Desired | Draco Malfoy & Theodore Nott, 18+

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Mature content ahead, along with the mentions of drugs. Please read with caution.

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Isla groaned quietly to herself as she felt the warmth of his body next to hers. He never seemed homely to her. She never thought of Draco as a person she'd seek the amount of comfort in as she did now.

He wasn't like this with her. Usually, he would leave straight after they slept together, or sneak out once she'd fallen asleep, or they fought each other until one of them stormed away. They never had this. They never just slept next to each other, as if it was a normal thing to do.

It got her thinking if he'd perhaps fallen asleep by mistake out of the exhaustion he carried, but that couldn't be the case since he'd gone downstairs after they were done, to clean up the burnt pasta. He even brought her sandwiches and juice up to make up for the fact that he didn't let her eat the meal he cooked.

Then he laid down, next to her. He mocked her a bit for chewing the way she did, and then he wrapped a stiff arm around her. She fell asleep with his lips against her forehead and one of her legs as they crossed his waist. He didn't mind it.

He certainly wouldn't admit to it, but he enjoyed having her there.

Malfoy didn't cherish being alone. Not that he had much of a choice, but it was pleasant not being lonely for a few days. He would have to send her back to school today. He knew he had to. It was Sunday, and she'd been gone long enough as it was.

He just hoped, somewhere, that she would come back for him.

The very second she peeled her lashes wide, she saw him. She watched and scanned the tiny twitches in his eyebrows, the little flicker his lashes made, how his chest rose and fell beneath the covers. The muscle in his jaw ticked. She liked that, looking at him.

It took all of her to sneak into the bathroom, brushing her teeth and combing her hair before she was right back. Lying next to him and peering up at him.

''What did we say about that, Clarke?'' Draco mumbled, his tone throaty, as it came straight from his chest. He moved his body to the side, ''Don't look at me.''

Isla blushed. Her cheeks burnt as she tucked her nose into his chest, ''As if you didn't watch me sleep last night.''

''I did,'' He fired, sighing out a yawn, ''How could I not?''

It didn't make the feverish shade spread any less across her skin. She shifted around herself, her spine leveling his chest as she pushed her arm underneath her pillow. Her heart beat a little faster now, ''See. You can't really blame me for doing— oh?''

Malfoy rolled his tongue over the inside of his cheek as one of his hands found the curve of her waist, and he brought her right back against him, ''Mhm.''

She smiled into her pillow, feeling the rush of excitement as it flourished within her. The way that blond boy caused her to feel when he was soft with her was everything. It made her feel special, worthy of his feelings.

''Mhm, what?'' She breathed. It turned harder to do so — breathe as she felt his grip tightening, and he brought her even closer, ''Draco...''

''Clarke?'' His voice was hard again. She would be lying if she said she didn't like how it rasped at the vocals he was speaking. He was breathing close to her ear, lingering over her neck for moments before his lips pressed against her.

Isla moaned out softly to how he was kissing her bare shoulders, down the blades of them, and back up. The sun began to seep in between the curtains, and the dawn climbed over the treetops.