Mature content ahead.

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Isla was walking her way down to the library, feeling as if she needed to clear her mind after the letter she'd received the day before.

Her mother penned that she wished for Isla to come home during Christmas break, but that wasn't the thing that bothered the girl. She'd love to visit her mother and sister — it was the part of the letter she needed to reread about three times to catch what her mother was saying.

She wanted Isla to bring one of her choices home with her to meet her family. It caused her to feel terrified.

Not being in a good place with Malfoy, she knew that she could never ask him. He would most likely turn her down either way, and she didn't feel comfortable asking Theodore since he returned to school — things between the two scored differently.

Strolling through the doors, she shrugged the battle of who to bring off of her, and her sight wandered, looking across the few students seated in the library at the late hour.

A truly special boy trapped her attention. She heedlessly marched closer.

''Hi, you,'' Isla let a smile climb onto her lips as she watched the brunet, hunched down at one of the tables, ''Catching up on some homework, are we?''

Theodore's sight flickered, meeting hers in a heartbeat. He felt a curve tugging in the corner of his mouth, biting down his lower lip, ''Hi, you,'' His tone low, huskily, ''And yeah, something like that.''

Her books hugged tightly to her chest. She nodded, her hair spilling around her shoulders, ''How have you been?'' She asked dubiously, ''If I can ask, I mean — I don't want to pry.''

Lifting a brow, he smirked at her. Theo's arms held long over the table, his legs wide and stretched out below it, ''Of course, you can ask how I've been, Clarke. Don't be like that—''

Her smile slowly fading. She slightly frowned confusingly. It didn't feel as if he wanted to speak to her. His demeanor shifted dryly, ''I didn't mean—''

''I've been... good, I think. You?'' He cut her short, his eyes were bored at the books splayed out on the wood, and his fingers fiddled with the quill.

''Good,'' She forced a smile, and she backed up, not meaning to invade his privacy. He didn't answer her, merely huffing out a weak chuckle. He fixed his stare onto his homework.

''Have a good night,'' Isla blurted out nervously, spinning around as quickly as she possibly could, and she disappeared between the bookshelves, out of his sight.

Pinching her eyes shut, her spine struck a shelf, her head tipping back. The embarrassment of that short, painful conversation with Theodore washed over her, humiliation pouring, and she combed a hand through her hair.

It took her moments to collect herself. She wasn't used to that parched tension between them, and she felt so stupid for even approaching him. Turning around to return her old books, picking up a few new ones, she flayed her eyes wide.

Isla flinched.

Squealing as his large frame towered her, his hand pressed against her mouth, ''For God's sake, we're in a bloody library, Clarke. Keep your tone down.''

Isla blinked quickly. She watched Theodore, looking down at her with a smirk curling on his lips. Her hand pathed up to pull his away, ''Me?'' She choked out, her heartbeat pounding, ''I'm not the one sneaking up on people—''

''Shhh!''

It was a harsh hush from someone further down the library, and Theodore had to mangle his lips together not to burst out in laugher, earning a slap on his arm, ''Shhh...'' She whispered, frowning at the boy, ''You'll get us in trouble.''

''Me?'' He mimicked her, ''I'm not the one sneaking up on people—''

Rolling her eyes, she sighed out, tipping her head with a frown, ''What do you want?'' Isla asked, silently now as she took a step back.

Lifting a brow at her acts, a doubtful mantle mastered the boy, ''What do I want?'' Theo mumbled back, taking a step forward for each she caught back, ''Yeah, Clarke. What do I want?''

''I don't know...'' She kept her grimace, her books pressing tighter to her ribs, ''That's why I'm asking you, isn't it?''

Her spine struck the bookshelf behind them. He hovered her, both hands on each side of the furniture, ''I want you to leave me alone—''

Isla's sight drained of the hopeful sparks she carried, her persona sunk, ''I'm sorry—''

''I wasn't done,'' Theodore held so close to her now, on the tipping point of brushing his nose against hers, ''I want you to leave me alone because you, coming in here, when it's basically empty, late at night — isn't working for me, Clarke. Especially not in that skirt.''

Gulping, her chest began to heave at the low rasp in his vocals.

''I'm trying to get over you, Clarke, and that won't happen if all I want is to be underneath you.''

