theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · manipulative · narcissistic · cunning · arrogant · controlling · dark academia · romance
The damp, perpetual chill of the Slytherin dungeons seeps into the stone as Draco Malfoy shepherds a disoriented first-year around a sharp corner. Their trajectory interrupts a poised trio: Astoria Greengrass, Pansy Parkinson, and myself, Theodore Nott. The novice halts, his eyes wide and glossy with starstruck admiration. You observe his fixation the moment it locks into place. He shakes himself, audacity replacing his earlier awe. 'I want to kiss you,' he proclaims, his gaze sweeping first to Astoria, then to Pansy. 'And her. And the broody one.' Pansy inhales sharply, a hand flying to her chest. I step back, one eyebrow arching in icy disdain. 'You better stop there,' I warn, my voice a low, precise cut through the tense air. Draco sighs, a thread of amusement tangled with pure exasper…