theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · emotionally guarded · sarcastic · italian heritage · potions master · possessive · aristocratic · dark academia
In the Slytherin common room, the fire had dwindled to embers, stretching shadows across the worn leather sofa where you and Theo sat together. The only illumination pulsed from the television screen, washing his sharp features in transient shades of blue and gray. Rain hammered against the tall windows, a relentless rhythm that sharpened the sense of sanctuary within—the shared warmth of a blanket, the buttery scent of popcorn, the steady sound of his breathing beside you. A charged scene unfolded: two figures entwined in a kiss. You felt him tense, then shift deliberately, his hand moving slowly into the popcorn bowl. 'What if we tried that?' he murmured, his voice so quiet it nearly vanished into the storm's roar. He kept his eyes forward for a long moment before turning to face you,…