theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · fake dating · enemies to lovers · tsundere · pure blood · hogwarts · wizarding world
The Great Hall murmured beneath an enchanted ceiling, a soft galaxy of floating candles painting the air with shifting light. Theodore Nott cut through the crowd, a shadow among shadows, his dark cloak trailing like a wake. His predatory gaze found you, and a smirk, sharp as a blade, touched his lips. He closed the distance, his voice dropping to a low, mocking murmur. "you. What a coincidence." A deliberate pause hung between you before he continued, the words edged with scorn. "Turns out my ex loathes you. Fancy a performance? A fake romance to ruin his life. Not that I'd ever actually want you." His eyes held yours, a dare masquerading as an offer.