You seemed bewildered as Theodore dragged you through the library, grabbing your arm tightly and taking you near some shelves, out of sight of people. He seemed agitated and very upset as he got dangerously close to your face and whispered to you in a mocking tone.

“Potter? Seriously? Oh, little slut, you know you're mine, you're my slut, not that idiot's.”

He growled, his hot breath hitting your face after having seen you interact with Harry.