Attraction
Dear T,
Theo snorted. Well, that letter was starting great. Blaise only called him like that when he was about to tease him or was searching for forgiveness. Maybe both.
Everything is alright, it was just a minor robbery. Nothing to be worried about, I swear!
Theo sighed, his weary exhalation resonating loudly in the deserted common room. Really?
Apart from that, I left Italy for France yesterday (with Italian authorities hot on my heels, didn’t have much of a choice). I rather fancied a good buttery croissant to forget about my hurried departure…
Now that I gave you my report in due time, that I’m not dead, nor did I kill anyone (some really deserved it but you can aplaude my restraint), let’s talk about something more interesting!
The quiet boy furrowed his brows, lost between concern, perplexity and annoyance. Of course his best friend would avoid the real crucial subject for his favourite topic, trivial gossip. It’s not like he had just confessed to a crime a few lines above…
Oh, don’t frown at me, Theodore Nott! You know damn well what I’m talking about. Mister Harry James Potter, that’s what we’re going to discuss!
Merlin, no! Theo groaned and sank deeper in the couch, like it was going to hide him from the words. Since the previous letter (with only a bloody laughter recorded for four whole fucking minutes), he ardently regretted talking about Harry to his nuisance of a best friend.
Last letter was interesting indeed, full of precious and indispensable information. Nonetheless, I had to write to our stuffy blond comrade for more details (and you know how much I hate begging for intel). What he relayed to me was mouthwatering, little deceiver…
Goddess be gracious, what could Draco have possibly told him? With yet another groan, the grimacing boy passed a hand in his mop of curly hair, a bit worried. You never knew what was going to happen with these two morons.
No, I’m not going to tell you, it would be too easy, don’t you think? But I am going to help you, because I am the bestest of best friends. That we can agree on. What you’re experiencing right now (a bit late by the way), my dearest, is called ATTRACTION .
No curse, no jinxed potion, no mystery illness. Just old, good, plain attraction. I know, unbelievable, right?
Theo scoffed, raising an eyebrow. Attraction? He repeated internally, rereading the words. What did he mean by attraction? As in the pull of gravity? Did he smoke before writing the letter? He rolled his eyes, picturing Blaise, spread out on his bed, joint in the mouth, ink smudged on the paper, sheets and fingers. Yes, a pretty accurate picture.
Don’t you dare roll your eyes at me!
As I know you too well, I’m going to predict (with success) that you don't know what attraction means in that kind of context. I’m not blaming you, it’s not like your father (just writing that word makes me want to puke) was a very concerned person with your education on that subject. Or every subject that wasn’t Pureblood related for that matter. Besides, if I’m honest, my overprotectiveness didn’t help either.
So, my little innocent soul, today is your lucky day (probably night), because Daddy Blaise is going to teach you something extremely important to your survival.
I would have been crude, but…
Theo glared at the poor piece of paper crumpled in his hands. He hated when his best friend spoke in vulgar terms (a tad hypocritical, if you really think about it). Either he didn’t understand it or it was so indecent it made his cheeks flush.
…but we both know you would have burned the letter at the first word. What I mean by attraction in regards to your precious Saviour, is that you want him. Not in an intellectual, friendly, you’re-a-little-shite-but-your-ridiculous-actions-make-me-laugh kind of way.
Rather, in a physical, sexual, I-want-to-rip-your-clothes-off-and-lick-your-skin way.
You’re hot and bothered, titillated, lecherous, lustful, dirty, horny (I can go on for a long time, trust me) for him. Arrapato, excité, kåt… (maybe it’s more understandable put like this with your quadrilingual brain).
WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK? He… no… that… Whaaaat?
That was too much detail for Theo’s poor quadrilingual brain, as he stared at the letter, completely dumbfounded. He was entirely red, the words imprinted in bold letters on his eyes. He lost track of his breathing, his throat stuck as he choked on his incredulity.
Don’t panic, Theo.
Easy to say, jerk! He wanted to punch the bloke in the face. He couldn’t write these… these words without expecting him to lose his freaking mind!
Breathe in. Breathe out.
Theo did as it was instructed, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes. In and out. In… and out. In… out… Much better. Panic was still invading every part of his body, tensing muscles and hastily pumping blood, but at least he wasn’t going to die from a lack of oxygen. Fantastic!
Open the window, if you need air. Look at your surroundings. What do you see?
