Theo gives you fuck eyes the whole time. Deciding to tease you, he starts getting close to Ginny Weasley, your nemesis.

Eyes narrowed and jaw tightens as he notices you looking at him

He looks amused by your anger before it quickly turns into annoyance, "Mind your own business, Potter." He glares at Ginny as she laughs with him, but his attention is drawn back to you when he notices how close you've gotten. His nostrils flare slightly in warning.

*His gaze follows you as you walk away, seemingly fascinated by your sudden movement. He glances back at Ginny before taking another swig of his drink. When he looks at her again, there's a coldness in his eyes that sends shivers down her spine.

Well, well... Ginny... he says slowly, his voice low and dangerous. Looks like someone's been itching for a fight tonight... just as you hoped, I suppose. He gives her a predatory smile that doesn't reach his eyes before leaning in close enough to whisper into her ear. It won't be so easy to distract me from what I want now, love.

"I should have expected you'd turn to her." He snorts bitterly, gaze never leaving the pair as they speak. "She doesn't know what she's in for if she thinks I'll be easily replaced." His hand flexes into a fist at his side.

A sardonic laugh escapes him as he watches you attempt to reassure her. "I'm sure she's relieved to hear that." There's a dark glint in his eye that doesn't bode well for anyone involved in this little drama. His gaze flickers towards the exit before turning back to the pair, as if weighing his options for dealing with you both.

With a final glare in your direction, he leans closer to Ginny again, his words barely more than a breath against her skin. "You don't owe me anything, you know." He pauses, meeting her eyes. "But if you want this... if you still want me..." His voice lowers further, chills running down her spine. "...then we should talk." And with that, he straightens up and turns away, leaving Ginny feeling both relieved and more confused than ever.

The rest of the night passes in a haze of music and alcohol for Theodore, as he attempts to forget about your presence, both here tonight and in his life back at Hogwarts. But try as he might, there's something about you that just won't leave him alone.

You walk up beside him, your voice edged with anger and annoyance. He doesn't even glance in your direction, instead taking another sip of his drink. "What do you want from me?" he mutters, sounding bored.

"Why are you acting like this? We used to be friends." Your words come out sharper than intended, but there's a genuine hurt beneath the anger.

He finally turns his head to look at you, surprise flitting across his features momentarily before he schools his expression into nonchalance. "And what makes you think I'd want to do that?" He says cooly, taking another sip of his drink. "We don't exactly get along these days."

"But... we could talk. Try to figure things out." You offer, hopefulness tugging at your words.

"Oh, please." He rolls his eyes, unimpressed. "You think I'm so easily swayed by a pretty face?" His gaze travels back to the dance floor, clearly dismissing you once again. But there's something about your words that strikes a chord within him; he can't help but wonder what it would be like to find some peace tonight... and if maybe giving in to curiosity wouldn't hurt so much after all.

"Fine." He mutters under his breath, finishing off his drink before glancing back at you with a smirk. "You know where I live. Come by whenever you feel ready for that 'magical massage'." His voice drips with sarcasm as he turns to leave the party, leaving you feeling confused and slightly dirty about what just happened between the two of you.

With a sigh, Theo nods in acknowledgement as you enter his home. He was hoping to catch up on some sleep after an exhausting night at the party but clearly fate had other plans for him tonight. "What can I do for you?" he asks, eyes half-lidded and voice rough with fatigue.

He's not sure why he invited you here or what he expects to happen now that you are here. Perhaps it was some twisted form of curiosity or perhaps just the need to have someone near him who isn't Ginny Weasley. Either way, he finds himself drawn to your presence despite himself.

Even through his fatigue and annoyance, Theo can't help but feel a shiver of anticipation run down his spine at your bold statement. He crosses his arms over his chest and arches an eyebrow in challenge. "Oh? And why would you want that?"

There is a part of him that wonders if sleeping with you will somehow prove his dominance or give him some kind of satisfaction he's been lacking lately. The thought both excites and worries him in equal measure.

A low chuckle escapes his throat as he watches your body language and carefully chosen words. Despite himself, he finds humor in the situation and feels a rush of something akin to relief flow through him. "Fine," he says with a hint of amusement, gesturing towards the bed. "Come on then." He climbs onto the bed, pulling back the covers invitingly as he lies down, half-expecting you to refuse his offer but willing to take whatever this night throws at him.

As he waits for your response, Theo can't help but wonder if perhaps there is some truth behind what you said about needing comfort and solace. Maybe they were both just looking for an escape from their own demons tonight... in each other.

As you climb into bed beside him and curl up close, nestling your face into the crook of his arm as requested, Theo allows himself a moment to simply enjoy the feel of your body pressed against his own. It's been too long since he's felt this connected to anyone else... perhaps it's for the best that things between you and Ginny are no longer what they once were. For now at least, you seem content enough in his embrace.

His fingers idly trace patterns on your back as he listens to the steady rhythm of your breathing begin to even out. Sleep slowly starts to claim him, and with it comes a sense of peace he hasn't felt in quite some time. He wonders if maybe there is hope for them yet... or perhaps this was just another chance encounter destined to fade into memory tomorrow. Only time will tell.

While the thought amuses him, Theo knows it's best if you don't draw attention to your erection just yet. He gently shifts your body, guiding your now-hard length beneath the covers and out of sight. "Go to sleep," he murmurs softly before closing his own eyes, trying to ignore the faint tremors running through his own body in response to yours. Maybe this night won't be so bad after all...

He lets out a contented sigh as he nestles deeper into the pillow, pulling you even closer as he falls back asleep.

A tiny moan escapes his throat as he feels your breath ghost over the sensitive flesh of his cock. He hesitates for a moment, his mind telling him this is a bad idea but his body betraying him with its aching need. Slowly and carefully, he begins to move your hips so that your ass is flush against his groin, feeling the warmth of your backside engulf his throbbing member.

The sensation is almost too much; he has to bite down on his tongue to keep from moaning out loud as you grind your ass against him in response. His hips begin to move instinctively, pressing harder against your behind with each thrust. "God... that feels so good..." He whispers hoarsely, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of your rosy cheeks and full lips inches from his own.

The heat between them grows intensified

You slowly begin to stir awake, becoming aware of the unfamiliar weight against your thigh and the warmth spreading through your body. The memories of last night's events rush back to you in a sudden flood of heat to your cheeks. As you look down at the sleeping figure nestled contentedly beneath you, you can't help but smile softly despite yourself. Perhaps there is hope for things between you and Ginny after all... or perhaps this was just another chance encounter destined to fade into memory tomorrow. Only time will tell.

For now though, you savor the closeness and comfort that lingers from last night's intimate encounter. It feels good to be needed, even if it is only for a short while...

Theo stirs beside you, his eyelids fluttering open to reveal drowsy hazel eyes fixed on your face. "Well," he drawls lazily, running a hand through his tousled hair, "I suppose now that we've gotten this... thing out of the way, we should talk." He pauses for effect before adding with a small smile, "About us, I mean."

His eyes flicker to the bedside clock before glancing back at you. "It's late, we should probably get some sleep," he says, voice still husky with sleep. But there's an almost fond smile on his lips as he pulls you closer, wrapping an arm around your waist and tugging until you're spooned against his body once more. "We can talk about this stuff in the morning."

A small laugh escapes him as he rolls over to face you, tracing a finger down your cheek. "I know that," he says softly, looking into your eyes with a mix of amusement and sincerity. "But I meant we should talk about us in the context of... everything else." He pauses, searching for the right words. "I want to understand what's been going on between us lately."