Theodore Nott x Bree Thorne

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Bree's POV - SMUT warning

I HATE EXAMS.

AND OWLS WERE THE WORST KIND. 

I had my first one tomorrow morning and I was STRESSED. All I needed were E's. E's were 'exceeded expectations' and that's what my father wants from me. An A', which is 'acceptable' would do. And if I could get and O 'outstanding' I might die. 

I could not get bellow an A. P,D & T would be frowned upon and I'm freaking out. 

Although I managed to keep my tests above 80%, OWLS were different OWLS were final. And I was shitting bricks. 

Theo was predicted O's. And he knew he would get them. I knew he would get them. Maybe 1 or 2 E's but he was a natural. 

"They're  tomorrow Theo." I breathe as he sits down next to me on my bed, butterbeer in hand as he places it on my nightstand. I stare at the white wall infront of me. 

"Bree. You've studied." He says, no doubt in his voice. But I don't hear him, not really. All I can think of is my father's face of disapproval. The same face he made when I lost my first quidditch match. The same face he made when I made friends with a muggle. The same face he made when I broke his wand when I was 9. The face I hated. "Hey." He says when I didn't answer him. He brings his hand to my cheek, pulling my face to his. My eyes meet his hazel ones. His thumb strokes my jaw. "Bree. You've done the work. I've watched you improve. I tutored you. You know enough."

"What if it's not enough." I whisper. 

"Bree you sound like Granger." He rolls his eyes.

"I'm serious."

He licks his lips, large hands still stroking my cheek. "Then fuck it Bree. If you fail. Which you won't." His eyes darken with conviction. "We'll move to Italy or France or America. Buy a big mansion. I'll work. You can do whatever the hell you want. The point is Bree. If these exams go south our plans don't change. I want a life with you, whether you get all T's or all O's."

"Theo. You know I want to work in the ministry."

"Then we'll buy a house in London and you'll start at the bottom. Whilst I'm doing god knows what. You're not stupid Bree. You've never been stupid. Okay? Would I be in love with an idiot?"

I think about his words. If these exams go bad nothing happens right? My father may not want to speak to me but it's not like he does anyway. Mama never cared about grades. The ministry will take anyone whether or not Voldemort takes over. The minister will need help. I want to fix this world. This sucky, sucky worlds where letters & number define you. So maybe not passing may help me? I don't know. I'll find out tomorrow. Theo's words soothe me, because wherever I am he'll be right next to me. 

"Are you saying you wouldn't love me if I was stupid?" I tease, pouting. 

His eyes flicker in shock before he rolls his eyes, he clucks his tongue. "Bree Thorne I'd love you even if you had four heads."

"That's comforting to know." I laugh pulling him into a kiss by his collar. He smiles into the kiss one of his hands finds the back of my neck and the other pushes my back to the headboard as he slips it under my ass. He squeezes it gently as his tongue slips into my mouth. I run my hand through his messy hair. 

He breaks the kiss, eyes wide as he pants, his warmth breath right on my lips. "Obscuro" He says.

"What?" I say staring at his red lips. 

"Tell me what the spell does Bree or I'll stop." He says in a low voice as his hooded eyes bore into mine. 

"Um." I rack my brain. "It casts a blindfold onto usually a victim."