needed a minute to clear your thoughts. hours went by and you couldn’t focus on anything other than that message. you flipped your phone on. “i’m sorry for over reacting. i get this is apart of your job” you sent it and exhaled.

draco malfoy

-the biggest cuddle bug

-touch touch touch always

-gift giver

-hates when you give him gifts tho!

-once he lays eyes on you it’s obsession (literally just a slytherin thing)

-loves simple dates

-this is smutty but imma say it

-a GIVERRRR he loves to GIVE even in bed

-he’s committed for life

-big hands lanky fingers UGHHHHHHHH

mattheo riddle

-kinkest dirties man ever

-literally is so dominant not even funny

-you like how he looks after a fight he’ll just get into more

-you’re literally like prey to him stg he catches you once and he needs you physically and biblically

-doesn’t matter to him, another guy talks to you? looks at you? breathes within feet of you? they’re done for

-he’s lowkey fashionable asf doesn’t get enough credit

-HATES when you come to parties

-protective, possessive and NEEDY

-give the BEST hugs and we all know it

-you’re tired or stressed? back scratches and cuddles for you

-if he could give you the world he would

theodore nott

-imma say it bigger fboy then mattheo…

-doesn’t mean he doesn’t COMMIT once he has you (like i said slytherin thing)

-insecure but doesn’t show it

-needs constant reassurance that he’s doing things right

-he loves when you are jealous it turns him on

-he gets jealous VERY easy especially with the other slytherin boys

-he actually doesn’t mind the other houses

-SWEETEST MF

-definitely would provide you with anything and everything on his KNEES for you

harry potter

-MY MANS MY MANS MY MANSSSS

-he is so very sweet it’s sickening

-literally needs your touch every moment

-cannot breathe if he doesn’t know where you are

-literally so clingy and i know it

-will take you out anywhere you want if it means being together

-imma say it he’s a munch

-worships the ground you walk on

fred weasly

-UGH

-when you wear his clothes?? he’s done for absolutely mad for you

-he literally loves so hard it’s not even funny

-he jokes with you and loves your laugh

-the silliest goofiest boy EVER

-hugs hugs hugs

-big words of affirmation guy

“luna what are you talking about?” it was the first semester after summer. “i just i don’t know if you and mattheo were like official or not but he got a little close to these girls in italy according to blaise” “luna im not understanding what’re sayin?” you’re stomach dropped, you couldn’t tell if you wanted to throw up or cry or scream but you could tell where it was leading. “i don’t know, no one knows just mattheo was being a man whore is all, which is why i’m asking were ya together?” you swallowed the lump in your throat, you didn’t know, you never discussed it. he acted like a bf, you acted like a gf. it was only supposed to be friends with benefits, a small thing, no feelings just a call and you were with eachother, until months later you met luna, who you adored and from there it was a situationship? sleepovers all the time, hanging out without mutual friends but no matter what it still hurt, sure you weren’t together but you never looked at another guy all summer.

“darling it’s been so long!” mattheo jogged up next to you, you kept your head down ignoring him. “y/n, you alright” “yup i’m just fine” “i missed you?” “did you?” “yeah why wouldn’t i have lover? i didn’ see ya for months” “say that to the properly fit girls in italy” you continued to walk, head down leaving mattheo in the dust of your anger and sadness.

it had been weeks since that interaction and you avoided mattheo like he was the black plague, you still said hello to enzo and blaise in class, luna of course but the moment you saw mattheo your smile dropped, you averted your eyes. “who told her about italy? blaise, draco? theo?” “i don’t know why you’re so mad you weren’t datin her were ya?” theo let out the truth. “i still care about her even if we weren’t together ok? now you twats ruined everything i might’ve had with her” mattheo tried to talk to you, he would walk the long ways to class to see even a glimpse of you, he wanted you, he needed you. “hey!” mattheo said as you sat in english. no words from you, you returned to your book. the silent treatment was your way of self reflection, why did you even think mattheo would want anything serious? he never tried to make an effort in that way. you spiraled into sadness, or whatever you want to call it. you spoke to blaise and luna, sometimes enzo but other than that you turned into an academic weapon and you needed a break.

the cure to sadness at hogwarts university? parties, sure it was prestigious dubbed the nickname well as you were walking around on stone and marble, dining in a room with beautiful artwork and walking on the most well taken care of grounds but you’re all just trying to have fun. you walked up to the table in the corner of the library, seeing the group of boys from a mile away. “i’m throwing a party, you lads are invited” you stated, arms crossed looking at the table. “is mattheo?” draco blurted out, not looking up from the page. “i don’t know yet, but i do know i need to get drunk and you’re all my friends so” “we will be there, don’t worry” enzo reassured you, giving you a small smile and a wink. “were telling mattheo yes?” “maybe we should torture him”.

