Clandestine | Theodore Nott

The Fight

He trailed kisses along her neck to her collarbone. Her breath hitched as he bit down on her sweet spot.

"Fuck," he muttered when she moaned quietly.

She suddenly chuckled. "We shouldn't be doing this in here."

They were standing behind a bookshelf in the back of the Library.

"No one comes to the back. The books are about magical history."

"I do," she smacked his shoulder gently.

"Yes, well, that's because you're odd."

"I, personally, like to cherish history instead of modernizing everything."

He rolled his eyes at her stubbornness.

"Well, I, personally, think you'll cherish this," he mumbled as he kissed the area between her shoulder and neck.

"Actually, I think you do more than I," she glanced down at the bulge in his slacks.

"I think you might be right," he grinned, almost devilishly.

"What's the time?"

"It's already after curfew," said he, checking his watch.

"What about Madam Pince?"

"She trusts me, she's probably already in her room."

She smirked and began unbuckling his belt.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Theodore Nott groaned as he hit the alarm clock on his nightstand repeatedly.

He sat up in his bed, a smirk tugging on his lips as he cursed the alarm clock for interrupting his dream. He stood up and somehow, fortunately, he hadn't gotten hard just yet. It saved him some time not to do that in the mornings.

Ever since that summer he'd had a small crush on Starla. He didn't admit it, not to anyone but himself. Just like that Thursday morning, he had dreams about her, which made him happy that he didn't share a dorm with her cousin anymore. Her retaliations to his comments made it even worse. The way she looked up at him through her eyelashes. The way she applied her lipstick... he hoped he would be the cause of her having to reapply it.

Everything she did was infatuating, and it was infuriating.

But he couldn't. He could not let her have an effect on him. Alioth, her big brother, was one of his friends. He was best friends with her cousin whom loved her as if she were his sister. He couldn't. He ought not. He let a few things slip while talking to her, flirty comments and such. However, that was normal for him, he had a reputation. Everyone who knew who Theodore was, knew about his being popular amongst the girls. Even he could admit that he was a very genetically lucky boy. He was confident as he knew that everyone thought so, too. Confident, that is, in his appearance and some of his behaviour. But not all of it.

To put it blankly, his father despised him.

That little piece of shit of a father had always weighed down on Theodore's self assurance, and confidence. He didn't like to think of his father much. He never spoke about him, well, except occasionally to Draco or Blaise. Theodore Nott senior had tragically named his offspring after himself, quite narcissistic. That was why everyone at school knew him as 'Theo,' he did not want to be a replica of his father. His friends were the only ones allowed to call him Theodore, for they knew he wasn't like him.