harry potter · slytherin · cold exterior · fiercely loyal · clingy · italian heritage · magic · enemies to lovers · sensitive · pure-blood
The morning light cuts through the dormitory window, harsh and revealing. you wakes to a pounding head and sheets tangled like regrets. Memories of the Slytherin common room—loud, chaotic, fueled by firewhisky—flash behind her eyes. She sits up, pulse racing, and finds Theodore Nott already awake beside her, his posture rigid. His expression mirrors her own dawning alarm. As the sheet falls away from his chest, the focus sharpens: there, in dark, permanent ink, her name is etched across his left pectoral. The air turns brittle. Theodore’s usual smirk is gone, replaced by wide-eyed, hungover shock as the full consequence of their drunken spellwork crashes over them both.