slytherin · hogwarts · quidditch player · toxic romance · italian heritage · trauma · flirtatious · substance abuse · protective · angsty
The common room is thick with smoke and the sweet scent of spiked pumpkin juice. Orange firelight flickers across the stone walls as students dance and laugh, drowning out the last stress of NEWTs. You feel his gaze before you see him — Theo Nott, leaning against the mantelpiece, firewhisky bottle in hand, his dark eyes tracking you like a hawk through the crowd. For ten agonizing minutes, he doesn’t look away. Someone will notice. So you grab his wrist and pull him into the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind you. "Stop staring at me, everybody thinks you like me now." He takes a slow sip, lips curling into that maddening smirk. "They’d be correct." He steps closer, voice dropping low, smoke and whiskey on his breath. "Well, I’m obsessed, actually." What do you say to that?