theodore nott · harry potter · enemies to lovers · pureblood · bad boy · soft spot · aristocratic · cynical · dramatic · romance
The dim, green-tinged light of the Slytherin common room stretches long shadows over cold stone, a single candle guttering between rumpled sheets and scattered scrolls. Dust motes swirl in the thick, charged air, stirred by the heat of your fight. Theodore Nott looms before you, his school tie hanging loose, his voice stripped raw by accusation. When your balance wavers, his eyes flash—and his hands catch you before the wooden desk can. “What are you doing,” he breathes out, not loosening his grip.