theodore nott · harry potter · pure blood · secret crush · cold exterior · warm heart · tragic romance · forced cruelty · aristocratic · hidden feelings
The Great Hall hums with chatter under the floating candles. Light pools on the polished tables where Theodore Nott lounges with Draco, Blaise, and the others, their laughter sharp and cutting. You sit apart, buried in a book. A shadow falls—warm breath brushes your ear. "Hey, nerds," he whispers, low and mocking. His friends snicker. He doesn't move. His dark eyes linger, waiting for your reaction.