The brunette fourth year climbed the stairs of the astronomy tower. She wanted to get a good sketch in while the sky was clear. Her large brown eyes had always had a flair for taking in detail and putting it down on parchment. Her curly hair was out as always and framing her small face with a sort of spunky edge. She had her green jumper on over to provide warmth in the cool night air. This, of course, was not her first time sneaking out to draw; she'd always preferred night scenes anyway.

When the girl reached the top, she saw a tall figure standing by the edge and she froze. At first she thought it was a professor, and pondered the idea of slipping quietly back down to the dormitory. But the girl's characteristic boldness took over her and she walked slowly over to the figure, saying nothing.

The boy turned around and jumped slightly at the sight of her.

"Wha-who's there?" Theodore asked, looking flustered. The brunette tilted her head curiously and pursed her lips. She took in the boy's lanky physique and brutally short brown hair. He wasn't weakly built, just thin. Both of them considered each other, having never crossed paths before now. After a few minutes of awkward silence, Romilda smiled gently.

"Romilda Vane, and you?" She asked, cautiously moving closer to the boy.

"Theodore Nott, but please, call me Theo. Theodore is a bit of a mouthful." He added with an embarrassed smile.

"It is." She agreed good-naturedly. She suddenly seemed to remember her purpose as she glanced down at her sketchbook. "I was just coming up to draw, I can leave if you're having a moment…or…something." She gestured towards the stairs and cursed herself internally. She didn't really want to leave; she enjoyed a good conversation with a male stranger every once in a while.

"No, no I can leave. I was just…I'll go now." He said, furrowing his brow slightly and turning to leave.

"Or, we could both stay." Romilda called after him hopefully. He turned back to face her curiously. "The tower is plenty big for the both of us." She added, gesturing around the space in the air.

"I suppose I can stay a little while." He said slowly, turning back around and resuming his former place in the corner. Romilda took out her book and looked down on the grounds before beginning her work. "So, you're an artist?" Theodore asked after a few minutes of watching her draw the half-giant's hut and the surrounded wooded area.

"Hmm?" She looked up grudgingly from her latest work and met his eyes.

"You…you're an artist?" He asked again.

"Oh, yeah. Well, sort of. Obviously not really good or anything, just in my spare time." She said shaking her head and gesturing to her sketch.

"Looks pretty good to me." He said looking over her shoulder again at what she had sketched.

"Thanks, that's nice of you to say. So what do you do in your spare time? Question the meaning of life on top of towers?" She teased gently. Theo chuckled.

"I'm head of the potions club actually. Sort of a passion. I want to buy the apothecary in Diagon Alley after I work up the funds." He shrugged. Romilda nodded her head as if playing with the new information.

"I rather like potions too, never been much of a fan of Snape though. Slughorn is quite good, don't you agree?" She said, giving her input as always.

"Yeah, fine teacher and all but a bit odd in the head. Heard he's got some sort of club of favorites."

"Right the 'slug club' and all. I've tried getting in on the fun but no dice." She shrugged leaning back against the railing. The full moon lit half of her face and Theo noticed for the first time how dark and deep her eyes were. He was half afraid he would fall into the secretive and saucy irises if he got to close. Which didn't exactly seem like a bad thing at the moment.

"Wait, you're that fourth year who tried to slip Potter a love potion but it got to Weasely by mistake, right?" Asked Theo, a hint of amusement in his tone. Romilda looked down at her hand, not embarrassed but not particularly proud of her efforts. A small smile played around her thin lips.

"Not exactly a shining moment I'll admit it. But that was awhile ago, I've done a bit of soul searching," She said bashfully. "And decided if he's just not into me I'll find someone who is…eventually." She ended her justification with a bubbly smile and met Theodore's eyes, taking in his long face and cute freckles.

"Good outlook." Theo approved, nodding.

"And what about you?" Asked Romilda dramatically, hitting his arm flirtatiously and flipping her curls over her right shoulder.

"What about me?" Theo countered.

"Exactly. You seem to know all about me but I don't even know what house you're in. Let's hear the abridged biography of Theodore Nott." She said playfully.

