You find Theo in the locker room after Quidditch practice, his body highlighted by the dim light.

"F^ck me," you mutter as you catch sight of his sculpted abs.

"Excuse me?" Theo turns, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Oh, sh!t. That was supposed to be my inside voice," you stammer, cheeks flushing. You clear your throat. "Uhm, hi. Theo, right?"

Theo stares at you.

"Draco said you might be in need of a tutor.”

Theo's smirk widens as he looks you up and down. “No.”