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Harry and Theo's First Date <3

There were many words one could use to describe Theodore Atticus Nott.

Chaotic

Happy.

Vivacious.

Loud.

Pretty.

Cunning.

Flirty.

CHAOTIC.

But ‘Brave’ and ‘Loved’ didn’t usually fall on that list of words.

Until they did.

Theo was no stranger to pain, both physical and emotional.

His heart broke the first time he heard and saw his father beat his mother. His mother, who loved him unconditionally. His mother, who was the brightest, loveliest person he ever knew.

His heart broke again when he returned home from Hogwarts for Yule Break that first year and found out his father had beat his mother literally to death.

And again, when his father, drunk beyond words, turned his hand and his wand on Theo.

Then all of the words that could be used to describe Theo disappeared one right after the other until all that was left was quiet.

Anxious.

Trapped.

Lonely.

Abused.

He spent the next six and a half years enduring physical and emotional and mental abuse that no child should have to experience.

And ever so slowly, the Theodore Nott that got on the Hogwarts Express on 1^st September 1991, shriveled up and hid away in the darkest corners of his mind, trying to protect what little self he had left.

So, when Harry Freaking Potter came back from the dead for a second time, and defeated the Dar- Voldemort for the final time, and his father’s dead body was found, lined up with the rest of the fallen Witches and Wizards in the Great Hall…

Well, Theo thought that maybe he could be all of those things again.

Happy.

Vivacious.

Loud.

Pretty.

Cunning.

Flirty.

Chaotic.

But also, perhaps he could be more.

Perhaps, he could be Brave.

So, when Harry Freaking Potter and Hermione Freaking Granger walked into The Jasmine Elixir looking like perfect little Pureblood Heirs on that fateful day in July, Theo decided he wasn’t just going to be Brave; he was also going to be Loved.

He put in the time and effort over the next few months until Hermione admitted that he was her best friend, and while he Loved that, the feeling didn’t hold a candle to the Bravery he felt when he snogged and rutted against Harry Freaking Potter in the little alcove halfway between the library and the 8^th Years Common Room and then proceeded to ask The Chosen One on a date.

He was feeling quite content, nay, he was pleased as punch to be walking down the main street of Hogsmeade, his hand entwined with Harry’s.

The blustery wind sending spirals of tiny snowflakes around them was adding to the magic of the moment. He couldn’t tell if the redness of Harry’s cheeks was due to the weather or the most attractive blush he had ever seen.

Regardless, it was a look he hoped to always incite in him.

“Darling, I’m so glad you agreed to go on this date with me.” Theo smirked coyly at Harry.

And there’s the answer to Theo’s previous enquiry: It wasn’t the wind leaving that lovely shade of red on Harry’s perfect cheeks, but his own bloody good looks and personality.

His rotten father was good for one thing at least.

“I—Of cou-course Theo.” Harry squeaked out, eyes closed as the blush grew in intensity, before clearing his throat and turning to look at him. “I’m having the best time with you, even if all we’ve done is walk down the street so far.”

“Well, Sweetheart, if there’s anything I can do to…prick your interest, you just let me know, Darling. I’m willing to put in the hard work.” Theo knew his smirk was downright dirty at this current moment, but couldn’t help but lean in to nip at Harry’s ear lobe and whisper the last bit, “Okay, Baby?”

Theo was close enough that he could feel Harry’s body shudder violently at the implications.

Harry nodded his head furiously, gulping around an audible lump in his throat, his face now flaming red.

Theo thought he’d never been more attractive than he was right now.

“Oh! Darling, look! Spintwitches! I did promise to take you in here…that is, if you still want to?” Theo smiled faux-innocently.

“Uh-um yes. Yes, I, I would.” Harry cutely stumbled over his words.

Merlin, but wasn’t he just the cutest thing wrapped up in red and gold.

Bless, and The Dar-Voldemort had feared him? Theo wanted to just eat him up…in whatever way he would consent to.

“Oh, my Godric, is that the Firebolt V2?!” Harry gasped as they entered the store. “I thought they wouldn’t release this until next year?! It’s supposed to be the fastest broom in the market, completely outpacing The Nimbus 2001 and the original Firebolt!”

“The handle looks so sturdy and thick; you will definitely need both hands to grip it tightly when you ride it.” Theo whispered hotly in his ear, but Harry, still in a daze from admiring the new racing broom, wasn’t picking up on any of the innuendos, just silently nodding along with everything Theo said.

Theo chuckled, just as enamored with this version of Harry as he was with the blushing, stuttering cutesy version of Harry, and the wanton version of Harry he had the pleasure of witnessing in that alcove, as well as the brave war hero version he witnessed in May, and also the patient version of Harry that spent hours every Saturday trying to teach him the Patronus Charm…

Well, shall we just say that Theo was damnably smitten with all of Harry.

“You lads checking out the new broom model too, eh?” the salesclerk asked as she walked over to them. “It’s a display model only, doesn’t have any of the approved charms or modifications, you’d have a better time of using it to clean than fly. The company sent them out to everyone last week to promote their sales. There’s a preorder list available at the till if you’re interested.”

“Thank you, ma’am, we will keep that in mind!” Theo smiled kindly at the Witch as she walked away to help another customer.

“Let’s go, Harry, didn’t you say you wanted to get a new pair of gloves?”

Theo pulled Harry further back into the store, and once they were tucked away into a back corner, far from any windows or the entrance or direct view of the till, Theo turned and tucked Harry’s body between himself and the wall.

