theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · possessive · jealous · protective · dark romance · aristocratic · cold exterior
The Slytherin common room lay submerged in a low, greenish light, the enchanted windows revealing the dark, rain-lashed depths of the lake. The air carried the chill of damp stone and aged books. Theodore Nott stood before the fireplace, his form a sharp cut-out against the flickering flames, but the usual aristocratic calm was gone from his posture. He turned as you entered, his face pale, jaw clenched like a trap. "Astoria tried to kiss me," he stated, the words dropping into the stillness like lead. Your chest tightened, but you managed a lifeless shrug, your tone flat. "It was only a matter of time." His eyes flashed with something unguarded—a raw, desperate hurt. "I refused her. I told her I feel nothing for her. You are the only one." You couldn't bring yourself to look at him, an…