The Lust of Affairs (T.N.)

one: the kiss

I walked with Draco to the train station. Narcissa and Lucius felt we didn't need them, and neither of us minded it.

"Have you heard from Theo yet?" Draco asked.

"No, he hasn't answered my last couple of letters. I'm just hoping to see him on the train."

Draco and I didn't talk any longer as we walked onto the train. There hadn't been any sign of Theo, but we did see some of our other friends. Well, they were technically just Draco's friends. My only friends were truly Theo and Blaise, and the people we saw were Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy.

I was sitting in the compartment with the four other Slytherins, barely listening to their boring conversation. I shot up in my seat when I saw Theo.

I was about to walk out of the compartment when Pansy grabbed my hand. "Where the hell are you going?"

"None of your business, Parkinson." I tore my arm from her grasp, and ran to Theo.

He saw me, and at first he looked surprised, but then looked happy. "Hey, you," Theo smiled.

"Theodore Sileo Nott, why have you ignored the letters I sent you?" I yelled.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me into an empty compartment. He shut the door and cast the silencing spell just in case I screamed. He pushed my back against the door and hovered over me.

"I'm waiting for an answer," I said.

"Don't give me that attitude, Scar," he demanded. "I just got busy."

"Bullshit. I want the real reason."

He backed away from me and ran his fingers through his hair. "I don't know, okay? I saw your letters, read them, but I couldn't respond," he mumbled.

"What do you mean you couldn't respond? Did I do something? Are you mad at me? Did something happen that you're not telling me about?"

"No, I just- I couldn't, alright?" Theo sat down on the seat, so I walked over to him. He saw my eyes start to water due to the confusion and hurt I felt, so he pulled me to straddle his lap. "I'm sorry."

"I waited and waited for your response. I looked so incredibly stupid telling everyone you were going to come with us to the Quidditch World Cup. I stood outside my house thinking your letter just got lost somehow and you were going to show up," I cried.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

"You didn't show up, Theo. You didn't show up."

"I'm sorry, Scar," he said with tears starting to form in his eyes.

"Sorry doesn't work right now, Theo."

"What will?"

"Just hold me for the train ride, would you?"

"I got you," he said while wrapping his arms around me. He started to run his fingers through my black hair to calm me down, and it worked.

I dropped my head against the seat of the train, and in turn, Theo placed his head in the crook of my neck. He placed a few gentle kisses on my skin, but this was normal. We would both occasionally give a forehead, neck, or even a cheek kiss to one another. It was just another way of saying 'I'm right here'.

I felt Theo inhale the scent of my hair, which made me giggle. "Your hair smells nice," he laughed.

I smelled some of his and responded, "So does yours."

We talked about little things for the rest of the train ride, not moving from the current position. We found out we were at school when Blaise barged into our compartment.