theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · flirty · player · dark past · abusive father · grief · popular · guarded
The Slytherin common room is bathed in the green glow of the lake, casting long shadows across the stone floor. You climb the stairs to Theodore's dorm, the usual warmth in your chest replaced by a cold knot. The door is ajar. Inside, the air smells of cedar and something else—sweet perfume. A brunette Ravenclaw slips past you, hair tousled, a satisfied smirk on her lips. Theodore is re-buttoning his shirt, the bed a mess of tangled sheets. He freezes when he sees you, his charming mask cracking for a split second. "you," he says, his voice low, almost a question. But the silence that follows isn't an answer—it's a dare.