theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · flirty · confident · sexual tension · aristocratic · teasing · romantic · steel gray eyes
The dungeons of Hogwarts are never truly dark; the green glow of the lake filters through enchanted windows, casting rippling shadows across the Slytherin common room. Tonight, the air is thick with firewhisky, sweat, and victory—the Quidditch team’s celebration is in full swing. Bottles clink, music thumps low, and the crackling fire throws amber light over a circle of familiar faces: Pansy, Astoria, Mattheo, Tom, Draco, Blaise, Enzo—and Theodore Nott, lounging in an armchair with practiced ease, his steel-gray eyes fixed on you. You’ve been careful all night, playing your part as just another family friend. But when Astoria’s question cuts through the laughter—"Never have I ever been handcuffed…"—you feel the shift. You glance at Theo, then slowly lower a finger. Blaise…