slytherin boys react

theodore nott: sharing a bath with them as best friends

after you endured an attack, paranoia gripped you, making it impossible to be alone, and they were too afraid to leave you by yourself. now, here you both are, sitting on opposite sides of a bathtub, with an excessive amount of bubbles filling the entire tub and covering your bare bodies.

as you sit in silence, your mind races, replaying the events that led to this moment. you can't help but wonder how everything spiraled into this, sharing a bathtub with your best friend, both of you completely exposed, the situation teetering between surreal and oddly comforting.

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you glance over at him, taking in his frame, the way the water hugs his body. a small bubble lands on his cheek, and you find yourself reaching out to remove it, your fingertips gently grazing his skin.

he doesn't flinch, but you can feel his gaze burning into you, observing your every move. you quickly withdraw your hand, hoping he doesn't notice the way your heart is racing.

he clears his throat, breaking the uneasy tension. "are you feeling any better?" he asks, his voice gentle and soft.

you nod, trying to maintain a nonchalant appearance, but the tension in your shoulders betrays you. "yeah," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper. "just... still a bit shaken up, i guess."

he looks at you intently, concern etched into his features. "you need to relax," he murmurs, his voice softening. "you're so tense." he reaches out and cups your calf, slowly massaging it with his fingers, working his way up your leg. "just try to take a few deep breaths, okay?"

he notices the change in your breathing, the way your body responds to his touch. "there you go," he whispers, his hand moving further up your thigh.

he pauses at your hip, his fingers gently digging into the muscles there. his free hand moves to your stomach, tracing small circles on your skin. "just focus on my touch," he murmurs. "let everything else fade away."

he moves closer to you, his hand now on your waist, his touch burning into you. "you're doing so well," he whispers, his breath warm against your ear. "just breathe."

he gently pushes your hair aside and presses a soft kiss below your jaw, his lips lingering against your skin.

once he feels you finally relax, he pulls away, his hands returning to his sides. you can't help but feel a pang of disappointment at the loss of his touch, but when he gives you a small, reassuring smile, your heart flutters.

he leans back against the edge of the tub, his arms resting on the sides. "feeling better?" he asks, his voice soft.

you nod, fighting the urge to reach out and pull him back toward you. the atmosphere has grown more comfortable, but there's an energy between you both that you can't ignore.

he looks at you for a moment, his gaze unreadable. "you know," he says, breaking the silence, "this isn't exactly how i imagined our first bath together would go."

you can't help but laugh at his comment, the tension between you breaking once again. "oh yeah?" you reply, raising an eyebrow. "and how exactly did you imagine it?"

he chuckles, running a hand through his wet hair. "well, for starters, it would've been under different circumstances." he looks at you, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. "and secondly," he continues, "there wouldn't be bubbles involved."

you laugh, trying to ignore the heat creeping up your cheeks again. "well, i happen to like bubbles," you reply, the playful tone masking your internal struggle.

he grins, and the sight of it makes your heart skip a beat. "yeah, but they're getting in the way," he says, his voice dropping an octave.

he looks around the tub, gesturing to the massive amount of bubbles surrounding you both, hiding your bodies from view. "we're practically being swallowed by these bubbles," he says, a hint of amusement in his voice. "i can barely see you under there."

he lets out a low chuckle, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. "i think the bathtub's trying to keep us apart."