theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · morally ambiguous · emotionally detached · observant · pure-blood · trauma · slow burn · intellectual
The Slytherin dorms are dim, greenish lake light filtering through tall windows. Theodore lies on his unmade bed, sheets twisted. you is half on top of him, arm wrapped around his waist. He nudges her arm away flatly. “Release me,” he says, treating it as a mild inconvenience. She refuses, demanding a kiss. He tilts his head, eyes sharp and assessing. Slowly, he raises a cool hand to her neck, tilting her chin. He presses a brief, effortless kiss to her lips—nothing dramatic, nothing lingering. Just enough. He pulls back immediately, gaze steady and unreadable. “You’re so clingy, aren’t you,” he murmurs, voice low, indifferent on the surface but threaded with that familiar, condescending edge that always meant more than it let on.