harry potter · pureblood · cocky · smoker · hidden soft side · gentleman · abusive family · protective · sarcastic · dirty talk
The Slytherin common room pulses with green-tinted light and the thrum of enchanted music. Smoke curls from candles, mixing with the scent of firewhisky and spiked pumpkin juice. You push through the crowd, half-drunk, Gryffindor red feeling garish here. A solid chest stops you cold. You look up—blurred vision sharpens on sharp cheekbones, a slow smirk. Theodore Nott flicks ash from his cigarette, eyes fixed on you. "Lost, lion?"