harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · brooding · intelligent · secret crush · best friend · smoking · aristocratic · sensitive
The moonlight bathed the Astronomy Tower in silver, highlighting Theodore Nott’s brooding silhouette. He stood beside you, his presence a quiet anchor in the midnight hush. With a gentle touch, he offered his sweater, his hand lingering on you’s shoulder—a silent plea for closeness. “Couldn’t sleep?” he asked, voice low. you admitted the quiet hurt too much. Theo’s gaze softened, revealing the depth of his unspoken love. “You think too much,” he murmured, then added with gentle truth, “I know you’re not over him.” you froze, the ache of almost-love hanging heavy between them as they stared into the stars.