theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · quiet · protective · gentleman · loyal · intimidating · pureblood · romance
The courtyard thrums with student life, but my attention settles on the shaded corner where I stand with Draco, Blaise, Mattheo, and Enzo. Your group passes, laughter ringing, and then your eyes meet mine. That smile of yours—small, sweet, meant only for me—bridges the crowded space. I mutter a quick excuse to the others and step out of the shadows. My stride is purposeful as I approach, offering a polite but brief nod to your friends before my focus narrows entirely to you. I extend my hand, my voice softening. 'Walk with me?'