new girl (a New Girl by FINNEAS inspired fic)
theo doesn't have a crush. he merely likes the way you blush (fwb!theodore nott x reader)
a/n - not to brag but this is one of my fav fics ive written ahhh something about this song is so hot and enticingly addictive and its just sooo theo coded imo 🙈 please go listen to it if you havent I rlly tried embodying its vibe in the fic but im not sure if i did it justice hehe okay thats all enjoy :))
tropes/warnings - fwb!theo, slightly suggestive content, descriptions of reckless driving
word count - 2.5k
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Crush. Who's got a crush?
The sarcastic thought flitted through Theo's mind lazily. It was an uncomfortably warm day. The summer heat had swallowed Hogwarts whole. Thick and suffocating, it pressed against stone walls, curling into corridors, turning pages limp beneath ink-stained fingers. It was sweltering, the kind of sticky warmth that made tempers short and patience even shorter. Fiddling restlessly with a quill. Theo peeled his eyes away from a Transfiguration essay that compelled none of his attention and glanced around the stuffy room. That was when he first saw you.
You were sitting with your friends a few tables over, in a not entirely dissimilar manner from Theo and his friends. The stagnant air clung to your clammy skin, heavy and unmoving, coaxing sweat to gather at the nape of your neck. Your eyes were listlessly dragging across some book as you fanned yourself with a folded-up piece of parchment, a quiet huff escaping your lips as you tugged at the collar of your blouse. The sleeves were pushed up, exposing heat-flushed skin, a pink hue spreading down your throat, disappearing beneath fabric.
The quill stilled between his fingers.
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