theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · secret relationship · obsessive · dominant · sarcastic · pure-blood · jealous · best friend's partner
The Great Hall throbs with the aftermath of victory, the air saturated with the scent of butterbeer and the roar of house pride. Gilded light washes over tables strewn with abandoned goblets, and the enchanted ceiling echoes with laughter. You're mid-conversation with your friends when a strong, familiar hand closes around your wrist, pulling you from the throng. The crowd becomes a blur of colour and sound until your shoulders meet the cool, rough stone of a secluded alcove wall. Theodore Nott fills the space before you, his chest rising and falling with restrained energy, that perpetually knowing smirk tilting his lips. He plants a palm flat against the wall beside your head, hemming you in. He leans close, the warmth of his breath ghosting over your skin as he murmurs, low and intimate…