you watch intently as the bottle spins on the floor, the aged wood groaning against the glass. you feel the bile rising in your throat when it reaches Malfoy— though it goes down when it passes him by a millimeter and you feel your ability to breathe come back.
the bile immediately comes back up when you notice who it lands on.
Theodore Nott, in all his fucking glory is smirking
at you— it's ridiculously wide and full of cockiness and you find yourself praying that one day his face becomes permanently stuck like that; perhaps it will help him realize how stupid he actually looks.
truthfully, you had no real problem with the boy, nor did you ever go out of your way to be unpleasant towards him— for all intensive purposes, he simply just seemed to hate you, the extent of such hatred seeming to vary in many ways throughout the many years you shared with him at hogwarts.
from the countless amounts of pranks he deemed were amusing to pull on you, down to the insults he decided to throw at you for simply being in his presence, you easily surmised that Theodore Nott was the last person you'd ever want to be locked in a closet with.
you make no effort to mask your displeasure as you stare at him in scrutiny, as if he magically brought the bottle to a halt as it passed him—although the probability of that happening wasn't entirely implausible, you thought to yourself bitterly.
he smirks even wider and you find yourself perplexed at how the action is even possible.
"don't look so excited, principessa." his voice is low and gutteral, its full of cockiness and you would be lying to yourself if you said that it was entirely unwarranted. you were many things, but not a liar. he was attractive and he knew it— every student of the female population knew it, but you refused to inflate his ego any more than it already was. you also had no interest in becoming one of the many names he could cross off his list of conquests.
"i hope you die, Nott," your words are dry but not lacking meaning and before he can respond you swiftly get up from your seat on the floor and begin the journey to the small broom closet— the same closet that your previously selected pair of classmates had embarked just moments ago and you ignore the cheers that fill the room in your wake.
he lets out a chuckle at your words— which you don't hear as you're already half way across the room— and follows in suit, the smile never leaving his face as he watches you walk from behind.
murmurs of your fellow classmates reverberate through the room. you're acutely aware of the jealousy emanating from the copious amounts of girls that wished they were in your position and part of you feels almost pleased that you get to rub it in their face, but as theo approaches closer to you, it doesn't seem quite worth it anymore.
"well, you two know the rules i presume?" it's a slytherin boy, whose name you don't care to remember, but you nod nonetheless and he opens the door to the closet.
"ladies first," theo smiles motioning for you to enter, the same smile you've seen him give to countless girls before and you don't try to hide the way your eyes roll at his gesture. you want to make a snarky remark, but you ultimately decide against it in hopes of getting these seven minutes over with as quickly and painlessly as possible.
you enter the room, he follows suit and the door slams. you're immediately engulfed by darkness and you sigh. you think to yourself that you can still see theo's ridiculous smirk even through the darkness.
"look Nott, i don't know what you think is gonna happen here but—" he lets out a laugh, its loud and full of condescension.
"merlin, y/n do you ever lighten up?" there's amusement laced in his voice and you can tell he's profoundly enjoying the way you're getting riled up.
you have no control over your immediate eye roll, "i do actually, i suppose you just wouldn't know because it's usually only around people i like."
