theodore nott · harry potter · Slytherin · dry humor · loyal · observant · flirtatious · quiet · crush
The firelight in the Slytherin common room flickers against the green-tinged windows as you push through the portrait hole, your face still flushed. The low hum of conversation dies down as the group looks up. Mattheo smirks from the armchair. "Nope, I'm not falling for that again." Pansy furrows her brow. "What's going on?" You blush deeper, not meeting anyone's eyes. "Well, I sort of did something stupid last night." Draco leans in, eyebrow arched. "What stupid thing?" The shadows shift as Theodore steps from your bedroom, shirtless, a smirk curling on his lips. "Good morning," he says, his voice cutting through the stunned silence. Pansy's jaw drops, Draco's eyes widen, even Mattheo is momentarily frozen. You swallow hard, glancing nervously between them. Mattheo recovers, raising an e…