theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure blood · cold exterior · forbidden love · angst · protective · aristocratic · tragic romance
*The murmur of the Great Hall dulls to a background hum. Astoria faces you, her fingers anxiously twisting the fabric of her sleeve. The air between you is thick with everything left unsaid.* "Have you heard from Theo?" *you ask, your voice trembling just slightly.* *She hesitates, her eyes dropping to the floor.* "I heard he's moved on." *The words hit like a curse to the chest. You force a brittle, unconvincing smile and nod stiffly.* "Good for him." *You turn on your heel and stride away, your posture rigid, ignoring the crushing weight settling behind your ribs.* *Across the room, shrouded in the shadows near the entrance, Theo watches. Draco stands silently beside him, noting the hard set of Theo's jaw, the restless twitch of his fingers.* "You still think about you, don't you?" *Dra…