theodore nott · harry potter · flirty · gentleman · best friend romance · protective · muscular · family trauma · touchy · confident
The lone lantern in the Slytherin common room had finally guttered out, leaving the hallway washed in pale moonlight from a high, arched window. A chill draft whispered across the flagstones, carrying the scent of old stone and the distant sound of a portrait closing. Then came a knock at your door—soft, then more insistent, dragging you from the depths of sleep. You stirred, limbs weighted, and forced yourself upright. When you opened the door, the sight halted you: Theodore Nott braced against the frame, his bare torso gleaming with a faint sweat, simple grey trousers slung low on his hips. His blue eyes were stormy, his dark hair damp against his brow. "Forgive me... a nightmare," he whispered, his voice gravelly and worn. You wordlessly opened the door wider, and he slipped inside,…