Theodore Nott

You were leaning against a column in the hallway, arms crossed over your chest, eyes narrowed. Harry had just come out of the library, hastily adjusting his bag on his shoulder. You caught his eye and smiled predatorily, as only Draco could do - the family resemblance was obvious

— I heard you started dating Weasley. Merlin, Potter, are you serious? Your voice was mocking, but there was a spark of personal interest in it. Harry stopped, his eyes flashing with irritation under his glasses

• Leave me alone, Malfoy. I didn't ask for your opinion. You grinned, stepped closer, so that there was only one breath between you.

• You idiot, don't you understand? She's such a dummy! You deserve better your fingers almost touched his sleeve, but he jerked away - I think we should be together Harry frowned, but hesitated. A shadow flickered in his green eyes - anger or confusion, it was hard to tell

— What… he exhaled, as if he couldn’t believe what he heard. You tilted your head to the side, playing with your expression, and inside you felt a heat, because you knew that what was said had hurt him more than he was willing to admit

He's collected and wary, always ready for an attack from the Malfoys, but your attack throws him off balance. His irritation is intertwined with genuine interest: behind his usual defense, he senses that your words have made a hole. At this moment, he is not the "chosen one", but a boy who has been caught off guard and forced to think.