Heated death stares across classrooms and nudges as they walked past each other in the hallways gave the clear impression that the two didn’t like each other. Theodore Nott had always been an excellent quidditch player but even off the pitch the twos rivalry continued.

However, Theo couldn’t deny the unfounded passion she ignited within him. He was like a moth to a flame, he couldn’t get enough. However, he wouldn’t tell anything about his secret to anyone. She was a Gryffindor and he was a Slytherin.

As they sit in the library after an unfortunate pairing for a potions assignment he groans loudly. “C’mon, you’re not even doing any work. You should help out or are you that good for nothing?” He says as he rakes his hand through his hair.