A/N: Written for Draco's Den Roll-a-Drabble Prompt in June 2019. My Roll-a-Drabble prompts were: Theo Nott/Fred Weasley and Soulmates. No beta other than Grammarly. Will be updating these for each month that I do them. They will have a variety of pairings, but all are starring a Slytherin. Ratings will be a solid M for curse words and possible smut.

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Heartbreak


It was a tough thing, learning who your soulmate was. Tougher still when you found out they were on the opposite side of the war that was brewing. Theo Nott learned the hard way. His father had either never known his soulmate or they had died before Thoros Nott could meet them. That was Theo's conjecture anyway because his father was a cruel bastard. To Theo. To Theo's mum when she had been alive to everyone.

So when Theo discovered his soulmate, he decided to not act on it. To pretend that it never happened. His father wouldn't accept Theo's soulmate. Ever. Not only was he a wizard, but also, a Weasley. It wasn't until Theo was a fourth year that he happened to touch Fred Weasley on accident while passing through a hallway. Fred stopped in his tracks and looked at Theo. Theo ignored him and kept going even as heat flooded his hand where it had grazed against Fred's.

The pure pleasure, that touching his soulmate almost caused Theo to falter, but he had been raised better than that.

"Fred?" his twin questioned. Theo was halfway down the hall and barely heard as Fred turned back to his brother to answer.

Three days later, Fred Weasley tracked him down.

"Theo Nott, right?" he asked, cornering Theo in the disused classroom he preferred to study in. It was quieter than the library and it meant that none of the younger Slytherins would ask him for help.

"That's right," Theo muttered, still writing on his parchment. Hopefully, Weasley would get the picture and leave. He didn't.

"You're my soulmate," Fred stated baldly.

Theo finally looked up at him to glare. "Doesn't matter. Nothing can come of it."

"It matters to me!" Weasley said.

"Well, it doesn't to me," Theo stated coldly. Even if it did matter to Theo, his father wouldn't allow it. His father had already signed a betrothal contract to some witch who went to Durmstrang that Theo had never met before.

Weasley glared at him and stormed from the room. Theo breathed a sigh of relief.

When Fred found him two weeks later, Theo had almost forgotten the whole incident. But Weasley seemed determined not to let that happen. This time, he yanked Theo behind a tapestry as he was walking down the hall and pressed him into the small alcove behind it. Fred was taller than him by at least two inches and Theo was breathing heavily. Fred had his entire body pressed against Theo's and it was burning.

"Feel it?" Fred asked, running his nose along Theo's cheek. And Merlin, did Theo feel it. His heart raced and goose flesh broke out along his back. He shivered as Fred pressed his lips to Theo's. For a long moment, Theo didn't reciprocate the kiss, but then Fred's tongue tapped against his lower lip and he groaned as his mouth opened to Fred's plundering tongue. Fred's hands were everywhere and it was all Theo could do to hold on to Fred's shoulders as he was ravished.

"Still think it doesn't matter?" Fred whispered, breaking the kiss.

Theo groaned and hit his head against the wall behind him. "Of course, it bloody matters, Weasley. But you don't get it. You don't know my father. He will make sure that it doesn't matter. He'll kill you if he finds out who you are."

"I don't care," Fred said and kissed him again. Theo was quite sure that was the moment he fell in love.

As torturous as finding out who his soulmate was, it was worse when he found out that he'd died. The war was over. Theo's father was dead. He should be celebrating. Literally, everyone else was celebrating. Theo stared at Fred's body in the Great Hall. He was surrounded by his family and friends and yet, he looked so alone.

"You should join them," Draco muttered. Theo cut his eyes to his friend.

"You aren't supposed to know about it," Theo hissed.

"Except that I do. You should go."

Theo shook his head, ignoring Draco and moved to the far corner of the room. He was closer to Fred that way but also hidden in the shadows of a fallen column. It allowed Theo to grieve in privacy. At least for a while.

Theo had his face pressed to his knees and was attempting to keep his sobs under control when someone else spoke to him.

"He loved you, you know."

Theo looked up and felt his face crumple. It was the twin, George. He was missing an ear but otherwise looked exactly like Fred.

"Yeah, that's what looking in a mirror feels like to me," George said quietly as he slid down the wall at Theo's side.

"I don't know if I can survive this," Theo whispered. "I had meant to never let it get like this. I didn't want him to ever feel the wrath of my father, but…"

"You can survive it. You have to. Same way I have to," George replied, laying his head on Theo's shoulder. It felt like Fred, it sounded like Fred, but it wasn't Fred and Theo's heart broke further.

~Fin~