Fandom: Harry Potter

Includes:
- Theodore Nott

Base of the story: You and Theodore have been enemies since first year, you're both now fifth years and still absolutely despise each other. One day you walked into the slytherin common room with your head down and Theodore and his friends went over and shoved you against a wall. As soon as Theodore saw your face, you had a bruised eye and a cut on your upper lip, he immediately got angry

Who did this to you?!" He angrily asks

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I flinched back at his angry tone, why does he suddenly care who did this to me? Why is it suddenly his business anyways.

"like you care, and it's not your business anyway" I huffed

Then tried to walk past them all. He stepped in front of you, blocking your path with his arm against the wall.

"I asked you a question. Who the fuck hit you? Was it someone from your own house or did some idiot from another house think they could mess with a Slytherin?" He hissed

I wasn't happy about what happened to me, not that I didn't fight back, but it didn't last long because it didn't matter anymore, I wasn't even happy to be here anymore, Theodore made Hogwarts hell for me so why is he suddenly showing me a semi caring side.

"like I said it's none of your business Theodore" I hissed and pushed past or tried to again

He grabbed your arm firmly but not painfully, stopping you from moving.

"For once in our lives, shut the fuck up and listen to me." His voice was low and serious

his hand still gripping your arm.

"That cut... it's deep." He said sounding as if he actually cared

I grew angrier this time, how dare eh shout at me and act as if this matters to him, I bet if I tell him the truth he'll go right back to being rude to me and I didn't need that right now, not at the moment.

"don't fucking touch me" I snapped

ripping my hand from his grasp and this time I was successful in getting out of his way and went straight to my dorm shutting and locking it. He watched you storm off to your dorm room, his eyes lingering on the locked door. He ran a hand through his hair, frustration written all over his face. His friends were looking at him like he was crazy, he never cared about you before, so why now?

"Fuck." He snapped

I ripped off my clothes and looked at myself in the mirror my eyes closed as I took in deep breaths as tears formed in my eyes, when I opened my eyes again I saw all the marks that were covering my body, comrac had done a number on me, a boy from Gryffindor who played quidditch with the Gryffindor team, he didn't just beat me, I did fight back at first it wasn't until he's friends held me down did I realize there was no way out that fighting only made it worse and as I was pinned down in the forest by his friends and he took the opportunity to rape me too, it wasn't just a beating he was pissed at me for being on the slytherin quidditch team he was pissed because
I had humiliated him in front of his team showing my skills.

so he got back at me when I was heading back from Hagrids hut tonight, and I couldn't do a damn thing about it, and as I looked in the mirror I refused to cry and I promised myself I wouldn't say a word especially not to Theodore fucking Nott the boy eh hates me for whatever god damn reason.

He paced outside your door for a few minutes before finally deciding he'd had enough. He didn't know why he cared, but something about the way you looked when you stormed off sat heavy in his chest. Without hesitation, he lifted his hand and knocked loudly on your door.

"Open the fucking door." He snapped

I jumped nervously as I heard the loud knocking and then his voice followed but I didn't move from my spot in the bathroom, I was practically naked and I wasn't even going to open the door for Theodore either even if I had clothes on, I mumbled a spell to but a barrier on the door so if he did knock it down he still couldn't get in unless I drop the spell. He knocked again, even louder this time. When there was no response, he tried the handle but found it locked. His friends were watching from a distance, confused and amused by his sudden interest in getting into your room. He pulled out his wand.

"Alohomora." He said casting the spell

I heard him unlock the door but I knew I was safe because of the spell I cast to block him out, it was a hard spell to cast but I was technically above in my year and my magic was strong so it was easier for me plus I was absolutely terrified of what he'd do and or say. The door unlocked with a soft click but didn't open. He pushed against it lightly, expecting it to give way but finding resistance instead. A frown creased his forehead as he realized something was blocking his entry magical or otherwise.

"What the fuck?" He muttered under his breath.

I sat on the bathroom floor just staring off into space as the memories of what happened rushed through my head and I couldn't stop the tears from falling, but never once did I drop the barrier spell blocking Theodore out of my room, he'd have to do a stronger spell to break it and there was only a few people who could do it, one of his friends could but I'd never say who. After several failed attempts to enter, Theodore's frustration grew. He pulled out his wand again, this time preparing a more complex spell - one that would break through any barrier you might have put in place. His friends watched with growing curiosity and amusement, wondering what was so important about getting into your room. but his spell didn't work, it was strong but not strong enough to break the spell I casted.

His spell hit the barrier and fizzled out harmlessly. He tried again, this time using an even more powerful incantation, but it still didn't break through. His friends exchanged confused glances, whispering amongst themselves about why he was so desperate to get inside.

Fuck!" He snapped

One of his friends, Blaise Zabini, stepped forward suddenly, his eyes narrowing as he studied the barrier. He was known for his exceptional magical abilities and understanding of complex spells.

"Theodore, let me try something." Blaise said calmly, pulling out his wand.

but Blaise spell backfired to, it wasn't Blaise who could break it, but there was someone, someone slightly older than us. Blaise's spell backfired spectacularly, sending a shower of sparks flying from the barrier before dying out. Theodore looked at Blaise, then back at the barrier, his frustration turning to confusion.

"Who the fuck could have cast something like this?" He muttered

"It's not like any locking spell I've ever seen."

I was smarter than I appeared to be, but I was a very powerful witch actually I was considered a Mesmer a witch that had various different abilities and one of my favorites was shifting into a few animals, so if push came to shove and he did end up getting through my spell I would shift into one of my animal forms and sneak away. Theodore ran a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated. He looked back at his friends, then at the barrier again. He knew he wasn't getting through without some serious magical firepower. He turned to Blaise and the others.

"Alright, fuck this" he said

I waited wanting to see if he actually could get someone to break through but so far no one was. He sighed heavily, realizing that he wasn't going to break through your barrier anytime soon. He turned to his friends.

"Let's go. This is fucking pointless." With a final glare at the door, he stormed off with his friends following closely behind

tears filled my eyes and my heart shattered more, I was proud of my spell but at the same time I wished he broke through why I wished that I wasn't sure, but I say there and didn't sleep that night nor did I leave my room the next day.

The next morning, Theodore showed up to breakfast looking annoyed and tired. His friends immediately noticed his mood and asked what was wrong.

"I couldn't get into that bitch's room last night with any spell I knew." He complained bitterly into his coffee.