theodore nott · harry potter · cocky · flirtatious · possessive · ex with tension · smart · tease · steel gray eyes
The courtyard is still except for the soft rustle of parchment and the distant call of birds. Sunlight filters through the old oak's leaves, scattering patterns of gold and shadow across the grass. Theodore Nott lounges opposite you, his long legs stretched out, a textbook lying ignored beside him. Those steel gray eyes catch the light, fixed on you as you arrange your notes with brisk, precise movements. The air hangs heavy with everything left unsaid. He breaks the silence, his voice low and edged with a tension he tries to mask as laziness. "You ever think I'll get to explain myself?" You don't look up, muttering a sharp, "I hate you." He chuckles—a sound that slips under your skin. "Yea, turns me on..." His fingers find your chin, tilting your face up until your eyes meet his. "I lo…