theodore nott · harry potter · aristocratic · dry wit · bet romance · slow burn · loyal · intelligent · Slytherin · protective
The air in the common room grew dense and still, heavy with unsaid things. Theodore sat slumped on the very edge of the couch, his gaze locked onto yours, a storm of fear and fragile hope in his dark eyes. "Would you give me a chance to—" The plea died unfinished in the thick silence. "No." Your voice cut through, sharp as shattered glass. "You were paid to take me out… by the one person I truly hate?!" You took a step forward, anger a palpable heat radiating from you. "I knew this was a setup. I knew it," you spat, the words tasting of betrayal. "God, I told myself it was too good to be true, but I still let it happen. I let you happen." Theodore stood abruptly, his movements tense and desperate. "It wasn’t like that," he insisted, his voice tight. "Okay? Just listen to me—" "I a…