Desired | Draco Malfoy & Theodore Nott, 18+

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Malfoy's eyes caught hers, sending her an evil glare, ''What are you—'' His tongue stumbled, ''Have you been up here— how long have you been here?''

Isla gulped, her eyes grew wide as she sought to lie, ''Not that long, I just—''

''Don't you dare lie to me,'' Malfoy stated harshly, causing her to feel intimidated by the mere second, ''How long have you been up here?''

She swallowed the hesitant feeling in the pit of her stomach, and her sight fell upon the blond. His eyes sunken, his skin tone paler than it usually shaded in.

''I don't know, twenty minutes—''

''Fucking hell,'' Draco groaned, throwing his head back before rushing his ring-coated fingers through the blond strands, ''How much of that did you hear?''

''I didn't hear anything—''

''I said don't lie to me!'' His hands settled on her shoulders pressed her back into that tiny space she just came out of, ''Who was here with you? Was it Nott?''

Draco's eyes drilled through hers breathtakingly. She'd never seen him this upset before. It was as if he needed to hold himself back from hurting her.

''Yes,'' Isla didn't see any reason to lie to him at this time. The flicker of hurt in his eyes from Pansy ending their relationship was enough for him to handle.

She felt more than bad for him.

''Theodore was here too,''

Malfoy's jaws tensed, and the tiny muscle in them ticked as he breathed intensely. Deciding what to do with her for eavesdropping on him.

''How much did you hear?''

''I—''

''And don't lie this time.''

Isla stared at him numbly and wide-eyed. Gathering her strength to be truthful, ''Most of it.''

He hissed through his teeth, making her feel his heated breath on her skin before his head sunk, and he sighed forcefully.

''I know that Nott will keep his mouth shut about this, but will you?'' The grey eyes caught hers again. His chin rose, ''I don't want this to be... spread around.''

The knot in her stomach caused her to feel nauseous, but the words he spoke to her a few days ago in detention were born to ring in her mind again. She felt a waver through her veins, and she realized that she could, without falter, use this to her advantage.

''I will if you tell me—''

''Tell you what?'' He snapped, cutting her off rudely, ''What can I possibly tell you that will make you shut the fuck—''

''If you let me speak for one damn minute, I might be able to tell you, you know.'' Her answer hewed him off, and he took a step back from her, releasing his fingers from her shoulders.

''Then speak.''

Her eyes narrowed, ''If you tell me how you found out about Cedric, I'll keep quiet about Pansy.''

He scoffed, rolling his eyes away from her as he shoved his hands into his pockets, ''So it is true?'' He taunted, ''So why would I—''

''Suit yourself then,'' Isla muttered, attempting to take a stride past him to walk down, but his hands flew to grab her, pinning her right back to the wall.

''Fine,'' He pouted, scowling at her, ''I saw it.''

''You saw what?'' Her eyes flickered, confusingly, ''We barely talked to each other in public.''