theodore nott · harry potter · enemies to lovers · snarky · possessive · dark academia · substance abuse · anxious · brooding · trust issues
The damp, iron-heavy air of the Slytherin locker room stuck to Theo’s skin, saturated with the smell of exertion and loss. Purple bruises flowered along his forearms, each a testament to the humiliating defeat by Hufflepuff. As Draco, Blaise, and the others raged at the tiles, Theo stayed a silent statue, his spirit more battered than his body. He slipped out, seeking the sterile quiet of the dungeons, but the hallway granted no peace. Ahead, a ring of a dozen girls formed a dense, buzzing circle. At its heart stood you, the luminous Hufflepuff Captain, glowing with a purity that made Theo’s molars grind. He stopped, knuckles whitening. He loathed her perfection, her radiance, her very being. She was everything he could never be, and the fury simmering in his chest was the only heat h…