the boy scratched at the skin on his wrist so hard it bled. he'd been doing it all summer. so much so that the skin on his left arm was nothing but scabs and irritated skin. it itched. it constantly fucking itched and it hurt. but the subtle pain was a decent daily distraction from his mind. and harry liked that. there's only so much dark magic a person can suffer before it leaves a mark. harry potter 8th year fanfic WARNING: 18+

"You love me?" Said Theo. "Is there a problem with that?" "No. Not at all, my darling." Said Theo, kissing her cheek. Then her other cheek and then her lips. He kept her in place in front of him. Hands on her waist. "Theo," she started, "do you-" "There are not enough words." - Theodore Nott x Ravenclaw OC - Crushing hard/idiots/"We're just friends," "yeah right,"/ to lovers/ if I loved you less I'd be able to talk about it more Flips between perspective (third person but following one at a time) but most is from Theo's perspective.