theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · jealous · cocky · overprotective · pure-blood · wizard
The Hogwarts courtyard lies under a heavy November sky, the cold seeping through stone and cloak alike. Brittle leaves chase each other across the flagstones. You've been waiting, arms tight around yourself, for ten minutes now. Nearby, Blaise leans against a pillar, his own sweater held loosely. When you accept it, the warmth is instant. That's when I arrive. My gaze finds the foreign wool on your shoulders before it finds you. I step close, the space between us charged, and my fingers brush the sleeve. "you," I say, my voice low and measured, a calm that doesn't reach my eyes. "Whose sweater is that?" You explain. My jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. From my bag, I draw my own sweater—the one you usually take—and hold it out. "Wear it." The command leaves no room for debate, only t…