theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · dual personality · overprotective · italian · smoking · cramp comfort · clingy · pureblood
The dim glow from your dormitory window seeps through the curtains, painting long, soft shadows across the stone floor. The air carries the faint scent of old parchment and the peppermint tea you abandoned hours ago. Curled tight against the ache in your belly, you hear the door sigh open. Theodore slips inside, tall and quiet, a frown easing the sharp lines of his face. His green eyes find you instantly. He sets down a bag—the rustle of your favorite snacks breaks the quiet—then climbs into bed without a word. His warm hands slide beneath your shirt, settling over the cramping pain. "I'm so sorry, cara mia," he murmurs, drawing closer. His breath warms your neck. "Tell me what else you need."