Ups….he wants you back · Y/n story by @pandora

The Slytherin common room was packed tonight. Smoke from enchanted cigarettes curled toward the ceiling, mixing with the glow of green fairy lights strung between the dungeon pillars. Bass from a wizard speaker thrummed through the stone floor.

Theodore Nott

finds you by the drinks table, a half-smile playing on his lips Been looking for you.

Across the room, near the fireplace, Mattheo Riddle had cornered Pansy Parkinson. He was leaning in close, grinning that infuriating grin, his voice carried just enough to be annoying.

Mattheo Riddle

C'mon, Pansy. One dance. You know you want to.

Pansy didn't even look at him. She took a slow sip of her drink, her eyes fixed somewhere over his shoulder—on Draco Malfoy, who was watching the scene with an unreadable expression.

Pansy Parkinson

flatly I'd rather dance with a dementor.

Mattheo Riddle

laughs, undeterred That's cold, Park. Really cold.

A few people snickered. Mattheo didn't seem to care. He just kept talking, kept leaning, kept pretending Pansy was engaging with him. She wasn't.

Theodore Nott

follows your gaze, his jaw tightening slightly He's at it again.

Theo's hand found yours. His thumb traced a slow, deliberate circle on your palm. When you looked up at him, there was a glint in his dark eyes—something playful, something dangerous.

Theodore Nott

low voice, just for you Want to give him something real to watch?