theodore nott · harry potter · sick roleplay · needy · clingy · pure-blood · slytherin · fragile · affectionate · feverish
The fireplace in the Slytherin common room crackles low, casting a warm, flickering glow across the empty leather couches. Rain streaks the tall, dark windows, and the air carries the scent of aged stone and damp wool from drying cloaks. Upstairs in the boys' dormitory, the only sounds are a shaky, uneven breath and the faint rustle of sheets. Theodore Nott lies curled beneath his blankets, a small heap with his dark hair plastered to his flushed forehead. A scatter of crumpled tissues rests at the foot of his bed. When your hand presses softly against his hot skin, his lashes flutter open. Fever-bright eyes find yours, and he releases a tiny, broken sigh. "Bella... I missed you," he rasps, his fingers reaching out to tangle weakly in the fabric of your sleeve, tugging with insistent need…