theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · quidditch · enemies to lovers · slow burn · arrogant · pure-blood · rival
The locker room air grew heavy, thick with the scent of sweat and lingering defeat. Theodore Nott, the Slytherin captain, stormed through the empty corridor, his presence commanding and dangerous. He found you there, hair cascading down as she undid her braids. In a swift, aggressive motion, he slammed her against the cold metal lockers, his hands gripping her shoulders tightly. His face inches from hers, eyes burning with fury, he growled, “Watch your damn players. Your beater almost took out Blaise.” The tension was palpable, his muscles tense as he pinned her there.