Desired | Draco Malfoy & Theodore Nott, 18+

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Isla swallowed her sob.

She kept it so deep down her chest that she thought her lungs would collapse by the violent pressure.

She wanted to cry. She wanted to fall to her knees and scream.

She couldn't do that.

Don't give up now. Don't give up now. Don't give up now.

She couldn't give up, no matter how hard it lived to be. No matter how much she simply wished to surrender and run and find freedom with the two broken souls that kept hers whole — she couldn't.

Blaise didn't have his memories left. Ava was alone to mend for herself. Leo wanted to take his lover's memories away. Mila was pregnant. Theo was sick. Draco was broken.

Isla was lost.

She didn't know how she was meant to keep them all together when she could barely do so with herself.

She was done.

She was done, and she had all the proof she needed with Blaise's vial. She could use this even if it broke her heart. She could use it even if Leo didn't approve, even if he would hate her.

Exhausted as she was in the early morning, she used the last pieces of her strength to apparate herself to the Ministry.

She needed to see the judge in Fred's trial. She didn't trust Mr. Green with this. She needed someone who would take her seriously and not bury the truth any longer, not when she'd seen what he'd done to both Blaise and Ava.

Walking over the street leading down to the Ministry, she halted and watched two figures moving towards her. Her heart stopped beating.

They found her.

Isla didn't even know they were looking for her. She'd completely forgotten the fact that she snuck out and that she left them behind in order to do this on her own.

She didn't know that they'd spent the whole night looking for her. She didn't know that they'd vowed their lives together to make sure she never lost hers.

Isla didn't think about what she put them through, and she couldn't think about it now.

She was tired. Isla was just so tired.

''Clarke!'' Draco growled out, storming towards her like never before. His steps were so aggressive, so severe that the paths of them echoed down the alley, ''God damn witch—''

He slowed down as the light of dawn struck her cheeks, and the cold look on his face was replaced with a startled one.

She'd been crying. The stains of tears still glistened even if she did everything she could to hold it in now.

Malfoy frowned as she shook her head, and without warning, Isla raised her wand towards him.

''Clarke,'' Draco said. His jaw was tight and sharp, and he stared her down, ''Put your fucking wand down, now.''

Isla shook her head again, her hair spilling wildly around her. She refused, ''No.''

Draco looked down at the tip of her wand before his gaze landed on her again, ''No? What the hell do you mean by that? Put your fucking wand down.''

''I can't.'' She kept shaking her head, ready to cry, ''I can't do that, Draco. You know I can't. You'll stop me. You'll stop this, and you'll stop me, and I can't have that right now.''

Her voice was uneven. Cracks and cuts of her aching heart shattered through it.

Theo stepped forward, standing by Draco's side. His eyes blasted in pain while feeling hers. He felt her pain. He knew this was hard for her, but something wasn't right. It was more than what she tried to portray it as.