Clandestine | Theodore Nott

Breakfast

Starla plopped down at the Slytherin table the next morning. She was enraged, fuming, apoplectic. She was overcome with rage, and the worst part of it was that she couldn't put the blame on anyone but herself. Why in Merlin's name would she have sex with one of her best friends? What was wrong with her? She had known that she would regret it the moment they kissed but at that time it apparently didn't matter.

Starla rested her temple on the palm of her hand and closed her eyes in exhaustion. She praised her concealer for erasing the darkness under her eyes.

"Rough night Starla?" Theodore asked from the opposite side of the table.

Draco knocked on her head asking, "Anyone there?"

That son of a bitch.

"Fuck you," she narrowed her eyes at the brunette while slapping Draco's hand away.

Theodore widened his eyes and picked up another sausage from the breakfast tray. "Merlin."

Starla goggled, dumbfounded, at Theodore for a few seconds, wondering how in the bloody hell he could be so normal. How many times had he done it before to practise being so common after? How could he be so slick? She shook her head dismissively when he raised an eyebrow at her.

Starla began eating her yoghurt while staring determinedly at the table. It tasted heavenly, after the previous night's events she found herself hungrier than normal. Sex with Theodore Nott was like a workout. Not to him, apparently, since he seemed as if he was living his best life, eating his fucking sausages. She regretted merely thinking about it, she was sure that if she would look in Theodore's direction even one more time she would blush scarlet. She would hear his moans and groans again and it would not help her attempt to forget about it. Notwithstanding that she did not want to give him the satisfaction of seeing her blush at the mere sight of him.

"Good morning," said Blaise as he and Pansy sat down at the table.

"Morning," the other three answered simultaneously,

Theodore's behaviour differed from the others', he was smiling.

Draco, Blaise and Pansy all narrowed their eyes at him, Starla continued eating her yoghurt, choosing to ignore the boy completely.

"You seem happier than usual, got a shag in last night?" asked Pansy.

When one finds themself being friends with Pansy, one additionally finds themself talking a lot more about sex than one would consider a healthy amount.

"Why is that always your first assumption?" Theodore frowned indignantly.

"You denied the question," she said with a matter-of-fact tone, and pointed at him.

"I did, yes."

Starla raised her head a fraction, she thought of any way she could sound most like herself at that moment. "Who was the victim this time?"

"I think I'll keep that to myself," he grinned.

"Secret lady, how interesting," Blaise watched Theodore inquiringly.

Theodore glanced at her after the five had changed the topic of conversation, he looked smug, the bastard. However, and in all honesty which he could only admit to himself, he wasn't feeling any better than she was. He couldn't stop thinking about it, about her. Usually, after he had exercised with a girl he would think about it for a bit but the girls never really had an effect on him. Starla did, and Theodore Nott did not know how to stop it. He couldn't help it. The previous night had been an astronomically large mistake. However, it made one thing quite clear, she could not help it either. Even his coffee reminded him of her, he always drank it black. He watched as she dipped a teabag in a teacup repeatedly, she looked bored as she waited for the flavours to dissolve into the water. Her hair framed her face but he could still see her through the Black waves. His gaze dropped to her neck, his lip twitched into a miniscule smile, she had used a concealing charm.