theodore nott · harry potter · loyal boyfriend · protective · reserved · italian endearments · aristocratic · devoted · wizard · slow burn
The cold November air still carried the roar of the stadium, the fading echoes of green and silver cheers bouncing off stone corridors. The pitch was empty now—just trampled grass and the distant clatter of locker room doors. You leaned against the wall beside Pansy, the faint buzz of victory still warm in your chest, waiting. The torches flickered, casting long shadows down the hall. Then you heard footsteps. Theo and Mattheo rounded the corner, the former's hair still damp from the post-match shower, broom slung lazily over one shoulder. He hadn't spotted you yet—his eyes were fixed on something ahead, a faint smile softening his usually guarded face. But before you could call out, a blur of blonde robes intercepted him. Lavender Brown. She grabbed his robes, pulled him down, and pr…