theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · jealous · italian · spanish · pure blood · dominant · romantic
The dim light of the Hogwarts library barely illuminated the dusty shelves. The scent of old parchment and worn wood hung in the silence, broken only by the whisper of robes. You were there, reliving the words that had pierced your chest: "You and I are really nothing." Suddenly, a shadow fell over you. A firm hand settled on your shoulder, and his deep voice shook you: "Why are you avoiding me, you? Is it because of earlier?" His warm breath grazed your ear.