slytherin boys react

theodore nott: baking something for them but they don't like it

as he sits on the couch, engrossed in his book, you approach him, holding a plate of freshly baked goods. you offer him one, and he takes one without looking up from his reading. his face betrays a slight cringe as he takes a bite and chews, but he quickly tries to maintain a nonchalant expression.

he swallows, trying to keep his expression unchanged, but the distaste is evident. he doesn't want to hurt your feelings.

he glances up from his book momentarily, meeting your gaze with a forced smile, and murmurs a quiet, "thank you," before returning to his reading.

he takes another bite, trying to hide his grimace as the sweetness lingers on his tongue. despite his effort, the struggle to maintain a straight face is clear.

he chews slowly, forcing another small smile, and mumbles a second, "thank you," before burying his face back in his book, secretly wishing he could spit the treat out.

curious, you ask. "is that all you're going to say?"

he knows he can't keep up the act much longer. he closes his book, looking up at you with a mixture of guilt and discomfort.

he takes a deep breath before speaking, his voice laced with unease. "look, uh, maybe you should try baking something else?" he suggests gently, wincing internally as the words leave his mouth.

he gently takes your hand, his touch soft yet firm, seeking your forgiveness. as his fingers lace through yours, you catch the guilt flashing in his eyes, and a small giggle escapes your lips at his adorably remorseful expression.

he gives your hand a slight squeeze, his thumb gently rubbing over your knuckles. "i'm sorry," he murmurs, his voice soft and sincere. "i just really don't like it."

you see the genuine regret in his expression, and you laugh again, amused by the mix of his guilty conscience and his distaste for the treat. "don't be ridiculous, it's just a treat." you say.

he lets out a soft chuckle at your response. "you're the ridiculous one," he teases gently, his voice filled with affectionate annoyance.

"i'm trying to let you down easy, and you're over here laughing." he pulls you closer, a small smirk plays on his lips as he adds, "seriously though, can you try making something different next time? maybe something less... sweet?"

a mischievous glint appears in his eyes as he leans in closer, his voice lowering to a seductive murmur. a smirk curls at the corners of his lips as he pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around your waist. "you know, if you really want to sweeten me up, you could always just give me a taste of you instead."