Mature content ahead.

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Theodore had apparated himself away that night. He didn't wish to cause any harm upon Isla — that he knew would come from the blond finding him without any clothes on in her room.

He never understood why Malfoy would go to the grave extent to convince Isla to accompany him to the ball — only to leave her alone behind. It never clocked his mind once why he'd do that.

Why his best friend would disturb someone he claimed to hate so viciously. Not that it bothered him — not in the slightest. Theo knew where he and Isla stood, that he'd never tangle himself with the other girl that seemed to bother her anymore.

Even if she indeed never told him to stop seeing her — he did it anyway. He couldn't possibly stand the shame it caused to play with another person as he did. He toyed with that girl for his own pleasure and to earn a reaction from the girl he really wished to feel as she shook beneath him.

Theodore wasn't a bad guy — far from it, but being in a constant battle of owning up to his feelings and being in a loop of neverending denial, made him questionable.

Especially to Isla. She didn't understand much herself. She'd never done this before — she didn't know how to set boundaries and restrain from things that weren't proper. All she could do was to explore her way ahead and do the best she knew how.

''I don't think that's a good idea,'' Isla beamed, shaking her head at her friends resting on the couch across from hers, ''I need to study anyways—''

''Oh, come on!'' Leo called out for her, making a grimace at her stiff answer, ''It's one day. One day of no studying, no problems—'' He held his talk, peering around for a swift look, ''And no Ava, it doesn't get better than that, does it?''

Mila scoffed, shouldering the boy to the side as she shot him a glare, ''That's your sister, Leo.''

''And it's mean—'' Isla filled in, pushing her lips together not to be too obvious that she too found amusement in his comment, ''Don't be mean.''

''Who's mean?''

Isla froze, slightly by the dark, husky voice growling behind her before she felt the eased pressure of two hands, gripping her shoulders, her eyes flickered, staring down at the popping veins embedded into his skin.

''Me, apparently,'' Leo sighed, rolling his eyes as Mila studied the boy behind Isla cautiously.

''Hi, you,'' Theodore mumbled close to her ear as shivers spread down her spine due to the vibrating voice.

Her neck arched, looking up at him fully as his hands tensed around her shoulders, ''Hi, you,'' She smiled, ''What gives us the honors?''

Theodore merely smirked at the question, letting go of her as he strode around the couch, flopping down next to her instead. His arms settled along with the backrest of the sofa and his legs held wide.

''So, we're skipping—'' Leo rose again, a hopeful glint in the corner of his eyes as he nodded towards Theodore, ''We're skipping class tomorrow. Mila found this lake not far from here and what's better to end the summer with, if not—''

''I said that I have to study,'' Isla crossed her arms, feeling the warmth of Theodore's arm, resting behind her neck as his piercing stare burnt into her side, ''I have a test, and I have detention.''

''I don't care,'' Leo grinned, tilting his head to Mila, ''If miss Ravenclaw is going, so are you, and that only leaves Nott over here.''

Isla's spine stretched at the statement, including Theodore's name. She wasn't expecting Leo to invite him.

''What about me?'' Theodore cocked his head, looking away from the girl he'd been observing, ''Do you want me to come with you to this little lake of yours?''

Mila's eyes narrowed, her neck snapped as she bent forward — nearly intimidating him for a moment. She could feel just how the tension between her friend and the boy she was seated next to had shifted tremendously, but she couldn't quite place her finger upon what.

''Yes,'' She spoke up, still looking at Theo with severity, ''If you want to, of course, and I think Isla over here would be more intrigued to go if you're joining us.''

Isla's cheeks brunt in a red color, feeling more than ashamed for how her friends were acting, that she didn't own the strength to spare the brunet a glare.

''Well, if miss Clarke over here wants me to come, I'll make room,'' His neck moved to watch her again, and she pressed the pillow in her lap, tightly against her chest. She could feel how he leaned closer, tracing the tips of his fingers across her neck.

Theo's nose tickled by the strands of her hair, ''I'll come for you in more ways—''

''Fine!'' Isla shook her head, shrugging the brunet away from her, ''I'll go, and Theodore can come with us.''

The girl caved in completely to Theodore and the words he was speaking. He had such a hold on her with his way of putting sentences together.

