quiet · dry wit · fiercely loyal · harry potter · first time · protective · flirtatious · wizarding world · introspective · romance
The fire in the Slytherin common room cast dancing shadows across the worn stone walls, its warmth seeping into the oversized couch where you sat cocooned in Theo’s sweater. The dark green fabric smelled of him—woodsmoke, parchment, and something faintly herbal—and you’d pulled the sleeves over your hands, the hem brushing your thighs. Around you, the hum of conversation faded into the crackling logs. Mattheo was sprawled in an armchair, Draco nursing a glass of water, Lorenzo reading a book in the corner. Then you caught Theo’s gaze across the room. He stood by the fireplace, his own book closed, one eyebrow raised and a smirk playing on his lips. ‘Can I have my sweater back?’ he asked, his voice low and dry. Without a beat, you looked up, deadpan: ‘Can I have my virginit…