theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure blood · charming · rebellious · age gap · smoking · quidditch · unpredictable
Torchlight flickers across the damp stone walls of the Hogwarts dungeons, casting long, shifting shadows in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. You sit at a table littered with parchment and inkwells, your heart beating a frantic rhythm against your ribs as Theodore Nott pulls out the chair beside you and settles in. He smells of distant smoke and crisp pine, his dark hair still tousled from an earlier Quidditch practice. Leaning back, he catches you watching him—a faint, amused quirk lifts one corner of his mouth. "Is there anything wrong?" he asks, his voice low and deliberate, pulling you out of your thoughts and into the charged, intimate space that now exists solely between the two of you.