He got up on his wobbly feet, and headed towards the next window. Luckily for his dignity and sanity, it was only two or three steps away. Right, opening the window. Done. What did he see? A cold breeze slapped his face, refreshing his mind. Thank Merlin for the horrid temperatures of November! Theo glanced around, focused. The Forest, in its dark, tremendous splendour. Hagrid’s hut, a remnant of smoke escaping the chimney cap. The Whomping Willow, still and silent. The more relaxed boy smiled at the view, a bit obscured by the darkness. The familiar and fond memory of a particular starry night coming to mind. Still smiling, he unfolded the letter again to resume his reading.
Now that you’re in a better state and we’ve established that you want to shag him, I can honestly give you my certifiable approval. Potter is a really good-looking fella, that’s for sure. You won’t be disappointed.
Of course, having an attraction to someone doesn’t mean you have to actually act on it. Don’t pressure yourself into doing anything you don’t want to, Theo. I’m being genuinely serious on that point. You’re just experiencing something a large portion of people on this earth goes through as well. It just makes you a tad more fluent in human, nothing more, nothing less.
Theo returned to the couch, a wry smile on his face. Even with all his craziness and pestering, kilometres away, his best friend still acted as the protective older brother he had carved himself into in Theo’s life. A teasing presence, but a guiding figure nonetheless.
I believe I wrote everything I needed to. It’s nine am, so I’m going to sleep. Have a good day, try to act like a normal being, but more importantly, don’t overthink, just enjoy!
Love you and miss you greatly, little brother.
The omnipotent, omnipresent, omniscient,
One and only,
Blaise Zabini
PS: Please kindly inform Malfoy that if I learn someone did anything bad to you, I’ll gladly destroy him and everyone else in my path.
Theo once again slumped on the couch, hands covering his face, snorting in despair. Attraction… Fuck ! What was he going to do? Did he really want to do… that with Harry? It didn’t make any sense! How and why had he never experienced attraction before? Why was it triggered only now by his friend? Merlin, his friend! His actual and real friend, with whom he had deep discussion and easy conversation. Harry Potter, the Chosen One, the Saviour of the Wizarding World… God it was so cliche!
It was a disaster, a complete and utter massacre. He whined lowly, dejected by the bloody misery that was his life. A quiet and peaceful year, huh? What a joke! Goddamn universe, always meddling in things that were none of its business. Theo was sure not going to sleep after that horrid revelation!
Not that it was horrid to be attracted to Harry. No, it made sense, the man was actually beautiful with his messy hair, his gleaming green eyes, his confident smirk… Arrrgh NO! No, no, no! Nop, not happening. Just shut up! He wasn’t attracted in any way to Harry fucking James Potter. You don’t lie very well, you know , a voice whispered in his head, mocking him. It curiously had the tone of a certain ex-Slytherin, daily charmer and criminal in his spare time. Fine, maybe he was… but that wasn’t the end of the world, was it? It wasn’t like it was going to torment him every passing second, each time he’d see, smell or think about him, right?
Everything was going to be fine… just fine…
Nothing was fine! It was the fucking end of the world! A carnage, a bloody decimation, a genocide! (He wasn’t overdramatic, he was in a crisis!)
Now that he knew , he couldn’t focus on anything but that. Everything reminded him of Harry. As in really everything. The subject himself of course, their dorms, their classes, his favourite sandwich, the Library, the stars, the colour red… even the bloody runes! He couldn’t help but reminisce every conversation they shared, just because his mind had decided to. He really had been an anxious mess… Every little reaction, thoughts or words made sense. How he hadn’t caught on earlier, was a mystery indeed! (Maybe because he didn’t actually know what attraction meant…) All he wanted to do was flee. Flee and avoid the target at all costs. But it was a bit difficult, since Harry was his friend, roommate and classmate. He needed to hide that attraction, to maintain a blank face and impassive body.
Merlin was it hard!
He couldn’t help himself but notice now. Notice how soft he looked in the morning, still sleepy and abstracted by a reverie. His dark hair was always ruffled, reinforcing his air of cheekiness, but seemed so silky that Theo wished he could only touch. His eyes, gosh his eyes… eternally sincere, revealing his emotions, the depth of his feelings, the trueness of his desires. Twinkling, gleaming, piercing, scrutinising. A green that couldn’t be painted, only admired. His lips, glistening with joy, reddening with excitation. Full of life and words, looping into a teasing smile, twirling into a wide proud grin, curling into a sly smirk. Constantly moving too fast, relentlessly chasing the next word.
