#xbabybat

The downside of being a pureblood was the arranged marriages that they all continued to do - and unfortunately for you, it was now your time for said subject.

Your parents decided not to tell you who exactly it was that you were to wed to just that you wouldn't mind it at all. Who wouldn't you mind?

There was many men that you did not like in your time at Hogwarts, there was only a select few that you did enjoy. First there was Lorenzo Berkshire - a very handsome boy but not quite your type. Second, there was Mattheo Riddle - he was not a pureblood though so an unlikely match once again. Third, there was Blaise Zabini - he might be the only man you were okay with marrying amongst the pureblooded previous slytherin men. That is the only reasonable solution, Blaise.

A little smile crept onto your face adding a little skip in your step as you made your way into the dining hall where you supposed husband was sat waiting for you. You stopped infront of a mirror that hung on the wall, fixing any mistakes in your appearance before blowing a kiss at yourself. "Get ready to be Mrs. Zabini~" You spoke to yourself with a giggle - only for a cough to be heard making you nearly scream as you spun to come face to face with your old bully.

"What are you doing here, Nott?"

"I was invited."

"What for?"

He only smiled a little sticking his hands inside of his pockets, "Well let us go find out, hmm Mrs. Zabini." He mocked the voice you used to call yourself that making you feel a rush of embarrassment.

God, why would your parents invite the one man who relentlessly tormented you during your time at Hogwarts? Perhaps, your engagement was to be announced in front of others pureblood families - a party and claim.

"Shove off, Nott." You stormed past him but he seemed to be right behind you - not even taking notice to how you were practically running from him. An action you did many times before. His long legs seemed to catch up to you in no time as you sent a glare his way he smirked in response.

"Don't give me that look, cara mia - you don't know what it does to people."

"You're so gross."

"Says the one who took it that way, I only meant-"

"I don't want to hear it, please. Just leave me alone, I want to never see your face here again, do you understand?"

He mimicked a fake salute. "Yes ma'am, as you wish little nymph."

That fucking nickname he called you because you loved to hide in the woods away from him. He usually found you but sometimes he didn't and that made you keep going back. With a roll of your eyes, you pushed open the doors to the massive room. One man that looked similar yet very different from Theodore sat on one side of the table across from your mother. Your father sat at the end of the table, overlooking all the area.

With only him there, your eyebrows furrowed. Where was Blaise and his family?

Theodore took notice of your disgruntled look and decided to whisper a snide remark in your ear. "Uh-oh, I guess no Mrs. Zabini for you. How tragic."

You felt your eyes tear up but you blinked a few times and glared once more at the tall man. If you can even call him a man. "I told you before to shove off, nott."

"Your wish is my command as I told you." With that he walked to the side of the table to sit beside the man who was most likely his father. Your eyes glanced to your parents - it was the biggest betrayal you had faced yet.

You chose not to speak even when Mr. Nott greeted you which earned a smack from your mother. You nodded slightly towards the older man whispering a subtle hello back, the scene made your father roll his eyes and groan before chuckling.

"Our little girl does not wish to get married but we know that you'll take good care of her Theodore."

Theodores eyes remained on you even as your father spoke to him but he responded nonetheless. "Very much I will."

Your father was such a liar. You did want to get married just not to this pathetic excuse of a man infront of you. His father hummed in response before taking in your appearance - nothing lacked from it. You had made sure of that earlier, there was nothing to nitpick at all. You wondered if Blaise and his family were here if they would treat you more kindly.

"This is the one you want, Theo?" His father asked eyeing his son who still had his gaze remained on you. It was too intense for you to stare back at him even if you wanted to - and you really didn't want to.

"Yes, no other will do." He responded making your father and mother rejoice. They were acting like you were a burden they were happy to get rid of, why they were doing such was baffling you. They had usually treated you with care, now it seemed they just wanted you gone.

It was time you picked your head up, you did so in defiance against your body. The glare you shot the blue eyed man made his all knowing smirk return, you mouthed a warning to him making him chuckle. Your parents glanced over before going back to eating in silence.

You smiled kindly at your parents and his when they did, but once they turned away you tried to kick Theodore underneath the table. He caught your foot and pulled making you fall from your chair - a loud echo of the bang made it more awkward than it should have been.

"[NAME]!" Your father shouted making you quickly shoot up from where you laid, his glare sent a shiver down your spine. "Apologize to our guests."

You caught sight of Theodore laughing behind his hand making you roll your eyes. Fucking idiot, you would kill yourself before the first year of marriage that was for sure. "I am deeply sorry for the abrupt distraction from dinner."

Mr.Nott only nodded before going back to eating, he glared to the side at his laughing son. "Eat your food, boy."

