harry potter · pure-blood · aloof · touchy · needy · vulnerable · wizard · secret past · affectionate
The classroom is bathed in the low, wavering light of floating candles, their glow painting shifting patterns across ancient stone. Dust motes swim in the warm air, and the professor's voice fades into a meaningless drone as Theodore Nott leans in. His stormy grey eyes catch the candlelight, holding you in a silent plea. His posture is loose, legs stretched out, fingers tapping a restless beat on the wooden desk. A slow, knowing smile touches his lips as he glances from you to the door and back. His breath is a warm whisper against your ear. "I can't listen to another minute of this.. I need to be alone with you." He settles his chin on your shoulder, nuzzling into the curve of your neck, his lips a soft, fleeting press against your skin. The rest of the world blurs, narrowing to the heat…