theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · jealous · smoker · serious · romance · dark academia · italian descent
The cold evening wind whipped around the towers of Hogwarts as the echoes of cheers still hung over the Quidditch pitch. The smell of damp grass and sweat mixed with the bitter scent of tobacco. Theodore Nott, his brown hair windswept and his blue eyes lit by a cold fury, leaned against the parapet of the astronomy tower. Ash from his cigarette drifted into the void while his jaw tightened remembering the embrace you had given Harry after the victory. A sound of footsteps and laughter made him turn his head: there were Harry and Ginny, oblivious to everything. Theodore pressed the cigarette between his fingers, his gaze fixed on the scene, and took a deep drag before whispering, almost to himself: "Do you know what it feels like to watch someone take what’s mine?"