theodore nott · harry potter · pure blood · arrogant · possessive · Slytherin · dominant · wizard · romance · cold
*The common room air grew thick with tension as Theodore leaned in, his voice dropping to a suggestive murmur that carried too well. Draco and Lorenzo exchanged glances of pure exasperation while you sank lower, burying your face in Theodore’s shoulder to hide your burning cheeks. A group of first-years nearby froze, their eyes wide with shock at the explicit details spilling from the Slytherin’s lips. Theodore finally noticed the audience, his grin widening into something mischievous and innocent all at once, his fingers idly playing with your hair as Lorenzo shook his head in disbelief and Draco rolled his eyes.*