Desired | Draco Malfoy & Theodore Nott, 18+

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Draco stepped up the stairs to the upper floor.

His mind was worn, drained, and he was exhausted.

He'd tried to talk some sense into Leo for the past half hour, but nothing seemed to stick to the boy who would eventually live to be their downfall, before he had to walk away. Draco couldn't spend another minute with Leo without beating some proper sense into him.

All he wished for was Isla at that moment, for her to wrap herself around him and convince him to take a shower with her to calm down. He loved when she did that, when she got undressed and turned the lights in the bathroom off.

When she unbuttoned his shirt and led him into the heated streams, when it was just them and the pouring water, when he wrapped his arms around her, when he felt her tiny kisses on his arms.

Not in an intimate way, but emotional.

When they just held each other and understood another without a word being spoken, when he felt her bare skin against his, and he could whisper the things she loved to hear in her ear.

That was what he needed. That was what he wanted.

He just needed her, and the feeling of ice stabbed through him as he shoved the bedroom door open, only to find Theodore alone in that bed.

Draco marched forward. Something raging began to take over inside of him as he yanked Theodore back, making his spine hit the mattress.

''Theo—'' He said but was quick to hush when the brunet failed to react. He knew his best friend easily fell asleep everywhere, but he ever so woke up when he touched him.

Theodore didn't wake up now, and Malfoy knew exactly why.

Draco gritted his teeth and shot the darkened bathroom a quick look.

''I'm going to fucking kill her,'' Draco muttered. Reaching for his wand in his back pocket, he aimed it at his best friend, whispering the magic he knew would wake him up.

It did. Theodore woke up with a heavy gasp.

Flying up into a seated position, he snapped his head, looking at Draco with wide eyes, ''What the fuck happened—'' He frowned, but it didn't take more than half a second before he sighed, ''Tell me she didn't.''

''Oh, she did.'' Draco clicked his tongue, sounding so annoyed, ''She fucking did, and I don't care what you say, Nott, but once I get my bloody hands on her again, I'm locking her up.''

Theodore couldn't fight him in that. Isla had gone so far that she made him unconscious in order to sneak out. He, for once, agreed with Malfoy.

''Why the fuck would she do this?'' Draco kept going, taking a step back from the bed, ''Why would she stand here and have some moral talk about doing the right thing, when she's constantly doing everything she can to fuck everything up?"

Theodore dragged his gaze over the room, locking it at the slightly opened drawer. He knew what she hid in there. He knew she moved it around from time to time to make sure that no one could find it, but he did.

He was looking for a shirt his mother wanted him to find, and he found it — that little vial filled with Blaise's memories. He let it be. He trusted her with it.

He shouldn't have because now that drawer was open, and she was gone.

''I know where she is.'' Theo said, standing up from the bed and walking over to the desk where Isla had left his shirt, ''I know exactly where she is.''

''Where?'' Draco looked after him as he got dressed, and his jaw slightly gritted. It didn't matter how many times he'd seen that mark on him, how many times he'd studied his girl's initials on his best friend's body — he would never get used to it.