Desired | Draco Malfoy & Theodore Nott, 18+

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''No?'' Isla raised her voice, sounding more than annoyed with the blond, ''Why on earth, would I go to prom with you?''

Draco's jaws clenched dangerously before he — without properly thinking about it, snatched her by the arm, looking around hastily so that the Professor wasn't paying attention, ''Come with me, would you?''

Isla gulped, feeling his grip around her flesh as it tensed, and he dragged her out of the classroom. Her spine struck the wall next to the door as he booted it shut, shoving her away from him, ''I said that I needed a favor from you—''

''And I said no,'' Isla sought to stand her ground, folding her arms stubbornly over her chest, ''So dragging me all the way out here doesn't matter, because I'm not—''

''He's going with her.''

Isla frowned, looking puzzled, ''Who's going with—''

''Nott,'' Draco's eyes bored through hers, noticing the flash of hurt in them as her breath audibly ragged, ''And his girl.''

Isla's face was cloaked in a hurtful mantle for seconds before she pushed her lips together, trying not to show Draco just how much her insides wrenched by the information she'd just received.

''His girl?'' She swallowed the lump in the back of her throat, her fingers curling into fists, ''I don't know what that has to do with me, Theodore is free—''

''So you're telling me that it doesn't bother you?'' Draco kept his stare on her, taking a step closer yet holding his distance, ''That he's taking someone else?''

''I wasn't expecting him to take me if that's what you're asking,'' Isla's back scored coldly against the wall, ''If he's with her, then he's with her. There's nothing I can—''

''Even when he fucked her last night?''

It felt as if her breath was on fire. Her eyes flickered to look anywhere but straight at Draco.

The humiliation nagged, and the thought of Theodore sleeping with someone else after their moment together in the kitchen — hurt, but she couldn't question that. She did things too.

''He's free to do whatever he pleases,'' Isla mumbled, still not looking at Draco, ''If I can do what I want, so can he.''

He hissed, inhaling sharply as his head snapped to the side, and without reason — as quickly as Draco possibly could, his hand struck the wall, and he leaned closer to her, ''Are you sure?'' He whispered lowly, slightly nodding to his side.

Isla saw, in the corner of her eyes, Theodore walking out of a classroom down the hall before he stopped and watched Isla and Draco standing close.

''I'm sure,'' She breathed, her hands grasped at the flares of his suit jacket, closing the space between them entirely, ''I'm more than sure.''

It was as if, just for a moment, and a tiny one at that — he forgot why he'd moved near her. His eyes fell upon her features as she stood inches away, and he couldn't drag his sight off of her.

Her eyelashes battled, and her nose scrunched together in a grimace, trying to keep the tension friendly between them, even if she could sense the despite radiating off him.

They acted as if they didn't notice the brunet standing at the end of the hallway with his lips parted, and his hands dropped to his sides.

''How sure?'' Draco smirked, nearly brushing his nose against hers, ''How sure are you that you don't want to use me like I want to use you?''

Isla's teeth gritted, frowning as she caught the spoken words, and it clocked her, after simply a second, what he meant. She tore their connection apart, and she slightly pushed him back.