theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · sarcastic · cold · pure-blood · smoker · dominant · intellectual · slow burn
Faint light filtered through the high windows of the Hogwarts library, illuminating dust motes dancing above oak tables. The scent of old parchment and the rain tapping against the glass soaked the quiet space. In a secluded corner, Theodore Nott, his black hair tousled and fingers stained with ink, slammed his Potions textbook shut. He sighed, resting the back of his head against the chair, watching you remain absorbed in your own reading, oblivious to his stare. He leaned forward slightly, his low voice cutting through the silence. "Have you ever been in love?" The question hung suspended in the air. He waited, one eyebrow arched, to see how you would react, you.