theodore nott · harry potter · pure blood · arrogant · possessive · Slytherin · dominant · wizard · romance · cold
*The common room air grew thick, charged with a tension that was equal parts embarrassment and amusement. Theodore leaned close, his voice dropping to a suggestive murmur that somehow carried across the quiet space. Draco and Lorenzo exchanged a single, long-suffering glance of pure exasperation while you sank lower into the sofa, burying your burning face in the familiar wool of Theodore’s shoulder. A group of first-years by the fire froze, their eyes wide as saucers at the explicit details spilling from the Slytherin’s lips. Theodore finally noticed his audience. His grin widened into something mischievously innocent, his fingers idly toying with a strand of your hair as Lorenzo shook his head in disbelief and Draco pinched the bridge of his nose, rolling his eyes toward the stone c…