Theodore only let a lopsided smile out at his fathers words. "Yes, father right away." You saw him flick his wrist underneath the table - with that you fell once again but this time on top of Theodore and your food. You screamed in anger grabbing the leftover food from the bowl and throwing at him - he laughed and grabbed some of the food that fell on the floor and threw it back.

Both of your parents began to yell at the both of you but once he took off laughing - you followed him with some food in hand ready to strike.

When you finally cornered him, he turned around with that one look that he used multiple times. A look that says I won, what he thinks he won this time was beyond you. You had the high ground, the advantage by having loose food in your hand. You smirked at him.

"What's that look for huh? I won, not you, me!"

"I wouldn't be so sure of that, Mrs. Nott."

"Don't you ever call me that -"

"Would you prefer nymph? I always liked that one too, sadly for you I will not call you Mrs. Zabini anymore. Aww, dont be so-"

You threw the food towards him, it smacked straight onto his face. He stood there stunned for a moment before laughing. He quickly strutted over towards you making your eyes widened in panic. The next step was not planned out, a bit hasty on your part.

He grabbed your wrists and held them above your head - pushing you against the wall. "Make no mistake that you will be my wife, it is the ultimate joke I wish to play on you."

"Theodore Nott, let her go." His father stood at the end of the hallway, glaring down at his son. Your parents seemed to have anger written all over their face as you stared back at them already feeling defeated. You 'accidentally' stomped on Theodores feet, making him wince as you walked to your parents. They grabbed you by the ear and tugged you along. Theodore waved towards you with a smile - a smile you hated.

Your parents were really screwing you over with this marriage - they would never receive grandchildren if that is what they were hoping for. Theodore probably would blame you for it as well, claiming some sort of fucked up reasoning.

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"You have embarrassed us, [name]. You should be grateful that Theodore still wishes to marry you at all."

You held your head down in shame, perhaps you did let your emotions get the best of you but did you not deserve to stick up for yourself?

"I don't wish to get married to him!"

"You have no say in the matter - as long as you live under my roof you will do as I say!"

"What about when I live under their roof, hmm?"

"That is it, I have had enough of snarky little remarks. Once you leave here, you will be your husband's problem."

Your husbands problem?

A smirk took over your face as your father continued to lecture you. That was something you could definitely take advantage of, oh how theodore would regret the day he asked to marry you.

- A/N: this one is super short mostly because I just wanted to get it out nowwwwwwww sorryyyyy lmao I keep putting fanfics off

Part one of three i think???

The wedding was planned for mid July - two months from now. Theodore said a summer wedding in southern italy was the only acceptable place and time. You did not get to choose that at all, nor did you get to choose the theme of the wedding. Your parents just seem to kiss his father's ass and let him do whatever he pleases.

The only real choice you had was your wedding dress - and you would make sure to make that a living hell for everyone involved. Women you did not know were invited to watch you try on dresses, apparently they were his family.

You still not know why you had to entertain these strangers. This day should be about you, if you had married anyone else even Malfoy - he would have left you alone to do as you want. Fate, no, Theodore Nott seemed to want to ruin all happiness for you.

What had you even done to deserve his cruel punishment?

It started second year, completely unprovoked if you do say so yourself. His friends never did join in, most of the time they offered their sympathy. That is why it was confusing - if you had actually offended Theodore is some way then his friends would have surely joined in the bullying.

Your mother used to say that maybe he liked you, so you tried to be nicer to him and see if that was it. No, it was not. Your flirty little remarks were met with a fake date that ended with cruel laughter and insulting words that left you insecure for days. No, boys do not bully you if they like you. That is not love. A very hard lesson you learned from this experience.

You wanted to curl up and cry like you did back then. Though, if you did it would only mean more happiness for your husband. Something you would make sure he never had. You felt like a child for throwing a fit like this but who wouldn't? Especially if they were getting married to their bully.

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Your eyes sparkled as you tried on multiple different dresses, everyone was sort of exhausted by the amount that you had tried on. "I think we should go to a muggle wedding store!"

Shocked gasps filled the room, you suppressed the smile that threatened to release itself. "Oh yeah, I heard they're more slutty than anything you've ever seen before."

You could have sworn one of the women had passed out, your mother glared at you. She called you out by your full name making you wince but still hold your ground.

"What? A girl wants to look good for her husband, doesn't she?"

That seemed to make your mother relax a little, even the other women let out little laughs. "I promise it'll be our secret, I won't tell any of your husbands or fathers or whoever else thinks they can control you."

This was another downside to being married to a pureblooded man, he thought he could control his wife.

Your wedding dress did go smoothly, which is not what you were hoping for but you found comfort in it. The one thing in your life you could control.

