***A/N*** Hello everyone! I'm baaaaaaaaaack! I really needed that little break to relax my brain and just I dunno, *be* for a bit. I say that like I didn't watch every single Marvel cinematic universe movie in order without breaks... or sleep.... I would not recommend trying it, it was literally the worst decision of my life. 50 hours of marvel is a lot in one sitting. Anyways, I'll be back to my regular upload schedule hopefully, which means one, maybe two new chapters a day, so keep an eye out! Lots and lots of love, enjoy! xx
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Nothing like Theseus right after winning a quidditch match.
It's the only time when he actually lets himself drink and talk to more than just me and Ophelia.
Course that means that I'm the one staying sober, or well, soberer than him so that I can keep an eye out on everything.
It's what he does for me when we are at parties so it's only fair.
"Darling!" Theseus stumbles over to me, making his way through the loud crowd of drunk students, "We're going to go fly!" His cheeks are flushed and he's got a crazed look in his eye so it's quite clear that he's completely out of it.
"I don't think flying after you've had a whole bottle of fire whiskey is a good idea darling," I say. I feel bad bursting his bubble like this but I don't want him getting hurt, "And last I heard there's going to be a thunderstorm soon."
Theseus groans and turns back to his friends... okay more like a few Hufflepuff boys waiting for him at the front of the room, "Sorry lads! The wife said no!"
"Theseus!" I swat his shoulder.
He looks at me very confused, "What? You said no so I'm not going and now you're hitting me!?"
"You said wife," I say to him, "You called me your bloody wife."
He shrugs, "So?"
"So? Darling, you know how I feel about you but wife...?"
"Do you not want to be my wife? Have constant access to all this?" He shimmies his shoulders as he walks towards me.
I laugh and he smiles before kissing me all over my face. He pulls away from me for just a moment, "When we do get married though. I want to change my name to yours and not the other way around. Bloody hate the Avery's, they haven't given me shit."
"Okay, we can talk about this again in a few years yeah?"
Theseus smiles and kisses my lips, cupping my face in both of his hands, "As long as you're there to have that conversation with me I don't care when we have it." He pulls me into a hug and holds me tight against him, "My wife."
"Not your wife," I laugh against his chest.
"Fine not wife, come dance with me," Theseus pulls away from our hug and drags me over to the dance floor.
"Dance with you? When have you ever voluntarily danced with anyone?" I ask, doing my best not to stumble over my own feet as Theseus pulls me along behind him.
"Just now," Theseus spins me around so that we are facing each other and pulls me into him by my hips, "Cause we won the match and I want to celebrate with my not-wife."
"You can just call me your girlfriend," I say putting my hands around his neck and interlocking my fingers.
"But you're more than my girlfriend at this point," Theseus grinds his hips into mine to the beat of the music, "And since you won't let me call you my wife..." Theseus leans down to my level and kisses my lips.
We dance for quite a bit, and as the non-Slytherins make their way back to their own common rooms in a drunken stupor I finally get Theseus into my dorm room and lying on my bed. I figure it would be easier to get him to sleep in my room given his separation anxiety really comes out in full force when he's in this state. And also, who cares what Georgette thinks. I saw her snog four guys tonight so she's clearly over Theseus.
That or she was trying to get his attention.
I'm not a hundred percent sure.
"Darling come down here," Theseus grabs at my shirt, "Come here and let me make love to you."
I laugh as I change into my pyjamas, "You're drunk. I'm not having sex with you when you're as drunk as you are and I'm sober."
"Then go have a few shots," Theseus pouts.
I huff and look down at him, "Theseus..."
"Yeah, I know... I'm sorry love."
I crawl over top of Theseus and curl up in the bed beside him. It's a tight squeeze but it's not like I take up too much space, or we aren't going to be sleeping practically on top of each other.
It takes a whole day for Theseus to get over his hangover and feel semi-normal so by Monday morning he can actually walk without feeling the urge to vomit all over himself or rely on Advil to say sane.
"I don't know why McGonagall doesn't just hire another History of Magic professor. I mean Binns has been here for centuries, his teachings are old." Hufflepuff student Cassian says as Theseus and I pass by him on the way into the class.
"You know what I sort of just remembered?" I ask Theseus as we take our seats.
"The time I rearranged your guts on that desk right there?" Theseus nods towards the professor's desk at the front of the classroom.
"I – what? No, you horny bastard. The fact that we have to write our NEWT exams in a few months. With the chaos of this year I nearly forgot about them."
"Not like you have to study, you know everything and anything." Theseus kisses my temple.
"No, but I want to study. I have to study. I can't let Freddie's NEWT results be better than mine. Or Ophelia for that matter."
