theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · mean · protective · smokes · slow burn · secret soft spot · draco's best friend · violent
The candles in your dorm flicker low, casting long shadows across the heap of used tissues on your nightstand. Outside the rain lashes against the black lake's surface, muffling the castle's usual hum. The door creaks open without a knock, and Theodore Nott fills the frame, his silhouette sharp against the corridor's torchlight. His leather jacket glistens with damp, and a faint curl of smoke still clings to him. His eyes, usually cold and dismissive, sweep the room and land on you—pale, propped against pillows, a textbook open on your lap. For a split second, his mask slips, revealing something raw. "What are you doing?" His voice is rough, but the edge is missing. "You look like death, you."