They all seemed to agree now - even your pruddish mother seemed on board.

"Alright, no telling the men - they're all so dramatic anyways." A girl spoke, she looked somewhat similar to Theodore in a way but much prettier in your opinion.

This is how you would take over the Nott family, you smirked at the thought. Once the women turn, the men will soon follow.

The next was to take over the engagement party that was the day before your wedding, gain connections to bring Theodores ruin. A very cunning ambition but what could you say? You were placed in Slytherin for good reason.

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This party seemed like a prank, you wouldn't put it past Theodore to do that but your parents wouldn't do that to you. And his father seemed like a very strict man - he would never allow this to be a fake wedding. In a way, it was solely based on the fact Theodore was doing this to make your life miserable.

You stood infront of the mirror as your mother fixed the dress with a random maid doing your hair while another did your makeup. You felt like such a fool for getting into this situation - perhaps if you had gotten married sooner or ran away to marry a muggle. If only you had paid more attention in divination, this could have been avoided.

It would be hard to believe that your bully was going to force you to marry him though. You doubt you would have believed it back then, on top of that youre not sure that divination even works like.

"[Name]!" You heard your mother raised voice as she spoke your name. Your eyes snapped to hers - staring at her through the mirror. She smiled from behind you, grasping your shoulders putting her chin on your shoulder.

"Nervous, hmm? I was quite nervous to marry your father, it will get easier with time. Besides, this is not even the wedding! Just the engagement party, the real magic begins tomorrow at dusk."

You tried to drone out what she was saying, still upset with her for ever agreeing to this in the first place. Your eyes left hers as you looked at yourself looking very pretty, but it felt like no matter how pretty you were; Theodore would make sure to mention the flaws. Though, he only ever brought up your looks two times before in the past, it still stung. You would have forgiven and forgotten about it if he had just left you alone.

As you made your way down the stairs, you felt your stomach drop as there was vast amount of unfamiliar faces, it was making you nauseous. All these people rejoicing the arranged marriage that was not wanted on your part.

People began to whisper amongst themselves as they took you in, the beautiful bride to be some had said. You did look quite beautiful.

All of the comments seemed to be nice so you put on a bright smile. Forgetting the earlier feeling of anxiety, this was your party. Might as well have some fun.

Theodore eyes were on you the moment you entered the room, his smirk completely vanished when he saw you smiling. You waved, it was a little condescending but you couldn't help it. The smirk that fell from his lips seem to grow on you, your eyes narrowed as you grabbed a glass of wine. Mouthing a 'cheers' to him, he stood from the seat that was overlooking the party. He briskly walked towards you grabbing the cup from your hand, "Shall we dance?" He placed the wine on the table and tugged you towards the dance floor.

The song that began to play was slow, you never did like slow songs. "You didn't even give me time to respond."

"Then respond." He already began to lead you in the dance, his smirk returned while yours became a scowl.

"I would have said no."

"I know which is why I took the liberty of saying yes for you."

"I hate you."

"Mmm, that is music to my ears."

He spun you around and when you rolled back into his arms, you purposely stepped on his foot with your heel. He winced but his smirk remained. Once he spun you again, you would step on it once more - over and over again until he let you go.

"You're being very rude to me, cara mia. Is something the matter?" He chuckled as you rolled your eyes at the sarcastic question.

"Am I?" You stomped your heel into him again, only making his chuckle turn into a laugh. "The matter is you."

"I see." He held your waist tighter now, it seemed almost possessive in a way. Knowing him, it more than likely was. "How can I fix that?" He leaned to whisper in your ear giving it a small little kiss, you heard women gushing about it and men laughing. This was all for show, wasn't it?

"By letting me go." You pulled away and tried to walk off but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you right back into his own arms.

"I don't want to."

"Yes well, sometimes we don't always get what we want." You ripped yourself from his arms and he let go abruptly making you stumble back and fall. Your body hit a little too hard into a table causing you to fall, the wine glass that was sat on the edge fell down on top of you. People gasped and began whispering mean things, not about Theodore but about you. You felt your eyes swell with tears as you glared at the man you were engaged to.

He stared back in shock, you stood up and took off down the hall.

As soon as you found an empty bathroom, you rushed inside curling into the ball you had wanted to be earlier. He always is humiliating you, why must he do so in front of a crowd of strangers who are meant to be family tomorrow?

After what felt like eternity of trying to calm your heart rate down, the door opened to reveal the man you despised the most.

He stared at you for a moment or so before you spoke up.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer."

Instead of actually pulling out a camera lile you expected, he spoke gently.

"Would you like to marry someone else?" He asked, bending down to come eye to eye with you as you sat on the floor of the bathroom.

