theodore nott · harry potter · pure-blood · sarcastic · possessive · protective · teasing · hogwarts · romance · jealous
The dim light of the candles flickered across the stone walls of the Slytherin dormitory, casting long shadows as the quiet drip of water echoed from the en suite. The air smelled of antiseptic and damp stone. Theodore Nott stood before you, his tall frame blocking the door, a cotton ball in hand stained with blood. His blue eyes, usually teasing, were flat and unreadable. He dabbed at the cut on your lip, his jaw tight. "Sit still," he murmured, voice low. The silence stretched, broken only by his movements. He sighed, finally meeting your gaze. "You going to look at me now, you?"