Binns floats into the room, "Morning, morning, hello everyone, morning," He mutters, "Textbooks out, muggle doo-dads away. Today we are beginning our review for your NEWT examination for this class. Starting at the very beginning and working our way to our lesson last week. By the time we are finished, you should know the ins and outs of your magical history! Books open to chapter four please. And who want's to read out loud to the class?"
No one raises their hands.
"Very well... The first peoples were believed to have migrated to the Americas between 28 000 and 10 000 BCE..." Binns begins his droning on. Rather than him holding and reading the textbook, he recites it from memory. Which I mean, makes sense given he's been teaching this class since before he was dead and that was ages ago.
I dip my quill in ink and tap the excess off on the edge of my pot and begin to write what Binns is saying.
"You're not really taking notes on this stuff are you?" Theseus whispers into my ear, "You don't know it off by heart?"
"Oh, and you know it all by heart. I love you, but eat a sock." I whisper back.
Binns looks at the class, "How did these peoples migrate from Asia to the Americas?"
Theseus smirks at me and shoots his hand in the air. He doesn't wait for Binns to choose him before he answers, "A land bridge that is now currently covered by modern-day Bering Strait."
Binns nods and gives Theseus three points for the right answer, "And who can tell me why these peoples decided to use the land bridge...."
"Because broomsticks were not discovered nor invented yet. Neither was the concept of apparition." I say cutting off Binns. I get the same three points and look at Theseus with a smirk on my face.
"Oh, we're having one of those days eh?" Theseus whispers.
"We're having one of those days," I whisper back to him.
Theseus cracks his knuckles and rolls his head side to side, "Fine then."
For three hours, Theseus and I don't let anyone else besides Binns get a word in edgewise. A constant back and forth answers with snarky side comments mixed in that only we can hear.
By the time class is over and everyone is packing their things up for lunch my voice is hoarse and Theseus is annoyed that I managed to get the last question answered before him.
"I went easy on you," Theseus says as he packs his things.
"Or I'm just smarter than you."
He laughs, "I love you, but absolutely not."
"Oh absolutely. I wasn't the one that got the acceptable on the Defense Against the Dark Arts OWL." I shove all my things into my bag and stand up too.
"You paid attention to my OWL grades?" Theseus looks at me with one of his eyebrows raised.
"I paid attention to everyone's OWL grades, you're not special." I huff.
"Bloody liar."
"Truth. Honest truth."
"You know your lip twitches when you lie?"
I put my hand to my face as we make our way through the corridors, "It does not!"
"It really does."
"Okay, I have an idea," I say to him, "Strip studying."
Theseus laughs loudly, "Or we can just strip, then find a nice little corner in this corridor here, and have a bit of fun."
"In the corridor?"
"I've always wanted to fuck you in a corridor. Your back pressed against the wall, legs hooked around my waist, breath against my neck. You're little moans in my ear..." Theseus leans down to me and kisses my cheek, "The thought that at any second a professor could come around the corner and see us..."
"My uncle works here, I don't really think it's the greatest idea."
"Promise me that we will at least once, before we leave Hogwarts eh? You'll fuck me in Georgette's bed and I'll fuck you in the corridors."
Someone whistles behind us and we turn around to see Ophelia, Chandler, Ash, and some girl that I think dated Leah at one point.
"You'll fuck me in Georgette's bed," Chandler moans in a high-pitched way.
"And I'll fuck you in the corridor!" Leah moans loud and dramatic.
"Oh piss off the both of you," I say rolling my eyes.
The four of them pick up their pace and come over to me and Theseus, "You're saying you've never fucked my sister in the corridors Cee? Sounds a bit boring if you ask me."
"I fuck Leah in these corridors all the time," Ash sighs, "And in class, and at breakfast, lunch, and dinner... Your sisters a bottom by the way."
"I'll end your life, Ash." Ophelia jokes.
Chandler throws his arm around the other girl, "What about you Larkie? You want me to do what Theseus was saying to you at some point?"
The girl, Larkie I guess laughs, "No but I appreciate the offer."
"We're going to lunch, and you two should be too. I expect to see your smiling faces in the Great Hall or else I'll come looking for you." Leah laughs to herself, "If that's really how you two do dirty talk I'll never become an auntie."
The four of them skip off. Like actual skipping. With their arms linked together.
"Is that Chandler's girlfriend? I thought they broke up." Theseus says once they've gone.
"I dunno, Chandler's Ophelia's friend. Not mine."
We head into the Great Hall and manage to find a spot that doesn't have anyone that we know around, "So strip studying..." Theseus says as he fixes himself a sandwich.
"It was a dumb idea..."
"Nah, any idea that involves the possibility of seeing your tits is anything but a dumb idea."
I laugh and launch an apple slice at him. He catches it in his mouth and grins.
