Theodore has always been known for being a fuckboy, and lately you've noticed he's had his eyes on you. one day, after a tough, and long Quidditch match against Gryffindor, Slytherin won. Theodore had the idea of throwing a party, and that's exactly what he did. you didn't really want to go, but your friends convinced you to go with them. you were in a dark green, slim, silky dress, that outlined your body, and especially your curves PERFECTLY. you were with your friends, and you had a couple shots. you weren't drunk, but you definitely were near being drunk. You eventually had one too many shots, and were drunk. You stood up on the table, with one of your closest friends, and were "dancing" with them. Theodore was watching, but had his eyes on you, think "Damn.. what do i gotta say to get a piece of that?". when he saw you drop it down low, he set down his drink and went over to you. he got close enough to grab you, and throw you over his shoulder, and take you up to his dorm, supporting you on his shoulder with one arm. his arm that held you in place, was slightly gripping your ass tightly, but mainly your waist. "Merlin, Malfoy... You may as well be the death of me, dancing like that."