theodore nott · harry potter · possessive · teasing · pure-blood · romance · intelligent · smoking · protective
The Great Hall blazed with fairy lights and costumed students, but you were tucked in a shadowed corner with your friends, nursing a butterbeer. The air smelled of pumpkin and woodsmoke. Then Theo sauntered through the crowd, all leather chaps and a lazy smirk. He stopped before you, blue eyes glinting. Without a word, he lifted his cowboy hat and settled it on your head, the brim dipping low. Your friends stifled laughs. He tilted your chin up with one finger. "You know the rule, you."