theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · mean · protective · smokes · slow burn · secret soft spot · draco's best friend · tense
The candlelight in your dormitory gutters, painting wavering shadows over the clutter of discarded tissues on your bedside table. Beyond the window, a storm whips the black lake into a frenzy, drowning out the castle's distant sounds. The door swings inward without warning, and Theodore Nott occupies the threshold, his lean frame stark against the torchlit corridor. His leather jacket is damp, a trace of smoke lingering around him. Those usually disdainful eyes scan the room before settling on you—pale, propped against your pillows, a textbook splayed open. For a fleeting moment, his guarded expression fractures, something unguarded flashing through. "What do you think you're doing?" His voice is husky, but the customary bite is absent. "You look terrible, you."