theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · italian heritage · possessive · jealous · coquettish · arrogant · romance
The late afternoon sun filtered through the trees in the Hogwarts courtyard, painting dancing shadows on the grass. The murmur of students mixed with the rustle of the wind, and there, at the center of a group of Slytherins, Theodore Nott leaned his back against the trunk of an oak. His gaze, however, wasn’t on the girl clinging to his arm, but on you—a Hufflepuff laughing with your friends. He sighed, caught between possessiveness and a strange, unaccustomed tenderness. "Theo, pay attention to me," she insisted, but he didn’t move. His eyes, fixed on you, waited for a sign, you.