Desired | Draco Malfoy & Theodore Nott, 18+

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Isla knocked on the door to her childhood home.

It didn't look the same anymore. The last time she'd been there was over Christmas with Theodore. Her heart ached when her mind crawled back to that beautiful boy.

Then, snow-covered most of the yard, the driveway, but now, green grass grew, and what looked to be flowers and bushes of roses around the facade began to bloom.

''Why do you knock on your own door?'' Draco muttered beside her, and his hand on her lower back slightly moved upwards, ''It's a bit strange, isn't it?''

Isla looked up at him, noticing how the sun brushed his skin, reddening it almost, ''Because I haven't been here in months... and I haven't spoken to my mother since...''

Draco's jaw sharply fixed at that, and he peered down at her, ''I know,'' He said, sparing them both the tension of speaking about the trial again.

''And it just... feels wrong, I guess.'' She looked back at the door with a nervous sight, ''I don't know.''

His head dipped, and he pushed his lips to the side of her head, ''I know. I didn't mean to question you. I'm curious, that's all.''

He'd grown.

Draco had become someone so beautiful too, and she barely caught the squeaking sound of the door as she looked at him. That blond boy was something else, someone completely breathtaking.

''Isla—'' Her mother gasped as she opened the door. Her eyes were wide, and her curls framed her face gracefully, ''Oh dear.''

Draco let go of his girl, and her mother's arms clung around her instead. She hugged her daughter tightly. So tight that both of them found it hard to breathe.

''My beautiful Isla,'' Her mother withdrew after long moments, simply looking at her daughter with her hands cupped over Isla's jaws, ''It's been months!''

Isla gave a faint breath, looking down at the ground, ''I know. I'm sorry, but it's been... crazy.''

''With Fred's trial?'' Her mother had a crease of worry between her brows, ''I know that's why you haven't been here, Isla. I know you're mad at me for asking you to participate, and it's... It's my fault. I shouldn't have laid that on you, and I—''

Isla cleared her throat, staring back at her mother with a tense look dragged across her face before her eyes flickered to the boy standing behind her.

''Oh, dear—'' Her mother let go of Isla almost immediately, and she aimed all her attention at Draco instead, ''Draco Malfoy,'' She nodded, politely, ''It's good to see you again.''

Isla's head snapped, looking up at the blond boy next to her, ''Again? When did you—''

Malfoy gritted his jaw, a bit awkward and startled, ''I...''

''He was here looking for you a few months ago, early in the morning, so early that I barely had a chance to talk to him before Lucy needed a lift to school.'' Her mother smiled, ''But it's really good to see you again, Draco. It looks like you found her.''

Draco nodded. His hand was back on her spine as he pulled her a bit closer, ''Looks like I did.'' He felt her whole body flaming in warmth, ''But it's a pleasure to see you again, Mrs. Clarke. I hope we're not interrupting something.''

''Oh no,'' Her mother shook her head, stepping back into the house, in order to let them through the door, ''And please, call me Grace. I feel old when people call me Clarke. It reminds me of my mother.''

Isla glared up at Draco with a frown, ''Mhm, imagine how I feel.''

Malfoy couldn't help but breathe out a chuckle at that, scoffing at her almost, ''For fucks sake,'' He grumbled into the back of her head, his arms closed around her waist as she led him into her house, ''You love it, Clarke. Don't lie.''