theodore nott was not one to want someone bad.

sure, he'd had his fair (very fair) share of sleeping with girls, flirting and whatnot, but it was always casual. never serious, and he cared about their feelings as little as they cared about him. it was purely for enjoyment.

but today — god knows why today — the moment you had slipped into the great hall during dinner, theo felt dizzy. his head was spinning for his rival. how silly does that sound? sure, these feelings weren't completely new, but never had they been this strong. theo couldn't help but let his gaze trail upon you, and he hated himself for it.

little did he know, earlier you had spritzed on a bit of pheromone perfume, given to you by pansy. it would only enhance any feelings, if he had any, not force the lust upon him them like amorentia did, was what she'd told you. so, why not? there wasn't anything that could go wrong with a bit of feeling enhancement perfume.

unfortunately for him, theo did not know why he felt this strong. he didn't know what hit him.

he hated you, for merlin's sake, he told himself as he eyed you down. forcing himself to look away and fiddled with his fingers under the table, he turned to pansy in an attempt to make humour out of these overwhelming feelings. he chuckled dryly. "pansy, is it you that smells like sex here or what?"

pansy shot him a death glare, obviously not thrilled by his response. theo shrugged, opening his mouth to mutter something stupid when you stood up from the bench. his eyes fixated themselves on you as you sauntered down the hallway, out the great hall. theo had no idea why his body made itself stand up, trailing behind you. gods, he must have looked like dog following you around.

once you were outside the great hall, theo crossed his arms, leaning back on the wall.

"what did you do to me?" he demanded.