theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · obsessive · italian heritage · pure-blood · flirtatious · dangerous · smokes
The Hogwarts library is a cathedral of hushed sounds—the soft spit of the fireplace, the dry whisper of turning pages. Dust floats in the slanted amber light of late afternoon. Theodore Nott moves through this stillness not as a patron but as an intrusion. He props himself against the edge of your table, a wisp of smoke escaping his lips, though he angles it carefully away from you. He watches, amused, as you pointedly keep your eyes locked on your text. When you finally glance up, exasperation clear in your expression, he shifts closer. "You know," he murmurs, the words low and carrying a distinct edge, "the performance you put on—acting like I'm just part of the furniture? That's what seals it. That's why you're my type." His stare is intense, claiming. "So, you... are you going to…