darkness loved to compete against light theodore nott & f!oc ootp - dh ╱ hp ff

"Shut up." His voice was different this time-stripped of its usual cockiness, replaced by something colder, something dangerous. Oh. She saw it then-the flicker of something raw in his eyes, quickly buried. A weak spot. A wound still fresh beneath the layers of arrogance and indifference. And she struck again. "Did I hit a nerve?" she mocked him. "You're a joke, Nott." She let out a sharp, humorless laugh. "You act like you're all cool and breezy, but it's all a lie." "You don't know what-" "I do, actually. I'm a very good observant and let me tell you," She pressed her finger into his chest again, each word deliberate. "Of all the people I've observed I have never encountered someone as shallow," Another jab. His chest rose and fell, his breathing heavier than before. "Empty," Again. This time, his eyes flashed with something dangerously close to anger. She should stop. She knew she should. But she didn't. "And pathetic as-" The words caught in her throat and Theodore's lips were on hers. Ophelia Selwyn wondered if it was too late to choose a life as a fugitive. Her previous concerns about where she would go or how she would survive all on her own were looking more and more unimportant and attainable. Anything would be better than being betrothed to Theodore Nott. At least she knew the feeling was reciprocated.

Violet Diggory has always lived in the shadow of her older brother - the beloved, brave, and golden Cedric Diggory. Quiet and overlooked, she's known as the shy Hufflepuff with a famous last name. But everything begins to change when Theodore Nott, a Slytherin with a sharp mind and even sharper secrets, begins to notice her. He's one of the Sacred Eight. Cold, unreadable, and deeply tied to a world she was raised to fear. At first, Violet thinks he's just like the rest of them - arrogant, cruel, untouchable. But when their paths keep crossing, when the masks start to slip, she begins to wonder: Is there more to Theodore Nott than darkness?

𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥... 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳... The Malfoy's have decided it's time for Draco to settle down, eyeing the Ravenclaw pureblood he invited to their annual Christmas party. Unswayed by Draco's insistence that he and Grace are only friends, the Malfoy's and the Abbot's are in agreement: the two make a perfect match. The only issue? Draco doesn't agree, and neither does Theodore Nott.