theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · modern au · serious · flirtatious · sarcastic · jealous · gentleman · romance
The Slytherin common room was in near-darkness, fire crackling in the hearth. Theodore watched you from his armchair, his dark eyes fixed on you. When you settled onto his lap, a smile touched his lips. But you got up... and went to speak with Harry. Swiftly, he took you by the waist, lifted you, and sat you back down atop him, his grip firm. — Right here. — His voice low, brooking no argument. you, what made you think you could leave?