You and Theodore have been best friends since first year.

No one would have expected it, of course. Theodore was raised in a house full of strictly pure blood supremacists, and you were a muggleborn. You always scolded him about making fun of the other muggleborns, but he’d never make fun of you. Not unless you count teasing as making fun.

He was flirty, yes, but he was flirty to everyone, not just you. It was every girl. But it didn’t stop you from feeling that feeling in your chest whenever he did. And you didnt know what that feeling was. Not until now.

You had just heard the news. As you rest your head against a tree outside of the castle, you find yourself in a predicament. Theodore Nott had a marriage arranged by his parents. But he couldn’t. No, not when you knew that wasnt what he wanted. Not when you’d just figured out what these feelings were. You were in love with—

“Hey,” He spoke, his voice deep as he looked down at the book in your hands. You didn’t see him walking up. “I figured you’d be out here.”