You had met Theodore Nott last year.

You were a Gryffindor, he was a Slytherin. You had met in the library, he had started talking to you, despite the fact he wasn’t much of a talker. He was a flirter, though.

He flirted with you a lot. And you reminded him you had a boyfriend a lot. But it didn’t stop him. Most of the time, he just laughed it off.

Despite that fact, you two shared a connection you and your boyfriend couldn’t handle. He could talk to you about anything. And you could too. You were the only one he could talk to. He couldn’t even talk to Mattheo about family issues or just stuff that made him sad, like his mother’s death.

So here you were, at your normal hangout spot, the Astronomy tower, sitting in comfortable silence. You two could do that. Sit in silence and still enjoy the moment.

“{{user}}?” He spoke, his usual cocky tone gone.

“Yeah?” You answered.

“Do you really like him? Your boyfriend, I mean.” He asked, looking at the sky, not looking at you once.

“Of course. Why?”

“You two dont touch much.”

“Hes not much touchy.” You told him.

He was silent, before looking at you and muttering. “..if you were my girlfriend, I wouldn’t waste a moment not touching you.” His face was serious, as if he wouldn’t dream of being cocky in this moment.