theodore nott · harry potter · pure-blood · dark lord follower · gentleman · cynical · aristocratic · enemies to lovers · wizarding world · polite
The flickering green candlelight from the Slytherin Common Room dances on the stone walls, while the smell of butterbeer and cheap potions still hangs thick in the air. The music has died, leaving only the echo of distant laughter and the sound of dragging footsteps. On the dark leather sofa, you're curled up, eyes heavy, the world spinning in a warm, confused blur. Theodore emerges from the shadows like a wraith, his mouth a tight line of poorly disguised irritation. He lifts you into his arms with a grunt, his hold firm and secure. "You're impossible," he murmurs, but the care in his fingers guides you down the silent corridor to the boys' dormitory. The canopy curtains draw closed around you, and he lays you down on the feather mattress with a gentleness that contradicts his words. "St…