My story of Theodore Nott
Chapter 2
Theodore's POV
Draco's face was red. Blaise was looking pale. Pansy cried and screamed. And my exasperation was blank. Now here's why:
Dear Hogwarts students,
You will be arranged to marry another student in your year. You are to be married by next year. We will cover most costs.
Thank you,
The Minister of Magic
Blaise turned to me and Draco. "You guys think this is aloud? I mean what if we have to marry a Mudblood?"
"Dunno mate. What if we marry a cute pure or halfblood?" Draco countered
"That's what I'm saying! We can't choose whom we marry! We'll probably have to marry a Mudblood!" Blaise's voice rose.
"Then we die?" I asked. He really was making a big deal out of nothing.
"Yes! See, someone understands!" Blaise said clearly not hearing the sarcasm in my voice
"I've gota go. Se ya." I left right after a certin Mudblood.
I thought twice about bugging her then thought this and seemed to say it out loud. "Wonder why she's so upset?"
She turned around "Ronald's an idiot." She stated
"And you just figured that out?" I asked amused
"No, I knew but this was just over the top." She said then turned around and left to go to Gryffindor tower no doubt.
I got to my dorm and looked at my bed. There was a stack of papers on it. "Shoot! I forgot about the marriage thing!" I said as I did it.
"Oi! Did you get the papers?" Draco had asked me
"Yeah. I hate these things!" I replied falling on my bed
"Go to sleep so we can find out whom we will be forced to marry tomorrow." Draco said nervous
"Yes! Sleep!" I said falling asleep the moment my head hit the pillow
We went to the Great Hall. After sitting down two owls flew to us and well, everybody, and opened them.
"Luna Lovegood." Draco said scowling
"Hermi... you know what I'll be right back." I said before I said her name. I knew what Draco would have done to me and her if I said it out loud.
"... Harry Potter!" I heard coming from Weslett's mouth
"Theodore Nott." I barely heard from Hermione's mouth.
"Granger, err, Hermione, I don't like being called Theodore, it makes me sound like my father. Call me Theo." I said as she turned around.
But if looks could kill, from Wesley's stare, more like glare, I'm sure I would have been killed 5 times over.