Desired | Draco Malfoy & Theodore Nott, 18+

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Mature content ahead.

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Isla's eyes flickered across the pages of her book, sighing within the flesh of her mouth and waiting impatiently for the class to come to an end.

The tips of her fingers clawed at the worn wood of the table as she drew letters on it. She wasn't in the state of her head to focus. She couldn't think clearly.

''And if you turn to the next page, you'll see that the assignment for this week is properly introduced.''

The teacher's voice barely had an effect on her. Her mind clouded as she tilted her head to the right, feeling as the strands of her hair fell along with it.

She was seated far back today. She didn't want nor crave any attention from the professor or from the other students. She simply wished to sit in her own bubble with nothing but her thoughts as they circled her.

Isla's neck snapped to the side, sensing the burning stare as it ripped into her side forcefully and without delay — her eyes leveled his.

The messy brown curls on his head trapped her attention instantly, and she couldn't help but feel a slight curl tugging on her lips at the way he was looking at her.

Theodore rose a brow, leaning back on his chair as his legs stretched out in front of him, keeping his eyes on her, and it moved down her frame. Isla watched as his jaws sharply gritted, and his gaze bolted at her hitched-up skirt, revealing the soft skin of her thighs.

Theo's eyes darted up to level hers again before his tongue rolled across his bottom lip. His mind clouded by the thoughts he held.

She blushed at that, shaking her head slowly as he discreetly bowed his, gesturing to the door, exiting the classroom.

Isla's brows furrowed as she scowled at him, but Theodore simply smirked widely.

Mouthing the words, 'come on' at her as she continued shaking her head, whispering harshly back, ''No.''

Theodore made a few more tries, looking hungrily at her as she stood her ground until he lost his temper. Slamming his fists into the table, and even if the teacher yelled at him for storming out — he did so anyway.

Isla blinked quickly. The muffling sound of students chuckling at his exit tore through her already pounding ears, and with another sigh, a loud one, she carefully pushed her chair back, not to make any sound.

She sneaked out in the hallway unnoticeably. Her head cocking to the side before she gasped, feeling as a large hand sheeted her mouth and an arm wrapped around her waist.

Her senses filled with the rich scent of him, and her body caved into his chest within a heartbeat.

''You're always so tense, better loosen up a bit, yeah?'' Theodore growled along with the shell of her ear, brushing his nose against it after.

He let go of her as she stumbled forward, turning around wide-eyed, ''You always do that, so how can I not?'' She fired back, her arms folded over her chest, ''Why would you leave like that? I thought you got mad at me—''

''Because of this...'' Theodore used a step close to her, his hand immediately gripped her jaw as he slammed his lips into hers, ''Because I can't look at those— fuck—''

Isla kissed him back, her fingers clawing down his spine as she melted into him.

''I can't fucking look at your pretty thighs without—'' Theo paused again, pressing his chest to hers as her fingers moved up his neck, bringing him down to her level, ''Without fucking exploding.''