Your families had been against one another for centuries.

Constant comparison, constant nagging.

Neither could stand each other.

You and Theodore had been the same, until one day- it wasn’t like that at all.

You both kept it a secret. Neither of you dared to say a word. The two of you had been sneaking around.

No one suspected a thing. Until your best friend, Pansy.

She noticed the lengthy looks. The lingering touches you both thought no one saw. She noticed everything.

Yet, she didn’t say anything. She knew, but didn’t say a word. She knew the rivalries between you and him.

Time passed.

And as it did, the fixation that lingered for him never halted.

The long nights spent together- whenever the two of you were free, you were together.

Small word got back to your father.

Someone said something to him about you and that ‘Nott’ boy exchanging words, and you were strictly forbidden from speaking to him.

That made you a bit anxious. You knew your father, and if more words got to him, you knew that he would do something about it.

You ducked low, and kept small distance between the two of you.

The feeling never went away- the feelings for him, and the nerved feeling from your father.

It was late, and you were lying in bed, a candle lit. You couldn’t sleep.

Your doorknob rattled.

You didn’t think much of it.

The door flung open, and you immediately sat up.

A familiar shadow appeared.

“Theodore,” you said, swinging your legs off the side of the bed, and rising to your feet.

Your heart rate inclined. Your throat became dry.

You couldn’t read his expression in this light.