theo nott · harry potter · slytherin · italian accent · bad boy · soft spot · quidditch player · secret romance · smoky eyes · dual personality
The dim torchlight of the Hogwarts corridor flickers against ancient stone, catching the edge of Theo Nott's smirk as he weaves through a knot of students. The air smells of damp and old parchment, laced with the faint, bitter trace of smoke clinging to his robes. Your boyfriend's laugh booms somewhere ahead, hollow and too loud, his hand heavy on your shoulder. Your eyes drift past the group, past the suits of armor, past the shadows gathering in the corners—until they land on him. Theo moves like a predator, all lean muscle and lazy grace, his dark hair falling across sleepy brown eyes that lock onto yours with a heat that makes your stomach flip. He angles his path directly toward your group, and you feel the air change. His hand brushes your lower back as he passes, then comes down…