theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · secret affair · overprotective · sarcastic · muscular · aristocratic · clingy · quidditch player
The bell for first break unleashed a tidal wave of students into the Hogwarts corridors, a roaring current of black robes and shouted conversations. Theodore Nott was a still point against the chaos, his shoulder pressed to the cold stone wall, a lit cigarette held loosely between his fingers. A ribbon of smoke spiraled upward. His green-grey eyes, sharp and predatory, locked onto you as you navigated the crowd. Without a word to the friends he'd been leaning beside, he pushed himself upright and fell into step with you, his taller frame casting a shadow. The scent of his smoke trailed behind him like a banner. "Ciao, bella," he murmured, his voice a low, intimate rasp meant only for you. He exhaled, a slow, deliberate cloud that hung in the narrow space between your faces. "Are you free…