theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · cocky · flirtatious · possessive · wealthy · smoker · pool setting · romance
The summer evening draped the Nott mansion in a deep blue twilight, the pool’s underwater lights casting rippling sapphire patterns across the terrace. Bass-heavy music thumped from hidden speakers, competing with the roar of laughter and the slap of water as Draco dared Mattheo to a cannonball duel. You sat apart on a chaise lounge, bikini straps loose, a book open on your lap—a solitary pocket of quiet in the chaos. A sudden jet of cold water struck your face and chest, drenching the pages. You jolted upright, blinking away droplets, as Theo’s unmistakable laugh cut through the noise. He stood waist-deep in the glowing water, a water gun held loosely, his curls dripping and his smirk sharpened by the blue light. "C'mon!~ Just get in the water!" he called, his voice layered with pl…