mattheos friends acted like they knew nothing, making him suffer the night of the party, all of them pregaming before mattheo showed. “where are you going” he asked the boys, who were about to walk out of the door. “y/n’s for a bit” “do you think she’d have me if i showed?” “i don’t know you could try” and with that they all arrived to the house on the corner, the street already filled with cars, the house lit up, sticking out like a sore thumb on the quiet street.

 you were quiet, reserved, and ready to graduate. of course, you partied, every college-aged girl did but you were now in a toxic downward spiral. it was two years of constant arguing and cheating on his part. “no you know what fuck you and fuck this. this is the 8th time? 8 girls you've slept with and I've stuck by your side. am i nothing to you?” “keep up the attitude, you'll be back by the morning” he harshly replied. the tears were harsh, wet, and rolling down your cheeks when you returned to your dorm room. the slamming of the door rattled your soul, with a sharp inhale you were digging through your small dresser, stained with coffee mug rings and makeup. every breath you took was sharp, inhale exhale, inhale exhale before you finally found a dress to wear. quickly throwing whatever shit kickers you had laying on the floor. the thoughts quickly filled your overthinking mind, just get to the snake den you repeated as you stepped over the stone floors, every step echoed through the halls.

as soon as you stepped into the common room you were met with smoke and the smell of sweat, the music was blasting, the lights reflecting off the carefully decorated room. a sign read "HAPPY BIRTHDAY MALFOY" drawn shittly on some sheet that laid above the thrown on the far side of the room. a run to the drinks table was first on your mind “dean, how are you” you asked the boy behind the bar. “I'm doing great! you want anything?” “please, make it strong,” you asked giving him a slight smile before he handed you the cup of whatever gross mix he made. you let the sting coat your throat taking in a harsh breath before you found your friends. “i thought you weren't coming out!” pansy embraced you into a hug before you looked over her shoulder to meet his dark eyes, that bastard.“fuck em lets get drunk!”  pansy was your one friend who wasn't all about academics, she was a breath of fresh air, and at that exact moment your saving grace. 

the night continued, and you got progressively more drunk, every drink was trying to forget about the boy that hurt you constantly, making you wonder why you weren't enough. “theo has been eye fucking you all night babes” pansy yelled into your ear as you danced. “I can tell pans” you laughed and continued to grind on her. “go get him girl, you need a change of pace. I've heard hes great” A wink was sent before she immediately shoved you in his direction as she finished her sentence. “whats a badger doing in the snakes den?” theo breathed into your ear as you slightly danced on him “needed a change of pace.” you responded by tilting your head into his chest, back against him. “fiinally leaving that pratt are you?” he asked with his heavy accent that made you shiver. “How do you know about him” you asked as you continued to dance on him, his hand snaking around your waist. “word gets around love” he grabbed your hand and walked you toward his dorm. the rest of the night was panting, begging, moaning, and regrets. your boyfriend was right you did return the next morning, apologizing but you didn't mention theo. that was a secret between you and the slytherin boy that prided himself on how good his game was, how many times he could get you moaning his name. 

it was a tuesday the next time you saw theo, you didn't have any classes with him on mondays. your mistake still clouding your mind as you studied in the library, the dim lights helping you focus on the task at hand. “that pussy still belong to me?” he whispered into your ear, making you jump in your seat. “theo” you let out in a breath. “I said does that pussy still belong to me?” he asked again as you looked up at him through your eyelashes. “theo, we cant. we said we wouldn't talk about that ever again” “how can i forget about you, hmm?” “theo i have a boyfriend” “i know darling” you started packing your things up, anything to distract you from the pit in your stomach. 

as you stood up to leave theo had a tight grip on your wrist, making you turn around to face him. “dont be cold with me.” it came out like a demand. “It was a mistake, both of us know it” you tried to free from his grasp. “no it wasnt, your mine now.” and with that he was walking out of the library, looking over his shoulder to see you still standing in the same place he left you, speechless. "Nathan, stop please." you begged as you studied on your bed, papers laid in front of you. "baby that can wait till tomorrow" your boyfriend crawled behind you, snaking his arms around your waist, kissing your neck and shoulders, "i told you to stop. let me study godric" you tried to wiggle out of his grasp "bitch" he mumbled before getting up from the bed and slamming the door behind him. all you could think about was that night with the, the way his hands knew every place you liked to be touched like you were an open book. "fuck!" you slammed your book closed and decided to walk across the grounds. the sound of rain engulfed oyu like a hug, a safe place of solitude between the stress of school and the constant cycle of hurt you felt with your bf.

