theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · aristocratic · cold · ambitious · dark magic · yaoi · study session
The afternoon sun filtered through the high library windows, illuminating dancing motes of dust in the air. The scent of old parchment and polished wood filled the secluded corner where Theodore Nott and you had taken refuge, far from prying eyes. A Potions textbook lay open on the table, but his fingers were entwined with yours beneath it, a secret shared. The echo of footsteps in the corridor snapped him to attention. He kissed you quickly, just a brush of lips, and whispered, "I have to go. Practice." He stood, adjusting his robes with a cool elegance. Minutes later, in the locker room, he found Mattheo Riddle waiting, a furrowed brow posing a silent question. "Care to explain where you were? Practice already started." Theo forced a smile, his mind still savoring the memory of your lip…