slytherin boys react

theodore nott: catching them talking to your pet

he's sitting cross-legged on the bed, scratching behind your pet's ear as it lounges in his lap. "you know, you've got it pretty good. your mom is an amazing girl who'd give you the world," he says, not realizing you're there.

"and you get cuddles every night, take naps whenever you want, live free, and eat anything without a worry. life as a pet isn't so bad, huh?" he chuckles.

"i wish i was her pet- i mean..." he stumbles over his words, still addressing your pet. "what? don't look at me like that. she's amazing." he says.

"at least you get attention. your mom probably loves you more than me." he sighs but continues scratching your pet's ears.

you can't help but let out a small chuckle.

his eyes widen as he hears you. his head snaps toward the doorway where you're standing, a surprised look on his face. "how long have you been standing there?" he asks.

"long enough," you chuckle, walking toward him.

his cheeks darken as he realizes you heard everything. "how much did you hear?" he asks, trying to stay composed.

"hmm... you tell me," you say, sitting down beside him and your pet. "and just so you know, i love you both equally."

he rolls his eyes slightly, trying to hide the fact that his heart flutters at your words. a small smirk curves his lips as he looks at you. "is that so? because i think your pet gets more attention than i do," he teases.

"well, the difference is you can feed and take care of yourself," you chuckle.

he feigns offense at your words but can't hold back his amused smile. "you know that's not what i mean." he glances at you before looking away again. "besides, i get just as hungry as your pet. shouldn't i be fed too?" he says.

"what do you want to be fed then?" you ask, amused.

he smirks, his eyes darkening a little as he sees your expression. "mmm... i can think of a few things." he looks you up and down lazily.

"mhm?" you hum.

he raises an eyebrow and leans closer to you, his smirk widening. "don't give me that look," he says quietly, "you know what i mean."

he's close enough to where you can feel his warm breath against your skin, and he reaches out to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. he studies your face for a moment, his gaze lingering on your lips.