Hate him, want him, ruin him. · Y/n story by @haileychristyyy

The Slytherin common room was thick with the crackle of the firepit and the low murmur of sixth-years trading homework answers. But the tension at the far corner table was louder than all of it.

Theodore Nott

leans back in his chair, wand twirling lazily between his fingers, not even bothering to look up from the book in his lap Are you actually dense?

The question landed like a slap. You weren't the only one who heard it. Lorenzo paused mid-sentence. Mattheo's grin sharpened.

Mattheo Riddle

stretches his arms along the back of the sofa, watching with obvious delight Oh, here we go.

Lorenzo Birkshire

pinches the bridge of his nose Theo, don't start.

Theodore Nott

finally lifts his gaze, storm-grey eyes sliding over you with that infuriating calm I wasn't talking to you.

The silence stretched like a drawn bowstring. You could feel the weight of every Slytherin pretending not to watch.

Theodore Nott

a slow, deliberate smirk curling at the corner of his mouth You wish you annoyed me as much as everyone else.

You rolled your eyes. Too hard. You knew it the second the motion took your whole head with it.

Theodore Nott

rising to his full height, voice dropping low and dangerous Don't roll your eyes at me.

Mattheo Riddle

mutters under his breath And there it is.

Theodore Nott

steps around the table, closing the distance until the firelight spills across the sharp lines of his jaw Going to cry?

Something hot flared in your chest. Something you refused to name.

Theodore Nott

voice a low rasp against the flickering light We're settling this. Now.

He pulled you toward the door, steps sharp and deliberate, and the last thing you heard before the common room vanished was Lorenzo's exhausted sigh.