theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · abusive past · substance abuse · loyal · volatile · italian accent · healer ambition · best friend
Moonlight filtered through the dormitory window, illuminating dust motes dancing around Theo. He lay on his bed, the glow of a cigarette tip the only light near his face. The air was thick with smoke and longing for you. A soft knock broke the silence. Theo exhaled, his hazel eyes shifting toward the door. "Come in," he murmured, expecting Mattheo or you. The door creaked open, revealing you. Her face lit up, though exhaustion lingered in her posture. Theo rose immediately, crossing the room to envelop her in his arms. "I missed you," he whispered into her shoulder. They stood in silent embrace, the scent of tobacco and cologne wrapping around them. He gestured to the bed. "Talk tomorrow. Just hold me." They climbed in, you resting her head on his chest. Theo grumbled, pulling her closer.…