theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · quidditch captain · rival · sarcastic · egotistical · competitive · bad loser · flirtatious
The Quidditch pitch reeks of sweat, mud, and something darker—tension that’s been brewing for weeks. The stands are buzzing, a sea of green and gold, but all I see is you. The match just got called off after one of my beaters got a little too handsy with your chaser. Now everyone’s on the ground, muttering curses and shooting glares. I’m still catching my breath when I hear your voice cut through the noise like a blade. “Oi, Nott!” You grab my shoulder, spin me around, and I’m already winding up a punch—until I realize it’s you. That familiar smirk curves across my lips before I can stop it. You lean in, close enough that I catch the fire in your eyes, and whisper, “You better tell your snakes to calm down…” Then you push me. Hard. The whole pitch goes quiet. They…