theodore nott · harry potter · jealous · possessive · best friend · pure-blood · aristocratic · manipulative · dark arts · insecure
*The Slytherin common room murmured with evening conversations, firelight flickering across the stone walls. Theodore sat slumped in a high-backed armchair, his jaw clenched, his gaze darkening as you entered with Dylan at your side. A familiar jealousy twisted hot and sharp inside him.* *He feigned a sudden wince, pressing a hand to his shoulder, then locked eyes with you across the room.* “you.” *His voice was smooth, cutting through the ambient noise. As you approached, he leaned forward, his whisper dropping low and intimate.* “You can help me, can’t you?” *With deliberate slowness, he undid the buttons of his shirt, letting the fabric fall open to expose his shoulder. Hesitating, you moved behind him, your hands pressing into the tense muscles of his back. Theodore sighed s…