Desired | Draco Malfoy & Theodore Nott, 18+

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Isla stayed silent, her eyes closing as she did everything possible to focus. She'd been lying to him.

She knew that.

This was her fault.

She couldn't argue back or be mad at him for reacting to what she admitted.

''You were with him?'' His shoulders sunk, and his features shredded in disbelief, ''When you said you weren't?''

She didn't see a point in lying anymore, so she simply nodded, her head bowed slowly.

''You lied to me?'' He hissed. His teeth gritted, ''You fucking lied to me? When I was honest with you. When I fucking—'' Theo's hand flew to his own jaw as his fingers brushed along it, scratching it doubtfully.

''I was fucking honest with you,'' He yelled, throwing his arms out, feeling more than defeated, ''I was fucking honest with you, every fucking time! And you lie to me?''

It ripped through her, and she couldn't look at him anymore.

Feeling how the bodies around her moved, yet she couldn't. Isla felt utterly numb, and it was all her fault — she knew she made a mistake in lying to him, not being honest with either of them.

''I wouldn't have fucking cared. I hope you know that—'' He spat, growing impatient with her quiet self. He took another step back, ''I hope you fucking know that I wouldn't have cared if you fucked him before me. I asked you to be honest, and you lied.''

''No—'' The panic rocked within her, feeling her body weaken as her bones were kept on the tipping point of caving, ''It wasn't like that, he was using me—''

''Like I used you?'' Theodore seethed, his eyes darkened, flashes of evil in his pupils as they'd blown. His every muscle tensed, ''Like you accused me of using you? Because it looks to me like you used us.''

She stepped forward, desperate for him to listen to her. Her eyes glinted in tears, ''Theo—''

''Don't you fucking dare try to make me feel guilty right now,'' He rasped, his fingers tugged at his collar, and his face held a snide look. He tried so hard not to show it, but it indeed hurt.

It pained him to know that she used him too. That he truly believed that he was the one in the wrong and the things he'd do to make it right with her when it was her — her lying to him.

''Theodore, please—'' Isla gulped. Her hands grasping at his as they were constantly nudged by people around them, ''Listen to me, I didn't—''

Shaking his head at her, he looked away. He couldn't look at her anymore.

Perhaps it was the alcohol running through his veins, intoxicating his clear mind, or maybe it was the simple feeling of him using other people, to begin with, only to be the one being played with.

''I can—'' She didn't know what to say. All she knew was that she had to say something. He'd leave her if she didn't, and she couldn't have that.

She couldn't let him leave.

''I can explain, please—'' Isla was begging him now, pleading for him to show her a bit of mercy in the coldness he brought, but he couldn't. He didn't want to.

Theodore couldn't risk getting hurt.

His hands wrapped around hers as he pried her off him, bending her arms down between them and staring blankly at her. Not wishing for her to touch him at all.

''Does he know?'' Theo kept his stare hooked on her, woefully, studying those small twitches in her expression and her heart as it beat out of control in her chest, ''Does he fucking—''