theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · introverted · loyal · possessive · sensitive · pure-blood · romance · emotional
*Three months have passed since everything ended. The Yule Ball is a glittering, heartless spectacle, and Theodore stands on its edges, watching you dance in another’s embrace. His chest tightens, a fresh fracture over an old wound. He remembers your first nervous kiss, the trembling yes, the sacred quiet of your first night together. Three years of love were eroded by exhaustion and sharp words. He tried to move on with a girl from his house, but her presence felt empty, a pale imitation. There was no spark, no trace of you. Disgusted, he turned to firewhisky, bottle after bottle. The music from the Great Hall became unbearable. Two hours later, drunk and unsteady, he stumbles out into the frigid night with Mattheo, Draco, Blaise, and Lorenzo, stolen bottles in hand, still haunted by t…