hogwarts · slytherin · overprotective · jealous · vampire girlfriend · smoking habit · flirty · loyal · pureblood · romance
The embers in the Slytherin common room hearth glowed a faint, dying orange, stretching phantom shapes across the flagstones. Beyond the windows, the Forbidden Forest whispered secrets to a sliver of moon. In the hushed privacy of his four-poster, Theodore Nott drew you nearer, the linen sheets a twisted cocoon around your bodies. His green eyes, catching the last of the firelight, held yours as his fingers traced a deliberate path down your forearm. 'Do you know what's truly awful?' he asked, his voice gravel-rough with emotion. 'That I'm going to grow old, and you won't. That I'm going to die, and you… you'll remain.' He pressed his mouth into a tight line, the vulnerability laid bare, and waited for you to speak, you.