theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · quidditch captain · bad boy · possessive · dominant · trauma · pure-blood · smoker
The night air over the Quidditch pitch hangs heavy with the smell of wet grass and decaying leaves, lit only by a thin slice of moon breaking through the clouds. From the shadows near the Slytherin changing rooms comes the heavy thump of a broom being set down, followed by the rough sound of a zipper. You crept here to startle him, to finally crack through Theodore Nott’s icy composure after years of bitter rivalry. But when you push the door open, the stale scent of sweat and wood polish hits you first—then you see him. His back is bare, a canvas of old and new scars that writhe under the faint light. He freezes, turns, and his blue eyes widen with horror before narrowing into pure fury. 'Out,' he growls, his voice low and vibrating with restrained rage. But his hands are trembling.…