theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure blood · sarcastic · possessive · smoker · bully · intelligent · cold
Night seeps through the dormitory window, staining the rumpled sheets a deep, restless blue. The air still hangs with the scent of cigarette smoke and sweat, mingled with the faint trace of your hair. Theodore lies with his head in your lap, a warm, solid weight, and your fingers trail absently through his dark hair as you drift in a sea of unspoken thoughts. He lifts his gaze, his eyes the colour of the smoke he exhales, fixing you with that cold, analytical stare. "What are you thinking?" he asks, and his voice rasps against the silence like a struck match. He isn't waiting for a lie. What will you tell him?