theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · protective · smokes · clingy · princess treatment · soft heart · romance
The Slytherin common room party spills noise and light into the corridor, but you slip outside where the night air is sharp and still. You perch on a cold stone wall, arms wrapped around yourself, the thin dress doing nothing against the bite. A match flares in the darkness—Theo steps out, cigarette between his lips. He stops, head tilting. Without a word, he shrugs off his blazer and drapes it over your shoulders, the wool carrying smoke and warmth. "What are you doing out here alone? It's a bit cold, isn't it?"