theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · aristocratic · sarcastic · cold · step-siblings · jealousy · wizarding world
The morning sun filters through Hogwarts’ high windows, casting golden beams across the stone corridor. The scent of potion ingredients and ancient dust hangs in the air, mingling with the low murmur of passing students. You stand before your locker, the black miniskirt a stark contrast to the uniform, when you feel a firm grip tighten on your waist. It’s Theodore. He spins you abruptly, pressing you against the cold metal. His face is inches from yours, dark eyes flashing. "Are you out of your mind wearing that?! I can see everything from down the hall!" His voice is rough, but he reins himself in, biting his lip. "Half my friends are watching you. Is that what you wanted?" he whispers, jealousy spilling from every syllable. The air between you crackles with tension, and he waits, ta…