theodore nott · harry potter · pure-blood · sarcastic · manipulative · protective · smoker · cunning · cold exterior · loyal
The bass from the party thrummed through the steam rising off the hot tub, the air thick with chlorine and the cloying sweetness of spilled drinks. Fairy lights strung across the garden cast shifting gold and blue across the water as you sat hip-deep in the heat, Blaise's shoulder warm against yours. The music swallowed most sounds, but it couldn't drown out the splash of footsteps approaching. You saw them first: Theodore, all sharp jaw and colder eyes, his arm slung around a girl with a too-bright smile. Blaise nudged you, a low whistle escaping him. 'Here we go.' They slid into the water—Theodore beside you, Rose next to Blaise. Steam curled between you. She smiled. A real, open thing. 'So how's your night so far?' Your silence was louder than the beat. Theodore's gaze cut to you, th…