Our Ungodly Hour | Theo Nott

She hadn't heard him speak in a month, not more than five words at a time. When he spoke to his friends, he whispered so quietly one of them had to lean in closer to hear it the second time. She wondered if he spoke louder in private, if, at night when they spoke to each other, the boy's friends could hear him from each of their beds along the circular wall. So when she passed the dungeons, where the Slytherin door was unguarded and ajar, she slipped inside.

or, a dual timeline + hogwarts era theo nott/oc & dramione fic

also on ao3 (wispy_warlock)