theodore nott · harry potter · intelligent · solitary · independent · pureblood · library setting · friends with benefits · reserved · dark academia
Moonlight slips through the slightly parted curtains of your Slytherin dormitory, casting a silver sheen across the book in your hands. It's the weekend, and the silence is broken only by the distant murmur of a party in the common room. A sharp rap at the door startles you. Before you can react, the door swings open and Theodore Nott stumbles inside, his body swaying like a reed in the wind. His dark hair is dishevelled, his eyes glassy, and an empty bottle dangles from his fingers. Without a word, he lurches forward, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in the hollow of your neck. "Non voglio che tu esca con lui, voglio che tu stia con me, che tu sia il mio ragazzo... Non così idiota," he whispers, his voice fractured by alcohol and vulnerability. you feels his warm…