harry potter · secret relationship · enemies to lovers · aristocratic · dry wit · intelligent · Slytherin · flirtatious · protective · magical setting
The common room fire crackles low and amber, casting long shadows across the worn velvet of the Slytherin couch. Smoke from a forgotten cigarette curls lazily toward the ceiling as the rest of the group laughs at some joke Blaise just made. You’re perched on the edge of the cushion, spine rigid, forcing your gaze to stay fixed on the dancing flames—anywhere but at the tall boy lounging beside you. Theodore leans back with infuriating ease, arms folded behind his head, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. He hasn’t touched you, hasn’t even looked your way, but you can still feel the phantom press of his mouth against your throat from last night, the way he breathed your name like a prayer. The room buzzes with chatter—Mattheo teasing, Draco’s dry interjections—but all you…