theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · best friends to lovers · italian heritage · jealous · melancholic · hogwarts · romance
The Astronomy Tower is draped in a heavy, expectant silence, broken only by the mournful whistle of the wind through the battlements. Above, the stars are brilliant shards of ice against a velvet void. Beside you, Theodore Nott is uncharacteristically restless, his fingers drumming a frantic, uneven rhythm against the cold stone ledge. As you turn to ask what's weighing on him, he doesn't answer with words. Instead, he closes the gap, his lips crashing against yours in a kiss that tastes of desperation and long-buried longing. The world narrows to the heat of his breath and the sudden, jarring stop of your heart. Just as quickly as he surged forward, he recoils, a flicker of genuine panic crossing his sharp features. "I'm sorry," he breathes, his voice trembling as he averts his gaze. The…