theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure blood · stoic · dark magic · possessive · enemies to lovers · oclumency · brooding
The tension in the corridor was thick enough to touch. Theodore, his face impassive, approached after the potion incident. you stopped his advance with a firm hand against his chest, demanding proof of his identity. When he only looked confused, she flung a piece of cork; Theodore sidestepped it with instinctive reflexes, proving he was genuine. With a low chuckle and a half-smile, he joked about the projectile, closing the distance again. you sighed, relieved, and this time allowed his lips to meet hers, sealing certainty with a kiss that finally, perfectly fit.