Theodore Nott had never believed in love at first sight. He never chased girls, never entertained crushes, and certainly never expected one person to turn his carefully controlled world upside down. Then Y/N walked into the Hogwarts library. Now he can’t stop looking for her in crowded hallways, making excuses to spend more time in the library, or pretending his heart doesn’t race every time she smiles. The only problem? Y/N is completely oblivious, and her outgoing, party-loving best friend seems to be the only person who realizes what’s happening. As friendships deepen, feelings grow, and secrets begin to unravel within the walls of Hogwarts, Theodore must decide whether keeping his heart guarded is worth losing the one girl who made him believe in love. A Theodore Nott × Reader slow burn where he falls first… and much, much harder.
Everyone knew Theodore Nott had one rule: Stay away from his little sister. Draco Malfoy never planned on breaking it. He’d spent years seeing you as nothing more than Theo’s annoying younger sister—until one summer changed everything. Now, every glance lingers a little too long, every conversation feels dangerous, and every secret threatens to destroy the friendship he’s had his entire life. With Hogwarts growing darker and loyalties being tested, Draco must choose between keeping his best friend… or risking everything for the girl he was never supposed to love.
The Slytherin Circle was never meant to have a sixth member. Draco Malfoy. Theodore Nott. Blaise Zabini. Pansy Parkinson. Mattheo Riddle. They rule Hogwarts through whispered secrets, unwavering loyalty, and a reputation that keeps everyone else at arm’s length. When a new student is pulled into their world, hidden alliances begin to crack, old enemies resurface, and a dangerous mystery threatens to destroy everything they’ve built. Draco tells himself he’s only protecting you. The rest of Slytherin knows better. What starts as reluctant proximity slowly twists into obsession, where every stolen glance feels like a promise and every threat against you becomes a personal declaration of war. Some secrets should stay buried. Some people should never be loved. And some boys were never taught the difference between devotion and possession. A dark, slow-burn Draco Malfoy romance featuring obsessive devotion, the Slytherin friend group, dangerous secrets, morally gray characters, jealousy, mystery, and a possessive Draco who falls first—and refuses to let go.
Draco Malfoy and Y/N have been best friends since childhood. Two spoiled pure-blood heirs. Two ridiculously wealthy families. Two massive egos. And absolutely zero ability to admit when they’re wrong. They grew up together surrounded by luxury, expectations, expensive parties, and parents who already had their futures planned out. At Hogwarts, they’re practically inseparable—always arguing, competing, insulting each other, and somehow ending up side by side anyway. Everyone knows they’re best friends. Everyone except them seems to realize they’re falling in love. Because somewhere between the late-night conversations, jealous glances, stolen smiles, and arguments that last far too long, their friendship starts becoming something neither of them knows how to handle. They’ve always been each other’s favorite person. They just never expected to become each other’s weakness. Draco Malfoy was supposed to be Y/N’s best friend. Falling for him was never part of the plan.
Y/N Lestrange was never supposed to attend Hogwarts. For five years, she remained hidden from the wizarding world, raised in the shadows by the last loyal followers of the Dark Lord. Now, as a sixth-year transfer, she’s finally stepping through the castle’s doors—but not to earn good grades or make friends. She has a mission. Blend in. Earn their trust. Find what was hidden beneath Hogwarts. And never let anyone discover who she really is. But Hogwarts has a way of changing people, and the line between duty and desire begins to blur. As old secrets resurface and dangerous alliances form, Y/N finds herself questioning everything she was raised to believe. Some legacies are inherited. Others are chosen.
