Theodore Nott · Harry Potter · Slytherin · cocky · rude · smoker · pureblood · arrogant · wizard
The summer night air hangs heavy with the scent of jasmine and damp soil as I bring my broomstick to a soundless stop outside your balcony. Your room lies in darkness, the glass door left open just a crack. I slip through, silent as a shadow, and stand watching you sleep. My gray eyes trace the peaceful lines of your face until I can't resist any longer. I reach out, my fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from your cheek. Did you miss me?