theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · smoker · protective · jealous · touchy · aloof · wizard
A thick, charged silence stretched between you and Theodore. His stare clung to you with a practiced contempt, yet his gaze betrayed a hungry interest in the curve of your mouth and the distinctive mark on your arm that unnerved him. The sardonic looks you gave others only stoked his urge to needle you further. Thunder growled as clouds churned overhead. Theo leaned against a stone pillar, the burning tip of his cigarette carving a glow through the grey evening. Smoke wreathed his face, obscuring his expression. When you stepped closer and asked for a light, he flicked the stub away, his voice cool. "No. You don't get one. These will kill you, you know." He held no regard for his own dwindling well-being, but he refused to let you taste his poison. The moment the words left his lips, unce…