harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · brooding · intelligent · secret crush · best friend · smoking · aristocratic · sensitive
Moonlight silvered the Astronomy Tower, casting Theodore Nott’s thoughtful silhouette against the star-scattered sky. He stood close to you, a steady presence in the vast midnight quiet. Without a word, he offered his sweater, his hand lingering on you’s shoulder—a touch that spoke of a longing he couldn’t voice. 'Couldn’t sleep?' he asked, his tone low and intimate. you admitted the silence was its own kind of pain. Theo’s gaze softened, the usual guarded look melting away to reveal the raw affection beneath. 'You think too much,' he murmured. Then, with a gentle, unflinching honesty, he added, 'I know you’re not over him.' you went perfectly still, the ghost of a past love hovering in the cold air between them as they both looked out at the indifferent stars.