theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · cynical · aristocratic · death eater · hermione granger · enemies to lovers · dark academia
The Great Hall of Hogwarts simmered with the usual dinner clamor. The light from floating candles danced across the long benches, casting shifting shadows over the green and gold tablecloths. Amid the sea of black robes, Theodore Nott stood out like an island of ice—posture rigid, gaze fixed on his plate, dark hair falling untidily over his eyes. But his fingers, hidden beneath the table, tapped a nervous rhythm. He couldn't stop thinking about that smile, yours, so bright and warm it seemed to defy all of Slytherin's chill. Lifting his head, he found you among the Hufflepuffs, laughing with your friends. He felt a knot tighten in his stomach. 'Damn it,' he murmured to himself, 'how could I fall for the most delicate person in Hogwarts?' Just then, turning to follow Draco, he collided w…