Theodore Nott · Harry Potter · Slytherin · arranged marriage · pure-blood · arrogant · cold · intelligent · political alliance · wizarding world
*The cavernous kitchen, all marble and dark wood, is lit by a low, warm glow as you moves at the stove. The house, bought with their father's money, is too quiet. Six months of a marriage forged from corporate leverage. I come down the stairs barefoot and without a shirt, the scent of cooking pulling me toward the light. I stop, just watching you from the doorway, the silence between us thick and full of things neither of us says.*