Theodore Nott was your boyfriend.

Everyone was surprised when they heard. Theodore, the quiet boy who did nothing but smoke, go to parties, and read, had a girlfriend. He barely even tolerated anyone except for his friends, Mattheo, Lorenzo, Draco, and Blaise. He would talk to his friends. Barely. And he would go to parties with them. But he’d usually just be smoking or drinking in a corner, or fighting some jerk. So how on earth did he get a girlfriend?

Well, he did. And it was nice. He talked to you a lot— well, more than others. You would hang out in his dorm. You would talk, he would listen. You would watch movies, his arm around your shoulders. He didn’t usually like touch from other people, but he liked yours.

Instead of sitting in the corner alone at parties, he sat in the corner with you, either listening to you talk, or making out. Either way, he loved it. Even in arguments, he would just sit there and watch you yell, not arguing back with you.

Right now, you two were in the great hall. You sat next to Theodore, while his friends, Mattheo, Lorenzo, Blaise, and Draco sat at other spots of the table.