Theodore stayed put, his breaths heated upon her skin as he growled, lowly within the flesh of his own mouth, ''I'll come, alright—''

''Theodore!'' Isla laughed out, her hands pushed at him to pry him away from her, ''That's enough—''

''Is it?''

Isla once again froze at the words spoken behind her, and the dominant voice earned a grunt from Theodore as he leaned back from her, shaking his head at Mila and Leo in the beliefs that they all already predicted where this was going.

''Malfoy,'' Leo spoke, annoyingly as Mila mangled her lips together not to laugh at the blond's nerve, ''We were actually in the middle of something if you don't mind—''

Draco didn't acknowledge the Slytherin. He bored his sight into Isla's startling figure, snapping his eyes between how close she and Theodore were sitting.

''Clarke, I need a word—'' Draco said. His chest heaved, but she didn't spin around to face him.

Her head simply shook, ''No, I'm busy—''

''Hell you are,'' Draco muttered, dangerously as he gripped the backrest of the sofa harder, ''I said that I needed a word with you, and when I do—''

''Not busy anymore, I presume?'' Theodore smirked, shooting a glare at the blond over his shoulder.

Draco frowned. His eyes darkened, ''Not that it's any of your business, Nott, but Clarke and I over here was more than busy—''

''What do you want?'' Isla snapped, feeling the rage within her as it tugged at her temper, ''What can you possibly want now?''

''Where were you yesterday?'' Draco shot back, his jaws clenching, ''I went to your room, but you didn't open the fucking—''

''Where were you yesterday, Malfoy?'' Mila pitched in from across the furniture, her arms folded over her chest, ''If you were Isla's date as you promised her to be, why would you have to go look for her at the end of the night, if you didn't disappear first?''

His lips parted, his eyes broadened at the brown-haired girl's talk. He felt as his fingers balled into fists and he inhaled, deeply not to lose it, ''None of your concern, Ravenclaw,'' Draco spat, his tone laced with disgust, ''Now speak to me again and I'll—''

''What?'' Mila smiled provokingly, ''Hex me? With your third-year magic? I don't think so, Malfoy. Now do all of us a favor and leave. We were in the middle of something.''

Isla's gasped silently at what her friend had said. She knew Mila to be upright, honest  — but she never took the girl for doing what she just did, speak against a Slytherin in their own common room, but Mila wouldn't be Mila if she didn't.

''You fucking—'' Draco rose, shaking his head at all of them.

''Don't embarrass yourself more, Malfoy. Run after Parkinson and tell her hello from me, would you?'' Theodore taunted, grinning at the blond from below, ''We have a trip to plan.''

Draco's skin paled, as did his knuckles. He couldn't believe this.

''That's enough, Nott.'' Draco talked back, staring down at the clock on his wrist, ''But you should get going, shouldn't you? We don't want to keep your little Hufflepuff waiting now, would we? Don't you two fuck—''

''No,'' Theodore countered, calmly, ''I'm...'' He paused for a mere minute, sending Isla a pleased frown, ''That's not a thing anymore, but you go ahead. You seemed to enjoy my seconds last time.''

The instant Draco caught onto the look Theodore granted Isla, and that little twitch in the corner of her mouth as he did — caused his eyes to grow wide and his teeth to grit. He didn't bother to address the rude comment Theo had made about being with Pansy before he was.

''That's fucking enough,'' Draco cursed, hit by Theodore's mean comment, ''That's fucking enough, Nott.''

''And why is that? Because you don't know how to—'' Theodore raised his voice, pushing himself off the couch to fully face the blond, but the second he meant to do so — Isla gripped his arm, standing tall on her feet next to him.

''Walk me to class?'' She urged, her note airy in the panic of the two battling back and forth, ''Please, Theodore—'' She held him tighter, making him tear the intense eye contact he had with Malfoy apart.

''You don't have class until—'' Leo rose, but the slap on the arm he got from Mila for doing so made him quiet down.

''Just walk me to class, please,'' It was half a plea. She didn't want to cause any trouble. She just wanted Theodore to leave with her before it turned even worse.

Theo groaned. His jaws sharpening as he stared right at her, ''Fine.''

She held onto him, slightly dragging him back with her — away from the blond boy who didn't take his eyes off of her once.