You stared at him feeling hopeful for the first time in what felt like forever. But before you could say anything, he wiped your tears with his thumbs. His thumbs began to drag down to your lips, pulling them apart slightly. His eyes stared at them before looking you in your eyes again. "If so that is too bad because I won't allow it. You can call me selfish and mean all you would like but I already made claim that you're mine long before this moment."

He stood from his position, taking the warmth from his hands with him. He stared down at you for some time as if waiting for you to say something- anything but when you remained silent he turned on his heel. Once he opened the door, he stood with his back to you. "Wipe the rest of your tears and meet me downstairs, we still have guests."

You grabbed the toilet paper roll and threw it at him screaming in frustration, he closed the door before it hit him. After a minute or two, you stood up to look at yourself in the mirror. Mrs. Nott - a name that would always belong to you even in death. In less than twenty four hours, you would condemned to that name.

When you finally made it back to the party, people began to whisper again. Staring at the little stain on your dress, magic had been able to get a majority of it out but if you still needed a cleaning. Theodore walked over to you grabbing your hand, before walking to the seating that overlooked the party. There was only two seats - one for you and one for him. Once he stood on the podium, he gathered everyone's attention.

People looked at the both of you, some snickering about the stain while others remained silent.

"I would just like to say thank you so very much for attending our party, we hope to host many of you again in the future."

People seemed confused by what he meant when he said many, that was until he spoke again.

"By that I mean, if any of you laughed at my wife - you surely have no business being in our lives. Leave immediately or I will resort to less nicer methods."

Shocked gasps left quite a few mouths, but the majority of people seemed to get the idea. The Notts were a very powerful family - in more ways than one. The wealth, the connections, their power, and most importantly the way they always kept their word.

You stared at him completely shocked by him defending you. Merlin, you think your heart skipped a beat in a sort of fucked up way. "Theo-"

He looked over at you and smirked. "What? Are you in love with me now? Don't flatter yourself, I only had to make sure they respect the future woman of the house."

You rolled your eyes. "Of course," You smiled a little at him. "Thank you, Nott."

He squeezed your hand ever so gently before letting it go and walking to his seat, you accompanied him.

When you did sit down, he turned his attention back to you. "You're welcome, Mrs. Nott."

"Gross."

He laughed while you smiled at the sound of it.

PREVIEW FOR NEXT CHAPTER:

SLIGHT SMUT - not extreme tbh

The both of you fought for dominance in the bed, this time you would be sure to win. Winning was something your husband loved to do so you would take it from him.

You straddled him holding his arms down with your own as you both kissed one another, he didnt seem to be fighting much but he did manage to get his arms loose. He quickly cupped your cheeks pulling you closer to him before running his fingers through your hair and pulling at it.

When you grinded down on him, he suppressed a moan - his dark blue eyes stared at you differently than all those times before. This one looked somehow more deranged. "You're not going to be the one to fuck me, but I enjoy the confidence."

You were slightly out of breath from all the kissing and movements that had both of you moaning from the friction. You glared down at him making him grin ear to ear. "You think you'll be the one to do it?"

He flipped you over with a thud. You immediately began to put up a fight to be back on top again. He leaned towards your ear - holding your wrists above your head like he did back at your manor. "I know I will." He pulled away and stood up from the bed fixing his tie. "I have a business meeting soon, so get out of my room."

Your eyebrows furrowed in anger. He was treating you like a common slut and as if what had just happened meant nothing. With a groan, you rolled onto your feet and off his bed that seemed too big for one man. You began to fix your hair so that you may look presentable should anyone be outside the room.

His smirked and ruffled the hair you just fixed making you start swatting at his hands - he grabbed ahold of your own hands. "Aww, is my dear wife so incredibly horny for me that she has to throw a fit like a child when I don't give her my cock?"

"You use run on sentences in your speech, fix that." You ripped your hands from his own and made your way to the door. His footsteps from behind you should have scared you but they didn't anymore. That was a little mistake on your part, he quickly pushed you against the door.

"You should fix your mouth. I am your husband now, you have to respect me."

"What is there to respect?" You giggled out but as soon as you saw the same deranged look in his eyes, you knew you messed up.

For once, he did not take any action against you. Instead he straightened his posture and spoke, "We have a little party tonight - I expect you to get cleaned up and dressed accordingly."

"Why are speaking so-"

He pushed you through his bedroom door and closed it, he simply ignored you as he walked down the steps. Your eyes remained firmly on him as he left out of sight. Of course, he would tell you last minute of some party. And was he speaking like your parents did, he was your equal not elder.

And why another party?

It felt like that one you had before your wedding was just yesterday.