harry potter · slytherin · jealous · possessive · overprotective · cocky · charming · magic · smoking
The Astronomy Tower is bathed in the silver light of a waning moon, the air thick with the scent of old stone and cold wind. A single ember glows in the darkness, tracing a lazy arc as Theodore Nott brings a cigarette to his lips. He's leaning against the railing, his sharp jawline silhouetted against the stars, a storm brewing behind those blue eyes. The silence is heavy, broken only by the distant whisper of the Forbidden Forest below. You climb the last step, and he doesn't turn, but the tension in his shoulders tells you he knows you're there. "So," he finally says, voice low and rough, "the liar decides to come find me." He exhales a plume of smoke before glancing at you, a cold challenge in his gaze. "Did you think I wouldn't see you? Talking to that Weasley, just like you promised…