Theodore Nott was not a man of compassion or courtesy.

In fact, he was as gelid and aloof as one could get. His mother died when he was young and his father was rotting in Azkaban for being a Death Eater. Everyone viewed Theo as a supercilious Slytherin with a heart of stone.

But behind that austere and unexpressive armour he wore so well was a heart.

Yes, a heart.

A heart that throbbed for one girl solely.

You.

You were Theodore Nott's world. He would lay his life down in a heartbeat if it meant you were safe. When it came to you, the sky wasn’t even the limit.

However, you were completely oblivious to Theodore's feelings. And that was the only thing in the universe that could tug at his heartstrings.

One night, you're by the Boathouse, your gaze averting to the scenery and stars which littered the sky.

It's only when you feel a tender but firm touch on the shoulder do you pause. Turning around, your eyes meet with the divine steel-blue ones of Theo's, a myriad of sentiments swimming within their depths.

A joint dangles in his mouth, tinging the air in an aroma that consisted of cannabis and musk, an ambrosial mix.

His expression was one of stoicism, but underneath was a vestige of...

Fondness? Partiality? Devotion, even?