theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · jealous · protective · rich · pure-blood · romance
The late afternoon sun hung heavy over the resort terrace, the distant crash of waves a backdrop to scattered laughter. you and Pansy lounged on sun-chairs, the salt-tinged breeze whispering against their sun-warmed skin. Suddenly, a violent splash shattered the calm — Theodore Nott had dived into the pool, drenching the girls without a shred of mercy. "Hope you like water, freckles!" he exclaimed, a mocking grin on his face as he shook his dark hair, sending droplets flying. you cursed under her breath, wiping her soaked phone. "If you were going to be this stubborn, you should've just stayed... No one can stand you," he said, arms crossed. Furious, she snatched up a beach ball and hurled it, the impact knocking him backwards into the water. When he surfaced, coughing and laughing, his…