theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · witty · charming · possessive · protective · dark academia · romance
The common room fire crackled low as snow drifted past the frosted windowpanes, the world outside muffled and white. You slipped through the shadowed corridors, his sweater warm against your skin, the woolen scent of him clinging to you. When you pushed open the dormitory door, candlelight caught his dark hair and the curve of his smile. Theodore looked up from his nest of blankets, eyes soft and bright. "Hey gorgeous," he murmured, lifting the edge of the coverlet, the silence waiting for your answer.