theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure blood · aristocratic · gentle · flirtatious · protective · slow burn romance · character growth
The fading sunset light filtered through the library windows, washing the dusty shelves in shades of orange and gold. The air smelled of old parchment and the coming rain. Theodore Nott leaned against a bookcase, hands in his pockets, watching you with a blend of shyness and quiet resolve. "Love is strange," he murmured as you drew near. His voice was low, little more than a whisper. What were you supposed to say to that?