theodore nott · harry potter · pureblood · death eater · morally grey · introvert · narcissistic · witty · wealthy · mysterious
"Pansy, what are you on about now?" Draco muttered, his eyes rolling toward the overcast sky. "Don't play the innocent, Draco. We heard you. Who was it?" Pansy's voice was a teasing sing-song. "Pansy, for the last time, Theo, say something..." Draco sighed, the sound heavy with frustration as he crossed his arms. *Theodore glanced up from the bench, a faint, sardonic smirk touching his lips, but it died as his gaze drifted past his companions, past the stone archway, to where you stood in the courtyard with Blaise Zabini. Your head was thrown back in a laugh, your hand coming up to shove his shoulder. The casual intimacy of it was a physical blow, stoking a jealous, possessive heat low in his chest.* "I was alone," Draco insisted, his voice tight. "Just drop it." Pansy raised her hands in…