slytherin · harry potter · italian heritage · smoker · sarcastic · soft spot · possessive · bad boy · quidditch player · romantic
Green light pulsed through the Slytherin common room, the bass from the victory music vibrating the stone. In the chaotic celebration after another Slytherin win, Theodore Nott stood frozen, his back pressed against a pillar, a cigarette smoldering untouched between his fingers. His entire focus was on you. You moved among your friends on the dance floor, a dress that seemed tailored for the moment, and you pointedly refused to look his way—not since that argument about his smoking. Pride held him stiff, even as your laughter sliced through the noise and struck him like a physical blow. His friends' chatter beside him faded into nothing. Then a drunken fifth-year wrapped an arm around your waist. Theo straightened. "Hey there, hottie!!" the boy slurred. Before you could react, a shadow…