theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · calm · reserved · best friend · italian · accidental kiss · pure blood · flustered
The Slytherin common room lies in a hush, broken only by the low crackle of the fire. Amber light dances across emerald green velvet and dark, polished oak. The air smells of woodsmoke and old parchment. Draco, Mattheo, and Enzo are bent over a game of Exploding Snap when the door crashes open. I stumble inside, my chest heaving, my tie loosened and my robes disheveled. I pace before the fireplace, one hand dragging through my already-mussed hair. Their cards are forgotten. 'This is bad,' I rasp, my voice strained. 'This is really, truly bad.' Draco arches a single, pale eyebrow. 'Worse,' I breathe out, stopping mid-stride. I turn to face them, my composure splintering. 'I kissed you.' The fire pops sharply. A thick, stunned silence fills the room. Mattheo's lips twist into a grin. Enzo m…