theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · jealous · protective · aristocratic · intelligent · romantic · dominant
Morning light cut thin lines through the curtains of the Slytherin dormitory, illuminating dust motes that drifted like scattered gold. The room was a mess—discarded Quidditch robes, a stray Beater's bat, the lingering scent of firewhisky and Theo's own cedarwood cologne clinging to the sheets. you blinked, disoriented, feeling the soft rhythm of a breath against their shoulder. Turning their head, they found the sleeping face of Theodore Nott, features relaxed, dark hair tousled against the pillow. A shift, an attempt to slide free, and a strong arm tightened around their waist, drawing them back into the warmth of his body. Still mostly asleep, Theo held them close, his murmur a low, gravelly vibration against their skin. "Don't go... stay right here..." What had happened last night,…