Desired | Draco Malfoy & Theodore Nott, 18+

05

Isla strived to stay low, and she made herself nearly invisible during the last few days.

She was terrified to come across the Slytherin boys again, not that they frightened her, but for how they'd treated her.

She was already putting up with more than she was capable of, and the thought of having to deal with both Theodore and Draco's acts made her exhausted. She was still hurting, still mourning the war. She didn't have the strength to battle this too.

It was clear to her that Draco had no clue that she was his decision, that he was the one she had to choose between, along with his best friend, and that bothered her to a point where she didn't want to get out of bed in the morning.

It was the worst situation she'd found herself in yet, and it didn't seem to become any easier.

Isla flinched by the harsh sound of an owl knocking its beak against the window of her and Ava's room. Propping herself off the mattress, she huffed, and with a twitch of her wand, the glass shifted open, and the letter magically floated towards her.

Her fingers gripped it, and she could, without a second doubt, see that it was from her mother. The elegant handwriting gave her mother away every time, and the way she made a slight arch at the beginning of the I's, was something only she did.

''What was that?'' Ava called out for her from inside the bathroom as the stream of the shower gushed, ''Was that an owl?''

Isla's head shook as she stuffed the letter underneath her pillow, ''Yes, it's from mother.''

Ava merely hummed back before she let the water soak over her again, and Isla's face fell into a look of agony. She didn't know how to explain this to her mother, how to explain the utter fact that the two choices she got despised her more than anything else, and she'd barely spoken to them.

Her veins iced as she thought about it, how she was doomed to meet both Draco and Theodore in detention, with no other students there apart from Blaise and Ava. It wasn't terrifying, but still irritating. The way she would have to spend hours locked up in a room with those four wasn't something she craved to do. Nothing she wanted to do. She hated the idea of it, and she didn't live to hate a lot of things.

''We're going to be late,'' Isla pushed herself off the bed. She caught Ava's damp feet as they stepped over the tile floor, ''And if we're late to detention, there is a high chance that McGonagall is sending my mother a letter too.''

''Your mother doesn't care about that stuff, Isla. You know that, so don't even try—'' Ava sought to speak, but the sigh trembling off Isla's lips caused her to hush.

''I know, but I don't want her to think about anything else than Lucy right now, even if it's just late to detention. She went through a lot when—''

''I know.'' Ava peered out from the bathroom door. Her features stunned in compassion, ''I know, I know, don't think about that. I'll hurry, and we'll make it in time.''

The two girls hurried their way to Professor McGonagall's classroom, and just as the teacher was meant to close the door, they came running. It was with her arms crossed over her chest and a loud sigh. She let their lost track of time slip.

''Absolutely not.'' The Professor held a stern look as the two girls stopped entirely in their movements, ''You two are not sitting together today. We have had enough of your little tricks.''

Isla's eyes grew wide at the statement, and she silently nodded, slipping down at a chair far behind Ava's, and her friend shrugged.

None of them said a word to the other. Isla didn't quite dare to, and Ava did, as usual, fell lost in the pages of her schoolwork. Both of them were so sealed into the tasks the Professor had granted them on paper, that they failed to notice the fact that the boys weren't there.