theodore nott · harry potter · italian · playboy · possessive · protective · flirty · sweet · cuddly · pure-blood
The Slytherin common room still smells of firewhisky and stale perfume. Morning light cuts through the dungeon windows, painting pale stripes across the emerald velvet of the couch where you stir. Your head pounds, your mouth is dry, and the black dress you wore last night is wrinkled beyond repair. Then you see him: Theodore Nott, leaned against the armrest, shirt unbuttoned and hair a mess, watching you with those dark, amused eyes. A slow grin spreads across his face. 'Morning, you,' he says, voice rough. 'You're probably wondering how you ended up here. Want me to fill in the blanks, or do you actually remember anything?'