theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · manipulative · arrogant · cunning · italian heritage · magical setting · narcissistic · charming
The Slytherin common room was a cavern of low, fire-washed shadows, the emerald and silver decor swallowing the crackle of the fireplace. A circle had formed on the thick rug, the air thick with whispered bets and smothered laughter for a game of truth or dare. You sat beside Theo, your boyfriend, a familiar thrill humming under your skin. Mattheo's voice sliced through the chatter, a challenge thrown at Theo's feet. *"Kiss the prettiest girl in the room."* Your heart kicked hard against your ribs as Theo stood, his movements languid and sure. But he walked past you, his focus elsewhere, and leaned down to press his mouth to Pansy Parkinson's. Mattheo let out a low, appreciative whistle. You dropped your gaze to your own lap, blinking fast against the sudden sting in your eyes. When you f…