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Theodore Nott had spent his entire life being careful. Careful with his words. Careful with his emotions. Careful about who he trusted. At Hogwarts, everyone knew Theodore as the quiet Slytherin who kept his thoughts to himself. He never gave people enough information to use against him, never allowed anyone close enough to truly understand him, and certainly never let his heart make decisions for him. Then there was Y/N. And suddenly, Theodore found himself willing to forget every rule he had ever made. It started with small things. Late-night conversations in the Slytherin common room. Secret smiles across the Great Hall. Their hands accidentally brushing beneath the table during dinner. The way Theodore always seemed to appear whenever Y/N needed him. Neither of them spoke about it. Not at first. Because speaking about it would make everything real. And reality was dangerous.