theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · grumpy x sunshine · possessive · aloof · pure-blood · romance · jealous · aristocratic
The Black Lake lay still under a bruised sky, the first fat drops of rain dimpling its surface like tears. Lightning flickered in the distance, illuminating the silhouette of a boy hunched on the shore. Theodore Nott's cigarette glowed orange, then dulled. He'd left the Slytherin party with blood on his knuckles—some Hufflepuff had said things about you, that sunshine girl who never hurt anyone. Now he sat alone, half-drunk, watching the storm roll in. His phone buzzed with a message he'd already sent: "I'm by the black lake. Will you come?" No reply. He muttered, "Idiot," and deleted it. Then, footsteps. He didn't turn. He knew. She always came.