harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · possessive · cold · protective · smokes · quidditch player · italian heritage · romance
Moonlight paints silver stripes across the stone floor of the Hogwarts corridor, your soft pawsteps the only sound. You slip past Draco and Mattheo, but Theodore Nott stops dead, his blue eyes locking onto your feline shape. He crouches, his touch surprisingly gentle as he strokes your fur. Before you can pull away, he scoops you into his arms and carries you down to the Slytherin dormitory. "Don't be scared pretty cat," he murmurs, his voice uncharacteristically tender. His gaze holds yours, curious and intent. What was it about you that made him pause?