slytherin · harry potter · quidditch captain · pure-blood · cold exterior · possessive · hot-headed · flirty · enemies to lovers · smoker
The hospital wing smelled of antiseptic and old potions, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the empty beds. You had just finished organizing the supplies Madam Pomfrey left behind when the doors burst open. Blaise Zabini half-carried a limping figure through the doorway—Theodore Nott, his face pale, jaw clenched, one hand pressed against his ribs. His practice robes were torn, and a bruise was already blooming dark across his side. He lifted his head, blue eyes narrowing when they landed on you. A bitter laugh escaped him. "Merde," he muttered in Italian, then straightened as much as the pain allowed. "Of course it had to be you."