Theodore Nott x Bree Thorne

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Small smut warning!

I've just come out of an everything shower. A thing that really allows me to clear my head. I've put Fleetwood mac on my vinyl and try to think calmly. I'm not sure what I'll say to Draco, whether I'll forgive him nicely or let him suffer a bit. It's more a thing I'll decide on the moment depending if he wants to be a prat or not. I wrap myself up in my light pink dressing gown and sit on my bed and start to paint my toenails in a light blue. One thing I love about being a witch is the fact i can dry them with a spell. I'm not expecting Draco yet. He won't think I'm awake. It's only eight thirty and on a Saturday no less. But I'm up because Mari woke me up this morning by screaming because there was a spider in her shoe. I rescued it and put it outside. Couldn't get to sleep since. A knock came from the door. 

"Come in" I call not looking up from my nails. I hear him enter, shutting the door gently. I look up and see Nott standing by it, with his hands in his pockets. He's never been in my room before. I suddenly realise how much of a mess it is. Mari's side is immaculate but i have clothes all over my floor. Books opened on my desk. I think i have like 15 chocolate frog wrappers in my wardrobe. The worst part is I have my bra swung upon my desk chair. His hazel eyes flicker around the room before meeting mine. 

"Cute dressing gown" He grins pointing over to me. I quickly feel a flush run up my neck, as my hands tighten the dressing gown around me. Suddenly feeling conscious of being exposed. Which i probably was. 

"Why are you here, Nott?" I say closing the nail polish and crossing my legs, making sure i was covered properly. 

"I'm here to apologise." 

I laugh "You do that quite a lot don't you?"

"Only to you" He then takes three long strides towards Mari's bed before sitting down. I feel like I should say something but this man just leaves me speechless. If Mari were here she'd be freaking out about him sitting here. I want to be mad at him but how is a girl supposed to function when a boy talks like that? "I'm really sorry for ruining your night." He pauses "again. And for punching another one of your very ginger friends. I was really wasted and very high if you couldn't tell." He pauses again, trying to remember his train of thought. "But I promise you, It was not my idea. I could hardly keep my eyes open."

"You can't keep punching my friends" I say trying to get him to realise the core mistake.

"Stop getting so near to them" 

"Theo" I warn 

"Bree" he counters keeping his eyes locked on mine. He doesn't speak. We're in a silent staring competition. Both leaning forward intent on winning Until something in him cracks and he blinks and he pulls away. "Oh alright. I won't punch any more of your friends." 

"Thank you"

"Does that mean i can punch any of your enemies?" He says a grin forming on his lips. 

I roll my eyes. "If you think I have any? Sure. But keep your hands of the Weasley's"

"Yes Ma'am" I have no idea what to do next. That is one of the hottest things a man can say and suddenly I'm not hating him anymore. "Any way I can make it up to you?" This is a man who knows what a girl wants. A smirk forms on his lips. 

"I can think of few." I smile as he steps off the bed and stands above me. He lifts up my chin and pulls me into a kiss. He deepens it by pushing me down onto the bed, climbing above me. I can taste the mint on his breath as our tongues meet. He's starving again as he moves his mouth all over mine. One of his hands is on the back of my neck whilst the other holds my waist. I wrap my legs around his as his eyes drift to my chest. "This is unfair I'm already naked." I murmur against his lips. He laughs softly a sound that makes me wet and immediately forget what i just said. My hands drift to his hair pulling him nearer to me. He pulls back quickly and lifts his shirt off of him. I could see that chest every day of my life. He quickly slams his mouth back onto mine with a new hunger. One of my hands trails down to his trousers pulling on his belt. "Off" I groan. I love when men listen. He get's off of me, something that I don't enjoy and takes his trousers off, letting me watch him. When he returns i can feel him hard against me as he leaves bites down my neck. A knock comes from the door. His head quirks up as he looks into my eyes. "Leave it they can come back." Nott continues to work himself down my collarbone.