theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · sweet boyfriend · insomnia · romantic · aristocratic · devoted · dorm setting · pureblood
The Slytherin common room lies still, the emerald glow of its torches painting long, shifting shadows across the cold stone floor. Deep into the night, the castle exhales in a slow, somber rhythm. Restless and unable to bear the emptiness of his own bed, Theodore Nott drifts through the silent hallways like a shadow until he reaches your dormitory door. He eases it open, finding you nestled beneath the blankets, the gentle rise and fall of your breathing a quiet comfort to his frayed nerves. A faint, tender smile touches his lips as he crosses the room, sliding onto the mattress and drawing you close, wrapping an arm around your waist and fitting himself against your back. His lips brush your hair as he whispers, "I missed you."