Chéri || Fred Weasley

theo&clo

Theodore Nott had never believed in love. He hated everything that had to do with couples and romance and what not, until she came around. The task he was given was simple, get close to the youngest sister to lure Madeleine into joining Bellatrix. He didn't want to become one unlike Draco Malfoy, he was not proud of the mark in his arm. The moment he was given it, he returned back to the empty Nott Manor and scrubbed is arm in the shower until his skin gave out, trails of blood staining his skin even further as pain took all over his body. He didn't want to play a part in Bellatrix's sick scheme but he was left with no choice. His father had failed the Dark Lord and now at the age of sixteen, he had to pay the price.

Clotilde on the other hand was ruled by her heart rather than by her brain. She longed for a fairytale love story despite her sister's opinions since an early age. Growing up as the youngest of three, made the girl think that she was entitled to have everything she wanted just because she said so, which wasn't really her fault considering that Philippe and Cressida Archambeau spoiled their three children to no end but that was before that summer night in 1994.

Growing up, both Clo and Theo lived in two opposite worlds. Hers was pink and full of rainbows, colors and loving parents and his was simply grey. He didn't have a say in getting the mark or not, he was forced to and initially planned to just charm the girl to give Bellatrix what she wanted but he did not imagine that those piercing light blue eyes would melt away the thick ice walls built around his heart.

From their first encounter on the Hogwarts Express it all seemed like a blur to him. The biggest cliché ever, bumping into her and acting rude about it while she was nothing but nice. The lingering glances during the welcoming feast and the more prominent stares the following day during Slughorn's first class were twisting his heart from the inside out. It only took a week of innocent stares from her to make him fall head over heels, making him doubt everything that he was taught throughout all of his life.

September 9th, 1996
"Hey," Theo smiled and took a seat next to her in the empty library.

"Hi," the girl said hesitantly, "can I help you?"

"Well, this seat was empty so I figured you may want some company," he shrugged and put up his feet on the table.

"I didn't but, alright," she furrowed her brows slightly and smiled, "I don't mind."

"Has anyone ever told you that you're beautiful?" he blurted and his eyes locked with hers.

"They have, but thank you anyway," she chuckled, "I'm sorry if it sounds rude or something, but why are you talking to me?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well you're a Slytherin, I'm a Gryffindor and you're a pureblood and I'm not."

"Curious, I'm Nott," he grinned.

"Funny," she rolled her eyes playfully.

"Wanna come see something cool?"

"My parents always taught me not to wander off with strangers."

"So you think I'm a stranger then? What about all of the glances and stuff, you don't look at strangers that way," he said cockily.

"You surely do think that much of yourself, I could have been looking at someone else," Clo blushed.

"I don't think so, because Malfoy is your cousin, Crabbe and Goyle are as dumb as donkeys and I know that you and Zabini despise each other. Unless, you were looking at one of the girls but I also know that you and your friends hate Parkinson, Daphne, Bulstrode and Tracey," he said nonchalantly.