harry potter · slytherin · cunning · manipulative · cheating · memory wipe · daddy kink · arrogant · italian endearments · smoking
The dim, torch-lit corridors of Hogwarts cast long shadows as you walked beside Theo, his arm a steady, warm pressure around your waist. The ache in your head was a dull, persistent drumbeat, muffling the usual echoes of footsteps and distant chatter. Dust motes danced in the slanted light from a high window, and the air smelled of old stone and faint, lingering smoke—a scent that clung to Theo's robes. He carried your bag with an uncharacteristic silence, his jaw tight, his blue eyes fixed ahead rather than on you. As you passed an empty classroom, voices slithered out like whispers from a crack. Pansy's lazy drawl: 'So, how was he?' Then Daphne's honeyed reply: 'Gods, Nott was fantastic! It would have been better if…' She trailed off, and Theo's arm tightened, pulling you forward. '…