''I'll see you later,'' Isla mumbled, looking agonizing at her friends before they walked out, leaving Draco behind.

''What was that?'' Theodore frowned, peering down at her as they walked side by side, ''Why did he say that the two of you were busy yesterday?''

It was an icing chock of electricity, jolting through her every nerve at the question. She didn't know what to say or how to answer what he'd asked.

Isla loathed to lie, but now — at this time, with Theodore walking next to her, his arms nudging hers as they strolled down the corridor — she couldn't bear to tell him the truth.

''Nothing,'' She forced a smile, her note laced with as much honesty as she could bring, ''I think he's mad that I left yesterday, and he's trying to get back at me.''

Theodore nodded rapidly before he halted in his steps, his hand on her arm as he stopped her from walking away from him. She leveled him entirely and looked up at him.

''Do you regret what we did—'' He cleared his throat, awkwardly, ''What we did after the ball yesterday? I would've stayed with you—''

Isla squinted, gazing at him through her lashes. Her fingers tangled together in front of her, ''No,'' She breathed, ''Of course, I didn't, and I didn't expect you to stay.''

His head tilted, smiling shyly at her, ''I wanted to stay.''

Her eyes rolled playfully as she shoved him back a bit, mocking him in her own ways, ''Well, you can stay next time.''

Theodore quirked a brow, his face shocked, ''So it's going to be a next time, huh?'' He let his tongue graze along his bottom lip as she shook her head. The long strands of hair spilled around her.

''Oh, don't be so full of yourself,'' She taunted, her skin flushed at the tension, ''But I wouldn't mind if there was a next time...''

Theo stilled, cocking his neck as his eyes glued in hers, ''Neither do I,'' His hands dragged through his hair before he strode past her, ''Let's not get you late to that class you're apparently not having.''

Isla's eyes squeezed shut out of the humiliation, and she hesitantly stalked after him.

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''There's a waterfall?'' Leo shouted, stumbling his way down the rocks as the lake they marched to find began to show, ''You didn't tell me there was a waterfall here.''

He turned to face Mila, smiling widely at the sight of nature pouring over the rocks, ''How did you even find this place?''

''My brother told me about it,'' She smiled back, her voice breathy from all the walking, ''He went here with his friends their last year.''

Leo merely nodded, shifting back around to keep going down the tiny path they were walking on. Isla tried as best as she could to hear what they were saying, but she couldn't hear a thing due to the muffled sound of running water.

She kept on going after her friends, at times turning around herself to see that Theodore still was behind her, and he was — in nothing but his pants. He'd taken his shirt off, and his muscles flexed by his heavy breathing.

Every time she placed her eyes upon him, watching the outlined chest of his as he smirked at her caused her whole being to melt.

''Why don't you just take a picture, Clarke—'' He paused, pushing his lips together as she scowled at him, ''Isla, I mean—'' Theodore chuckled, amused with her rolling eyes and her shrugging as she walked ahead of him again.

''Watch that attitude of yours, or I'll throw you—'' He grinned, shouting after her.

''I dare you,'' Isla turned around again, matching his charming smile, ''Throw me in the water, and I'll throw you—''

She didn't have any chance of concluding her sentence before Theodore rushed closer, dipping down to grab her by her thighs, and he threw her across his shoulder, ''What was that?'' He snickered, feeling her palms slamming into his exposed back, ''You'd throw me where?''

''Let me down, Theodore!'' She laughed out, hanging over his spine, ''Theodore, let me down right now or I'll—'' She squealed at him as he gripped her legs tighter.

Isla's skin shivered by his large hands as he held onto her, taking quick steps to the edge of the cliff, and he, without notice, dragged her backpack away from her, flinging it to the ground in a rough move.

Her friends caught onto what they were doing as they chuckled at her helpless self, ''Good luck there, mate—'' Leo dropped his own bag to the ground, threading his shirt over his head, leaving himself in nothing but his shorts.

Theodore booted his shoes off before he stepped to the edge of the cliff, ''What was that?'' He lacked the hold of her, letting her slip down into his arm as he held her over the water, ''Was that a threat?''

