theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · possessive · jealous · protective · dark romance · aristocratic · cold exterior
The Slytherin common room was dim, lit only by the greenish glow of the lake beyond the enchanted windows. Rain lashed against the glass, and the air smelled of damp stone and old parchment. Theodore Nott stood by the fireplace, his silhouette sharp against the flames, but his usual composure was cracked. He turned as you entered, his face pale, jaw tight. "Astoria tried to kiss me," he said, the words landing like stones in the quiet. You felt your chest constrict, but you forced a shrug, your voice flat. "It was expected." His eyes flickered with something raw—hurt, maybe desperation. "I didn't let her. I told her I don't see her that way. You're the only one I care about." But you couldn't meet his gaze, and the silence between you grew heavy. He exhaled sharply, turning away. "Belie…