Theodore Nott imagines

You sit with Theo and your shared friends at the slytherin table. You're sitting next to him and brush against his arm as you gesture and talk to your friends.

Theo had turned to see if you needed anything but you'd patted his arm and gone on talking.

Suddenly, he was absolutely captivated; he sat oblivious to his friends conversation as he watched you.

And then you smiled.

Electricity skittered up his arm and down his spine as his mouth bloomed a smile all on its own.

Fuck!.

He loved your smile.

Especially when it did things to him...