But that Theo already knew, had already noticed, oblivious to their meaning, but carefully memorising. Still, there were new details to add to the list. Facts that couldn’t be ignored anymore, now that he knew . Like the largeness of his hands, long and skilled fingers, wide and firm palms. A grip, solid, steady, tantalising. The roughness of it, scarred by hardships and battles bravely fought, testimony of his tenacity. But oh so gentle, when they handled, touched, grazed, brushed. Like his shoulders, arms and legs, widened by training, tightening at every move, rounding at every stretch. Theo had never thought muscles could be so interesting until now. It was a mesmerising distraction he couldn’t neglect, falling for it every time.
It was hard, ripping his eyes off that much wonder. He wanted to categorise every little aspect of Harry, form his own glossary and lose himself in its ramifications. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t, wouldn’t fade into his fascination, not if he wanted to survive. If he wanted to keep on living as Theo Nott, the quiet and clever Slytherin, indifferent at the world moving around him. If he wanted to continue noticing without being noticed. So he looked, discreetly, secretly, silently.
Fucking attraction!
Contemplating Harry’s form was one thing, but soon Theo began to notice other things, important things. It wasn’t solely his features that attracted him anymore, also his traits of character. How he acted, how he cared, how he talked. The confidence and careless way with which he walked Hogwarts’ grounds, head and uniform unkempt as always. The gentleness and warmth that radiated through his words whenever someone talked to him. His maddening recklessness, prompting him to do insane and foolish things, but somewhat constantly ending up helping someone. His understanding and sensitivity to somebody else's pain, and the words that always seemed to soothe and comfort them.
What bothered Theo the most, making him trip over his words and steps, flush and avert his eyes, was the way he was looking at him. It was like nothing else in the room mattered or even existed. His emeraude eyes were capturing him, trapping him, so petrifying he couldn’t move or articulate actual words. He was stuck, scrutinised by an indecipherable gaze, making him forget how to breathe. Sometimes Theo could even swear a knowing glint would appear for a few instants, catching him in his own contemplation, flushing his face with embarrassment.
Just this Tuesday morning, it happened exactly like that. It was breakfast and Theo was late, since he had finally survived through a good night of sleep. Draco had thankfully managed to get him seated somewhere to eat, the brunet’s eyes still half closed with sleepiness. Theo only realised it was the Gryffindors’ table when a loud burp and horrified exclamations broke him free from his trance.
“Ron! Seriously?” Hermione cried, nose scrunched in disgust behind the papers in her hands. She was reading it intently, while sipping her cup of tea in total serenity, until the redhead had disturbed the agreed peace by that appalling noise.
“S’rry,” Was the only response she got, half-chewed by the glutton. “Sw’ll too f’st.” He was gulping down the largest plate of eggs and bacon known to men, as he finished scribbling notes on his Charms essay. Harry, sitting opposite him, stifled a laugh at the impressive view. Only Ron could pull off something like that.
Hermione sighed, lowering her newspaper, and stared hard at the culprit. “Stop talking with your mouth full.”
“Hmm”
“Pff, exasperating.” She muttered, turning away from that ghastly scene.
Draco, situated right next to her, took advantage of her distracted state to swiftly steal the newspaper, a coy smile plastered on his pale face. The witch shook her head, grunting, but didn’t take it back. Instead, she invaded his personal space, perching her nose right above his shoulder and resumed her reading.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the table, Theo was holding on for dear life, muffling his ears to silence the busy room. He had completely forgotten how sensitive he could get after a night of sleep. Merlin, did people have to be that loud? Why were they so dreadfully joyous at this hour? It wasn’t possibly human. Ugh, he hated morning people. Hated people, period. (You can see how a rested Theo wasn’t the best company in the world.)
“Hey Theo?” The deep voice on his right made him flinch abruptly. He looked up, coming face to face with a grinning Harry, leaning toward him with something in his (beautiful) hand. “Here.”
A bowl of oatmeal? How did he-? Theo took the recipient, his expression mixed between puzzlement and gratefulness. Food! Seeing how eagerly the boy grabbed a spoon, Harry smirked proudly, propping his chin on his palm and staring at him with interest.Theo, realising his excessive enthusiasm, felt the usual redness blossoming on his cheeks. God, he didn’t want to be perceived as a glutton! He gladly left that role to Ron. Wait a minute… since when did he care how he was perceived? Apparently now… (especially regarding Harry, hmm?). Theo gave a little smile to his friend, moving a bit away from him, too close for his unstable sanity.
