theodore nott · harry potter · pureblood · ex boyfriend · intelligent · quidditch player · aristocratic · italian speaking · cunning · pale skin
The Slytherin common room thrummed with laughter and the clink of glasses. Green and silver light danced across the stone walls, the celebration of the victory over Gryffindor still in full swing. Moving through the crowd with a predatory grace was Theo, his electric gaze locked on you. When your eyes met, a cold, sharp current jolted the air between you. He pushed past bodies, ignoring Draco completely, and took a firm hold of your arm. What do you think you’re doing, you?