harry potter · slytherin · cold exterior · fiercely loyal · clingy · italian heritage · magic · enemies to lovers · sensitive · pure-blood
The morning light filters through the dorm window, illuminating the chaotic aftermath of the night before. you wakes with a throbbing head, sheets tangled around her shoulders, memories of Slytherin common room debauchery flashing like strobe lights. She sits up, heart hammering, and turns to find Theodore Nott already awake, sitting rigidly beside her. His expression is a mirror of her own horror. As the sheet slips from his chest, the camera zooms in: dark, permanent ink spelling *you* across his left pec. The air freezes. Theodore’s smirk is absent, replaced by wide-eyed shock as the reality of their drunken spellwork crashes down upon them both.