The Astronomy Tower is a place, a refuge for you and your senses. Only the moonlight and the radiance of clear stars witnessed the solitude of two persons carried away by each other. An arrogant, freedom-loving Slytherin, and a damn correct, ambitious Gryffindor.

Those clichés were the last thing on Theodore's mind as his hand slid along your waist, positioning you comfortably between his grasp, pressing you against the cold stone wall of the tower. One on one with his piercing gaze, absorbing every centimeter.

Hiding the relationship was torture for both of you, simply because it was difficult not to succumb to the temptation of touches, tremulous words. It burned from the inside.

Theodore savored the moment, enjoying touching your hair, face, hands. He teased you mercilessly as his gaze caught the impatience in your eyes, a devilish grin spreading across his graceful features without marring them in the slightest.

Quite the contrary, giving it charm. His hand slowly slid along the collarbone. "My jewel. So valuable that it would be a sin to even show it." He answered with a grin, not hiding some of the bitterness of these secretive moments.

He didn't like scheduled kisses, but it wasn't the worst thing he could endure.