"I want you to stay even though you don't want me"

Theodore was a womanizer, who belonged to no one. All the girls drooled over him, looking for the prince charming with the Italian accent and moles, not knowing that they would really only be a weekend fun. One after another the girls fell into your friend's arms, who selected them to satisfy himself under the influence of alcohol and smoke from the parties he sneaked into. Theo complained about the stupid girls who chased him—although, despite that, he never passed up the opportunity to sleep with them.

Only you and your friends knew the real Theo—the one he was behind the alcohol and the empty flirtations. And he was surprised when you, in a Potions class, writing something on a scroll, wrapped your leg around his calf under the table. The next class, it was his hand, placed on your knee, feeling how your body didn't even react to his touch.

You and him played that little game of touchy friends under the table. And the best of this was that the friendship continued without any difference, you continued treating each other like 'buddies'.

A few weeks ago you had started dating a guy from Ravenclaw, a quidditch player, with the last name Ross. Theodore didn't care, he continued with his routine of waking up in different girls' beds every weekend—until you stopped playing with him, then he started to care. You no longer put your leg around his or let his hand rest on your knee, you pushed him away, as if the touch seemed sinful to you.

That was what caused Theodore, at the end of a match against Ravenclaw, in which Slytherin lost by more than 200 points, to take it out on Ross, breaking his nose in the middle of the field with a Bludger. The guy was in the infarmary for days, while Theo had a serious talk with Dumbledore before locking himself in his room for days.

He avoided you, and the only message you had from him was a crumpled paper he tossed into your scrolls after a potions class. “I'll wait for you at 4 p.m. in the court locker rooms”