“T-thanks?” He said with a stammer, that did nothing to erase the (really attractive) smirk.
“I noticed you weren’t at dinner yesterday and you always eat oatmeal when you do that. I won’t reprimand you like Hermione, but you know you shouldn’t skip a meal.”
Harry was still looking attentively at him, but his eyes had grown concerned, as if Theo’s health was a top priority for him. You wish… The grumpy boy groaned internally, swearing against that nagging little voice. The fact that his friend had noticed and remembered those things provoked a strange reaction in Theo. His stomach felt suddenly fluttery, his chest warm and tightening. What was happening? Was it part of the attraction shenanigan? Trying to hide whatever that was, Theo scoffed, expressing all his morning crankiness in one glare.
“You’re the one talking. Remind me who always hasn’t time for breakfast on Saturday’s mornings because and I quote “Ginny will whoop my ass, if I’m late to training”?”
“It’s a reasonable and proven excuse!” Harry claimed, looking offended, but eyes glittering with mischief. He had one hand placed on his heart, like it was a proof of the ultimate truth.
“Of course.” Theo grumbled, peering at him through his ruffled locks. Why did he have to be so wickedly handsome and caring at the same time? That made the boy even more grumpy.
“You’re the one without one.” Harry remarked with a wry smile, almost sticking his tongue out at the sombre face by pure childishness (plus, Theo looked so cute in all his grumpiness).
“Excuse you, my fatigue is a very reasonable and logical reason!”
“Hmm, we should do something about that sleep of yours.”
“Like I haven’t tried.” Theo sighed, returning to the bowl of oatmeal in front of him. He needed to eat before he committed murder. Harry had even put the right toppings and provided him with the delicious blackberry jam. He hastily devoured a mouthful, relishing in the delectable taste.
“Oh fuck that’s good!” He moaned out loud, eyes closed, savouring the pure bliss that was this gift of the gods.
“That much?” Harry’s voice asked him, low and rough.
Theo opened his eyes and was directly faced by heavily lidded eyes, staring at him intensely. “Yes. W-want a taste?” He managed to squeak, his throat suddenly very dry.
Jaw clenched and eyes darkened, Harry’s voice dropped even lower, as he murmured. “Oh no, it’s even more enjoyable from up here.”
That made Theo almost let out a shriek, a shudder travelling down his spine. He could only manage a broken “O-okay”, feeling oddly hot, transfixed and dizzy. Everything else had been pushed into the background, only letting his clouded mind and that torturing stare. Theo tried to voice something, but couldn’t, struggling for air.
“Wait.” Harry leaned forward, his hand gently cradling the other’s chin. Theo’s gaze immediately fell to the ground, unable to hold the proximity. “Here - delicately, he wiped Theo’s lower lip with his thumb - all nice and pretty, like always.”
Theo could only sharply gasp in surprise, his heart pounding so loudly he was sure everyone in the Great Hall could hear it. When he finally looked up again, Harry had already stepped away, rising from the bench. He grinned at the awed face, mouth gaping and eyes shocked.
“See you in class.” He waved towards the petrified boy, before fully leaving.
Theo remained at the table, still gaping and head swimming with blank thoughts. He let out a shaky breath. What-what had just happened? He gawked at his bowl, disbelief engulfing him. Did they just… flirt?
The following day, after much panicking and overthinking, Theo came to the irrefutable conclusion he had surely hallucinated all of it. It wasn’t much of a stretch, as he had previously had his share of delusions (thank you extreme exhaustion). Besides, Harry had acted like everything was totally normal after breakfast and nobody had really noted their tense moment. So, an illusion it was.
Maybe Blaise had brainwashed him so much, his mind was now comprehending Harry’s every action as part of that weird and annoying attraction. Theo couldn’t let that happen : he had grades to uphold, a friendship to maintain and the rest of his dignity to preserve. Okay, he was attracted to that imbecile. Fine, said imbecile was incredible to gaze at and the way he looked at Theo made him feel very much hot and bothered. Now, how could he get rid of the flushing, gasping and gaping? Because he clearly hadn’t signed for this.
