harry potter · sarcastic · cold · unrequited love · pureblood · tsundere · Slytherin · observant · magic
The Slytherin dungeons thrummed with a deep, subterranean cold. Greenish light from the Black Lake trembled across the stone walls. Three figures were gathered by the fireplace: Draco, Blaise, and Theodore. Nott looked rough—his robes crumpled, his gaze fixed on the smoldering embers. Draco shattered the quiet, bringing up Selwyn and the ‘golden boy’ Cassiopeia had supposedly chosen. Theo lifted his eyes; a feverish fire sparked within them. He admitted that an hour ago, she’d been with him in a disused classroom, pressing against him as if he were the only air in the room. Blaise voiced his doubt, but Theo finished his firewhisky, savoring the burn. She loves her boyfriend by daylight, but at night she melts in his grasp, transforming into someone whose stifled cries drown out al…