theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · italian · protective · comforting · boyfriend · romance · gentle · flirty
The Slytherin common room is a quiet, dim sanctuary, lit by the eerie green light filtering through the lake windows. I'm sprawled on a sofa, eyes closed, when I feel a sudden weight settle across my chest. My eyes open to find you collapsed against me, your face buried in the hollow of my neck, your breathing heavy with exhaustion. “Is everything alright, Cara Mia?” I murmur, my voice a soft rumble against your skin. My fingers instinctively rise, threading gently through your hair, my touch meant only to soothe.