"It would just be back and forth questions from my study cards that I've made from my old notes, Mum's old notes, textbook readings... nothing drastic. Then whoever gets an answer wrong has to take off a bit of clothing," I say. Theseus puts half of the sandwich that he made for himself onto my plate, "I saw something like it in a muggle movie."
"Who would have thought that muggles came up with so many things."
"Uh, everyone love."
He takes a bite of his sandwich, "You know what I mean though. Like magical folk always just assumed that muggles were... pointless?"
"I don't actually... know what you mean," I take a bite of the sandwich that Theseus made for me. Just the way I like it too, pickles, onions, turkey, with mustard and mayo.
"Mother and Father always said that muggles were the reason there was so many... wrong things in the world. They even used to say that squibs were just muggle babies. That the muggles would sneak into our homes and switch out a magical baby with a muggle one."
I stare that Theseus blankly who just continues with his lunch.
"Mother and Father were so worried that I was a squib after the incident that they forced me to do 'accidental magic' by throwing different things at me as a kid and forcing me to either stop it or let it hit me. That's how this eye," He points to his left eye, which has a slight scar running through his eyebrow and down to his eyelid, "split open."
I hate the fact that he can talk about his trauma so casually, like it is the most normal thing in the world. The only time Dad threw something at me was when we were playing muggle baseball in the backyard cause I saw it on the telly and wanted to try. He hit my in cheek and cried harder than I did for hurting me.
But I know that it is a way he copes with the things that happened to him. He spent so long hiding it all from the world, not being in a safe space to tell those around him what was really going on. But with me, he feels safe. And I'm so thrilled that he does but I hate when he tells me things that his parents did to him. I hate it so much.
"What incident?" I ask.
Theseus looks up at me, "Hm?"
"You said 'they thought you were a squib after the incident.' What incident?"
Theseus takes a drink from his cup, "I could have sworn I told you."
"Nope."
Theseus shrugs, "It happened when I was little so I hardly remember what actually happened. But I had an older sister when I was like three or something, she was seven, which is when you get the letter to the Greek school of magic. But hers never came," Theseus pours himself another drink, "Father didn't want the other sacred twenty-eight to find out that he had a squib daughter so he got rid of her, the killing curse I'm pretty sure. I don't even remember her name honestly, no one ever talked about her after that."
My eyes gloss over. I don't think I could have heard that properly. There was no way I just heard my boyfriend say that his parents killed his sister because she was a squib and then just... never spoke about her again.
"Theseus..."
He waves me off, "I don't remember it so please don't 'Theseus' me darling. How am I supposed to be upset over something that I can't really remember happening? All I know is that I had a sister, and then I was an only child." He looks at me and can tell that I want to ask more questions, "Drop it, yeah?"
"Uh, yeah. Sorry I asked."
He shrugs, "Sorry I didn't tell you. Could have sworn I did when you asked if I had any siblings."
Theseus goes back to how fantastic he thinks muggles are for coming up with a game that has to do with stripping but I just can't get myself into the mood I was when we first started our meal. I mean... he has... had a sister and his parents just...
Theseus walks me to my Ancient Ruins class with his arm over my shoulders, "I think we could make a whole common room thing over it. The strip studying. I mean course I don't want anyone else to see you half-naked, but you're smart enough to keep your clothes on."
We reach the classroom door and I stand on my tip-toes to peck Theseus on the cheek, "I'll see you after class."
"I'll be waiting right here for you darling. I'll see if Leah is around so maybe she can help me with this whole studying session thing. She knows more people than I do." He kisses me on the lips three times quickly before heading off down the corridor.
I'm not really in the mood for a big year-wide strip study session after our conversation at lunch but what am I to say? No thanks darling, the idea that your parents killed off your sister when she was seven years old sort of put me in a bad mood even though it's not my trauma to deal with it's yours?
Cause that's going to go over well.
I go into the classroom and slip into my seat, hoping that studying ancient ruins might take my mind off of it all.
It doesn't by the way.
By the time the bell rings and class is dismissed I've made my mind up. I'll just tell Theseus that I would really rather just study with him alone in my dorm, or without him if he wants that. But when I walk out of my classroom and see his smiling face which is a rare sight in public. He pulls me in for a hug and peppers my face with kisses, "Leah's done her magic. Seventh-year Slytherins plus their partners if they have them are meeting in the common room tonight. Fire whiskey optional, studying cards necessary."
Looking at him, I can't tell him that I'm not in the mood. He's so happy, so proud of himself that he came up with this idea. I push all the things that I'm feeling deep into my chest and put on a smile, pretending that nothing is the matter. Pretending that I'm not worried about Theseus and how much of his childhood his brain has just decided to seal off and forget about. I stand on my tip-toes and Theseus helps out a bit by crouching down slightly. I kiss the tip of his nose and sigh,
"Can't wait."