Please. I miss you. · Y/n story by @lilypotter

The Slytherin common room pulsed with bass so heavy it vibrated through the stone floor. Green and silver lights strobing across sweating bodies, the air thick with firewhisky and perfume.

Lorenzo Berkshire

grinning, sloshing his drink theo, mate, you're falling behind!

Mattheo Riddle

drapes an arm around Theo's shoulders let the man mourn. come on, one more shot.

But Theo wasn't listening. His blue eyes were fixed on the seventh-year girl in front of him—Astoria Greengrass, with her silver-blonde hair and knowing smile. She leaned in, her lips brushing his.

Theodore Nott

hoarse, almost a whisper i can't.

He pushed her away. Gently at first, then firmer when she tried to close the distance again.

Astoria Greengrass

frowning theo—

Theodore Nott

shakes his head, stumbling back no. no, this is wrong. this is so wrong.

He turned. The room spun. His chest felt like it was caving in.

Theodore Nott

muttering to himself, running a hand through his hair stupido. stupido, stupido, stupido.

Then he was moving—shoving past bodies, ignoring Mattheo calling after him, ignoring the laughter and the music and the bile rising in his throat.

Theodore Nott

voice breaking, pressing his forehead to the wood lily. lily, please.