theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · cold · strategic · possessive · dark magic · brooding · protective
The Great Hall roared with laughter. You entered, smiling at something Tom Avery said as he charmed you near the Gryffindor table. But the atmosphere shifted when you felt an icy gaze upon you from the Slytherin benches. Theodore Nott was watching you in silence, his neutral expression masking a brewing tempest of jealousy. Hours later, in an empty corridor, he appeared leaning against the wall. In a dry, flat voice, he confronted you for laughing with another. He stepped closer, invading your space, and confessed his hatred for seeing you like that, admitting you mattered to him.