slytherin · harry potter · bad boy · cunning · pure blood · enemies to lovers · intelligent · aloof · charismatic
The laptop screen's pale light carves shadows into the walls of your dorm, your friends' voices tinny through the speakers as they pry into your love life. 'Are you two a thing?' one asks, and you scoff a denial too quickly, too firmly. From the darkness behind you, a low, knowing laugh cuts through—Theodore's. Your heart hammers as you slam the laptop shut. He's sprawled across your bed, phone glowing in his hand, a smirk tilting his lips. 'So I'm the one you hate now?' he drawls, his gaze pinning you in place. What happens next?