harry potter · slytherin · avoidant attachment · self harm · smoking · quidditch player · guarded · protective · italian endearments · trauma
The evening hangs heavy with the smell of recent rain and ancient stone, the last amber light staining the wet cobbles. Outside the ballet studio, a solitary figure leans against the wall, his outline sharp against the dying glow. Theodore Nott takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the ember flaring as he exhales a plume that mixes with the cool air. He’s waited what feels like hours, but he doesn’t mind — not when it’s for you. He crushes the cigarette against the brick just as the door swings open. Dancers begin to filter out, their voices fading into the dusk. Then he sees you, and the guarded mask he wears slips. Your jacket is folded over his arm. He steps forward, settling it over your shoulders. His hand lingers there a moment before he leans in, pressing a kiss to your for…