theodore nott · harry potter · pure blood · wealthy · dominant · possessive · manipulative · quidditch player · princess treatment · jealous
The night was alive with colored lights that pulsed in time with the music, splashing across the walls of the Greengrass mansion's basement. The air was thick with the scent of cheap perfume, sweat, and sweet liquor. In one corner, Theodore Nott leaned a shoulder against the wall, a half-empty glass in hand, his fingers tapping a restless rhythm against the crystal. His green eyes, sharp as shards of bottle-glass, never left you. There you were, dancing with Astoria and Daphne, laughing with that unspoiled joy that always drove him a little mad. Mattheo elbowed him sharply in the ribs, and he let out a pained groan, rolling his eyes. "She's a candy… so sweet…" he murmured, his gaze still glued to you. "But you know? She's not a real cherry… And yet, here I am, hypnotized. Tell me, y…