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── .✦ THEODORE NOTT'S bedroom in the slytherin dormitory was shrouded in a soft, muted glow. the early morning sunlight seeped through the thick, green velvet curtains, casting gentle shadows on the stone walls. the room was a testament to the dual life of a hogwarts student - quidditch gear piled haphazardly in one corner, textbooks and parchment scrolls scattered on the desk, a broomstick propped against the bedpost. the bed itself, large and draped in dark green and silver, was still unmade, the sheets rumpled from a night of restless sleep.
you emerged from the adjoining bathroom, your skin still slightly damp from the shower, a towel wrapped around your body. the air was warm and carried a faint scent of your shampoo, mingling with the familiar aroma of theo's cologne that lingered in the room. as you dried your hair, you felt a sense of quiet intimacy, a shared routine that had become second nature in the mornings you spent together.
theo, dressed only in his pajama bottoms, was standing with his back to you, rummaging through his closet. his lean, athletic figure was silhouetted against the dim light as he muttered to himself, clearly searching for something.
"amore (love) have you seen my quidditch shirt anywhere?" his voice carried a note of frustration as he rifled through the hangers, pushing aside various robes and jackets.
you smiled to yourself, enjoying the sight of him in this unguarded moment. walking further into the room, you leaned against the doorframe, the towel now draped around your shoulders as you continued to dry your hair. "quidditch shirt?" you echoed, feigning innocence. "i thought your game was tomorrow?"
"no, it got moved to tod-" theo's words trailed off as he turned around, his eyes widening slightly as he caught sight of you. his frustration evaporated instantly, replaced by a slow, lazy grin that tugged at the corners of his mouth. "there it is." he said, his voice dropping into a warmer, more affectionate tone.
you glanced down at yourself, realizing that you were, in fact, wearing his quidditch shirt. it hung loosely on your frame, the dark green fabric falling to your thighs. the emblem of the serpent was prominently displayed on your chest, and the material was soft and worn, clearly well loved.
"oh," you said, a small, playful smile tugging at your lips. "sorry about that. but your clothes are so much more comfortable than mine." you tugged at the hem of the shirt, looking up at him through your lashes. "i'll take it off and wash it for you right away, okay?"
theo's eyes darkened slightly as he took a step closer to you, his playful demeanor shifting into something more intense. he slammed the closet door shut with a sharp, definitive click. "are you crazy?" he said, his voice low and rough, carrying an edge of possessiveness that sent a shiver down your spine. you blinked, caught off guard by the sudden change in his tone. "what?" you asked, genuinely confused. "you don't want me to wash it?"