“you’re bad for me” you breathed out, more like a mumble than a statement. how you longed for his touch once again, to finally feel something. you knew he was bad for you from the moment he gave you those eyes. “i know darling” he whispered into your ear. “gots to get going before curfew. i’ll walk you back?” he held his hand out to you, and with no willpower you took it. it wasn’t that you were weak more the fact he breathed you in like a cigarette, you were hooked and god did he know.

the walk back was silent, long, and painful almost pitiful, to you it felt like an obligation of theo to walk you back. “well thank you, i do appreciate it.” an awkward smile was given to the boy. “any day any time if it means i get to taste you again” a smirk was plastered on his lips. “never” you winked before unlocking the door, trying to shut it before a hand stopped you. met with his beautiful dark eyes, a storm cloud looked like it had taken over full of lust and almost anger. “let me in love” you did. he pushed you against the door “let me kiss you” he breathed, running a finger down your jaw “theodore please”. he was hot and heavy, deep with his kisses, running his tongue against your bottom lip, getting you to open up just enough for him to slip his tongue in, fighting for dominance and to deepen the kiss. his hand ran along your side, stopping right above your thigh, his finger resting so close to the growing need for him. “theo” you let out again, as he pulled away getting in the breathes you just lost. “we can’t” “we can” “i have a boyfriend” “leave him” he kissed your neck, right below your jaw, nipping slightly at your skin knowing he will get a noise out of you. “i need” you felt the smirk on your neck “need what love? use your words” he looked into your eyes, his hand on your neck, rubbing the sensitive skin he just kissed. “we can’t, we have to stop” you said, looking down at your feet. “are you sure?” he asked, looking concerned. “yes i cant” with those words he grabbed a pen off your desk, flipping your hand over to expose your palm. “if you need me, for anything” he smirked once again as he wrote his number down on your hand. “goodnight darling” he whispered before letting himself out. 

guilt, anger, and sadness hit you like a weight as soon as he stepped out of your room, a puddle of tears streaming down your eyes. what am i supposed to do you thought, how were you supposed to find solitude and peace within a boy so full of secrets and anger? the world felt as though it was crumbling before your feet, torn between what to do and who to talk to. you fell asleep sobbing, you were truly at a loss for how much you were going to regret going to that god-forsaken party. maybe your manipulated twisted mind was in the right, maybe you deserved this, this guilt. maybe your deadbeat man whore boyfriend was correct about you, you didn’t deserve happiness. you were arm candy and that’s all you thought of yourself as. 

“hey dove, wake up” pansy shook you awake, groaning at the light coming through the door, “lovey you gotta get up, you missed class” you were in panic mode after that, jumping up you about tripped over your own feet, the headache from crying hit you as soon as you found balance, wincing in pain pansy found you some meds, “here, what’s gotten into you?” pansy asked, she was never too concerned- a good friend she was but when it came to your own issues you tried not to worry her. “nothing it’s fine” “what’s this then” she poked your neck, where theo last touched. “what’s what?” you were puzzled, still half asleep, dragging your feet to the vanity next to your bed, sitting down and looking at the spot. “no shit that little bastard” shock waves it to you, anger. “that fuckin prick!” you were fuming “babes calm, who gave you that? OH MY WAS IT THEO” pansy about screamed in excitement. “PANS SHUSH” you wrapped your hand over her mouth, her eyes widened as she realized it was. “MY GOD YOU LITTLE FOX!” she whispered and yelled, the biggest smile you’ve ever seen plastered on her face. “pans you cannot let this slip! i’m still with nathan, ok it’s complicated” “screw class my love we have to talk about this” she clapped her hands in excitement. god, you haven’t felt this since primary school, gossip and genuine excitement over someone you might have a crush on. “pansy we can’t skip” “you never skip it will be ok, we will go get coffee” she was rummaging through your wardrobe, grabbing comfy clothes for you to throw on. “ya know what? fine” you had to say yes, it was obligated when pansy asked plus it had been since high school since you genuinely skipped class. 

the walk to the small cafe on the corner was mostly pansy trying to rack your brain and get any small detail she could about theo. the scarf wrapped tightly around your neck helped cover the giggles that escaped your lips when she asked the most ridiculous questions about theodore. the cafe was filled with university students and professors, the small cafe was filled with plants and small artwork from the university, and the environment was perfect for a study spot. after receiving your orders you sat at the corner table, a small booth next to the window, watching the people outside pass and be so human, so genuine. “so please godric let me get a cute little detail, how good is he?” she asked sipping on her sweet latte. “good, very” “ok but HOW SO” “he just knows how to do it ya know?” “ok but what about your ankle weight” she rolled her eyes as she referred to your bf as a weight. she never liked him from the day you met, but you had a tendency to want to “fix” per se every man you’ve dated. “i don’t know, haven’t talked since i kicked him out of my room” “so what are we going to do?” “we?” “yes, we!” pansy had a way of making you feel better, making the world feel a lot less scary. “I guess we have to figure that out” “good because theodore mentioned you to malfoy who mentioned it to blaise who mentioned it to me” “what do you mean?” “well he just said you were beautiful and deserved better, ya know like EVERYONE on-campus talks about” “no they don’t” nobody cared about silly old you like that, you were a nobody, your boyfriend's arm candy for the post-match parties.