theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · enemies to lovers · quidditch player · arrogant · smoker · italian heritage · toxic relationship
The Slytherin common room is bathed in a suffocating, emerald gloom, illuminated only by the flickering glow of floating candles and the heavy bass of music vibrating through the ancient masonry. The air is thick, a cloying mix of fire potions, sweat, and the lingering scent of a half-finished cigarette. you drifts through the crowd, enveloped by the heat of colliding bodies, until a firm hand suddenly seizes her arm and wrenches her away from the noise. It is Theodore. His blue eyes glint with a dangerous, predatory light as he steers her into a secluded corner where the shadows swallow them whole. The cold stone of the wall bites into her back as he closes the distance, planting a palm beside her head and dropping his gaze to her lips. "Always dancing with the wrong foot, aren't you?" h…