Imagine with Harry meeting a son of a Death Eater first instead of Ron and they becoming best friends, and him being really awkward and sweet and nice regardless being a Slytherin and always being rather upset and protective when Draco harasses Harry. And then sometime around sixth year when Harry starts liking some girl, him being really jealous and not knowing why, but one night he decides to confess that he doesn't like the way he talks to other girls and they kiss? like rlly sweet and fluffy
At that moment a group of people passed just behind him and he caught a few words of what they were say.
‘-packed with muggles of course-’
Harry swung around.
The careless manoeuvre meant Harry didn’t see the rather tall man with his also rather tall son walk on the other side of him and he subsequently bumped into the son as he span.
‘Hey watch it!’ The young boy exclaimed and Harry shot back to gape and him, he cheeks burning with embarrassment.
‘Oh I’m sorry I didn’t see you-’ Harry started.
‘Theodore come along now. What are you doing?’ Shouted the taller man who Harry presumed must be Theodore’s father.
But the sandy blonde haired boy glanced at Harry and his trunk with Hedwig perched precariously on top and smiled slightly. ‘It’s okay, don’t worry about it.’ The boy paused. ‘You look confused, don’t know how to get through?’
Now Harry was definitely confused. ‘Get through? Get through where? I’m looking for Plat-’
‘Theodore did you mishear me? I said come along. Now.’
The young boys smile fell. Harry thought he couldn’t be much older than him and his father reminded him slightly of his Uncle.
‘Just follow us okay? Run through the barrier, you’ll see.’ The boy turned to go before looking back quickly. ‘I’ll see you in there.’
Once Harry had managed to get himself through the barrier to Platform 9¾ and heave his trunk onto the large scarlet steam engine, he stood in the corridor of the train, slowly processing what was happening to him. It was here. It was real.
‘So you made it then.’ A small voice came from behind him. Harry turned. It was Theodore again, his father wasn’t there anymore and the boy seemed to have perked up slightly, he was standing even taller then he already was, with a big smile on his face.
‘Um yeah I guess so, thanks for helping me.’
‘Don’t mention it.’ The boy beamed. ‘My name is Theodore Nott, but you can call me Theo, and you are?’
This time Theo went white as a sheet. ‘Really..’ he whispered.
‘Yeah?’ Harry realised he should have expected this after the treatment he had been receiving all over the wizarding world, but it felt strange, Theo seemed to be looking at him with fear rather than awe and it made Harry uncomfortable. But as quickly as the boy had paled, his cheeks flushed again.
‘I’m sorry Harry, you must think I’m really weird.. It’s just my dad… you know what? doesn’t matter. You want to come sit with me?’
Theo pointed to an empty compartment in the train, and Harry decided then and there that he like the sweet nervous gangly boy.
‘Sure thing Theo.’
All of that had happened 6 years earlier. Harry always looked on the memory fondly, the day he met his best friend. The rest of his first day at Hogwarts had been a blur.
At first Harry had been upset when he was sorted into Gryffindor whilst Theo had been put into Slytherin like he said he would, but the two had always manged to find one another, despite the difference in houses.
Theo had remained Harry’s closest friend during his time here at Hogwarts, he had other friends, sure. The boys he shared a dorm with were all great and he and Ron had been friends for a while now. Hermione Granger, another Gryffindor girl, was Ron and Neville’s best friend though, and Harry had always preferred Theo to that trio.
Harry and Theo now walked quietly one evening along the corridor, aiming to reach a disused charms classroom to practice some new spells Harry had been reading about, after Dumbledore’s Army and that whole fiasco, Harry and Theo had always tried to fit in any defensive training where they could, for protection but also for fun.
As they walked along, animatedly talking about Harry’s potions textbook and the strange writing it had inside it, Draco himself rounded the corner.
‘Alright Potter.’ he sneered.
‘Malfoy’ Harry replied.
‘What do you want Draco.’ Theo said in a disinterested tone.
‘Nothing, just to be able to walk along the corridor without bumping in a blood-traitor and his pet chosen one. That’s all.’
‘Piss off Malfoy, go find someone else to bother, leave Harry alone for once.’
Harry snorted. ‘It’s fine Theo, Draco isn’t going to do anything without his group of thugs around to protect him is he?’
Theo smiled. ‘That’s true, where are they Draco? Did Goyle get his wand stuck up his bum again?’
Draco snarled at both of them before turning to walk away. Harry and Theo continued walking to the classroom in fits of giggles.
‘Did you see his face’ Theo smiled.
Harry mimicked Draco’s expression. ‘No Potter, Nott please don’t hurt me, I’m only an ickle Malfoy’
The two boys laughed again as they entered one of Flitwick’s charms rooms. Harry stopped laughing and sighed.
‘This is where Cho and I did pair work together a few weeks ago’
The smile on Theo’s face vanished. ‘Oh.’
‘She’s really pretty I don’t know how you can’t see it.’
Theo dropped his gaze and leaned against the wall of the room. ‘I just think there are better people out there Harry. For you at least.’
‘Theo stop, you know your Dad would never really make you marry a Pureblood girl.’
‘You don’t know my Dad Harry..’
Not wanting the subject to go any further, as Harry could see Theo was already quite upset at the change in topic, he switched back to Cho.
‘Cho does have really pretty eyes though, you have to admit.’
‘What she does!’
‘Does she? Or are you just saying that because you want me to like her?’
Harry frowned. ‘Maybe a little bit of both. I mean why do you hate her anyway?’
Theo looked exasperated ‘I don’t hate her i just think…’
‘I just think you could do better.’
Theo suddenly looked uncomfortable and he stood back up and walked over to Harry, not meeting his gaze.
‘I don’t know..’
‘Come on, give me one good example.’
I don’t know someone like…’
‘WHO THEO!’ Harry was laughing now, Theo could be so annoying sometimes.
The words were barely audible and Harry had to pause for a second to see if he had heard correctly, but Theo’s entire face had turned red and he was finally looking into Harry’s eyes. Harry’s mouth fell open.
‘Like me.’ Theo repeated a little louder.
Harry remained motionless and Theo got the message, his hands shot into his pockets and he shook his sandy blonde hair away from his eyes.
‘I’ll see you round Pot-’
Harry reached forward and grabbed Theo’s arm, yanking him forwards. he had to stand on tiptoes slightly but he didn’t mind and as Theo stumbled forward Harry pressed small kiss on his lips. It was short and sweet, but deep and meaningful and now it was Theo’s turn to stare open mouthed as Harry pulled away, still gently hold Theo’s arm in his, slowly moving his hand down and into Theo’s pocket to wrap around his own.
Harry grinned. ‘God almightly Theo, took you long enough’
‘Like you back you idiot. Since we were 11. So trying to be so sneaky about it. I like you back. All you had to do was say it.’ Harry was laughing now, and as Theo realised what was happening he began to join in to.
‘You like me back?’ He giggled.
Theo pulled his hands out his robes to grab Harry around the waist to before pulling him back into a much longer kiss.