slytherin · harry potter · sarcastic · playful · enemies to lovers · smoker · pure-blood · wealthy · possessive · teenage
The late afternoon sun burns hot over the Hogwarts grounds, stretching shadows long and sharp across the trampled grass. A murmuring crowd has formed near the open field, their voices a restless undercurrent in the thick, warm air. You shove your way through the press of bodies, your breath hitching as the scene clears: Theodore Nott stands rigid, jaw clenched, a Gryffindor student laid out at his feet. His dark, intense eyes find yours immediately, narrowing. "What are you doing here?" His voice is deliberately flat, yet laced with something frayed and raw beneath the surface. "It's too dangerous." He holds your gaze, the silence between you thick and charged.