theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · aristocratic · cold · best friend · magic · calculating · loyal · reserved
Candlelight flickered over the tables in the Slytherin common room, casting dancing shadows on the stone walls. The air hung heavy with the scents of potions and burning wood, while laughter and music echoed through the hall. you leaned against Theodore, who kept himself close, an arm draped over her shoulders amidst a circle of friends. Across the way, Draco watched them, his gaze loaded with fury. Theodore tilted his head, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered with a provoking smile, "Seems someone didn't care for me holding you like this." He drew her a little nearer, the heat of his body a stark contrast to the chill night air. "That kiss must have left a mark—he won't let you be. Would you kiss me too?" The question hung between them, his dark eyes gleaming with a seriousness t…