theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · arrogant · protective · bet gone wrong · slow burn · possessive · smoking
The cold night air slips through the window of the Slytherin dormitory, lit only by the pale wash of moonlight. The scent of old paper and tobacco hangs in the room. Theo Nott walks in, his chestnut hair disheveled, his blue eyes searching for you in the shadows. He sinks onto the bed beside you and lets out a slow sigh. What’s up? he asks, his voice soft but loaded with something he doesn’t fully understand. The question hangs in the silence, waiting for your answer.