"Okay, well, sixth year, Slytherin," Theo took a peek at her face to see her reaction to the previous information. Besides the slight twitch when he said Slytherin she look genuinely fascinated. "Mum died when I was young."

"Oh, I'm so sorry, how tragic." Said Romilda, placing her hand on his before pulling it back blushing.

"It's fine. Didn't really know her, wish I had though. Would have been nice, you know, to have a mother." Romilda nodded sympathetically.

"Do you and your dad get on well?" She asked kindly.

"Fairly, well not recently of course. He's in Azkaban, Deatheater and all." Romilda flinched at how casually Theo spoke of the wizarding prison and of You Know Who's followers.

"And you? Are you a…?" Her bold question trailed off feebly at the end, as if she was afraid of the answer.

"Deatheater? Me? No. I'm still in school. I'll avoid it best I can. Blood purity doesn't really matter to me much, I'd rather pick my friends by common interests and character." He said informally. The Gryffindor let out a sigh of relief she didn't know she'd been holding in. Romilda was transfixed at how good this strange Slytherin seemed to be. Theo looked back up at her mesmerized face. "What?" He asked, sporting the Slytherin smirk.

"It's just, well, you're a Slytherin." She said smartly.

"And you're a Gryffindor." He mimicked, grinning. She hit his arm again.

"You know what I mean."

"Do I?" He was teasing her now, quite out of character for him. He didn't interact much with others seeing as he thought he was in the wrong house personally and because of that he was avoided by most of the school.

"Yes. It's common nature that Slytherins and Gryffindors aren't nice to each other." She shook her head with a smile. "But you are and, well, it's…"

"Nice?" He finished for her.

"Yes its very nice." She agreed, rolling her eyes.

"Nicer than your boyfriend?" He smacked himself internally. Of all the lines he could have used to find out if this very good-looking young witch was single he went with that one. Romilda saw through it immediately but played along. She looked down with a smile.

"I don't have a boyfriend." She said slowly.

"Oh, well, how…"

"Nice?" She grinned.

"Surprising, actually. No really it is; you seem like a lovely girl. Surprised you haven't landed someone like McClaggen." He said meeting her deep brown eyes with his stormy gray ones. She assessed him for a moment with playfully narrowed eyes.

"Not sure whether that was a complement or an insult." She said, mock suspicious.

"Go with complement for now." He teased.

"And you? Girlfriend?" Asked Romilda, although she had an educated guess on the answer.

"No, lone wolf." He said, almost too eagerly. There were a few moments of awkward silence while they battled with their eyes for who would have to make the first move. Theo lost.

"Romilda, would you, maybe, like to go to Hogsmeade with me one weekend?" He asked self-consciously. Romilda raised her eyebrows, she had every right to reject him, she had only met him half an hour ago.

"I'd like that." She said sweetly. She glanced down at her watch and groaned. "I have a Transfiguration practical tomorrow. I should probably go get some sleep." She said sadly, looking up at her new crush. She turned around and made for the door.

"Wait!" Theo called after her.

"Yes?"

"Can I walk you back to your common room?" He asked nervously, scratching the back of his neck.

"If you don't mind of course. It's a rather long walk." She smiled shyly.

"No, not at all." He said, walking up to her and placing his hand on the small of her back as he lead her back into the shadows of the castle.

DONE WITH HOTTIE NUMBER 4! WOOOHOOO I AM FLYING

Theo:…

Me: oooo someones feeling piqued?

Theo: You made me look so awkward! **pouts**

Me: Oh come on Theo I made you look sweet

Theo: Like a pansy

Me: If you're so determined to prove your mandhood go snog Romilda or something

Theo: I will! It's the only time you've let me get any action with her anyways

Me: Just go, shoo. And could you send in Seamus on your way out?

Theo: Yeah yeah whatever

Seamus: He looks irked

Me: He's just jealous cuz I love you more

Seamus: Ha then why bother writing a pairing for me?

Me: I dunno. Haven't written much of you yet.

Seamus: True, so are ya gonna tell me who my bird is or what?

Me: Patience will be rewarded

Seamus: …

Me: GOOD! Now on with the story

Seamus: lol