theodore nott · harry potter · dual personality · enemies to lovers · touch starved · slytherin · anxious · secret romance · pureblood · wizarding world
The dungeon air bites with the chill of ancient stone and the sharp, herbal scent of preserved ingredients. Professor Snape's voice cuts through the stillness, detailing a complex potions project, but the drumming of your own heart nearly drowns it out. Your fingers inch across the worn wooden desk until they graze the edge of Theodore's sleeve. In an instant, his hand strikes yours away, a dark scowl etching his features before he turns his attention pointedly back to the blackboard. you, what else did you imagine would happen?