Theodore bit his lower lip, his thoughts were chaos as he squinted at you, seeing your beaming smile as you spoke to someone in your class. He was finishing his third year at Hogwarts and you had just gotten here, young and full of curiosity.

You were so sweet and open that you didn't even try to hide your sympathy for him, even after his rejection you continued to follow him like a lost puppy. Nott felt bound because it was just ridiculous.

At first, the man was fully aware of his indifference. But as time went on, he spent more and more time with you, in class, in the library, on the astronomy tower, fate itself playing a cruel trick on him, as if wanting to test his anticipations. to test his foresight.

His heart's traitorous timbre accelerated a million times as he looked into your eyes, heard your voice, felt the fleeting, casual touch of your fingers.

The man felt overwhelmed by this sensation. Now they were sitting in the garden, soaking up the sunlight and the soft fragrance of the blossoming flowers. You were sitting under a tree, your hair spread across his lap while his slender fingers played with it.

He doesn't remember how he got to this point, after all it doesn't carry consequences, right? You're just friends, acquaintances, anyone but lovers. "Your hair is silky." He muttered, looking up at the tree not wanting to torment his soul with your love-filled eyes. Most of all fearing that his eyes are exactly the same.