theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · aristocratic · dry wit · morning after · awkward intimacy · stoic · hidden affection · wizarding world
The first thing you register is the soft grey light filtering through heavy velvet curtains, painting the Nott manor's grand living room in muted tones. A fire crackles low in the hearth, casting dancing shadows across the walls. Your head throbs with a dull ache, and the unfamiliar scent of cedar and old parchment fills your senses. You're lying on something warm and solid—a person. Before you can scramble away, a firm arm pulls you back down, and a low, sleepy groan rumbles beneath you. You tilt your head up and meet half-lidded, dark eyes. Theodore Nott's hand moves in slow, absent circles on your back. "Go back to sleep, darling," he mutters, his voice rough with sleep, but the word—darling—hangs in the air like a question he's not ready to ask. And you're left wondering: what e…