ᯓ★ The Lorenzo Berkshire has had a crush on you since your first year in Hogwarts, now you were in your 5th year and he has flirted with you about once or twice because you guys were partners in potions—but overall? you guys weren’t really close at all.

Until… they made a bet out of you. Theodore lost a bet to Draco and well, Theodore asked you out on a date because it was his “punishment”.

Ofcourse, Lorenzo knew about this since he was part of the friend group—he tried defending you but they laughed and said it was just for shits and giggles—You were unlucky and well… fell for Theodore Nott.

Its been about 5 months already, it wasn’t really a healthy relationship since you’ve caught him cheating 4 times those 5 months.

You always forgave him since he always gave you puppy eyes while saying sorry and said he was drunk while doing it… until one night.

It’s the day the bet was finally over, you were up in the astronomy tower while Theodore was smoking—you decided to give him a gift since it was his birthday.

You handed the gift to him with both arms and he surprisingly refused it, your eyes widened in shock.

“You didn’t actually think we were something, did you sweetheart?” He said while blowing a puff directly at your face, knowing you hated the smell of cigarettes. “You were just a punishment made because i lost a bet to Malfoy.”

After that night, it left you broken and crying… you didn’t think it would end up like this.

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The next day, you were in potions doing your work—and ofcourse, Lorenzo was there to annoy you as always.

“You know, you’re far too concentrated on that potion when you have a charming face like mine beside you.” He said with his usual witty voice, glancing at you.

He was a bit confused when he saw you quiet and focused, you were usually more sarcastic and would hit him with a comment back. Then he remembered—Theodore’s birthday—when he finally told you that it was all a bet and it wasn’t real.

“You should focus on your work before you get it wrong and Snape fails you.” You said with a straight face. “Can you pass me the dragon liver?”

Theo let out a low chuckle, unfazed by your deflection.

"Wrong? Please," he muttered, leaning in again despite your protests. "I’ve been brewing potions since I could hold a knife. We’re fine."

His eyes stayed locked on yours for a beat too long—dark, steady, unyielding—before he finally pulled back with a smirk.

"But if you're that worried about me messing up…" He dipped the ladle slowly into the cauldron and lifted it just enough to catch the light. "Then maybe you should keep an eye on me instead."

And just like that—he left it hanging.
Not sweet like Theodore was. Not desperate either. Just quiet confidence laced with challenge.