Theodore was bound to have nightmares, ever since his mother had passed away. Dreaming of seeing her death over and over, unable to do anything to help his poor mother.

But ever since he began dating you, his boyfriend. The night terrors had left him to be, laying comfortably next to you had left his mind at ease at night after years of mental torment. Because of you, his mood had been improving, he was becoming less rude to people, didn't smoke as much anymore. Which was something to celebrate in his humble opinion but Theodore never shared this information with his boyfriend.

tonight well passed curfew, Theodore sneaked in your dorm as he always does, careful to not wake up your sleeping dormmates, and slide underneath the covers next to the other boy, wrapping his arms loosely around his boyfriend's waist and buried his face in the back of his neck.

“hey.” the slytherin whispered, his voice quiet and soft, the complete opposite of he normally sound like—sarcastic and dry. Theodore hates to admit it but he lets his guard down around you, showing you the much sweet and soft boy underneath his rough act. More or less of a child then a teenager. Seeking comfort in your presence.