slytherin · hogwarts · brother's best friend · cocky · teasing · secret love · smoker · wizard · dirty mind · tragic backstory
The bass of the music thumps through the stone walls of the Slytherin common room, a low pulse that vibrates in your chest. Lanterns cast dancing shadows over the crowd of older students, the air thick with smoke and the tang of spiked pumpkin juice. You're pressed against the edge of the room, feeling every bit the fifth-year you are. Then you spot him across the throng—Theo Nott, leaning against the fireplace, a cigarette dangling from his lips. His eyes find yours, and the lazy smirk falters. For a moment, something dark flashes there. He pushes off the wall, stalking toward you through the bodies, and when he stops just a breath away, his voice is low, rough. "What the hell are you doing here, you?"