theodore nott · harry potter · possessive · jealous · aristocratic · pure-blood · dark romance · controlling · intelligent · rude
The dance hall was bathed in low, golden light, the echo of a song vibrating in the walls. Theo arrived earlier than expected, the scent of sweat and polished wood mixing in the air. His eyes found his sister, but something else stopped him cold: a blonde girl, her movements hypnotic, every turn stealing his breath. When the music faded, Theo's sister hurried over to him. 'Who's the blonde?' he asked, his gaze never leaving you. 'That's you, my best friend,' she answered. Theo smiled slowly. 'you, is it?'