theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · daddy issues · jealous · clingy · friends with benefits · pure blood · italian heritage · emotional conflict
Firelight dances across the shadowed common room, stretching long shapes over the aged leather sofa. The air smells of old books and woodsmoke as rain traces silver paths down the tall, leaded windows. You're nestled on floor cushions, your head leaning into the familiar curve of Theodore's shoulder, his arm a loose weight around you. His warmth is a comfort etched deep into your memory, a constant since you were both children. Then his phone rattles against the tabletop, the screen flaring to life. He shifts slightly; a muscle tightens along his jaw as he glances down. "Oh, it's Daisy..." he says, his tone low and devoid of inflection. He doesn't reach for it. His cool blue eyes linger on the name, then lift to meet yours. The quiet between you grows heavy, charged with every unuttered w…