Theodore Nott x Bree Thorne

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Bree's POV - Day 1 

I've hardly left Theo's side for the rest of the term. We managed to keep our grades above 80% in every subject and there's no way I'm letting them slip back down. 

Thankfully, we're leaving for the Easter holidays, which means me and Theo for three weeks in Italy! I asked my parents for permission weeks ago, it's not like my dad was going to be there anyway? And my mum wanted to visit her sister in Romania so it worked out. 

Theo's lugging my trunk onto the train as I chat to Mari. I'm half listening to her and half watching his arms flex as he moves. "You're not even listening" Mari sighs. 

"I am." I look over to her, as her brown eyes look at me with suspicion. "You were saying that Blaise is going to South Africa and you'll just be in Hogsmede and everyone's going on these fun holidays and you're not."

"It's not my fault I'm poor!" She groans. 

"I think you'll survive." I laugh as Theo's gaze finds mine. Hazel eyes glimmering in the sunlight. "I have to go. Your Easter egg is in our dorm" I say wrapping her in a hug.

"I packed yours" she smiles. 

I let go of her, letting out a laugh as I follow Theo onto the train. I wave at her as the train moves away. Draco left a day early, his mum is taking him to America although he claims he hates it there. How would he know? He's never been. 

Theo smiles down at me as his hand guides me, it rests on my lower back. He find us a private carriage and plops down on the seat, pulling me to his side. I laugh as he wraps his arms around my waist. "You're going to love Italy, Cara"  He brushes a loose strand of my hair back. "Especially Nonna's cooking"

I'd been eating better, honestly. I'm still not back to how I was before, but the weight had been coming back on slowly. Theo's been amazing, trying to introduce food back into my diet slowly. A trip to Italy is just what I need. I always preferred Italian.

I sleep on Theo's shoulder all the way to King's Cross station. He wakes me up with gentle strokes on my cheek and whispering my name. We walk of the train and into the station. Theo holds our trunks again, being a gentleman. I walk beside him. "I've never seen the Italian Portkey before" 

"It's not the Portkey that's the fun part Bree." He smiles excitedly, his pace naturally picking up as energy runs through his body and I'm struggling to keep up.  He reaches a door and waits for me expectantly. "Struggling to keep up, Thorne?" He teases 

I roll my eyes as he swings open the door. "Go away, you have really long legs."

 He laughs gently. 

The travelling office is small, I've been here a few times to get to different countries, but I've never known what the Portkey to Italy looks like. Theo flicks through the draws of the desk looking for it as my eyes glaze over the Eiffel Tower keychain - one of the French Portkey's. A case of beer - the Irish Portkey. 

"Bree." Theo says holding the cases together, he's looking over a draw as his eyes point at it. It's a tiny golden necklace, simple but clearly heavy. "Hold my hand." He instructs. I do as I'm told as his large hand laces with mine. 

He touches the Portkey. 

I've used one before, many times and it always feels like I'm being ripped into multiple different directions. My head spins then it suddenly stops, as Theo catches me in his arms. 

My eyes blink open as Theo laughs and puts me down on the floor. He's covered in flour as am I. We're in a kitchen as I see dozens of ingredients piled next to me. He doesn't seem fazed, he reaches over to my eyelids to remove some of the flour before walking out of this pantry.