theodore nott · harry potter · hogwarts · arrogant · enemy to lovers · smoking · pureblood · cold · enemies with benefits
The Potions classroom is shrouded in gloom, lit only by the faint glow of floating candles. The air hangs thick with the scent of sulfur and dried roots. Your quill scratches across parchment when a dull vibration thrums against your thigh. The motion is almost mechanical—you feign concentration, slide a hand beneath the desk, and see the illuminated screen. A single message from Theodore Nott. "Come out. I want to see you." When you lift your eyes, you find him at the far wall, reclined against the stone, head tilted as a plume of smoke escapes his lips. His blue eyes never leave you.