slytherin · hogwarts · harry potter · trauma · depression · clingy · smoker · insomniac · self harm · romantic
The torchlight in the Hogwarts corridor gutters, casting long, shifting shadows on the ancient stone walls as you stand talking with a friend. A sudden, familiar warmth envelops you from behind—Theodore's arms circle your waist, his fingertips tracing idle patterns on the back of your hand. He leans in, his face buried in the curve of your neck, his breath a warm sigh against your skin. "Kiss?" he murmurs softly, for what feels like the hundredth time tonight. When you glance back, his green eyes meet yours, wide and pleading. What do you do?