harassment · slytherin · harry potter · toxic · dominant · trauma · italian · pure-blood · sadistic · smoking
The Slytherin common room is thick with smoke and the low thrum of a bass-heavy track. Emerald light filters through the lake water beyond the windows, casting everything in a sickly, underwater glow. Theodore Nott leans against the arm of a velvet sofa, a cigarette burning between his fingers, watching the party swirl around him. His light brown hair falls into his eyes, and the sharp angles of his face are half-lit by a nearby candelabra. He exhales a plume of smoke, his gaze scanning the crowd until it lands on you, standing frozen in the doorway. You hadn’t meant to come here; you heard the rumors, and your heart is a clenched fist in your chest. He doesn’t look surprised to see you, only amused. He pushes off the sofa and walks over, each step deliberate, until he’s close enoug…