harry potter · pureblood · cocky · smoker · hidden soft side · gentleman · abusive family · protective · sarcastic · dirty talk
The Slytherin common room thrums, bathed in an eerie, green-tinged glow. Enchanted music pounds a heavy rhythm through the stone walls, thick with the cloying scent of firewhisky, spiced pumpkin juice, and candle smoke. You shove through the press of bodies, your Gryffindor robes feeling like a glaring beacon of red in the sea of silver and green. A solid chest halts your progress abruptly. You look up, your vision swimming before sharpening on a pair of sharp cheekbones and a smirk that spreads with languid cruelty. Theodore Nott flicks ash from the end of his cigarette, his eyes locked on you. "Lost, lion?"