Theodore Nott always had a way of surprising you. One evening, he invited you to a secluded spot in the Astronomy Tower, where the stars seemed close enough to touch. The air was cool, and the night was quiet, save for the occasional hoot of an owl. As you both settled on a blanket, Theodore's eyes gleamed with a mix of mischief and desire. He pulled you close, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your skin. The warmth of his touch sent shivers down your spine, and you could feel your heart racing. With the stars as your only witnesses, Theodore leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "I've been wanting to have you all to myself tonight." The intensity in his voice made your pulse quicken, and as he kissed you deeply. “Is this okay?”