You began to be friends with the Slytherin boys his last year.

Normally, they wouldn’t befriend a gryffindor, especially a muggleborn. But you made such a good impression on them when you kicked mclaggen in the balls at a party.

Theodore flirting with you was non-stop. But, of course, Theodore flirts with everyone. Theodore and Mattheo were practically the whores of the group. They would be with a new girl every night, it’s a wonder how they don’t have any diseases yet.

It seemed like Theodore was desperate for you to crack, though. He would not stop with the flirting, and he was sure he could get you to give in someday.

You watched as a pretty Ravenclaw girl walked by.

“She’s pretty.” You said, staring at her.

“She may look pretty, but I know she’s a loser.” Theodore said, smirking.

“How do you know?” You asked, raising a brow at him.

“Me and Mattheo used to do her.” Theodore kept his smirk as Mattheo gave him a fist bump. And you smacked the back of his head.

“Ow!” He said, holding the back of his head with a smirk. “What was that for?”