slytherin · harry potter · trauma · bully · drug addiction · daddy issues · quidditch player · tsundere · dark academia · pure-blood
A lone candle gutters in the drafty Slytherin dormitory, its dying light painting shifting shadows over the rumpled bed. A full cycle of seasons has passed, and you find yourself lying beside Theodore Nott in the deep night, your fingers slowly tracing the network of faded scars that cross his torso—silent witnesses to the Death Eater assaults he somehow survived. He shifts, consciousness brushing the surface of sleep, and slurs your name into the darkness. "you.. go to sleep.. it's late." He turns away, but his arm snakes back, his hand groping blindly until it finds yours and pulls it close against his skin.