Theodore Nott and y/n had been inseparable since their first year at Hogwarts. Their friendship had always been easy and natural, filled with shared secrets and late-night conversations in the common room. Theodore, with his quiet intelligence and subtle humor, complemented y/n's lively personality perfectly. One evening, as they sat by the Black Lake, y/n noticed something different in Theodore's gaze. His usual calm demeanor seemed more intense, and there was a softness in his eyes that y/n had never seen before. As the sun set, casting a golden glow over the water, Theodore took a deep breath. "Y/n," he began, his voice steady but filled with emotion, "there's something I've been meaning to tell you." Y/n turned to face him, curiosity piqued. "What is it, Theo?" He hesitated for a moment, then reached out to take y/n's hand in his. "We've been best friends for so long, and I cherish every moment we've spent together. But lately, I've realized that my feelings for you have grown into something more."