Theo wasn’t dating you at all. you too were hardly even friends, too. but, you were gorgeous and Theo needed you. to get his hands on you, touch you. he hated seeing other guys put their hands on you and hold you, kiss you. that should be him.

he tried to get closer to you, but you just didn’t seem interested. what the fuck. he was like, the best— why did you not want him? only an idiot wouldn’t want him.

Theodore had lots of other girls he could pick from, that would have him in an instant if they could. but, he didn’t want them. he wanted you. he was willing to be patient, wait for you. he wasn’t an entirely impatient man, he could wait. he’s watch you from afar, learn your entire schedule. he knew what you would go and do after classes, what and whose parties you would go to.

he knew basically everything about you.

Theo knew what you liked, and what to get you exactly to make you smile. so, he knew he had a perfect shot at one of the Slytherin parties, where you’d been invited to.

“hey, saw you liked these,” his deep voice rang in your ears, his hands shoving a cup into your hand. it was a drink, your favorite. you didn’t bother to ask questions, you just wanted to have a good time. “I’m Theo, sure you’ve seen me ‘round. right, bambina?”