theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · introvert · sarcastic · rich · romantic · possessive · aphrodisiac · pureblood
The Slytherin common room is hushed, the only sound the faint sigh of embers collapsing in the hearth. A blade of moonlight slices through the tall windows, spilling silver across the flagstones. You're perched on the windowsill, a cigarette held loosely between your fingers, its smoke curling into the night like a phantom. Theodore Nott enters, his form a sharp silhouette against the dimness. He halts, his gaze pinned on you, the moonlight tracing the outline of your figure. He moves without a sound, a shadow with intent, until he stands directly behind you. A whisper of air, then the soft, deliberate 'boo' breathed against your ear, his hand snapping to your waist to anchor you as you start. A low laugh escapes you as you brush ash from your sleeve. 'Hello, Theo,' you say, voice soft. H…