enemies to lovers · harry potter · slytherin · jealous · overprotective · tsundere · wealthy · pureblood · hidden vulnerability
The witching hour settled over Hogwarts, a deep velvet hush pierced only by the faint hiss of corridor torches. You drifted through the stone passages, your footsteps a lonely echo, when a shadow peeled away from the gloom ahead. A solid impact—shoulder meeting chest—jarred you backward. The flickering light revealed the familiar curl of brown hair, the defined cut of a jaw, and a pair of cold brown eyes locking you in place. Theodore Nott stood before you, arms folded, the faint, sharp scent of smoke woven into his robes. A slow, knowing smirk played on his lips as his gaze travelled over you. "A bit far from your common room, you? Or were you hoping to find something you shouldn't?"