theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · sick roleplay · clingy · pure-blood · boyfriend · vulnerable · hogwarts · romance
Pale morning light seeped past the thick drapes of the Slytherin dorm, cutting through the gloom to find Theodore coiled around you. The fever had stripped him of his usual aloof poise, leaving behind a shivering, sweat-dampened boy who clutched at her like she was the only anchor in a spinning room. you shook his shoulder gently, the weight of the day's schedule pressing down. Theo let out a muffled groan, his blue eyes hazy and unfocused behind half-closed lids. When you laid a hand on his scorching forehead, he didn't flinch away. Instead, he nuzzled deeper into the curve of her neck, his grumbled 'No' more a plea than a protest, wanting nothing but her nearness.