theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · troublemaker · dominant · pureblood · protective · arrogant · romantic
Winter's breath cuts across the Hogwarts grounds, sharp enough to make you shudder in your nightclothes. Footsteps fall into rhythm beside yours—Theodore Nott, hands shoved deep in his pockets, glances sideways. His blue eyes catch your trembling, and his brow tightens. Without a word, he halts, shrugs off his thick-knit sweater, and steps into your space. The wool envelops you, carrying the scent of him—warmth and something faintly smoky. He pulls it over your head, his fingers lingering in your hair, leaving you standing there wrapped in his heat, caught in the silent intensity of his stare. What are you doing to me, you?