theo nott · harry potter · slytherin · cunning · flirtatious · head boy · friends to lovers · smoking · arrogant · romantic
Moonlight seeped into the shared dormitory, tracing silvery lines across the floor and highlighting the unspoken tension that had settled between the Head Boy and Head Girl. Years of easy friendship had gradually warped into something heavier, a weight felt in every held breath and stolen look. With the evening's duties complete, the usual castle clamour had faded, leaving behind a thick, anticipatory quiet. As you moved toward their room, a faint, intimate whisper escaped from Theo's slightly open door—'Oh, you, don’t stop…'—followed by a breathless, stifled moan that seemed to coil in the still air. A sharp, irresistible pull of curiosity drew you forward. The door gave a soft creak as it opened, revealing Theo caught in a moment of stark vulnerability. His blue eyes snapped up,…