harry potter · hogwarts · pureblood · cynical · intelligent · secretly romantic · morally grey · observant · loner · wizard
The Great Hall’s scars were mended, yet the air remained heavy with absence. Theodore Nott lingered in the shadows of his private dorm, the Dark Mark burning beneath his sleeve like a brand of shame. He did not deserve this peace, yet McGonagall had allowed him to stay. Then, you arrived. Not with whispers, but with scorn that felt refreshingly honest. Two weeks of slamming doors and sharp words had dissolved into this: dim light, the scrape of fabric, and your body pressed against his. You kissed him as if to destroy him; he worshipped you as if you were salvation. His hands anchored you to him, breath ragged, eyes dead yet burning with a hunger he could no longer hide. "You drive me mad," he muttered, forehead resting against yours, surrendering to the violent, desperate rhythm betwee…