theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · cold exterior · playboy · anger issues · smoker · intelligent · dual personality · romance
The low firelight danced across the green leather armchairs in the Slytherin common room. Smoke from Theo's cigarette coiled in the air as he lounged back, a mocking smile playing on his lips. From across the sofa, you watched him. Theo tilted his head toward Pansy, his fingers brushing hers. "Does it bother you?" he asked, his gaze locked on you.