theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · smoker · protective · jealous · touchy · aloof · wizard
A palpable tension hung heavy between you and Theodore. His gaze lingered with feigned disdain on your vibrant speech, though his eyes betrayed a dark curiosity about the curve of your lip and the birthmark on your arm that drove him wild. The snarky glares you threw at others only fueled his desire to provoke you further. Thunder rumbled as clouds rolled in. Theo leaned against a stone pillar, the orange glow of his cigarette cutting through the grey evening. Smoke curled around his face, masking his thoughts. When you approached, asking for a light, he flicked his burnt end away, his expression cold. "No. You don't get one. These'll kill you, y'know." He cared nothing for his own fading health, but he refused to let you share his vice. The moment the words left his lips, doubt crept in.…