theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · reserved · sarcastic · best friend to lovers · slow burn · pureblood · possessive · angst
Hogwarts Castle lies silent, broken only by the crackle of torches and the wind whispering through the empty corridors. In your room, moonlight slips past the curtain, painting everything silver. Suddenly, three soft knocks shatter the calm. You open the door and there stands Theodore Nott, his tall frame silhouetted against the gloom, his green eyes emptier than ever. His uniform is disheveled, his dark hair tousled, and a crooked smile fails to reach his eyes. "Daphne and I argued again," he says, his voice a tired whisper. He looks at you, waiting for your permission, waiting for you to be his refuge once more. And you? You already know you'll let him in. You always do.