''No, no, no—'' Isla couldn't form a proper sentence, ''Please, I beg you—''

Theodore shook his head gaily, ''You'll beg me alright, but not yet,'' He growled, close to her cheek, breathing heavily onto her skin, before he — without notice, threw her down into the water.

It scored coldly around her, yet with a soothing warmth as she swam back up, her hair was a complete mess around her — her clothes soaked by the clear water.

Her friends walked to the edge, staring down at her, ''Is it cold?'' Mila shouted, letting her dress slip off her body to try and jump herself, ''I don't want to go down there if it's cold—''

''Why don't you try it yourself?'' Leo grinned as his hands closed around her body, and he threw her in just as Theodore did with Isla.

'' Is it cold, Walker?'' The two boys laughed at them as they were swimming their way back to the rocks.

Isla and Mila climbed back up, drenching wet by what the boys had done to them. Isla muttered, mad that he'd thrown her into the water with her dress on, but she didn't falter with dragging it off her — leaving her just as exposed in her bikini.

Theodore's eyes widened, and even if he'd seen her more than exposed a few nights prior — it was different to watch her in the sunlight. His mouth slightly hung as Leo noticed, shoving him to the side.

''She's practically my sister, you know that, right?'' He faked a frown, looking serious as Theodore nodded, slowly with his eyes still smeared at her, ''Nott, keep those filthy hands of yours in check, will you?''

Theo's head snapped on his way to agreeing with the boy before Mila came running from behind them, and she wrapped her arms around Leo, tugging him with her in a jump off the cliff. 

Isla laughed at that — the sound Leo made as he fell down the edge.

''Think that's funny, Isla?'' Theodore smirked, biting down on his lower lip as she walked closer to him.

''What if I do?'' Her hands on her hips, pouting at him, ''What are you doing about it, Nott?''

Theodore scoffed pleasantly at her attitude. He couldn't help but enjoy her bit of fierce temper, ''Throw you over again? Perhaps?'' He mocked her back, earning a snicker to fall off her lips as she stared right at him.

It was beautiful here, truly. The sun shone brightly as the lake glimmered heavenly. The rocks around the water almost formed a cave, and the tiny stone-covered beach at the bottoms of it matched the icing blue perfectly.

She had no clue that this place ever existed and so close to school.

Isla stepped up to the edge, diving over it, and Theodore wasn't slow to follow — he jumped in, right after her.

The panic of him haunting her in the water caused her to squeal and swim away from him as fast as she could, but Theodore was way more athletic than she could ever be, and he caught up with her as she made her way to the cave under the waterfall.

''Stop it!'' She chuckled, turning around to see as he shook his head from the pouring water he'd swam under, ''Theodore, I'm—''

His hands closed around her waist, pulling her straight into him as her fingers grasped at his shoulders, ''Finally...'' He mumbled, shooting a sneaky look around to see that they were hidden behind the falling water, ''I've been waiting to get you alone.''

''Have you now?'' Isla smiled, his nose brushing against hers, ''What if I waited to get you alone too...''

Theodore hissed at that, grunting along with the muffled sounds of running water. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he let his hands slide down her lower back, ''Mhm, and here we are.''

He was so close to her now, his lips on the tipping point of colliding with hers, ''Here we are,'' She whispered, stretching her spine, arching her chest into his at the way he gripped her hips, slowly rocking her against him underneath the water.

''Theodore—'' Isla gasped, her fingers tangled into the wet strands of his hair as she brought herself the lasting inches closer to him, ''God—''

It felt like heaven to her, sensing as he was straining hard against her clothed core. She allowed her hips to follow his movements, breathing heavily over the shell of his ear.

''You drive me fucking crazy,'' Theodore groaned, catching her bottom lip in between his teeth, ''You drive me so fucking insane. I can't think about anything else than you, clenching around me.''

Isla gulped, her chest heaving at the way he caused her to feel, ''Theo—'' She breathed out, her eyelashes fluttered before she crashed her lips against his.

Theodore melted into that without delay as he let his hand collide with the rocks behind them, keeping them steady.

The water level held perfectly. He could stand on his feet as it flooded up to his chest, ''Let me feel you again,'' He whispered into her mouth, ''Let me have you like that again, right here.''

