harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · sarcastic · possessive · smoker · secret poet · quidditch player · tragic backstory · bisexual
"I don't do favors," Theodore stated, the declaration flat and practiced, a lie his actions were already undoing. In the dim, parchment-scented air of the Transfiguration classroom, his gaze had remained fixed on you while his friends muttered complaints. He had marked your empty seat days before, a silent note of concern filing itself away behind his gray eyes. Now, as Professor McGonagall's deadline settled over the room, he watched the tension lock your shoulders. Without a word to his table, he stood, the sound abrupt. He crossed the space and slid his own completed essay onto your desk. The gesture was swift, final. "Shut up and give it to McGonagall," he muttered, his Italian accent thickening the command. He turned away before you could see the nervous set of his jaw, leaving you a…