Desired | Draco Malfoy & Theodore Nott, 18+

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This chapter contains some soft mature content, destructive thinking, and heartbreak. Please read with caution.

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Isla Grace Clarke.

When I was little, my mother always told me that I shouldn't judge a book by its cover. I never knew what she meant by that. I didn't exactly try to figure it out either. I mean, why would I?

She said it again the day you came to visit us for Christmas. I began to understand more, but not enough to realize the true meaning of it.

I mean, what did a book have to do with reality anyway?

If I only would've known how wrong I was.

Not that it would surprise any of you. I have a habit of being exactly that. Wrong.

Isla smiled as she watched that boy sitting with his spine against his golden tree. Their new little heart was resting on his lap. She knew she'd find him out there, telling Isaac all about Golden.

You once told me that you were sad that I never got to meet Isaac. I feel like I did. Every time I'm out here with you, it feels like he is right here with us.

Is that strange? Does it make me as mental as Draco always says I am?

Perhaps it does. I don't mind.

''Hi you,'' She said as she crossed her feet and sat down next to him. Her eyes caught his hooded ones, and a frown took over what had been a smile merely minutes ago, ''Are you alright?''

Theodore looked up at her. His curls kissed the upper of his brows, his skin reddened by the warm sun shining from above them.

''Hi you,'' He said with a bright smile arching on his lips, ''I am, are you?''

I am now.

''I am,'' She whispered, looking down at Golden as he slept, ''How is he doing?''

Theodore smiled, peering down at their little heart as he rested upon the field of flowers, ''He's settling in fine, I think. I was telling Isaac about him, and he just fell asleep.''

Do you remember when you called Isaac golden? The very reason I chose his name? Do you want to know what I think?

I think you are the golden one, Theodore.

''Have you seen Draco?'' She asked, rolling strands of grass between her fingers, ''I was looking for him, and he's not home.''

''He went out this morning before you woke up.'' He answered. There was a dash of pain in his voice as he spoke, ''I found him down in the living room. He didn't sleep with us last night.''

Isla stayed silent, looking down at her crossed legs.

I'm sorry for that. I'm sorry he didn't sleep with us. That is my fault.

''What happened yesterday? I fell asleep right when I laid down, and then when I woke up, I could hear you crying.'' The pain still dashed his voice, ''And Malfoy wouldn't even come upstairs.''

Her eyes flickered up to him, taking in all that beauty he possessed. There was something so beautiful with Theodore Nott. Something so heartbreakingly stunning.

How do I tell you what we fought about?

I don't think you'd be surprised that we had a fight. We always fight, and you always fix it.