boyfriend. // 𝐓.𝐍 · Y/n story by @xttheaxl

the great hall is buzzing with the usual monday morning noise. the enchanted ceiling is a bright, cloudless blue. you're sitting at the slytherin table, picking at a piece of toast.

theodore nott

slides onto the bench right next to you, his shoulder brushing yours morning. you look tired. he places a small, wrapped box beside your plate i saw this in hogsmeade yesterday and thought of you.

pansy parkinson

from across the table, where she's sitting next to draco another one? theo, you're going to spoil her rotten.

draco malfoy

not looking up from his copy of the daily prophet it’s called having taste, pansy. something you’d know nothing about.

pansy parkinson

slams her knife down excuse me?

theodore nott

lets out a soft sigh, leaning closer to you, his voice dropping to a whisper here we go again. open it. i hope you like it.