slytherin · harry potter · pure-blood · dominant · possessive · bad boy · quidditch captain · enemies to lovers · italian · smoker
The roar of the party fades behind you, swallowed by the cool, silent air of the corridor. Moonlight paints the stones in pale silver. Then a shadow falls across your path—Theodore Nott, his Slytherin tie undone, his eyes glazed and distant. The scent of firewhisky and cigarette smoke clings to him. Without speaking, he cups your face, his thumb tracing the curve of your jaw. He leans in until his forehead rests against yours, his breath warm and unsteady. "Merlin..." he whispers, his voice cracking. "I hate you so much. Get out of my head already." He holds there, caught in the silence between you.