Desired | Draco Malfoy & Theodore Nott, 18+

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This chapter contains mentions of blood, death, and violent actions. Please read with caution.

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She'd almost forgotten what he scented like.

Isla had nearly misremembered how his hands felt wrapped around her, how he always pressed her back against him. She'd forgotten how warm he made her feel, even if he looked at her in a way that caused her heart to shatter.

She swallowed the words she wanted to speak, how much she wished to tell him that she never wanted him here, that she didn't ask for this, that she told Theodore no when he suggested that they'd ask for his help.

''Nott,'' Draco looked over her head, still standing close, ''Let me take care of that, so you can keep your little witch in check.''

Her heart ached. It craved to stop beating as he shouldered his way past her.

She was always his witch, his sweet witch. Now she wasn't anymore. Isla had to swallow again, hard and solid, to get rid of the lump lurking in the back of her throat.

Draco stormed up to Theodore, both of them rapidly nodding towards each other as Theo stepped back, making room for the blond to do as he wished.

Malfoy aimed his wand at the corner wall of the construction, and he fired a spell that caused the wall to shatter, to make the whole of it explode, but just as the ruins of stones were meant to crash down above all of them, he lifted his hands, mumbling a spell to turn the stone to water.

It felt like a heavy storm poured over them, and the mumbling of guards echoed from inside the shattered wall. Draco shot them a glare over his shoulder, cocking his head for them to follow him.

Isla was too stunned to understand as Theodore gripped her arm, dragging her with them further down the prison until they could take shelter behind the opposite corner of the building.

Whispering another spell, Draco waved his hand, and an opening in the wall suddenly showed, ''Get in, Nott. Take her with you,'' He harshly snapped, and Isla's eyes widened. He didn't even address her. He didn't speak to her. He didn't even look at her, ''Now.''

Draco acted like she wasn't even there.

Isla hated him more now.

She snuck behind Theodore into the basement of Azkaban, her steps timid as they all halted. Draco sealed the hole in the wall, and he turned to face them. Once again, he looked at Theodore, ''Did you tell her about the spell?''

Isla frowned. Her head snapped to look at the brunet too. His jaws slightly gritted as he watched the displeased mantle taking over her, ''What is he talking about? What spell? When did you go to see him?''

Theodore raised his brows before furrowing them, and he reached his hand up to scratch the back of his neck, ''Perhaps we shouldn't do this right now, love.'' He said, locking his gaze in hers, ''There's a spell that all children of Death Eaters can do to portray as one.''

Isla scowled, ''What are you—''

''For fucks sake,'' Draco cut her off, nodding towards Theodore's wand, ''Just fucking show her.''

Theodore rolled his eyes at the blond before he rose his wand, mumbling a spell that had her take steps back. Isla was gawking at the mask appearing on his face, the cloak as it magically draped over his shoulders.

''Like that,'' He muttered, shooting a nod towards Draco as Isla spun around, discovering that he'd done the same thing. She couldn't see if he was looking at her now. It felt better, not seeing if he spared her as much as a mean glare.