Desired | Draco Malfoy & Theodore Nott, 18+

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Mature content ahead, along with a little cream?? Whipped cream?? And food play. Please read with caution.

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''Are you out of your damn mind?'' Theodore yelled after her, ''You want us to break Leo out of Azkaban?''

Isla rolled her eyes, dragging the towel through her hair as she walked into his room, ''You don't have to come.''

''I don't—'' He hissed, cutting himself off as he wrapped a towel around his waist, marching after her. Drops of water fell from his wet curls, ''That's a shitty fucking thing to say, Clarke—''

''Clarke?'' She turned around, folding the material around her scalp and staring angrily at him, ''We're back to Clarke now? Is that how it is?''

''Yeah,'' Theo raised his voice, shooting her a severe glare, ''That's how it fucking is when you're talking like a God damn maniac, Isla. That's how it bloody is when you tell me you're planning to break into one of the most dangerous sites on earth and then tell me that I don't have to come.''

She frowned bitterly, ''Then what do you expect me to do? It's not like you're happy about the idea.''

Theodore threw his head back, groaning silently to himself and her lack of understanding, ''Do you even know what you're saying right now? You want to break Leo out of Azkaban, Isla. Out of fucking Azkaban of all places?''

Crossing her arms over her chest, she tugged at the towel, trapping her body in, ''Well, he's in Azkaban, Theo.'' She said harshly, ''That doesn't leave me with much of a choice, does it? And it's my fault he's there. He lashed out because his father threatened me. He lashed out because I couldn't keep my damn mouth shut about his mother.''

''That's not your fucking fault,'' He fired back, spitting his words at her, ''You did what you thought was best, and that's not your damn fault—''

''Even if it isn't, he's still in there, alone. He's in there while Mila is falling apart, and not to mention myself? How do you think I feel, knowing that my best friend is locked up for something his father thinks he did? When all of us knows he didn't?''

''Isla—''

''No—''

''Can you pull your fucking head out of your own damn arse for long enough to listen to me!'' He shouted now, taking dangerous steps up to her and halting merely inches away, ''Fine, let's say we try to break him out, and then what? What the hell do you know about Azkaban? Do you even know how many guards there are watching that place? How many Death Eaters are locked up in there?''

Isla's eyes widened, her shoulders sunk, ''No...''

''Do you know how to get in there?''

''No...''

''Do you even know where it is?''

''No...''

''No?'' Theodore blinked, nearly as shocked with her answers as she was, ''You don't know how to find Leo in there? You don't know how to get in there? You don't even know where it fucking is? And still, you have the damn audacity to suggest that we break him out?''

She pushed her lips tight, glaring up at him, ''Yes.''

''Yes?!'' Theodore sounded as if he was at the breaking point of losing his mind, his hands flew up to yank at the messy curls he possessed, ''You don't even—'' He laughed out, sourly, ''You don't even have a fucking plan, Isla!''

She scowled, frustratingly at him, her hands pushing at his chest to distance herself from his mockery, ''So what if I don't?'' She bit back, annoyed and irritated. The towel slackened a bit from her head, ''I'll come up with something! I'll read up on it, I'll research, and I'll come up with a plan—''