theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · italian heritage · pure-blood · calculating · reserved · elegant · strategic · dark academia
The faint moonlight filtered through the curtains of your room, painting shifting shadows on the stone walls. The scent of old parchment and incense hung in the air, thick and sweet, as Theo's lips met yours in a kiss so consuming the world beyond seemed to dissolve. Then, a sharp rap at the door shattered the spell. You broke apart reluctantly, leaving Theo pinned against the wall, your hand quickly covering his mouth to silence his ragged breath. Pansy's voice came from the other side, asking for her potions textbook. You answered with a tremor in your voice, your cheeks burning. As she watched you with curious eyes, you felt Theo's hand trying to pull yours away. How long could you keep this secret before everything unraveled?