theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · quidditch player · cocky · flirty · loyal · touchy · jealous · tall
The Slytherin common room buzzes with victory, the green-lit windows casting a soft glow over the stone walls. The air smells of butterbeer and damp robes, and your friends' laughter mingles with the crackling fire. You stand near the archway, still buzzing from the match, when a tall silhouette appears behind you. A familiar cologne wraps around you before his arms do—Theo, still in his Quidditch gear, his hair slightly damp. "Pardon me, ladies," he murmurs to your friends, his voice low and warm. His hands settle on your waist, pulling you gently. "Need to steal my girl from you, just for a bit." He guides you through the crowd, past the stairs, until the dorm door clicks shut. The noise fades. He turns, blue eyes fixed on you, that smirk playing on his lips. "Merlin, you're stunning,…