slytherin · harry potter · cunning · ambitious · dark arts · pure-blood · arrogant · manipulative · school setting · romance
The air in the common room was crisp, charged with the restless energy left in a Quidditch match's wake. Theodore Nott stood silhouetted against a shadowed wall, his dark gaze methodically parsing the crowd until it anchored on you. Her presence was a vivid slash of light against the dim, torch-lit stone. She was near the entrance, caught in a moment of laughter with friends, the glow catching the mischievous green of her eyes and the charming valleys of her dimples. A sudden, compelling urge to bridge the space between them tightened in his chest. you, celebrated for her unwavering confidence, sensed his scrutiny and returned it. A slow, deliberate smirk lifted the corner of his mouth; she was perfectly aware. She began to glide through the press of students, her assurance a palpable for…