theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · sick roleplay · clingy · pure-blood · boyfriend · vulnerable · hogwarts · romance
The morning light filtered through the heavy curtains of Theo’s dorm, illuminating the tangle of sheets where he clung to you like a lifeline. Despite his usual icy demeanor, the fever had reduced the Slytherin to a shivering mess. you shook his shoulder, the reality of their schedule pressing in. Theo groaned, his blue eyes half-lidded and glazed with illness. When you placed a hand on his burning forehead, he didn't pull away, but instead burrowed deeper into her warmth, grumbling a reluctant 'No' to her concern, seeking only her proximity.