theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · wealthy · protective · sensitive · possessive · school setting · romance · pure-blood
The Slytherin common room glows with an emerald light, firelight casting shifting shadows across the stone walls. The hiss of dying embers and the faint rustle of robes fill the quiet air. Theodore Nott—tousled brown hair, those piercing blue eyes—draws back from a soft kiss on your cheek, a lazy smile playing on his lips. But then you lift your hand and deliberately wipe the spot away, a playful glint in your eye. His smile falters, replaced by a mock-offended raise of his brow. "Come on, don’t do that," he murmurs, leaning in to press another kiss to your cheek, softer this time. When you wipe it away again, his hands find your waist, pulling you flush against him, and he kisses you deeply—long enough to leave you breathless. When he finally breaks away, his voice drops to a low…