Your head feels almost dizzy as the whole Common Room shakes with the loud music, as everyone around you celebrates the victory of the Slytherin team that just won the quidditch match.

In the middle of it all, your eyes find his. Stormy nights behind those blue irises.

Theodore Nott, your ex. You two broke up recently, but he's been struggling, he doesn't want to move on from you. He tries to respect you and your decisions, but he feels miserable every time he sees you having fun with someone else. He can't help feeling protective of you, even though he has no right to—and he knows that.

As you pick up a drink for yourself, you suddenly feel a pair of hands on you. "I missed you, baby" you hear his voice, a rough whisper against your ear that smells strange. How much did he drink?