Desired | Draco Malfoy & Theodore Nott, 18+

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Mature content ahead.

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Isla stood in front of the mirror in her room. Her hands brushed over the silky material of her dress as she studied it.

It hugged her utterly, and the heels she'd picked out to go along with it completed her whole look. She wasn't much for make-up, but Mila had convinced her to let her do it anyway.

She frowned at herself, slightly bothered with the whole concept of the evening, but it wasn't much she could do — she promised Draco to go with him, and he was coming to pick her up any minute now.

Her feet lightly ached as she flinched by the knock on her door, huffing annoyingly after. She strode up to it, and to her surprise — Blaise stood outside it. His eyes flickered down her clothed body as he smirked.

''Here,'' He met her confused stare, ''Malfoy wanted me to give this to you and to tell you...wait,'' He mumbled, shoving his hand down into his jacket pocket before he hauled a note up, ''That he'll meet you at the end of the stairs.''

Isla's lips parted to speak, but she had no chance to do so before he reached a black velvet box out in the air for her to take, and then he strolled off.

Her eyes grew wide as she peered down at the box in her hands, confused beyond reason, ''What—'' She whispered to herself, closing the door again. Her fingers tugged at the wrapping as she gently slipped the lid off of it.

Her hand reached to her mouth, slapping over it as she gasped.

Embedded in black silk, the same material as her dress — a necklace together with a mask to wear to the masquerade. It was a dark mask, with green and silver details carved into it.

She couldn't help but smile, but the second she did — her head shook, and she tried to bring her mind back to being. This wasn't a thing to enjoy. This was simply business to them.

She reached for the necklace, studying it carefully before she put the box down, and she locked it behind her neck. It was simple, clean — not too much, but the little, plain rock hanging off it caused it not to be too lucid either.

It was perfect.

A slight flash of disappointment that Draco didn't do as he promised pushed through her veins and burned at her vessels, but she tried to suppress the bothering thoughts she held. Her eyes flickered to the mirror one more time before she unsurely walked out of her room.

Her steps echoed through the hallways as she marched her way to the Great Hall. She hesitated her whole way there, halting in her steps several times to rethink her decision, but she kept going.

It was one night, and then she could go back to ignore Draco for all it was worth. The sounds of muffled music rose to pound in her ear as she got closer. The chattering of students and teachers bounced between the stone-covered walls.

Her eyes flickered, and she caught every single person dressed up in decorative gowns and suites, all of them wearing masks to hide the true identity lurking behind.

She tried to breathe steadily, contain her tamed temper, and not to loath the idea of this, more than she already did, but it was hard. She just wanted to go back to her room.

Students walked their way down the stairs in path as she waited for her turn, stretching a bit on her toes to see if she could spot the blond in the large gathering at the end of it — without luck.

She couldn't see him.

Isla's pulse quickened, her heart hammered within the cage of her chest as it was her turn to walk down the garnished stairs. She was terrified to make a fool out of herself, to fall or to be stood up by Malfoy.