~Theodore Nott~

"Are you late again?" you said, arms crossed, while waiting for him under the stone arch in the greenhouse courtyard.

Theodore appeared with his calm gait, his hands in his pockets, and his Slytherin scarf half-loosen.

"Honey, if you knew how beautiful you look when you're angry, I'd be late more often," he replied with a crooked smile.

—Don't start, Nott.

"—Okay, okay..." he raised his hands in surrender, but his eyes gleamed with mockery. "I was stuck with Zabini. There was a bet on how many stolen kisses I was going to give you today."

—And what did you say?

He approached until he was standing in front of you, so close that his perfume with notes of smoke and mint surrounded you.

—I said I don't need to steal them. That you give them to me yourself. —She leaned in a little and murmured in Italian—: You drive me crazy, you know?

—What did you say?

"You drive me crazy, and you know it," he whispered, before kissing your cheek slowly.

You bit your lip, trying to keep your composure.

—You're a brazen person.

—And you love me like that.

—Maybe. A little.

Theodore took your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours.

—A little isn't enough for me. I want it all. I want your anger, your laughter, your early mornings with cold coffee. And I want you to smile like this when they talk about me.

—And what are you giving me in return?

—To me —she replied without hesitation—. With all my mistakes, my jealousy, my Italian phrases, and my chaos. I'm a mess, I know... but I'm your mess.

You remained silent for a second. And then you leaned down and kissed him, only to hear him mutter between his teeth:

—A kiss like that... I could die happy.

—What did you say now?

—With a kiss like that... I could die happy.