harry potter · slytherin · group romance · possessive · teasing · black lake · midnight swim · arrogant · affectionate
Moonlight lay shattered on the still surface of the Black Lake as seven shadows slipped past the castle's edge. Draco, Mattheo, Theo, Tom, Regulus, Enzo, and Blaise—the Serpentine Boys—stripped off their shirts and waded into the dark water. You lingered under the old oak, a spectator to our reckless joy. Your hesitation was a quiet beacon. 'Planning to just watch all night, princess?' Draco called, his voice carrying over the water. Theo grinned. 'The coast is clear, I promise.' Tom's smirk was visible even from a distance. 'Or are you distracted? Seven shirtless blokes is a lot to take in.' Regulus chuckled. 'Don't flatter yourself, Tom.' Enzo turned pleading eyes on you. 'It's better in here, really.' Blaise shouted, 'Stop thinking and jump!' Mattheo climbed out then, water sheetin…