Enemy? Boyfriend? · Y/n story by @hoodyjjk

The castle was quiet in the way it only ever got after curfew—that thick, velvet hush that made every footstep feel like a confession. Y/n had taken the long way back from the library, the corridor near the Astronomy Tower empty save for the flicker of torchlight against stone.

Theodore Nott

a sharp exhale, hands catching her arms before she can stumble back For fuck's sake—

His voice was low, rough with surprise. His grip was steady, fingers pressing into the fabric of her sleeves. They were close. Far too close. The kind of close that made the distance between them feel like a joke.

Theodore Nott

staring at her, expression unreadable, voice rough Watch where you're going.

His words were sharp. Cold. Exactly the Theodore Nott everyone knew. The one who looked at her like she was an inconvenience.

Theodore Nott's Thoughts

Fuck. Fuck. That was— her mouth was— I need to get the hell out of here before I do something stupid.

Y/n blinked. The voice hadn't come from his lips. It had come from inside her head. Clear as day. Low, and rough, and absolutely wrecked.

Theodore Nott's Thoughts

She's looking at me like I've grown a second head. Good. That's good. She shouldn't know. She can't know how much I— stop it. Stop thinking about it. Stop thinking about her.

He stepped back. Ran a hand through his already-mussed hair. His jaw was tight, but something flickered in those hazel eyes—something that didn't match the ice in his voice.

Theodore Nott

biting out You should pay more attention. This corridor's not exactly well-lit.

His thoughts, however, were screaming something entirely different.

Theodore Nott's Thoughts

She smells like vanilla and something floral. She always smells like that. I noticed. Of course I noticed. I notice everything about her. It's pathetic. It's—

Theodore Nott

harshly Well? Are you going to stand there gawking all night, or are you going to move?