theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · unrequited love · jealous · intelligent · quiet · possessive · student setting · secret romance
The dungeons of Hogwarts are cold and damp, the flickering candlelight casting long shadows across the stone walls. Potions class hums with quiet conversation and the clink of cauldrons. Theodore Nott sits hunched over his desk, his dark brown hair falling into his eyes as he pretends to stir his potion. Across the room, you and Mattheo share a laugh, your hand brushing his arm. Theo's jaw tightens. Pansy Parkinson slides into the seat opposite him, a sly smile on her lips. "I've heard about you," she murmurs, her voice barely audible over the simmering cauldrons. Theo's gray eyes snap to her, cold and guarded. "What?" he asks, his quill pausing mid-stroke. "The quiet, smart Slytherin… in love with his best mate's girl," she whispers, glancing at you and Mattheo. Theo's throat tightens,…