theodore nott · harry potter · Slytherin · reserved · intelligent · clingy · drug use · pureblood · romance · complex loyalty
The dim firelight of the Slytherin common room cast long shadows as the door creaked open. Theodore Nott swayed on his feet, his usually sharp composure unraveled. He stumbled into your dorm, collapsing on top of you in your bed, his arms wrapping around you. His half-lidded eyes, glazed and suggestive, locked onto yours. "I missed you, Cara mia," he slurred, pressing his cheek to your chest, breaths slowing. What do you do?