“Oh Sweetheart,” Theo cooed as he leaned down and kissed a light trail of kisses up Harry’s neck. “Seeing you get excited over that broom, viscerally reminded me of when you got excited over my own hard,” Theo punctuated his word with a deliberate grinding of his stiff prick against Harry’s growing erection. “Shaft. And I assure you, Darling, that it’s available to ride at any moment. No preorder list necessary, Baby.”

Theo nipped at Harry’s earlobe, and the combination of that and the slow grinding of their cocks, pulled a long, low moan from the back of Harry’s throat.

“Theoooo…” Harry whined, his eyes rolling back.

Theo chuckled under his breath as he leaned down to press soft kisses against Harry’s mouth until he responded. Their lips locked in a hard caress, tongues peeking out to lap the other’s lips before Theo nipped Harry’s lower lip, causing a gasp to escape. Theo took advantage of the moment and thrust his tongue into Harry’s mouth, tracing his teeth and gums and mapping out the inside of his mouth.

Harry pulled back panting, leaning his head back against the wall as Theo trailed kisses across his cheek, down his jaw to trail down his neck, stopping at that special spot in the crook of his neck, biting down on it and then sucking the spot into his mouth, running his tongue over it to soothe the sting. Theo placed one last soft kiss against that spot, before standing back up to his full height, reluctantly pulling his hips back from Harry’s.

“I’m sorry, Baby.” Theo cupped Harry’s face in his hands and leaned down to place a tender kiss on the tip of Harry’s nose. “I lost myself there for a moment and took things a litter further than I meant to.”

“’s’okay.” Harry mumbled, a warm blush on his cheeks. “I didn’t mind…actually…I really liked it.”

Theo chuckled.

“Oh, Baby, I know you did. I did too, but it’s just not proper to snog in public on the first date.”

“Is this another of those stupid Pureblood rules?” Harry groused.

Theo laughed jovially.

“Oh, Darling, no, it’s a regular rule. Courtesy is more like it. I haven’t even asked you to be my boyfriend yet, and I’m already rutting against you in the back corner of Spintwitches like a randy little 4^th year.” He snickered.

“Then ask me.” Harry looked him straight in the eyes, not a single ounce of amusement in his tone or his gaze. Theo returned his gaze with slightly bewildered eyes.

“Wh-what?” he asked, shocked.

“Ask me. To be your boyfriend. So, we can continue rutting like randy 4^th years as you so eloquently put it.”

Theo bit his lower lip as he stared at Harry, his heart was in his fucking throat.

“Sweetheart…you can’t joke like that with me…I don’t think I could cope if you didn’t mean it.”

“I’m not joking, Theo. I do mean it.” Harry’s brow was pinched with the effort to make Theo see he was serious. “I love what we did in the alcove the other night, what we were doing just now.”

Theo’s brow screwed up with doubt and he felt his heart sink like lead into his stomach. Of course, Harry only wanted to be with him for his bloody prick.

“But” Harry interrupted his thoughts of doubt and self-loathing. “I also love it when we’re studying with my sister and our friends, and I love our alone time too, when I’m teaching you the Patronus charm, and your laugh, Theo. Your laugh is like…it’s like the sweetest sound I have ever heard, and it’s something I want to hear for the rest of my life, I don’t ever want to be with—”

Theo dove forward and captured Harry’s lips with his own, tightening his grip on Harry’s face and tilting his head to the side to deepen the kiss.

There was no grinding, no love bites, no innuendos. Just pure love between them. Harry’s arms reached up to wrap around Theo’s neck as he put his entire heart into the kiss.

Theo’s eyes were closed tightly but not tight enough to prevent two tears from slipping out and trailing down his face.

Eventually they had to part to breathe, and Theo pressed his forehead against Harry’s, not wanting to part very far. He slowly opened his eyes, his breathing still a bit jagged, and saw Harry looking back at him, a soft smile on his swollen lips.

“Go out with me, live in sin with me, be my boyfriend, be my whatever, be my everything. I cannot stand another moment to be without you.” Theo gasped, words falling from his lips now that his tight control on his heart was broken.

Harry chuckled softly at first, and then eventually it turned into the most beautiful sound Theo had ever heard. He too, wanted to hear this sound for the rest of his life—

“Yes! Yes…I’ll go out with you, or live in sin, or be your boyfriend or your whatever, and I’ll definitely be your everything. As long as you’ll be all of those for me too.”

Theo could feel his face split with the brilliance of his grin, before it settled into the most shite-eating smirk he had ever conjured.

“I don’t know Potter, that’s a lot to ask, and so far, all you’ve done is compromise my character—”

Harry gasped, reaching out to smack Theo’s chest a few times indignantly. Theo broke out into raucous laughter, pulling his arms back to block Harry’s hits.

“Okay, okay! I was just joking!” Theo laughed as Harry stopped smacking him and instead wrapped his arms around his waist and burrowed into Theo’s chest. Theo smiled softly as he wrapped his arms around Harry’s shoulders and pulled him in closer. “I will, Harry, of course I will. We will be each other’s everything.”

So, yes. There were a lot of words one could use to describe Theo, most prominently were happy, vivacious, loud, pretty, cunning, flirty, and chaotic.

But.

Now that list could also include Brave and Loved, because Theo was certain that he had never felt braver than he was when he was being loved by Harry Freaking Potter.