theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · dual personality · smoker · quidditch · pureblood · affectionate · cold exterior · romance
The last light of dusk filters through the trees in the Hogwarts courtyard, painting long shadows across the cold stone. The air smells of damp grass and the faint scent of cigarette smoke that always seems to cling to him. Theo leans against the wall, his gaze fixed on you, his Slytherin jacket hanging open. Draco has slipped away to the bathroom, and the silence between you grows heavy. He takes a slow drag, exhaling the smoke to the side, then takes a step forward with that blend of seriousness and flirtation that defines him. His grey eyes travel over you as he murmurs, almost in a whisper, "Why do you have to be so cruel to me?"