Isla nodded eagerly as she kissed him, clinging onto him, tasting the sweet taste of his lips, merging with hers, ''Feel me, Theo," She gasped at his hand, moving to push her bikini aside.

They both knew that they didn't have any time — Mila and Leo could swim in on them in a minute or two.

''Tell me to stop,'' He mumbled, still moving his lips against hers, his hand tugged his own shorts down, ''Tell me to stop and tell me that we shouldn't be doing this.''

Isla whimpered, feeling as he lined up at her entrance, stroking his cock against her, ''Don't stop—''

''Tell me to fucking stop,'' He growled out as he kept on sliding his tip along her, and she whined out.

Even below water, he made her squirm, ''Tell me not fuck you, because if I start—'' He slowly pushed forward, his hand still on the rocks behind her to keep her spine from pushing against them.

''Don't stop, please—''

''I won't be able to stop—'' Theodore grunted into the kiss as he forced himself into her, hissing loudly at the feeling of her clenching around him immediately, ''Fucking hell—''

Both of them moaned out.

''Yes,'' Isla lowered herself, meeting his gesture as he began to buck his hips into hers, allowing his cock to stretch her fully, ''Oh my— Theo, don't stop—''

It was that heavenly fusion of pain and pleasure that caught her senses again. Her breaths were ragged as he rose to pound into her, harder and harder for each thrust.

Her body followed his, and his dick reached places within her as he held her this way. Theodore ripped their lips apart, one of his hands glued to her waist as he filled her up.

Isla's eyes rolled back, her head tipping against the stone behind her as the satisfaction and the excitement of him fucking her in the water, with the chance of someone catching them — wavered.

He was pounding into her at a punishing pace, his lips traveling down her throat, ''Fuck, you fit me so fucking well,'' He let his teeth graze along her wet skin, water splashing around them, ''Your pretty little cunt is made for me.''

''Yes—'' Isla tried to suppress her moan, not to be all too obvious what they were up to, ''It's made for you, oh—''

She couldn't speak. Soft trails of whines fled her throat as he kissed it, sucked on it, marked it. He was touching her wildly, his cock slipping out before pushing back in harder, ''Fuck, Isla—''

Theodore's firm muscles flexed against her skin.

Her arms around his neck tensed as she brought her head back up, gazing into the eyes that already stared at her as they both smiled, moaning into each other's parted lips.

Her chest pressed so tightly against his as the knot in her stomach was on the edge of rupturing, ''Theo, I'm—'' She heaved, sucking on his bottom lip, clawing at his back, ''I'm—''

His hand on the stone behind her scratched the rocks violently as they began to fall. He was so brutal with his touch around everything but her.

Isla noticed, her fingers around his neck softened as she took his jaws in her palms, placing soft kisses on his upper lip. Even through her own release, she tried to comfort him.

"Come for me," Isla kept on kissing him gently, easing the shame he felt for being so forceful, "Let me feel you too—"

''Fuck—'' Theodore rasped, lowly, ''Fuck, you're clenching me so fucking tight, I'm—''

Her high came crashing down over her. Her legs shook around him as he mercilessly fucked her through it, enjoying every second of her moaning his name. Isla was, once again, a complete mess — and it was all for him.

Theodore chased his own orgasm, gripping her waist roughly before he rocked harder against her. She was falling apart in his arms, and there wasn't a thing he'd rather come undone for — than her.

He pulled out of her, quickly as he came, his forehead dropped to her shoulder, kissing her skin to hold himself from moaning too loud.

A few moments of them, gathering themselves seized before their eyes met. Isla and Theodore both blushed as he wrapped his other hand around her, hugging her close to him, ''Pretty girl,'' He said, looking at her as she shyly smiled.

''What is going on here—''

Isla and Theodore pushed each other apart, creating space between them as he hastily pulled his shorts back up, and she fixed her bikini, ''Nothing, we'll be right out,'' Theodore smirked, looking away from Leo as he tried not to laugh.

Isla's eyes rolled, swimming after her friend as she shoved Theodore to the side, sending him an annoyed glare.

It didn't fit well with the brunet, and he gripped her arm, dragging her closer in the water again as their skin fused together.

His face near hers, ''You're paying for that look, you know,'' He grinned, eyeing her down as she pushed away from him,

''I'm counting on it, Nott.''

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