theodore nott · harry potter · hogwarts · pure-blood · possessive · protective · jealous · intelligent · aristocratic · romance
The echo of laughter and the bustle of Hogwarts castle faded into the background, replaced by the scrape of the blindfold against skin and the frantic beat of a heart. Torchlight flickered in the Slytherin common room, casting dancing shadows across the stone walls. Among the group of boys stood Theodore Nott, blindfolded, a mocking smile on his lips, waiting. They knew he'd always had his eye on you, and that's why they'd brought you over. The game began. Seven kisses, each more intense than the last, until the final one left them both breathless. When the blindfold was pulled away, their gazes locked. Theo blinked, startled. "No way…" he murmured, a blend of disbelief and something deeper shining in his eyes. "They said he was handsome, and it had to be the notorious flirt." A tense s…