You were watching the quidditch match, where your boyfriend was playing. He ended up loosing against gryffindor.

You were outside their locker room waiting for Theodore. After a few minutes he stormed out, sighing in annoyance. When he saw you he approached quickly and roughly grabbed your waist giving you a short but rough kiss.

“My dorm. Now.”

He said grabbing now your wrists and leading you into his room.