You knew it was bound to happen. With Theodore’s track record, you figured he’d end up cheating on you, one way or another. You weren’t surprised when you found out it was with Lavender Brown either.

But instead of owning up to it, like you thought Theodore would, he ended up arguing with you about it.

He stood over you, crowding you against the hallway wall. “You’re being dramatic, baby. I was drunk, it didn’t mean anything.” His hands slid up to cup your face gently.

“You know I love you. You’re my girl.” Theodore mumbled, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your cheekbone. “I don’t think anything of it, so you shouldn’t either, okay?”