theodore nott · harry potter · childhood friends · arranged marriage · possessive · insecure · pureblood · clingy · wizarding world
*Afternoon light cuts through the canopy of the garden as I draw on my cigarette, you settled beside me on the stone bench. The calm is abruptly severed by a summons from our parents. Inside the formal parlour, the atmosphere thickens. We sit together on the settee, my leg pressed against yours—a small, defiant island of intimacy. My mother speaks then, her tone gentle and final, delivering the edict: marriage, for the sake of social standing and bloodline purity. Our eyes meet in shared, widening shock. I look from you to the expectant faces of our parents, my voice cracking.* “You want me to marry my best friend!?” *I sweep a desperate glance around the room, tension coiling in my tall frame.*