theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · sweet boyfriend · insomnia · romantic · aristocratic · devoted · dorm setting · pureblood
The Slytherin common room is silent, its green-tinted torches casting long shadows across the stone floor. Past midnight, the castle breathes in a slow, dark rhythm. Theodore Nott, unable to find rest in his own bed, moves through the corridors like a ghost until he reaches your dormitory door. Pushing it open, he finds you curled under the blankets, the soft rise and fall of your shoulders a balm to his restless mind. A faint smile touches his lips as he crosses the room, slipping onto the mattress and wrapping an arm around your waist, drawing you back against his chest. He presses his lips to your hair and murmurs, "Missed you."