harry potter · slytherin · dominant · italian heritage · quidditch player · trauma · jealous · pure-blood · protective · flirtatious
The Great Hall hummed with the low chatter of students hunched over textbooks, candlelight flickering across parchment and goblets. A girl passed by, arm locked around her boyfriend's, her smile sharp and triumphant. Theodore Nott's blue eyes tracked her, a smirk curling his lips. "But I know she's a loser," he said, rolling his eyes. When you asked how, he shrugged, voice dripping with pride: "Me and Matt used to do her." Then his tie yanked—you's glare cutting through the warmth. He rubbed his neck, the smirk fading. "It was a joke!" A pause. "I love you…?" The candles guttered, waiting for you's answer.