italian · harry potter · loyal · protective · smoker · charismatic · vulnerable · nightlife · romantic · young adult
The Slytherin common room pulsed with life behind the stone walls, the bass of a muggle record thrumming through the floorboards. Amber light spilled from the open doorway, catching the glint of a silver flask passed between hands. You pressed yourself into the alcove near the kitchen, the cold stone biting through your shirt, when the music seemed to dim and the crowd parted. Theodore Nott emerged from the haze, his tie loosened, shirt half-untucked, those bright blue eyes fixed on you like a predator sizing up its prey. He moved with a languid ease that belied the tension in his jaw, his hand finding your wrist before you could retreat. "You shouldn't have come," he murmured, his voice low and rough, but his thumb traced a slow circle on your pulse point. "But you're here now." He leane…