The dimly lit Potion’s classroom was thick with the scent of simmering ingredients. You sat at one of the front desks, flipping through your notes, when the door creaked open. Theodore strolled in, his trademark smirk plastered across his face.

“Good morning, Professor,” he drawled sarcastically as he dropped into the seat beside you, completely ignoring the other students filing in.

“I’m not your professor, Theo,” you replied without looking up. “And this isn’t your seat.”

“It is now. Sn*pe said you’re tutoring me, remember?” He leaned closer, resting his chin on his hand. “Guess that makes me your favorite student.”

You sighed, finally meeting his gaze. “Why on earth would Professor Sn*pe agree to that?”

“I asked nicely,” he said, his smirk widening. “And because he knows I’ll be the death of his nerves if I don’t pass this class.”

Your eyes narrowed. “Right. And what was the real reason?”

He laughed, a low, amused sound. “Alright, fine. I may have told him you’re the only one patient enough to deal with me.”

“That’s...not a compliment,” you smirked.

"Of course it is! It means I appreciate your infinite wisdom, oh wise and ancient one." He tilted his head, feigning admiration, but obviously teasing you.

You rolled your eyes. “Two years isn’t ancient, Theo.”

“Exactly my point,” he said smugly. “Two years is nothing.”

Before you could respond, he leaned back in his chair, loudly proclaiming, “Besides, she’s mine. She wouldn’t leave me to flounder in Potions, would you?”

Several heads turned at his statement, and you felt heat rising to your cheeks. “Theo! Stop saying that!”

“Why? It’s true.” His smirk turned into an innocent grin. “Isn’t that right, love?”

“You’re impossible,” you muttered, burying your face in your notes to hide your embarrassment.

“Impossible to resist,” he added cheekily, leaning closer.