Desired | Draco Malfoy & Theodore Nott, 18+

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Mature content ahead.

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Draco closed the door behind them as the gloomy room shifted in a soft color. Isla's eyes immediately snapped to Theodore's bed, and she swallowed at the thought of him and how she'd rushed out of there the last time she had been in their dormitory.

''Did you and Nott ever—'' Draco cleared his throat, gritting his jaws at the images flashing through her head, he didn't want to read them, yet he couldn't resist.

Isla tore her sight from the bed, turning around and looking at the blond. He saw just how stressed she was by this, ''Maybe I should go back downstairs—'' She gulped, shaking her head.

''Don't—'' Malfoy caught her waist, pulling her into him as he let his hand rest on her hip. He looked down at her from above, ''You don't have to sleep in that bed, I can take that one, and you can have mine.''

Still hesitating as he noticed, ''Clarke, it's alright. I'll sleep in his bed, and you'll sleep in mine.''

Frowning at the way he was acting, not being used to the more humane side of Malfoy, her mind clouded annoyingly. The thoughts of him using her all over again haunted her, ''It's not a problem for me to sleep downstairs, it's just for tonight, and then I'll talk to Leo in the morning—''

Draco angrily hissed at that as he drew a harsh breath in between his teeth. The thought of her sharing a room with another boy bothered him tremendously. Not because he believed she'd ever do anything with her best friend, but the idea of Leo watching her bare skin in between the covers.

''Don't—'' Isla said again, peering up at him from underneath her lashes, ''He's like a brother to me, Malfoy. It's not like that, and it never will be, perhaps I forgot to mention the part where I walked in on him and Mila, sleeping together—''

''Fine!'' Draco yelled, in half a chuckle, ''Fucking hell, Clarke. Don't put that image in my head.''

''Then don't question me,'' She pushed her hands into his chest, shoving him back slightly, ''If I had to live through that, so do you.''

Rolling his eyes away from her, he nodded towards his bed, ''Go sleep,'' He spat out harshly, not wanting to ease the tension too much.

But the girl didn't move. She stood frozen as he let his hands off her waist, staring down at her confusingly. He understood this was strange to her, him offering his bed for her to sleep in.

He'd seen her thoughts.

How she didn't know how to handle the situation properly and how she didn't wish for Draco to sleep in a bed where she'd been with another boy. Isla didn't want anyone to sleep on Theodore's bed since they'd been on it.

It rocked sickly within Malfoy at the thoughts in her mind, and he sensed as anger boiled. Simply the image of her and Theodore, along with the way she was missing him — even if she would never admit to it, she missed the brunet a lot.

Malfoy stopped. He withdrew from her head before he got to the more intrusive parts. This wasn't about him. He knew that. It was about her and Theo.

''Clarke, go lay down on my damn bed,'' He muttered, his eyes snapping down her figure, noticing the clothes she was wearing, and he sighed, stalking up to his dresser and he pulled a t-shirt out, ''Here,''

Reaching his hand out, he handed it to her, and Isla took it, her sight flickered between him and the shirt she was holding, ''Are you sure—''

''It's a fucking shirt, Clarke. Can you stop being so bloody insecure around me? It's a shirt, simple as that, but if you'd rather sleep in your uniform, it's fine by—''