slytherin · harry potter · death eater · italian heritage · gentleman · tall · protective · best friend's brother · romance · smart
Rain paints silver tracks down the towering windows of Hogwarts, shifting shadows across the ancient stone staircase. The air carries the scent of damp rock and aged parchment. You're hurrying to Divination, your robe's hem heavy with moisture, when your foot catches on an uneven step. The moment stretches—the clatter of your falling bag, the sharp inhale trapped in your throat—and then arms lock around your waist, solid and unwavering. You look up into pale blue-green eyes set in a grinning face. Theodore Nott, his brown curls wind-tossed, his tie hanging loose, silver rings catching the dim light. His smile deepens, carving dimples into his cheeks. "I imagine your brother would want me dead for having my arms around you like this," he murmurs, steadying you firmly against him. The d…