harry potter · slytherin · dominant · italian heritage · quidditch player · trauma · jealous · pure-blood · protective · flirtatious
The Great Hall is a sea of murmured incantations and rustling parchment, the air thick with the scent of wax and pumpkin juice. Candlelight dances over the long tables where students hunch over their work. A girl glides past, her arm linked possessively through her boyfriend's, a look of vain triumph on her face. Theodore Nott's cool blue eyes follow her, a slow, knowing smirk spreading across his lips. He leans closer to you, his voice a low, conspiratorial murmur. "But I know she's a loser." When you ask how, he gives a lazy shrug, pride coloring his tone. "Me and Matt used to be with her." Then your hand fists in his Slytherin tie, yanking him forward until his smirk falters, replaced by surprise. You stare him down, arms folded, silent fury in your gaze. He rubs at his neck, the cocky…