In which the sun polar the moon and chaos parts in the midst of it. "Are you my sweet witch or Nott's pretty girl, Clarke?" Draco grinned as she bucked her hips, inching herself closer on his lap. Isla smiled, provokingly and she brushed her lips against his, holding her stare in Theodore's from across the room. Leaning in as she whispered, "Both." ____ A Theodore Nott & Draco Malfoy fanfiction with a bunch of messy plots. Trigger warnings. This book contains mature content such as sexual scenes, sometimes heavy and violent sexual scenes, violent actions, toxicity, alcohol, the use of nicotine, and foul language. All the characters in this book are over the age of 18. ____ I do own Isla Grace Clarke, Mila Walker, Leo, and Ava Green, along with the plots created by me, but other than that, I do not own any of the characters/events in this book. All credits go to J.K Rowling.

"You look gorgeous, my Princess," he whispered in her ear as their bodies moved to the music. His Princess. 'My Princess.' His Princess. She didn't know if it was the alcohol in her system, but she could've sworn she felt butterflies in her stomach. "I know," she breathed. His hands slid down to her ass, tugging her closer as if they weren't already pressed against each other. Her fingers laced in his soft, platinum hair, dancing to the music as though there was no one else in the room. ~ Do not read if you're younger than 14!