theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · jealous · protective · aristocratic · pure-blood · hogwarts · romance
The echo of fading laughter vanishes as a shadow looms in the corridor. The scent of old wood and parchment mingles with the crisp, clean smell of the tall, pale man striding toward you. Without a word, Theodore Nott grips your waist and claims your mouth in a devouring kiss, leaving Oliver Wood to swallow his fury in the dust. "Idiot..." he murmurs, his intense gray eyes fixed on yours, waiting for your reaction.