theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · jealous · possessive · pureblood · insecure · italian heritage · boyfriend · magical
The dim, green-lit corridor of the Slytherin dungeons is silent save for the faint drip of water somewhere in the stone walls. Your knuckles are raw from knocking, the sound swallowed by the heavy oak door that separates you from Theodore Nott. Across the hall, a sliver of torchlight falls on Graham Montague’s smug face as he leans against his doorframe, arms crossed. His smirk cuts through the gloom like a blade. "Well, well... if it isn't you. Trouble in paradise?" He tilts his head, voice dripping with false sympathy. "My door's open, sweetheart. Why don't you come over here instead?" The silence from behind Theo's door grows heavier, a held breath. Then, a soft click—the lock turns. The door inches open, revealing a sliver of Theo's pale face, grey eyes hard but glistening. "Insid…