Grunting, he banged his head against the column once again. The two Slytherins were enjoying a break from their day full of classes. They were lazily resting in one of Hogwarts’ interior courtyards. The place was usually unfrequented as no wizard had had the time to repair it yet. In the centre, the fountain had been entirely shattered during the battle, leaving stony pieces scattered all around on the muddy cobblestones. Grass and weeds were seeping in, agreementing the chaos. It was a rather narrow courtyard, surrounded by a low wall, itself crowned by lengthy columns. The place as a whole had the form of a square.
The duo was sprawled on the wall, appreciating the quiet. Draco was humming a melodic sound as he flickered his wand around, tracing vague signs in the air. As for his friend, he was muttering incoherent words while bashing the back of his head in an endless movement. They could almost make music with the humming and thudding…
“Did you recently decide to take part in some sort of dark barbarous ritual that I don’t know about?” Draco inquired, growing more and more concerned with the repetitive banging.
“Yes, that’s exactly that.” Theo grumbled, yet stopping. He brushed the back of his head and winced in pain. The tender ache was a perfect reminder of his own stupidity.
Draco looked in his direction, crossing his arms. “Seriously, what’s going on?”
“I’m perfectly fine.” He hissed through gritted teeth. That was a lie and they both knew it.
“Don’t look that way, Theo.”
“I don’t care.”
The snapping reply hit the blond with full force. He widened his eyes, his jaw dropping with astonishment. He didn't know whether he should be proud that his roommate was finally capable of lashing out, expressing his anger, or worried about the abnormality of it all. Theo grimaced in remorse, unable to hold the other’s gaze. Fuck! It wasn’t because his life was proper shite at the moment, that he had the right to take it on anybody else. Draco didn’t deserve his frustration, he was just trying to help. Theo whispered an apology, still looking at the ground. An hesitant pat on his shoulder confirmed he was pardoned.
“Alright, Mister Grumpy, can we go to our Defence class or do you want to keep on knocking your brain out?”
“Hmpf.”
“I’ll take that as a ‘Let’s go my dearest friend’.”
They both got on their feet, one a bit more reluctant than the other, and found their way in the maze that was the castle. It was quite a journey, their classroom being in the East Tower. Along the road, the duo was quickly joined by an elated Hermione and two knackered boys. Soon, the witch and the blond were discussing Dark curses and their effects, at the front of their little group. They did that a lot recently, discussing… Ron caught the arm of Neville at some point, coaxing him into their flock. He started asking him questions about the new owl his grandma had gifted him (apparently Trevor had been traumatised enough by Hogwarts and refused to come back).
That left two brunets, side by side, walking behind that noisy lot. Theo was focusing hard on his steps, his gaze unwavering. He wouldn’t look at him, no, he wouldn’t if he wanted to keep moving. Inhale, exhale, one foot, another foot. Repeat. Good, that was good. He wouldn’t pay attention to that smell or the warmth emanating at his left, so enticing. Even if he felt his skin tingling or his neck growing hot. Suddenly, a firm grip pulled him abruptly to the side, making him trip on his feet. The steady hand on his waist, grasping him tightly, prevented the boy from falling clumsily. He looked up, stunned, mouth parting.
“Sorry,” Harry apologised sheepishly with a smile. “You were going to crash into that girl.”
Glancing around, Theo realised how crowded the corridor really was. It was bustling with busy students, trying to avoid one another, running and shouting in all directions. He had been so intent on his own steps and not-noticing Harry, he had completely dismissed their surroundings.Theo nodded and murmured a small “thanks”. The hand on his waist, warm and comforting, unfortunately disappeared, leaving its print burnt into Theo’s mind and body. He could still feel the boiling pressure, even if it had only been for a few seconds. They resumed walking, the shuddering boy reliving endlessly the moment in his head, and the taller one totally unaware.
When they entered the classroom, already packed with seventh years, Theo didn’t wait long before sitting as far from Harry as he could without seeming rude. That being only two seats away… A+ for the effort . At least there were two solid people between them, which was something.
A boy with golden hair and green tie sat to his left, grinning at him. Theo nodded (because even if was on the verge of a mental breakdown, he was still polite), then dived into his textbook, hiding his face between pages and dark curls.
The professor arrived not long after, imposing a respectful silence in the room. The new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher that had valiantly taken the cursed position, was called Savage. Nobody knew his first name and nobody dared to ask. The man was an ex-Auror and wore the look, with a scarred face and a merciless stare. He was probably in his mid-forties, a few white strands sprinkling his brown hair and a stiff figure. His features seemed perpetually fixed in a stone-cold expression, like any spark of life had long gone. Nevertheless, he was a good professor, a lot better than the past ones, that was certain. He was severe without being unnecessarily mean or cruel. He challenged his students because he knew, just like them, what was out there. And Theo could appreciate that unbending will. It was conforming in a sense, to have an adult take them seriously, push them past their limits and not try to erase what they had gone through.
