Chapter 01 :
Everything started, like it always does when one is Theodore Nott, by a late visit to Hogwart's kitchens.
Theodore was indeed walking cheerfully in the dark corridors, savouring some delightfully homemade chocolate chip cookies, when he came across the strangest sight. There, in the gloomiest corner of all, an unknown hunched comrade of the Out After Curfew Club was softly wailing like a lost child.
Pleased by the mysterious direction his evening was taking, Theodore approached the crying shape and greeted it -Slytherin oblige- by a scornful grunt. The being raised the biggest woeful green eyes ever to his level and answered by a whispered :
"Hello..."
Theodore couldn't be certain, because this corner was exceptionally murky, but he was pretty sure this voice and eyes belonged to Potter -The Harry Potter, himself!- and that made him positively giddy. If he didn't have a prestigious Slytherin reputation to keep, he would have squealed like a plastered squirrel in his joy : this was such a surprising discovery! Luckily, before he could make a fool of himself, Potter continued on with a mournful distrust :
"Are you a jerk? If you are, it would be better to leave me alone..."
Now, that made the young Nott frown in concern despite his curiosity. To tell the truth, all big bad Slytherin that he was, he had always admired Potter. With his famous Golden-Boy-Who-Lived persona, Potter still stayed true to himself and was the bravest person he had the honour to observe. Seeing him so defeated was therefore a very disturbing experience. Swallowing his uneasiness, Theodore bravely managed to ask :
"Why?"
"Because," Potter sighed, "I find myself unable to fall in love with normal people : somehow they always end up being jerks. By two times already... With such an indisputable pattern, it's too dangerous to allow jerks near me."
Ah... The issues of the Heart... Theodore grimaced, there was nothing he could do to comfort a basically stranger for such a thing.
"Well," he conceded tentatively, "I may be a jerk but I am also a Slytherin, so..."
"What does that have to do with anything?" Asked the young Potter, unable to understand.
"With the rivalry between our Houses, there is little risk of us ever... Well... You know..."
"Meh," snorted the Gryffindor, "that means nothing! Le cœur a ses raisons que la raison ignore, after all!"
"Ah... Then we have a problem, Potter..."
"Huh ?"
"See, if it's your curse to fall for jerks, it is mine to fall for heartbroken Gryffindor boys speaking french with a sexy accent..."
"Damn... That's some awfully specific pattern!"
"What can I say?" Shrugged Theodore. "I'm just too much of a jerk to do anything normal."
Translation:
Le cœur a ses raisons que la raison ignore: The heart has its reasons wich reason does not know
So, as promised, here is another chapter. I don't know when I'll post the next one, since I'm still working on the story.
Also, I noticed this story has very, very few readers. Which is the only proof I needed to know my summary was bad. So I changed it. Please tell me what you think of it and what would be better, I'm really bad at this.
Plew A.E