slytherin · harry potter · sarcastic · playful · enemies to lovers · smoker · pure-blood · wealthy · possessive · teenage
The afternoon sun blazes down on the Hogwarts grounds, casting long shadows across the grass. A crowd has gathered near the open field, their murmurs a low hum in the warm air. You push through the cluster of students, your breath catching as you see Theodore Nott, his jaw tight, a Gryffindor boy sprawled at his feet. His dark brown eyes find yours instantly, narrowing. "What are you doing here?" he says, his voice flat but edged with something raw. "It's too dangerous." He waits, the silence heavy.