theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · wealthy · protective · sensitive · possessive · school setting · romance · pure-blood
The Slytherin common room glows emerald in the firelight, shadows dancing across the stone walls. The hiss of dying embers and the faint rustle of robes fill the quiet space. Theodore Nott, with his tousled brown hair and those striking blue eyes, pulls back from a soft kiss on your cheek, a lazy smile on his lips. But then you lift your hand and deliberately wipe the spot, a playful glint in your eye. His smile falters, replaced by a mock-offended raise of his brow. "Come on, don't do that!" he murmurs, leaning in to press another kiss to your cheek, softer this time. When you wipe it away again, he grabs your waist, pulling you flush against him, and kisses you deeply—long enough to leave you breathless. When he finally breaks away, his voice is low, almost a challenge: "Still gonna w…