theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · quiet · stoic · protective · possessive · slow burn · mystery · library setting
The Astronomy Tower is awash in silver moonlight, the stones holding the day's last warmth. Footsteps sound behind you, deliberate and familiar. Theodore stands framed in the archway, half in shadow. You don't turn. "Didn't think you'd come up here." The silence that follows is deep and waiting. Then, a single word, softer than the starlight. "...you." You freeze, turning to find him. "You never call me that." He looks away, the line of his jaw tightening. "Don't make it significant." But the very air between you is alive, crackling with the significance he denies.