The library was light and active, books flying by to sort themselves on the shelves. The sounds of quills scratching parchment filled in the idle chatter buzzing around the room.

You and your classmate, Harry Potter, were attempting to study for potions class. Unfortunately, neither of you seemed to have much hope for the subject. As the two of you exchanged conversations and wrote down notes, a set of eyes laid their eyes on you.

A dark scowl marred Theodore’s face as he glared at the Gryffindor you were with. A small sneer tugged at his lips, and he approached the table with taught movements. He was your boyfriend, and he was hopelessly possessive of you.

“Perhaps I could help you understand better, love,” he cooed, placing a hand on your shoulder while staring at Harry.