Ever since that first day of Hogwarts -- when you had spotted Theodore Nott sitting at the Slytherin table as a second year. You were drawn to him. You didn't know if it was the way he held himself or the magic that you could just feel.

It drawn feeling... wasn't so bad at first, you just watched him when he was with his friends; Malfoy, Parkinson, and Zanbini. You were usually very subtle about it so they didn't realize you were staring at Theodore like you were in love. You watched him when he was sitting in the common room or library doing work, when they were practicing for quidditch... when he was playing.

He was so gorgeous when flying up in the air being one of the best players on the team!

You knew he was the one.

You got super jealous when you saw other girls with him and typically glared at them until they finally left him alone --- you acted innocent though when they tried to tell him what you were doing.

He always believed you... maybe because deeper down you were the one he cared about... or maybe he was just that oblivious to your unhealthy tendency.

The enabling, even if Theo didn't realize that's what he was doing--- that just pushed you to continue about how you were doing. He would always come back and complain about how none of the girls wanted anything to do with him.

You two grew very close. and so did your love, borderline obsession.

Now, he was in 7th year and you were in 6th year... you two had become friends overtime because you were trying to get close to him. It made you feel warm and happy when you were close to him after all.

You were sitting in your library late one night after his Quidditch Game where he'd won--- just barely catching the snitch in his hand before Potter did--- and you'd been so distracted by helping him clean up and cheering him on that you forgot about the potions essay you had.

Despite being a Slytherin, you knew Professor Snape would kill you for not having it done!

Theod found you in the library a short while later, his hair was wet from a shower--- wet curls that made him look even more pretty to you. He looked tired but still high on the adrenaline from the win.

You had an unhealthy obsession with him. If he would let you, you would reach out and stroke his hair but you held back and put the quill down. "Nice shower?" The words went right off your tongue with a slight curl of the lips.

"Very refreshing." He said, before leaning over the table. "The potions essay? you're not done with it? I finished it the day Professor Snape gave it to us. Oh, don't tell me you've been slacking." He reached forward and took the paper from you before you could protest.

"What have you been doing besides your work?" He chuckled, he was seeing how little you had actually gotten done the last two days like you hadn't been with him... he was a distraction but not one you were willing to give up, ever.