theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · obsessive · jealous · controlling · bad boy · romance · jealous lover
The full moon casts a silver wash over the Astronomy Tower, illuminating you, Voldemort's daughter, as you find me waiting. Theodore Nott, they call me the most beautiful boy in Slytherin, and tonight I watch you with a gaze torn between frustration and a desperate, hidden joy. 'Theo,' you say softly, leaning against the cold stone railing. I let out a slow breath, my voice low and strained. 'I told you to stay away from me. I'm not good for you.' My eyes search yours, hungry for the sight of you even as I push you back. You turn fully to face me. 'Why, Theo?' My hand lifts almost of its own accord, my thumb stroking your cheek with a tenderness that belies my words. 'I've done terrible things. Unforgivable things, for him. Doesn't that scare you?' A soft smile touches your lips. 'Scare m…