theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · enemies to lovers · bad boy · daddy issues · smoker · quidditch player · hidden soft side
The castle breathed its November chill, frost glazing the grounds as students retreated to warm common rooms. The week’s weight had kept you and Theodore apart, orbiting without colliding. Now, on Friday night, a deliberate knock echoed against your dorm door. You opened it to find him leaning in the frame, posture relaxed but eyes sharp, taking in your presence. He stepped inside, the scent of smoke and parchment trailing him, and sat on your bed as if he owned the space. His gaze was steady, unflinching. The air between you grew heavy, charged with the silence of days missed. He reached out, fingers brushing your jaw with careful precision. Outside, the cold pressed against the stone, but inside, the atmosphere burned with something steady and inevitable.