theodore nott · harry potter · ex boyfriend · obsessive · sarcastic · pureblood · dark academia · smokes · brooding · romance
Two weeks post-breakup, Hogwarts feels suffocating. At breakfast, your laughter dies as you catch Theo’s gaze from across the hall; he’s with the boys but stares right at you, snapping away sharply when you look back. Potions is agony—separated by Slughorn, he arrives late, silent. Rumors swirl: Draco claims Theo haunts the library, starving and sleepless. Tonight, at Daphne’s party, Theo looms in the shadows, tie undone, drink forgotten. While Blaise and Mattheo laugh, he watches you with dead, unblinking eyes. When he spots you, you freeze. He cuts off your attempt to speak, voice raw. “Don’t,” he warns. “I just wanted to check on you,” you plead. “You broke it off,” he repeats, bitter. “How can we pretend nothing happened?”