Theodore Nott x Bree Thorne

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Smut warning

Bree's POV

I have my first tutor session with Professor Nott this morning. Mari insisted she'd drop me off in the library. I feel like a toddler on her way to nursery. Truth is I really need these sessions. If Nott's the one to get my grade up so be it. However because it is Nott we're gonna have to be extra careful. I don't really care if we do anything, but i need at least an hour of learning today. Mari is more nervous than I am. She thinks I'm gonna manipulate him or something weird. 

"All I'm saying is you two are very hot people, putting you in a confined space and not expecting you to do anything is crazy." She shrugs as we reach the stop. 

"Thanks Mari." I raise my eyebrows. She's trying to reassure me that if I do do anything with him it's completely okay. "I think I can go in the library by myself now."

"Okay" she smiles and pinches my arm. "Have fun" She says excitedly walking off in the opposite direction. 

I let out a laugh as I step into the library. I can't see Nott, but I wouldn't expect him to be at the front of the library. I find my way to him easily. I can smell the cigarette smoke for one. He's manspreading on the chair. One hand rotating a quill on the desk the other bringing the cigarette to his lips. His hair is all over the place and it doesn't look like he's slept at all. He's got his quidditch jersey on and the chain around his neck is hanging over it. God I love that chain. His eyes stare at the page, as he spaces out. We decided, if people were to ask to say we have an extra credit project together. It doesn't matter if people don't believe us, they won't ask. We won't tell. Best case scenario is that they just think we're hooking up. It leaves less questions. 

I walk towards him and sit on the chair next to him. He snaps out of his daydream, soft eyes turning to me as a small smiles forms on his lips. "Morning." He says in a low voice. 

"Morning." I say pulling out my books. "Whats the first lesson on professor?" 

"Well based on your last test you really don't understand the concept of Angel's Trumpet drought."

"I love when you talk dirty to me." I smile sarcastically. "Get to the point Nott."

He lets out a small laugh "So that's what we're looking at." He says adjusting himself in his chair, to look at me better. "Anything you remember about it?" He asks taking a puff of smoke. 

"It's poisonous?" 

"Yeah. Anything else?" He asks flicking through the pages of the textbook. 

"It's deadly?" I say. Why don't I remember this? 

His eyes turn back to me, boring into mine. "So the core ingredient is Angel's Trumpet. It's a dangerous flowering plant that grows in east Africa. The first person to discover it was Menelaus Gutternburg. It was discovered in the Victorian Era and became very popular. His wife created the potion and he instantly became a millionaire until his 6 year old daughter drank it and he killed himself."

"Sounds like a sweet family."

"Bree" He looks at me hard, like he's trying to decipher if I'm listening. And I am. Well I was before he touched his necklace. Then I focused on that. Truth is he could tell me anything and I'd remember. I feel hot under his gaze as I take my leather jacket off. 

"I'm listening Nott." 

"Good." I feel instantly validated. Like him saying i did something well healed me. God that's a red flag. "Two other main ingredients you need to remember is Basilisk scale & Sand from the dunes of Agean sea." I nod to let him know I'm listening. He looks so passionate talking about his interests. I wonder if he looks like this when he speaks about me. He's so cute. He takes another drag of the cigarette "The only way you can make the potion and mix the substances is through Dragon fire. Namely the Chinese Fireball. You basically put the three ingredients and a few others into a large cauldron and let the Dragon heat it up. Are you getting this?" He asks.