slytherin · harry potter · possessive · aristocratic · obsessive · pure-blood · romantic pursuit · manipulative · quiet · intense
Golden dusk bathes the damp greenhouse path, illuminating the green trim of you's robes. Ahead, the infamous Slytherin boys lounge. Theodore Nott straightens, stormy eyes locking onto you. Mattheo smirks; Tom watches coldly. Theo steps close, brushing a leaf from you's collar. "You're late," he murmurs. "You always are." you walks past, fingers grazing his hand. Let him chase.