Heirs of darkness || Theodore Nott

Reflections of desire(6)

The day began like any other, with the usual hum of chatter filling the corridors of Hogwarts as students made their way to their first class. But for Aurora Black and Theo Nott, it wasn't just another day. It was a day that had started with a sly smirk from Theo at breakfast, a silent challenge that Aurora had accepted with a glint in her eye.

It was in Potions, during Horace Slughorn class, that the teasing began. Aurora was carefully slicing up her ingredients when she felt Theo's hand slowly inch closer under the table. She didn't react at first, keeping her focus on her potion, but when his fingers brushed against her thigh, she nearly dropped the knife. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear.

"Careful, Aurora," he whispered, his voice laced with amusement. "You wouldn't want to mess up your potion."

Aurora shot him a warning look, but Theo's smirk only deepened as his fingers trailed higher. Her heart pounded as she felt his hand slip beneath her skirt, his fingers brushing lightly against her. She bit down on her lip, determined not to let any sound escape as he started to rub her slowly. It was a torturous pace, enough to send waves of pleasure coursing through her, but not enough to push her over the edge.

Theo watched her, his gaze dark with mischief, as she tried to maintain her composure. Her breathing grew shallow, her hand gripping the edge of the table as she fought to keep control. Just when she was teetering on the brink, he pulled away, his hand retreating as if nothing had happened. Aurora shot him a furious glare, but Theo simply winked at her before turning his attention back to his potion.

The game continued in Divination. Aurora, determined to turn the tables, waited until Professor Trelawney was droning on about the significance of tea leaves before she made her move. She deliberately knocked her quill off the table, and when she bent down to retrieve it, she made sure to lift her skirt just enough for Theo to get a tantalizing glimpse of her bare thighs. She straightened up with an innocent smile, pretending not to notice the way Theo's jaw clenched and his eyes darkened with desire.

At lunch, the tension between them had reached a boiling point. Aurora sat down next to Theo at the Slytherin table, her eyes full of unspoken promises. When she slid onto his lap, it was as if she had thrown down the gauntlet. She shifted subtly, her body pressing against his in a way that made his breath hitch. Aurora could feel the hardness of his arousal against her, a silent testament to the effect she was having on him.

"Careful, Theo," she murmured, echoing his earlier words. "Wouldn't want anyone to notice."

Theo's eyes narrowed in challenge. Two could play this game. Without warning, he started bouncing his leg beneath her, sending jolts of pleasure through her core. Aurora bit down on the inside of her cheek, her hands gripping the edge of the table as she tried to maintain her composure. The movement was subtle enough not to draw attention, but the effect it had on her was undeniable.

Theo's hand rested on her thigh, his fingers tracing lazy circles as he continued to bounce his leg. Aurora was close, so close, and she knew that if she didn't leave now, she'd lose this round. With a frustrated sigh, she pushed herself off his lap, shooting him a glare that promised retribution later. Theo merely chuckled, watching her as she stormed off to her next class.

The real challenge came that evening in the Slytherin common room. With most of their housemates occupied with their studies or other activities, Theo and Aurora found themselves alone. The fire crackled softly in the hearth, casting flickering shadows across the room as Aurora sat beside Theo on the green velvet couch.

She leaned in close, her hand brushing against his thigh as she whispered in his ear. "You've been teasing me all day, Theo. I think it's time I got my revenge."