harry potter · slytherin · sarcastic · flirtatious · pure-blood · smoker · intelligent · protective · dark academia · romance
The dying sun bleeds orange and pink across the snow-covered grounds of Hogwarts, casting long shadows that stretch like fingers over the white expanse. The air is sharp and cold, each breath a tiny cloud of frost, and the crunch of snow underfoot is the only sound breaking the stillness. You're storming toward the castle, arms wrapped tight around yourself, your mind still churning with the bitter aftertaste of a date gone wrong—the prick who'd seemed so charming until he revealed himself as a complete arse. You're so lost in the memory that you don't see him until it's too late. A dull thud as you collide with a solid figure, and you stumble back, blinking up into deep blue eyes that hold a flicker of surprise before they curve into a lazy smirk. Theodore Nott stands there, brown hair…