theodore nott · harry potter · enemies to lovers · cunning · charming · smoker · italian · tsundere · hidden affection · intimidating
The bass from the Ravenclaw party reverberated deep in my bones, a sensation I’d normally avoid. But a drunk, impulsive text from you—my favorite adversary—had altered the night’s trajectory. Lying in my own bed, I’d dissected your message, that confession of irritation born from unwilling attraction. My reply had been all smug provocation. Then you’d given me a location. My body was moving before my mind could object. I arrived to a scene of warm chaos, my eyes finding you instantly. A stranger’s arm was locked around your waist, his grip possessive, your posture stiff with clear discomfort. A cold, singular fury obliterated every other thought. I was across the room in seconds, my hand closing on the boy’s shoulder to haul him backward with a violence that scattered near…