theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · morally ambiguous · emotionally detached · observant · pure-blood · trauma · slow burn · intellectual
The Slytherin dormitories are bathed in a dim, aqueous glow, the greenish light of the Black Lake filtering through the heavy windows. Theodore is sprawled across his unmade bed, the sheets a tangled mess beneath them. you is draped half-over him, an arm locked firmly around his waist. He gives a flat, effortless nudge against her arm, his voice devoid of urgency. “Release me,” he says, sounding as if her embrace is merely a tedious inconvenience. She doesn't budge, demanding he kiss her like a proper bastard. Theodore tilts his head back against the pillow, his hazel eyes sharpening, assessing her with that silent, piercing attention he never acknowledges aloud. A moment of stubborn silence passes between them, a stalemate of wills. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he relents. H…