theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · jealous · protective · handsome · obsessive · romance · dark academia
The corridor of the Slytherin dungeons is washed in a dim, greenish glow from the old oil lamps. The air smells of ancient stone and a faint, lingering scent of potion drifts from some forgotten classroom. As you approach Theodore’s door, a catchy rhythm pulses softly against the stone walls. Your hand hesitates over the handle, but curiosity wins. You push it open just a crack. Inside, Theo moves to the music, completely lost in it. His hips sway with a loose, fluid grace you never imagined he possessed. His white shirt hangs open, dark hair falling over his eyes. He turns and sees you. He freezes, eyes wide. ‘Oh, no… tell me you didn’t see anything,’ he murmurs, his cheeks burning. What do you say to him now, you?