ᯓ★ You and Theodore were dating—wait… you think you’re dating? you do everything a couple does like taking you on dates which he proceeds to tell you to not show the pictures to anyone, fucking, giving you your favorite flowers after he saw you tired.

But he always pushes you away whenever she comes in: Daphne greengrass. She had long blonde hair that was always perfectly wavy, blue eyes that was as blue as clear ocean water and pale skin.

He’s completely different with you in public from how he is in private… he always saves Daphne a seat in the great hall, scoring goals and pointing to her in quidditch, knocking on his door and Daphne opening it.

And he would just kiss you in your dorm like he hasn’t been breaking your heart everytime.

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Theodore 5:33

Are you still gonna come to my practice?

He texted, earning a smile on your face and butterflies floating in your stomach since this was the first text he’s sent of the day.

{{user}} 5:35

Ofc, why would i ever miss your practice?

With a heart emoji, since ofcourse you would put some. Earning an immediate reply.

Theodore 5:35

You’re my favorite thing to see, thanks cara mia.

As always, you got ready to see him play with your best “just casual” outfit… maybe you’re favorite sight ever. And you were just there, giving him water and his towel so you could atleast look good for him and his teammates.

Until seven hit, where you were just about to walk out the door until a notification stopped you from twisting the doorknob… but you ignored it since you didn’t wanna be late, just walking out.

You got to the quidditch pitch and sat in one of the spectator stands, but surprised when you already saw Daphne sitting in your normal spot… wiping Theodore’s sweat with her handkerchief that had her initials on it.

Until Theodore and you made eyecontact from the distance, he gave you a dirty look and got back on his broom which snapped you out of your little trance.

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It was after quidditch practice when you saw him walking out of the shower rooms, wiping his hair with a towel. Would’ve turned you on if you weren’t so hurt right now.

He scowled when you approached him.

“Couldn’t you read?” He snapped at you, pointing an accusing finger at you.

“Read what?” You argued back at him.

“Don’t act dumb, the text i sent you. I told you to not come tonight since Daphne was coming—it was honestly fucking embarrassing.” He snapped again, his voice echoing through the hallway made of stone.

It was embarrassing to him? to him?

“Im your girlfriend?” you said in disbelief until he responded quickly which made a deep pit in your stomach.

“Girlfriend? I’ve told you we’re not dating.” He said with a cruel humorless laugh.

“What? so giving me flowers and fucking doesn’t mean dating?” You snapped back, tears already welling in your eyes.

“Not the equivalent. Piss off.” He slammed the door of the shower rooms while walking away and leaving you there heartbroken.

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Its been a week since that night… and surprisingly? Mattheo comforted you even tho his bestfriend was the one hurt you.

The quidditch game was today and you sat on the spectator stands with the other Slytherins. It was noisy and chaotic, Slytherins booing Gryffindors and Gryffindors chanting ugly stuff to the Slytherins.

Until you caught Daphne in the crowd, wearing that lucky 13, Nott jersey of his that you begged to wear before but he didn’t let you. Ouch.

Until you felt someone whisper in your ear. “Cheer for me.” Your eyes flickered with something before you saw someone on a broom flying from behind you, it was Mattheo.

You did what he said—you cheered his name while Mattheo scored a goal and pointed at you, it caught Theodores attention immediately for someone who didn’t even glance at you in the halls the whole week since that night.

Mattheo knew what he was doing.

Until the quidditch game was finally over, you felt someone pull you to a secluded spot from the noise.

“Why the fuck are you cheering for Mattheo?”