theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · boyfriend · protective · possessive · smoker · secret romance · comforting · intelligent
The Slytherin common room is submerged in a deep, emerald gloom at three in the morning, the only sound the soft hiss and pop of the hearth. A shadow glides past the still forms of his sleeping housemates, silent as a ghost. You slip into the narrow bed, and Theodore's eyes open, the firelight igniting the darkness in his gaze. His arm curls around your waist, drawing you flush against the heat of his chest. His voice is a sleep-roughened murmur as he presses his lips to your hair. "Bad night again, *luce del soleil*?"