He was so lost in his thoughts, he didn’t register the lesson had begun. The fair boy at his side nudged him discreetly in the elbow, interrupting his reflection. He motioned for the man in front of them, already deep in his lecture. Theo gave a thankful expression to his neighbour and centred his attention. He was already preoccupied enough with that irritating attraction, he wasn’t going to add more to his plate!
The lesson carried on normally. It was a particularly interesting topic, extending on the Dementors, their creation and magical evolution. Theo had already read the chapter and a few other books on the subject, so he allowed himself a brief glancing around. Students were enraptured with the speech, scribbling notes on parchments, murmuring sounds of amazement. Theo could discern bushy hair fluttering as Hermione’s quill furiously marked her paper, while Ron and Draco shared in hushed tones their personal comments.
And then, two seats away, was Harry. The ravishing boy was leaning on his desk, listening closely to Savage. Despite the cold chilling their classroom, he had rolled up his sleeves, revealing his tanned forearms. His long fingers were playing with his wand, making it spin and roll in a hypnotic move. Theo was so captured and engrossed by that rhythm, the way the fingers seemed to dance with skill and confidence, he barely heard the gruff voice.
“Mister Potter, would you please demonstrate?”
Following Savage’s words, the whole class turned its attention on Harry, peering at him with some sort of awe mixed with deference. It was like worshipping a god or something, Theo thought to himself, snorting with scarcely contained derision. As if they saw him for the first time… Pff, of course Harry felt like a tool if everyone looked at him like he was a glorified object.
“With pleasure, Professor.” The grinning boy replied, confidently rising from his seat and strolling up to the vast bureau. All eyes were on him at each step he took nonchalantly.
Once he was positioned in front of the mass of impatient students (and Theo realised he hadn’t paid attention to what spell he was going to cast), Harry smiled and held his wand up. His green eyes searched the room greedily, stopping on Theo’s interrogative face. His smile widened and the wizard winked as he let out in an assured manner:
“Expecto Patronum”
A bright flash of light flooded the room, blinding the young witches and wizards. Theo felt a sudden mild and pleasant warmth washing over him. Then, a silvery and gleaming stag took form right before their dazzled eyes. The shimmering animal bowed elegantly to Harry, arousing enthusiastic and awed exclamations. It was one thing to know that Harry Potter was capable of casting a full-formed corporeal Patronus, but it was on a complete other level to actually see it.
The stag briefly wandered around its caster, before heading towards the lines of desks. He leisurely crossed the room, under the students’ admirative gaze. Most of them wished to touch the silvery form but were afraid it would simply vanish. Unexpectedly, the stag halted right in front of Theo, observing him curiously. The stunned boy could only stare back, speechless. After a few long and silent seconds, the animal lowered his head to him and then disappeared in a shining haze.
“Interesting.” Savage commented, breaking the solemn silence that reigned over the room.
People were now whispering, their watchful stares coming and going between the two wordless boys. Harry had stiffened, his face impassive. He squared his jaw, his whole body tensing with anticipation. His eyes were only fixated on Theo’s blank face, apprehensive. Oh, he knew damn well what his Patronus had wanted to communicate. And from Draco and Hermione’s astounded expression, he wasn’t the only one. He just hoped he hadn’t scared Theo away, who was still sitting immobile and silent. There was a chance he didn’t know what that gesture meant, as it was a pretty rare phenomenon. But Harry wasn’t counting on that, with how much the universe had helped him so far…
Theo was… oh boy, he was feeling like a bomb threatening to explode. In truth, he didn't know what he was feeling anymore. He could no longer see or even hear. The stag gracefully bowing to him was imprinted in his mind. That and the look Harry had given him made his breath heavy, his heart throbbing. Something in him woke up, stirring, burning every cell in his body. He was barely breathing, inflamed with a thrilling sensation shaking his bones.
Oh fuck ! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck ! He knew damn well what he was feeling now.
Hot and bothered, titillated, lecherous, lustful, dirty, horny, as Blaise had put it so kindly.
He really wanted him.
Squirming in his seat and finally flushing under the stares (but we all know it wasn’t only the only reason), Theo cursed once again his life, the universe and that fucking attraction .