INTERMISSION (slytherin boys imagines)

Apocalypse ~TN

I walk up the stairs of the astronomy tower, excitement radiating off of me with every step. I had been waiting all week to watch the shooting stars tonight, being a nerd when it comes to constellations and stars. No one I knew was breaking curfew to watch, it would just be me and the stars.

As I reach the top of the tower, I zip my sweater all the way up, pulling my hood up to cover my hair from the fierce winds that carry at this height. I step out of the covered area and tip my head up to admire Sirius, one of the few constellations that can be seen during the winters at Hogwarts. My eyes inadvertently drift towards Regulus, one of the brightest stars in the sky, which also helps make up Leo, the constellation. I close my eyes, the feeling of the wind against my face mixed with the light from the moon and stars shakes away any nerves I had throughout the day.

"If you're thinking about jumping, don't. It won't be a very pleasant death." A voice startles me out of my peaceful moment. I turn to my left and see a boy leaning on the rail next to me, looking up at the sky. "I wasn't thinking of jumping." I reply dryly as I continued to observe him. "Whatever you say." He replies back.

I look up again and try to ignore the boy next to me as I grow impatient waiting for the shooting stars. The sound of a lighter breaks the long silence; I look toward him and see him lighting up a joint. "That's bad for you." Do you ever get that feeling you get when you really want to make conversation with someone? That's me right now. Something about him is so enticing, I need to know more about him.

"Killing yourself is also bad for you yet you still thought about it." He shoots back instantly before taking a hit from his joint. "I wasn't even thinking about killing myself. I'm sure that will though if you continue to smoke that." With that, he actually turns his head and looks at me. Merlin, does he look at me.

The first thing I notice is the look in his eyes. Not necessarily his eye color or the sunken eyes he has but the look of despair that lays behind. Then I notice his body language, he's slumped over the railing in defeat with the joint resting in his hand that's over the railing. Lastly I notice how beautiful he is. His beauty wasn't something you could capture with words or even fully comprehend. Looking at him felt like staring at the first light of dawn, an overwhelming, indescribable perfection that makes you forget how to breathe. Devastatingly beautiful.

"Are you a Slytherin?" He asks as he continues to stare at me. "Why would I tell you." I know he's a Slytherin since he's still in uniform which is why I deflect. I don't want our conversation to end by the mere chance that he's one of those Slytherins. "Well clearly you're not. If you were, you wouldn't have deflected the question. My guess is Ravenclaw with how quick you are to throw back what you're given." He smiles a little bit, a dimple appearing as he does. The things I would say or do to see that dimple repeatedly.

"I'll take that as a compliment, thank you." I reply turning my head back up to mask my warm cheeks. I've never gotten like this in front of anyone let alone a boy. Something about him seems different, though. "Do you tend to come up here?" his voice cuts the silence that loomed over us. "Not really, I came for the shooting stars." I reply back "Do you?"
"Yeah, this place is where I come when I need some time to myself." I'm supposed he shared this with me, most guys don't tend to show their 'softer' side. "I can see why, the wind mixed with the stars. It's perfect really." I look towards him but he's already staring at me with his intense gaze.

"I'm Theo, by the way. Theodore Nott." He holds out his hand. "I'm Y/n. It's nice to meet you Theo." I take his hand and smile up at him.

Three weeks later

I've been coming to the astronomy tower every night for the last three weeks after curfew to have my time with Theo. We talk about everything and anything, I feel like I could tell him anything and he would know exactly what to say.

"Hey there." He greets me as soon as I reach the last step. His smile almost makes me fall to my knees but then I notice a forming bruise on his left eye. "What the fuck happened?" I ask as I grab his face to inspect closer. "It's nothing, bella. Don't worry about it." He turns his head away and walks toward the outside area of the astronomy tower.

"That's not nothing, Theodore. That is very much something." I shoot back, walking right behind him. "You're not getting out of this conversation so easily."

"Full name? It's not that serious really." He sits down at the ledge and looks up at me. "Sit down, please." I sit down next to him and stare at his black eye. "Who did that?" "Don't stress yourself over it, bella." "I'm stressing because you're not telling me." "I got into a small argument with some Gryffindor today during charms class. There are you happy?" His voice is accusatory as he turns away from me and crosses his arms.

"Hey, don't talk to me like that. I wanted to know what happened to you. I'm not the idiot that punched you in the eye so don't take it out on me." I say as I stand up and walk away from him, hearing him call my name.

One Week Later

I sit in DADA bored out of my mind. Snape continues to drone on and on about who knows what. Theodore has been staring at me all class, Snape's even called him out on it already but it seems as though he doesn't care. I haven't gone back to the astronomy tower in the last week and I've been ignoring him this whole time. I won't take disrespect from anyone, especially not a man.

As I continue to zone out, a piece of paper lands on my desk. I furrow my brows and gently grab the paper.

Will you please talk to me? I'm sorry, you can yell at me and hate me as much as you want, but please don't ignore me. Meet me at our spot tonight. I'll be waiting.
Love yours , Theo xx.

I don't know if I can be near him right now. I'm still upset for the way he spoke to me, I will not
tolerate someone yelling at me. Some might think I'm overreacting but I genuinely cannot handle people yelling at me. Call it PTSD if you will, but this is a hard limit for me.

I find myself at the astronomy tower a couple hours later, climbing up the stairs. "You came, thank merlin." Theodore crushes me with a hug, something we've never done. "We need to have a conversation, I know I messed up, but I swear it was an accident. I was already irritated that day from the fight and I took it out on you afterward and I am so so sorry." I can tell he means it, the sincerity in his eyes speak louder than his words. "Will you tell me why you got into a fight in the first place?" I say, crossing my arms over my chest as I stare up at him.

"Yes. It's kind of embarrassing on my part but I'll tell you. I was in divination, dozing off and I suddenly became aware of someone behind me talking about you. I head Cormac begin to talk about you in ways that made me so angry. It felt like my whole body was on fire. My hands were shaking and my heart was pounding so hard I thought it might burst out of my chest. I was irrational and I punched him in the throat, cutting off his airways. I hit him there on purpose; I wanted to rid of his way to speak." I'm in shock, I think. "Okay, what happens now?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean now that I forgive you, what happens now."
"What?"
"You buffoon, now that you've admitted that you're practically in love with me. What. Happens. Now?"
"I did now."
"You most certainly did."
"Well I don't know what happens now you tell me."

I kiss him. The world around me seemed to dissolve as we stood under the light of the stars and moon.