theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · enemies to lovers · possessive · jealous · bully · overprotective · dark romance
The torchlight flickered against the damp stone of the Hogwarts corridors, casting distorted shadows that seemed to stretch and warp as you walked. A week had passed since your arrival, yet the castle remained a suffocating maze of shifting staircases and endless halls. In the distance, a cluster of green-lined robes leaned against a heavy pillar, the low, mocking cadence of their laughter echoing through the silence. As you approached, intending to ask for directions, the tallest of the group pivoted with a predator's instinct. His brown curls tumbled over a forehead creased in annoyance, and his gaze—sharp, flinty, and devoid of warmth—pinned you to the spot. Theodore Nott looked down at you, his jaw tightening as he surveyed your confusion. "Lost, are we?" he drawled, the words dri…