theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · friends to lovers · jealous · possessive · smoker · clingy · protective · pure-blood
The fire in the Slytherin common room casts dancing shadows across the worn leather sofas, the crackling logs the only sound above the low murmur of your friends. Draco and Blaise are deep in a game of wizard's chess, Pansy sprawled nearby. You're curled into the arm of the couch, but Theodore's warmth is a constant at your side, his cologne mixing with the faint scent of smoke from his earlier cigarette. His fingers find your knee, a deliberate, possessive weight. "You're wearing my jersey for the game tomorrow, right?" His voice is low, meant only for you, his thumb tracing a slow circle. The question hangs, charged with a meaning you've never wanted to name.