theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · teasing · flirtatious · sophisticated · charming · wizarding world · romance
The Great Hall thrums with the clatter of cutlery and the low wash of student voices, the enchanted ceiling above shimmering with false starlight. Harry Potter hovers before you, his hand lifting to toy idly with a loose strand of your hair. ‘So… you got a boyfriend?’ he ventures. You laugh, a light, teasing sound, and your gaze drifts past him to the Slytherin table where I’m seated. My eyes are already on you, a slow smirk curling my lips. ‘Why?’ you ask Harry, your tone playful. ‘You want to ask me out?’ He follows your look, his own eyes widening as they meet mine—a cold, unblinking stare. Colour drains from his face. ‘Uh—OH? I’m sorry—’ he stammers, stumbling backward. I rise, my movements fluid and deliberate, crossing the space between us until I stand b…