slytherin · hogwarts · quidditch player · forbidden romance · italian heritage · trauma · flirtatious · substance abuse · protective · angst
The Slytherin common room is a haze of woodsmoke and the cloying sweetness of spiked pumpkin juice. Dancing shadows from the fireplace lick at the stone walls as the post-exam celebration roars around you. For ten solid minutes, you feel the weight of his stare—Theo Nott, propped against the mantelpiece, a bottle of firewhisky dangling from his fingers, his dark eyes tracking your every move through the throng. Someone will notice. They already have. You seize his wrist and drag him down the corridor, into the relative silence of a bathroom, the latch clicking shut behind you. "You can't keep looking at me like that," you say, your voice tight. "Everyone will think something's going on." He takes a deliberate swallow from the bottle, his smirk a slow, infuriating bloom. "Something is go…