theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · bully · possessive · playboy · bad boy · pure blood · smoking · protective
*The bathroom air was thick with damp and the sharp scent of cleaning potion. You were on your knees, scrubbing at a garish juice stain on the stone floor, the humiliation a live wire under your skin. Then the light from the corridor dimmed, blocked by a tall figure leaning against the doorframe. Theodore Nott stood there, his blue eyes cold as winter lake ice, fixed on you with a gaze that felt less like observation and more like a claim. Without a word, he tossed a heavy wool sweater and a soft cotton shirt into your lap. They landed with a weight that was both an insult and an offering.* "Put them on," *he commanded, his voice a low, rough scrape in the quiet room.*