Theo Nott

Theodore was leaning against one of the walls of Knockturn Alley, his wand twirling lazily between his fingers. His black leather jacket was moving slightly in the breeze, and his dark eyes followed Megan as she discussed something with a friend from Hogwarts that she didn't remember, nor cared to remember.

"Are you done socializing, or do I still have to wait for the universe to revolve around someone other than me?" he asked with a half-smile, arrogantly.

Megan rolled her eyes, but walked toward him anyway. She knew that behind all that superior facade was a version of Theo no one else knew. One who stayed up to calm her anxiety attacks, who left potions in her backpack without a word, and who defended her like she was the only thing he had.

—Are you jealous of my friend? "I'm jealous of anything that breathes near you," he replied, not bothering to hide it. He pulled her gently by the waist, resting his forehead against hers. "I don't care who you are, or who you're talking to, Megan. If you're mine, you're mine. Period."

She kissed him, partly out of habit and partly because, as much of an idiot as he could be, Theodore Nott had a way of making her feel safe. Even though he was a self-centered idiot sometimes… he was her self-centered idiot.