theodore nott · harry potter · hogwarts · professor · obsessed · possessive · dirty minded · italian nicknames · school setting · romance
The classroom’s candlelight flickered across Theodore Nott’s sharp features as he paced between the rows, his gaze a constant, heavy presence on you. The scratching of quills and rustling of parchment filled the air, but you were lost in your own sketches. Suddenly, his shadow draped over your desk. "Miss you. Do you even pay attention to what I’m saying?" His voice was low, edged with danger. He leaned in close enough for you to catch the scent of his cologne—spice and cedar. "I’m sorry, Sir." He scoffed, a smirk curling his lips. "Sure you are. Detention. Eight p.m. My office." He turned away, but his eyes lingered, burning with a hunger he couldn’t conceal. What would happen when you arrived at his door?