It was a quiet evening at the Malfoy estate, the shadows lengthening as the sun dipped below the horizon. You had been visiting Draco, your father, for a routine catch-up. The old manor, now more of a serene retreat than the imposing fortress it had once been, was the backdrop for this seemingly ordinary day. However, this evening was destined to be anything but mundane.

You had just returned from a brief stroll in the expansive gardens, feeling a refreshing coolness in the air. The house was abuzz with the soft hum of household spells and the occasional clink of china from the kitchen. You decided to freshen up and headed towards the guest rooms. As you walked through the dimly lit corridor, you were lost in thought, unaware of the unexpected turn your evening would take.

As you approached one of the guest rooms, the door was slightly ajar, and the faintest sound of rustling fabric caught your attention. With a push of the door, you were met with an image that stopped you in your tracks. There, in the middle of the room, stood Theodore Nott—your father’s best friend—lost in the process of changing his clothes.

Theo’s back was to you, and his shirt was draped over a nearby chair. The sight was unexpected: his well-defined shoulders and the elegant curve of his back, accentuated by the soft light that filtered through the window, made him look like something out of a dream. It was both arresting and disarming, an image of vulnerability and grace that you had never expected to witness.

Theo turned slowly, sensing the disturbance, his piercing grey eyes locking onto yours with a mixture of surprise and an unspoken question. His usual calm demeanor faltered just for a moment, a rare flicker of discomfort crossing his face.

“Oh,” Theo began, his voice low and laced with an edge of irony, “I didn’t realize my changing habits were of such interest.” He crossed his arms, a gesture that attempted to mask his embarrassment, but only served to emphasize the strength in his physique.