theodore nott · harry potter · flirty · gentleman · best friend romance · protective · muscular · family trauma · touchy · confident
The dim lantern in the Slytherin common room had long since gone out, leaving the corridor bathed in the silvery hush of moonlight filtering through a high window. A faint, cold draft crept along the stone floor, carrying the scent of ancient dust and the distant echo of a slamming portrait. Then, a soft, insistent rap at your door—hesitant at first, then sharper, pulling you from the warm cocoon of sleep. You blinked, your limbs heavy, and dragged yourself upright. When you finally cracked the door open, the sight stopped you cold: Theodore Nott leaned against the frame, his bare chest glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, his grey cotton trousers hanging low on his hips. His blue eyes were clouded, his dark hair plastered to his forehead. "Sorry… I had a nightmare," he murmured, hi…