theodore nott headcanons, part three.

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⟢ DATING

── .✦ IT WASN'T SOMETHING you noticed right away, not until after you started dating. but once you did, it became so clear: theodore nott's love language was physical touch.

it began with the small things - little touches that seemed almost accidental at first. his hand would brush against yours as you walked down the hallway, or his fingers would linger on your back as he passed you in the common room. you'd feel a gentle nudge from his knee under the table during dinner, or his leg pressed lightly against yours as you sat next to each other during study sessions in the library.

at first, you wondered if it was just his way of being casual, but the frequency and intimacy of these touches told a different story. theo's love for you wasn't always spoken in words - it was shown in the way he always found an excuse to touch you, to feel you close to him.

the two of you were sitting in the slytherin common room one evening, the fire crackling softly in the hearth as you studied together. your books were spread out on the table, but your focus was on the way theo's hand rested casually on your thigh beneath the table. his thumb traced absentminded circles on the fabric of your skirt, a soft, reassuring presence that made it impossible for you to concentrate on anything else.

"you know," you said, looking up from your book, "i've noticed something about you."
theo glanced at you, raising a curious eyebrow. "oh? and what's that?"
"you're always touching me," you replied, your voice light and teasing, though there was an underlying warmth to your words. "like, all the time. even when you think i'm not paying attention."

his lips curved into a small, knowing smirk, and he shifted in his seat, turning slightly to face you. his hand remained on your thigh, though now he pressed just a little more firmly, his fingers tightening slightly as if to emphasize your point.

"can you blame me?" he said softly, his eyes holding yours with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. "you're impossible not to touch."

you laughed softly, shaking your head, but the way your chest fluttered told you that you weren't complaining. "i'm serious, theo. it's like you always need to be close."
he shrugged, his smirk fading into something softer, more sincere. "i guess i do."

theo leaned forward slightly, closing the small gap between you as his hand slid from your thigh to your waist. his fingers traced a gentle path along your side, sending shivers up your spine as his touch lingered just beneath the hem of your shirt.

"i like having you close," he murmured, his voice low and almost vulnerable in a way that made your heart ache with affection for him. "it makes me feel... grounded. like you're really here with me."

you felt your breath catch as you looked into his eyes, the firelight casting a warm glow over his features. his expression was open, genuine - completely unguarded in a way that theo rarely allowed himself to be. it was moments like this that reminded you how deeply he cared for you, how much he cherished having you in his life.

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