Theo smirked, intimately yet she could lose her breath because of it, ''I can't think about your pretty thighs or that damn scent of your shampoo,'' He tipped his head back, looking her straight in her eyes, ''I can't think about your soft voice when I know how it breaks just at that high — high pitch you're making when you soak my fingers.''

Startlingly, Isla faltered, her eyes snapping away nervously, ''I don't—'' She breathed, ''You can't speak to me like that.''

''Like what?'' Theo grinned, letting his teeth sink into his bottom lip, ''Like the whore I am for you?''

''You can't speak to me like I know how...'' She felt a wave of courage as he looked at her like that, staring her down with pure thirst in his eyes.

Arching her back, Isla pushed her chest into his, pushing herself up on her toes and tracing her lips near his jawline, close to his ear, ''You can't speak to me like that when I know how it feels being fucked by you, Theo...''

Nearly feeling how his pulse quickened, ''When I know how full I feel with you inside me.''

Theodore groaned within his mouth, his hands dropping from the shelf, landing on her hips, and with a swift motion, he lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist.

Isla dropped her books, her arms sheeting around his neck. She bought him nearer, ''When I know how to clench around you, exactly when you need it to make you moan out,''

He drew a sharp breath as she kept going, ''I love whispering those small things in your ear, begging you to come for me, Theo, pleading to let me feel—''

''Fuck you,'' He heaved, his lips parted to let out the heavy breaths, ''I fucking— I can't—''

Nodding, she dragged her hands over his shoulders, feeling how his muscles strained underneath the fabric of his shirt, ''I know we can't,'' She whispered, ''But that doesn't mean that I don't miss it.''

''I miss it more,'' Theo didn't look as smug anymore, he shifted into a state of regret, ''But I can't be with you.''

Wrapping her arms around his neck again, Isla pulled herself into him, feeling how he hugged her back without hesitation, ''I know...'' She said as it ached within, ''Just know that I miss you.''

"I know you do," Theodore lacked his hold of her, letting her down onto the floor again. He stepped back, granting himself space from the girl, "I miss you too."

Sending him a sorrowful look, she nodded slowly, and he withdrew from her altogether, "I guess I'll see you around, Clarke."

It always bothered her when Theodore walked away. Not being able to place her finger upon what, but something inside her went with him.

Huffing out, Isla felt troubled, yet she couldn't help but blush at what had happened, how close he'd been, and how he'd held her. She adored that, him hugging her back.

She shook her head, hair spilling around her as she kneeled to the floor, the tips of her fingers grasping at the books she'd dropped, picking them up to return them.

"And to think you'd be ready on your knees for me, yeah?"

Her doings froze, her eyes peeling wide as she slightly arched her neck, peering up at the blond through her lashes.

He didn't speak to her for days, nearly a week. Not once did he address her, yet she felt his sight as it burnt at her skin from time to time, in class, at lunch, in the common room.

He always seemed to look at her.

''I'm not doing anything for you,'' Rising from her position, Isla dragged her sight from his, not sparing him as much as a glare, ''You made that perfectly clear these past few days—''

''I don't know what you are —'' He lowered his voice as his jaws gritted, hearing how the last students in the library left for the night, ''Like you, then? Like you walking out on me—''

''That's a hell of a way to put it. That's low, even for you, Malfoy. You came into my room, we talked about it, and then the second you find out about Theo being back, you lash out, and you blame me for him—'' Her speaking cut short as he towered her, ''You can't keep blaming me for everything that happens—''

''As if we don't blame each other, Clarke?'' Draco hissed, quirking a brow. A dry smirk came across him, ''As if this little cat and mouse game isn't everything both of us actually enjoy these days? Yeah, I blame you for everything, but so do you — so don't think you're any better than I am.''

Narrowing her sight in his, she chewed on the inside of her cheek, wanting to cuss him out and speak against all the things he'd ever spoken, but at the same time — Isla knew him to be right.

''And don't think I didn't see him walk out of here,'' Draco's smirk faded as a severe gaze seized him, ''Mhm? Did he touch you, Clarke? Did he touch you like I did—''

Feeling as the tension grew wildly around them, she began backing away, her spine pressed against the same bookshelf, ''Did he have you? Did he get to feel you, Clarke? To taste you?''

