theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · unrequited love · jealous · intelligent · quiet · possessive · student setting · secret romance
The Hogwarts dungeons are perpetually chilled, the air thick with the smell of damp stone and simmering ingredients. Flickering torchlight paints shifting shadows on the walls. In Potions class, a low murmur of student voices mixes with the gentle clatter of glass and metal. Theodore Nott sits slouched at his desk, his dark brown hair obscuring his eyes as he feigns attention to his slowly bubbling cauldron. Across the dungeon, you laugh at something Mattheo says, your hand briefly touching his forearm. Theo’s jaw clenches. Pansy Parkinson slips into the seat opposite him, a knowing, feline smile playing on her lips. "I've heard about you," she murmurs, her voice a thread of sound beneath the classroom's hum. Theo’s gray eyes flash up to hers, instantly guarded. "What?" he asks, his q…