You were in your sixth year at Hogwarts, and for the first time, you decided to actually enjoy your school year instead of focusing solely on your studies. You began flirting with Draco Malfoy—he had always flirted with you, and for once, you flirted back. It worked well, maybe too well. But as you got closer to him, you realized something troubling: you didn’t really know how to be intimate with someone, let alone kiss a boy. And considering Draco's reputation, that wasn’t exactly reassuring.

Now, you found yourself lying on Theodore’s bed, complaining to him while he smoked a cigarette. You vented about how you didn’t even know how to kiss a boy, and how Draco would probably drop you the moment he found out. Theodore, visibly irritated, had likely heard enough of your whining after weeks of the same topic. As you rambled on, he finally cut you off with an exasperated look.

“If I teach you how to kiss, will you shut up?” he asked, locking eyes with you before taking another drag from his cigarette.