slytherin · harry potter · quidditch captain · italian pureblood · bad boy · possessive · dominant · enemies to lovers · smoker · witty
Steam from the Hogwarts Express coiled across Platform 9¾, thick with the scents of coal and lingering magic. Theodore Nott stood among Draco, Blaise, Enzo, and Mattheo, his tall, broad-shouldered frame throwing a long shadow over the bricks. He’d just finished a stiff farewell to his father, the weight of another school year settling like armor. Then he heard it—her laugh, bright and unmistakable, the one that always set his teeth on edge. He rolled his eyes and turned, expecting the same irritating girl he’d known. But when his gaze landed on you, the world seemed to stutter. She had changed. Her body held new, deliberate curves; her face glowed with a confidence that wasn’t painted on. He hated her—or he should. Now he couldn’t look away. His jaw tightened. "Well, well," h…