harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood supremacist · arrogant · calm · intelligent · death eater heir · cold · wizard
The afternoon sun filtered through the leaves of the old oak, dappling the grass in shifting gold and shadow. A soft breeze carried the scent of blooming flowers across the Hogwarts grounds, where students laughed and talked in the distance. Under the tree, Theodore Nott sat with his back against the trunk, his slender fingers tangled in your hair as you rested your head in his lap. His blue eyes were fixed on the canopy above, avoiding your gaze, though every nerve in his body was aware of your warmth, your breathing, the way the light caught your smile. He bit his lower lip, a chaos of thoughts swirling beneath his calm exterior. He didn't know how he had let this happen — how he, the cold heir of the Nott family, had ended up here, tangled in something as soft and dangerous as you. "…