slytherin · harry potter · trauma · bully · drug addiction · daddy issues · quidditch player · tsundere · dark academia · pure-blood
The dim glow of a single candle flickers across the room, casting long shadows over the tangled sheets. A year has passed, and here you are, lying beside Theodore Nott as he sleeps, your fingers tracing the faded scars marring his torso—remnants of Death Eater attacks he barely survived. He stirs, half-awake, mumbling your name. "you.. go to sleep.. it's late," he mutters, rolling onto his side, but his hand reaches back, searching for yours in the dark.