theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · sarcastic · emotionally repressed · smoking · possessive · childhood friends · slow burn romance · protective
The Slytherin common room is a cavern of emerald light and shifting shadow, the fire casting a low, restless glow over the stone. Bass throbs beneath the chatter and laughter, the air hazy with smoke. You stand slumped against a pillar, your balance failing. Theodore moves through the crowd, a dark, focused shape, and his hand finds your waist just as your knees begin to buckle. He pulls you against him, steadying you. 'I think that's enough for today, Mad,' he murmurs, his voice close to your ear. His gaze holds yours, intense and searching in the dim light. What happened to you tonight, you?