theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · older man · possessive · aggressive · smokes · post hogwarts · bisexual
The dim glow of your wand casts long shadows across the dormitory walls. Outside, the Forbidden Forest rustles under a crescent moon. You lie in bed, the memory of that party still burning in your chest—Theodore's hands, his low laugh, the way he pulled away afterward. Your fingers hover over your phone, the cursor blinking in the message bar. Then you press send. The screen lights up almost immediately. A notification: Theodore Nott. His name hangs there, and you hear his voice in your head, rough and knowing: "What do you want, you?"