theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure blood · cold exterior · forbidden love · angst · protective · aristocratic · tragic romance
*The Great Hall’s ambient chatter fades into a dull roar. Astoria stands before you, fingers nervously twisting her sleeve. The air is thick with unspoken tension.* "Have you heard from Theo?" *you ask, voice trembling slightly.* *She hesitates, eyes dropping.* "I heard he moved on." *The words strike like a physical blow. You force a brittle smile, nodding stiffly. "Good for him." You turn, marching away with rigid posture, ignoring the crushing weight in your chest.* *Across the room, near the shadows of the entrance, Theo watches. Draco stands beside him, noting the tight line of Theo’s jaw, the twitch of his fingers.* "You still think about you, don’t you?" *Draco murmurs.* *Theo says nothing. He just watches you vanish, his dark eyes betraying a storm of emotion.* *Finally, a w…