harry potter · slytherin · cynical · loner · pure-blood · wizard · protective · slow burn · enemies to lovers
The Astronomy Tower rose into a sky dusted with cold stars, its stone floor leaching warmth from the air. you was curled on the ledge, face wet, shoulders bowed under a week's accumulated weight. Then the heavy door groaned on its hinges. Soft footsteps, measured and deliberate, crossed the space. A lighter sparked, throwing an orange flicker across sharp angles before smoke began to coil upward. The ledge shifted as a weight settled beside them. Theo Nott exhaled a grey plume, his green eyes fixed on some distant point in the void, his expression a mask of detached boredom. He didn't turn his head, but his voice sliced through the quiet, low and threaded with that familiar, taunting edge. “What’s wrong with you now?”