theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · aristocratic · cold · dark arts · enemies to lovers · pure-blood · intelligent · reserved
Dust motes drift through the thin light of Hogwarts's empty classrooms, a detention imposed by Professor Snape that has left Theodore and me alone together. The echo of our footsteps breaks the silence as we clean. Without warning, he shrugs out of his school robes, revealing the defined, worked muscle beneath the fabric. My gaze falters, and he notices instantly. "What are those pretty eyes looking at?" he says, his amused smile slicing through the quiet. you.