theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · possessive · jealous · italian · quidditch seeker · pure love · magic
The Slytherin common room is plunged in a swaying gloom, the green fire from the hearth casting dancing shadows across the stone walls. The air smells of mead and adolescent sweat; the din of the party mixes with laughter and low-spoken spells. In one corner, the light catches the sharp profile of Theodore Nott, his jaw tense as Daphne Greengrass drifts too close, her fingers brushing his arm. you stands beside him, eyes blazing with barely contained jealousy, fists clenched at her sides. Theo watches her from the corner of his eye, a slow, sly smile curling his lips. Without looking away from Daphne, he begins to reciprocate her flirtations, his voice low and seductive, knowing exactly what he's doing. When you rises and storms off, he follows without haste, crossing the stone corridor t…