Momento Mori.

"you would think she just couldn’t get enough of me for the amount of time she kept me. Okay fine I may have complemented her tail and she may have not appreciated it, but we all know she loves me."

who wakes the other one up with kisses

That would probably be Theo because he is more of a morning person that Giddy, not that giddy minds getting woken up with kisses to him is possibly one of the best way’s to get woken up.

who cooks for who

Well Molly cooks for them of course! More like she would cook too much food  and Gideon would drag Theo to go eat her food, even if Theo didn’t want to.

who is the morning person/night person

Theo would be the morning person because Gideon is lazy.

who is the romantic one

I don’t think either would be exactly romantic, not in the normal sense anyway.

who is the top when it comes to sex

They fight over it all the time.

who would lead in ballroom dancing

Neither, I don’t think they would ever do that, at all.

who is the more cuddly one

Gideon is more cuddly because he is a man child and likes cuddles, Theo would get annoyed but secretly like them.

who is the one to most likely pick the movie they watch

don’t think they have movies.

who is the one who would pay for dates

They each pay for themselves, if they went out they wouldn’t call it a date because I don’t think either of them would deal well with the formality’s of the labels of relationships, dates and everything else implied.

who is the one who would initiate a quickly during classes

      “I don’t want a hug, lad,” Lance responded sulkily, whilst still managing to imitate Theodore’s lazy accent with as much bite as he could muster. “I’m just surprised, I suppose, that you would decl-“ the boy was abruptly cut off as he felt Nott’s hand connect with his cheek. It stung, especially on his already aching face, but Lance wouldn’t give the other boy the satisfaction of appearing hurt. It took almost all of Lance’s remaining willpower not to get out his wand, and hex Nott right there. He refrained, however, merely due to the fear that Theo could somehow give the disease back to him. After all, one who held that much power could surely return the filth, couldn’t he?        “If not for the face, than what?” he demanded, after listening to Theodore’s words with a jutted out chin. Sissy prick?! A smile, lewd and lascivious had now spread out across the other boy’s lips, and Lance felt his stomach clench unpleasantly. He wasn’t going to accept the money, was he? Of course he wouldn’t. He’d probably come up with some ridiculous and childish little dare, like running through the greenhouses naked or something.      Theodore’s fingers curling around Lance’s jaw bone caught him completely by surprise. He hadn’t even noticed the other boy leaning forward before it was too late. “I have a rather lovely idea,” Nott all but purred, his breath coming out hotly on Lance’s face. It smelled of peppermint, which was a small victory. The boy had kissed him, after all, and if he were the sought to not brush his teeth… It took a full three minutes of Lance staring rather stupidly at Nott before he grasped what he was saying. And then he wished he hadn’t. Surely he couldn’t be serious. He wasn’t. Definitely not. And Lance’s expression was not one of horror; he was positive his face wouldn’t betray him that way. But if his breath was coming out in a slightly hitched panic, he couldn’t be blamed.      Forcing an arrogant smirk onto his features was a more difficult task than usual. It was tricky to appear entirely in control when you had someone as obnoxious as Nott in your presence. “You’re even more deranged than I thought,” Lance replied, straightening his back. “If you could possibly think for a second in that brain of yours that you’re good enough for me.” Not to be intimidated, Lance didn’t pull his jaw out of Theodore’s grip. Contrary, he deliberately slid his tongue out over his lower lip, sweeping across it in an exaggerated manner.

'You're even more deranged than I thought.'

"Aye, love." The words he purred were smooth, but there was an underlying edge to them. "Just imagine what I can do t' ya' if ya' just shut your mouth for a second, and let me have my wicked way with ya'."

'If you could possibly think for a second in that brain of yours that you're good enough for me.'

"Well, maybe not through name, but I could have ya' screaming my name loud enough for those Griffinwhores to hear it. And that's a promise." His grip upon Lance's jaw had tightened momentarily at the mere fact that he was being insulted again. But if it had effected him, and it did more than he let on, he didn't show it. Instead, his eyes darkened as he watched the younger boy's tongue swipe along his lip, and he leaned in to breathe the boy in like he would eat him up. 

He could tell that the boy was doing this on purpose, and it was then that Theodore realized what he was missing. This, this boy that was defiant. That was what Lance would have been, had he not been raised to believe that pure blood was everything, that blood meant you could walk over others and hurt them just because you believed you were better.

"Don't tease me, kitten. A strange speaking heathen like my, just might heave my wicked way with ya' yet."