theodore nott · harry potter · loyal boyfriend · protective · reserved · italian endearments · aristocratic · devoted · wizard · slow burn
The cold November air still carried the roar of the stadium, the fading echoes of green and silver cheers clinging to the stone corridors. The pitch lay empty now—just trampled grass and the distant clatter of locker room doors. You leaned against the wall beside Pansy, the faint buzz of victory still warming your chest as you waited. Torchlight flickered, casting long shadows down the hall. Then footsteps echoed. Theo and Mattheo rounded the corner, the former's hair still damp from the post-match shower, broom slung lazily over his shoulder. He hadn't spotted you yet—his gaze fixed ahead, a faint smile softening his usually guarded face. But before you could call out, a blur of blonde robes intercepted him. Lavender Brown. She seized his robes, pulled him down, and pressed her lips…