𝐒𝐋𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓 | imagines

𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒

you cleaning up their wounds after they got into a fight

note: the trope is enemies to lovers;)

THEODORE NOTT:

theodore nott stood in the doorway of your bedroom, his expression a mix of urgency and reluctance. you look up from your book, your eyebrows furrowing at the sight of him.

"what are you doing here, nott?" you asked, your tone laced with suspicion.

theodore hesitated for a moment before finally speaking. "i... i need your help."

your eyes softened as you noticed the bloody scratch on his arm and the smear of blood on his cheek. "what happened to you?" you asked, concern evident in your voice as you stood up from your bed and approached him.

"i ... i got into a fight," theodore admitted, avoiding your gaze.

your heart sank at his words, but you pushed aside your own reservations. "come in," you said softly, stepping aside to let him into your room. luckily none of your dorm mates were here. "let me take a look at that."

theodore followed you inside, his eyes never leaving you. there was a tension in the air, palpable and electric, as you gently cleaned his wounds with a wet cloth. you couldn't help but notice the way his blue eyes seemed to pierce through you, sending shivers down your spine. you didn't dare to look up.

"you didn't have to do this," theodore murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

you shook your head, your fingers lingering on his skin as you cleaned his injuries. "i want to," you replied, your voice just as soft as his.

as you cleaned the deeper gash on his arm, theodore winced and let out a low hiss of pain. you couldn't help but smirk teasingly. "don't be such a baby," you teased, though your eyes sparkled with affection.

theodore's lips quirked up into a half-smile, despite the pain. "sorry," he muttered, his gaze softening as he looked at you.

once you finished cleaning his wounds, theodore reached out, gently cupping your chin in his hand. your breath caught in your throat as he leaned in, pressing his soft lips against yours in a tender kiss.

when you pulled away, there was a moment of silence between you, the air heavy with unspoken words and lingering emotions.

"you didn't have to thank me like that," you whispered, your cheeks flushing pink.

theodore chuckled softly, his thumb brushing against your cheek. "i wanted to," he replied, his voice filled with warmth.

you sat in comfortable silence for a moment, the tension between you slowly dissappearing as you gazed into each other's eyes.

"i'm glad you came here," you said finally, breaking the silence.

theodore smiled, his hand finding yours and intertwining their fingers. "so am i," he murmured, leaning in to press another gentle kiss to your lips, igniting a spark of longing and desire between you.

MATTHEO RIDDLE:

as you walk down the hallway of Hogwarts, you couldn't help but roll your eyes at the sight of mattheo riddle tangled up in yet another fight. it seemed like trouble followed him like a shadow, but despite your annoyance, you couldn't ignore the fact that he looked pretty roughed up. with a resigned sigh, you approached him.

"riddle, come with me," you said, your tone brooking no argument.

to your surprise, he only smirked and followed without protest, his swagger undiminished despite his injuries. you made our way to the prefects' bathroom in silence, the tension between you guys palpable.