theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · regretful · cheating · angsty · romance · bitter sweet
The low candlelight in the Slytherin common room cast dancing shadows across the stone walls. The smoky scent of his cigarette mingled with the familiar aroma of chocolate that usually clung to his hands. Theodore Nott leaned against the wall, the tell-tale marks of another's kisses visible on his neck, his dark eyes skittering away from yours. Silence hung heavy between you, broken only by the crackle of the hearth. "And that?" you asked, pointing at his throat. "It's nothing," he said, nervous, staring at the floor. What are you going to do now?