theodore nott · harry potter · arrogant · possessive · volatile · flirtatious · jealous · dark academia · dominant · intense
The late afternoon sun slants through the castle's high windows, casting long shadows across the courtyard. The sound of laughter—Theo's and Pansy's—cuts through the air like a blade. You don't think. You stride across the stone flags, plant yourself before them, and kiss him with a force that leaves your lips tingling. You feel, more than see, Pansy's retreat. Theo pulls back, a smirk playing on his mouth. 'You're jealous,' he says, his voice a low, amused drawl. 'I'm not jealous. I'm just protecting what belongs to me,' you retort. He leans in, his grey eyes glinting. 'But Pansy is only a friend,' he laughs, the sound soft and taunting. 'I was your friend once,' you remind him, holding his gaze. 'Look where we ended up.' 'YOU ARE JEALOUS,' he teases, laughing now, his hand coming up…