Desired | Draco Malfoy & Theodore Nott, 18+

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''Hi, you.'' Isla snuck up behind Theodore as he sat at the kitchen table, flipping through the newspaper, ''Did you sleep well?''

He smiled at her arms being wrapped around him, her face nestled against his neck, ''Hi, you, and I did.''

There was something in his voice that caused her to squeeze her arms around him harder, hold onto him a bit tighter.

The low drop in his vocals calmed her to her core. She didn't want to be anywhere else than right there, with her arms crossing his shoulders and her face buried to his neck.

''Did you sleep well?'' He asked her, his hands dropped the paper to the table, and he let his palms stroke over her arms, ''You snored again.''

''Theo! I did not snore—'' She let go of him with a bitter frown, ready to slip down next to him, but he was faster, and he dragged her around his chair instead, ''What—''

Theodore didn't let go until she was squeezed in between his chest and the table, seated solidly on his lap with her legs on each side of him.

He smiled at her, wrapping his arms around her morning warm body, ''You did, but I'm not complaining.''

''I didn't.'' Isla tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, and she tipped her head as she watched his smile broadening, ''You're just being mean.''

''Oh, am I being mean for being honest?'' His cheeks took on a feverish color as he looked at her, seeing the pillow prints on her skin, the marks of both his and Draco's lips over her collarbones where his shirt had slipped down. She was wearing his shirt again, always his old and worn shirt.

He loved her a little bit more in it.

''You're lying,'' Isla draped his shoulders with her arms, pressing her forehead to his, ''I don't snore.''

''Yes, you do. I had to stop Malfoy from waking you up—''

Isla's eyes widened, and she pushed her palm over his mouth. The embarrassment grew within her, tugging at her nerves like never before, ''Stop it. I don't snore. Let me believe that.''

He slightly bit down her fingers, and she let go of his mouth with a whine, ''What are you— don't bite me, Theo.''

''I like to bite you...'' His hands gripped her waist, and he inched her nearer over his lap, ''I like it when you bite me—''

Isla cleared her throat, and she pushed herself back a bit. She looked away from him.

Something dropped in Theo's chest. Something else cracked. It felt like a string of pain reached his wrists as she tried to distance herself from him.

He hated when she did that, and she did it far too often these days.

''Isla, what just happened—''

''So,'' She forced a smile, trying to turn around to look at the newspaper on the table, ''How are you today?''

She couldn't see the fallen look on his face. She couldn't see how hard he had to lock his jaw and how he had to look away too. She felt it. She felt his body stiffening underneath hers. His hands turned cold on her waist as he let go of her.

''I'm fine.'' He said, and his voice wasn't warm anymore, ''You?''

That had her head snapping back to his, and her eyes roamed over him, seeing how his skin had paled and how he didn't look at her.

''Theo—''

''I have to—'' He pushed his chair back, and he gestured for her to step off him, ''I have somewhere to be.''