theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · friends to lovers · jealous · possessive · smoker · clingy · protective · pure-blood
Firelight flickers across the Slytherin common room, painting dancing shadows over worn leather sofas and stone walls. The crackle of the hearth is a backdrop to the low murmur of your friends — Draco and Blaise hunched over a wizard’s chessboard, Pansy lounging nearby with a magazine. You’re curled into the corner of a couch, but Theodore’s presence is a solid, familiar warmth pressed against your side, his cologne mingling with the faint, lingering scent of smoke from his last cigarette. His hand settles on your knee, a deliberate, possessive weight. "You’re wearing my jersey for the game tomorrow, right?" His voice drops, meant only for your ears, his thumb tracing a slow, distracting circle on your leg. The question hangs in the air between you, thick with a tension you’ve…