Nott in love

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Ginny was confused and a bit conflicted, there was a part of her that was still very excited to be there, then there was the part where she couldn't believe her luck in encountering probably the only other person in France that did know her. And the fact that person was the child of a death eater.

Her first traitorous thought was the man greeting her had been rather attractive, he was tall and tanned, he had warm brown hair and intense olive-green eyes but, she felt like she recognized him from somewhere. Then he had said his name was Theodore and she knew his initials were T.N, it had fallen into place then.

He didn't quite look the same as he had in school, in fact she would not have thought him attractive at school and not because of the green on his uniform. She thought Blaise Zabini had been sexy while she was at school and she had thought he was a pretentious snob like most Slytherins. Theo had always looked pale and kind of ill, lanky in a way that was just awkward but, now he had a glow to his skin, he looked healthy.

She was so unsure; she could forget this ridiculous idea of branching of on her own or she could hold fast and keep going. The problem was that well, she didn't think she could trust him. He seemed friendly enough and had offered to give her his wand for her comfort and ease of mind. She wasn't naïve though; she'd been through a war and lost things and people she loved from it. She knew as well as anyone who had been through the war that niceties could be feigned.

It could all be a ruse to make her complacent and then she could be taken advantage of, used against her family or just used she supposed. She had never interacted with Theo during school, she was sure though he had a younger brother that had been the year below her. That left no idea into what the Notts were like as people aside from the fathers' reputation and that one was very bad indeed.

She was supposed to be sleeping, that was what she had told him she was doing, the reality was that she needed to figure out if she was going to stay. She wanted to, merlin she wanted to. She had done this big thing on her own and wanted to stick to it, show her family and friends and herself that she could do it.

She wasn't going to be just a name here, she wasn't going to be Harry Potters girlfriend or ex, or the only daughter of the Weasleys. She could just be Ginny and that had been why she really came here, because her year at Beauxbatons had been a blessing she hadn't known she needed. People didn't associate her with others here.

Here she was just Ginny.

If she wrote to anyone and told them what was happening, they would tell her, find somewhere else, to come back and try again later. She didn't want to do that but, if she didn't tell anyone she would be increasing the risk of her being taken advantage of.

She was being silly, the war was over, he looked like he was trying to be different, he had been wearing muggle style clothing for Merlin's sake. She should just stop being so paranoid. She had spoken the truth to him, if she didn't contact her parents or Harry every so often, they would probably come look for her.

A week she thought, she would give it a week and if she was unsatisfied or felt unsafe at any point she would re-evaluate then.

For now, though, she would stay and remain vigilant. She was no shrinking violet; she could handle herself and if Theodore Nott tried anything she would hex his bollocks off.

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Sitting in his office Theo couldn't wipe the image of Ginevra Weasley out of his head. She had been beautiful at school; Theo had thought she was fierce and powerful. Seeing as he was a Slytherin and she a blood traitor he was never allowed to pursue her in school. Not that he thought she would have been attainable.

In his school days he had used his name to work his way through a few witches, he had thought he would marry who ever his father told him to and that would be it. Thus, he chose to bed whatever witch would have him, sow his wild oats as it were. Pansy and Draco had called him a womanizer but, Pansy hadn't complained when he nailed her.

After school he had the biggest dry spell since he had his first witch. The war had ruined his prospects, then he thought the likelihood of someone wanting to marry him was so far reaching that he refused to care enough. So, when he came to France, he had kept his usual womanizing ways. He would woo a witch into his bed for the night or had a few witches who didn't mind as long as they got a meal at somewhere nice.

His roster as he had put it had quickly become boring and lonely. He never thought of himself as a sentimental man, he was a man of simple pleasures. Good food, good wine and good witches and he was fine, recently he had become restless though. He had thought he needed to do more work and so he did, it didn't work. Then he thought he was just bored of his roster so; he left them all and had not been with a witch in months.

That too had not worked. He felt easier, not having the tiresome need to court the witch for an hour of pleasure. That afterwards seemed as empty and his bed in the morning. He had since begun to exercise to work off the need for physical exertion and wank a lot.

Maybe his problem was that he had not been with a woman in so long. Ginevra, was in his head because she was a beautiful witch and he was admittedly lonely. She could have been any witch and he would be feeling this way.

He couldn't actually identify how he was feeling, anxious, excited, happy, hopeful and horny was a combination he wasn't really accustomed to. He could feel his hardness in his pants. He was thinking about her sleeping as he sat there. He was a fucking creep.

What kind of man, what respectable human gets an erection at the thought of a witch sleeping close by. Surely that was some kind of sick perversion, he was trying really hard not to have the thoughts of her sleeping turn erotic. In the end he was a creep, and couldn't help himself.

He undid his pants and sighed at the relief before taking himself into his hand, moving it gently over the sensitive skin. He imagined what that fiery red hair would look like splayed over his bedding with him hovering over her. What her sweet voice would say to him as he entered her, what breathy little noises she would make as he moved.

He sped up his hand gripping himself harder, slicking his shaft with the precum leaking from the tip. He wondered if she would be a moaner or a screamer. Did she like dirty talk or did she prefer to listen to sounds of their bodies moving obscenely together, the slap of skin, the wet sound of their connection and the breathing and groaning of pleasure.

The symphony of sex.

He had honed his skills as a lover to witches, always he sought their pleasure, it was a point of pride that he never leave a witch unsatisfied. He wondered what kind of technique he would use; he would taste her and bring her to the edge. He could hold a witch at the brink of orgasm for a long time.

Soft touches for her soft skin, he would worship her milky skin while pumping himself into her, slow at first, then harder and deeper and faster. He would get himself to the edge and then shove her over, his hand tightened and his movements grew vigorous. The sound of his panting and the squelching of his slick hand filled his office.

He imagined what she would feel like clamping around him, her walls fluttering and milking his cock of his seed. What it would feel like to fill her, he came suddenly his thighs clenching and twitching with the intensity of his orgasm.

Fuck.

He sat reflecting on his actions, cleaned himself with a flick of his wand and groaned in defeat.

Yes, he was a creep and he was ashamed but, no one could see him or judge him his private moments. He just had to make sure he didn't allow the fantasy to merge into reality.

She would not appreciate knowing she was part of his wank bank and that would not garner any good will from her. He would have to be careful around her.

Make sure this lust didn't ruin his future, she could destroy him with one wrong word to the right person. If he was a creep around her, she wouldn't stay and Theo need her to stay.

He went to his shower and turned it cold, when he got out of the shower he went for a fly around the estate. He had to clear his head of her.