The sound of heavy breathing fills the dorm room; as cold as the castle's dungeons are, the thick stone walls bring a layer of privacy that muffled each moan, each whimper and sound coming from the pair who, laid between those green sheets, recovers from bringing each other to the high of climaxing.

Evening had faded into nighttime long ago, not offering much of an indicator of how long the two had been there. And yet, Theodore couldn't bring himself to care about what could he possibly have to do— studying, assignments or hang outs becoming worthless compared to the girl laid by his side. As the Slytherin recovers his breath, a grin tugs at the corner of his lips— the lingering, overwhelming pleasure still tingling in his veins.

Theodore rests his back against the many pillows, not caring about the state of his bed. Muscle memory proves itself useful when he fetches for a cigarette, placing it between his lips before lighting it— the first drag always being the most perfect. It's then that, with a gentle movement, Theo pulls her closer to him, laying the girl on top of his chest so that his free hand traces her spine with a featherlight touch.

His lips part to expel the smoke, away from the girl on his arms. There was something comforting about the slight cold of the Slytherin dormitories, contrasting with the warmth of the pair's naked bodies, warming up each other so intimately.

The combo of having her naked on top of him, both recovering from a recent orgasm, fully relaxes Theodore with each puff from his cigarette that he sends onto the large dorm room.