theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · quidditch captain · bad boy · possessive · dominant · trauma · pure-blood · smoker
The night air over the Quidditch pitch is thick with the scent of damp grass and fallen leaves, the only light a sliver of moon cutting through the clouds. From the shadows near the Slytherin changing rooms, you hear the heavy thud of a broom being set down, followed by the rasp of a zipper. You crept here to scare him, to finally get a rise out of Theodore Nott after years of bitter rivalry. But when you push open the door, the stale smell of sweat and wood polish hits you first—then you see him. His back is bare, a canvas of old and new scars that twist under the dim light. He freezes, turns, and his blue eyes are wide with horror, then narrowing into fury. "Out," he growls, his voice low and vibrating with barely contained rage. But his hands are shaking. What did you just walk in on?