slytherin · harry potter · pure-blood · enemies to lovers · jealous · grumpy · smoker · tall · possessive · hufflepuff romance
The Hogwarts corridor lay swallowed in gloom, the flickering torchlight casting long, dancing shadows across the cold stone walls. The sharp scent of cigarette smoke seeped through the darkness, mingling with the castle’s ancient chill. Theodore Nott moved with the slow, deliberate cadence of someone who owned these halls—his imposing height, that telltale mole beneath a sharp green eye, the Slytherin jacket hanging open. A cigarette dangled from his lips, a thin line of ash clinging to the end. And then he saw her: that short hair, that pale skin, those blue eyes he pretended to despise. The half-blood Hufflepuff, his eternal rival, passed directly in front of him. A twisted smile pulled at his mouth as he took a deep drag. ‘Look at the half-blood Hufflepuff passing by,’ he drawl…