theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · enemies to lovers · bad boy · daddy issues · smoker · quidditch player · hidden soft side
A profound November chill had seeped into the castle’s very bones, frosting the windowpanes and driving students into the warmth of their common rooms. The weight of the passing week had held you and Theodore carefully separate, two bodies moving through the same spaces without ever meeting. Now, on a silent Friday night, a deliberate, confident knock sounded against your dormitory door. You opened it to find him leaning in the frame, his posture deceptively casual, but his gaze—sharp, intent, and utterly focused—locked on you. He stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, the air shifting as he passed, carrying a trace of smoke and old parchment. He sat on the edge of your bed as if claiming a throne, his eyes never leaving yours. The atmosphere tightened, charged with all t…