''So what if he did—'' Isla lied, ''What if he did have me, fucked me and tasted me. What are you going to do about—''

''Fuck, he didn't—did he?'' Draco mumbled, leaning close to her, pushing his body to hers, ''No one will touch you now, not after I had you.''

Swallowing thickly, Isla felt his hands, snaking around her waist, ''He didn't touch me...'' Feeling secure within herself, she tipped her head back, poking her chest out, ''But I wanted him to.''

Draco hissed, his fingers digging into her flesh.

''I wanted him to touch me, Malfoy. Ever since I had him the first time — I've craved for him to touch me...'' Her note was low, mesmerizingly so to him, ''To make me feel like he did that time.''

Nearly gulping, Draco tried to pull her into him — but Isla didn't budge. She simply rose a brow, still with her books hugged to her chest, ''So eager, are you, Malfoy?''

His hand slipping off her completely.

''Let me touch you,'' It came out as a plea from the blond, his breaths unsteady, ''Let me touch you, Clarke. I promise I can make you feel so much better than he ever did—''

''Touch me?'' Isla bit down her lower lip, noticing how intensely he watched it. How it seemed to drown him from within, ''You want to touch me, Malfoy?''

Keeping her face close to his, she bent forward, her sight looking up at his, never breaking the heated eye contact. Letting her breaths fan his skin, she let her lips melt with his jaw, kissing the tiny spot below his ear.

Draco groaned out, ''Fucking hell, Clarke—'' He tried to touch her again, but she simply yanked back, her lips still glued to his throat, leaving fierce kisses down his neck, ''Let me touch you—''

''You can touch me if you come for me...'' Isla leaned back, a playful grin coating her, ''If you come for me — you can touch me.''

His skin reddened, debating within his mind if it was worth it. She was playing with him — he knew she was. She was feeling like she didn't earn any control, and she wished a piece of it back. He understood that yet it didn't anger him — Draco didn't mind it.

He was addicted to rule over her — to make her squirm as she obeyed him, but this was something he was drawn to. Every time Isla raised her voice at him — when she acted as she did now, he'd give up his demand for power.

And that — that he loathed himself for.

That was the main reason as to why he'd stormed out of her room and failed to speak with her for days, all because he felt as if he was losing a piece of himself in her — to her.

As if he gave his solid front up for her to crawl beneath it, and he couldn't have that — still, he wanted to.

''Clarke—'' He breathed, and he watched her, seeing as her lashes fluttered, how her cheeks lightly blushed in a rosy color, her soft smile as it smeared across her lips, ''Don't do this to me—''

''Do what?'' Isla pushed herself up on her toes, her lips leveling his, ''Do what you always do to me?''

Her books falling to the floor, and her fingers ran down his clothed chest, feeling every inch of his toned muscles through his clothing, ''Decide over you?''

Slowly, she undid his shirt, one button at a time, until his heaving upper body was on full display for her. Draco's fists curled around the shelves behind her, keeping her trapped, ''Make you squirm at the tips of my fingers?'' She whispered.

Isla kept going, crashing her lips onto his chest, kissing his skin, ''Hold you on edge, until you feel like you're about to explode?''

She was sucking on his skin now, leaving tiny bruises behind as she marked him, ''What don't you want me to do to you, Malfoy?''

''Clarke—'' He choked out, his icing sight mangled at her from above as she worked her way down his chest, over the muscles firmly outlined on his stomach, ''Don't fucking do this to me, don't make me—''

''Do you want me?'' Isla asked, looking up at him, her tongue running across his abs, ''Do you want us to do this?''

''Fucking hell,'' Draco couldn't keep himself together, feeling as he caved right into her doings. He looked around, hauling his wand out and muttering a spell to make sure they were alone, ''Of course I fucking want you—''

''Then be quiet, Malfoy. We don't want anyone to catch us then, do we?'' Falling to her knees, Isla let her fingers fiddle with his belt, barely making out a thing in the dimmed library.

''Clarke, you're doing things to me, and I can't — fuck—''

Pulling his zipper down, she peered up at him, her eyes hooked with his as she, at a painfully slow pace, dragged his boxers aside, keeping his pants to rest on his hips.

''Don't look at me like that,'' Malfoy couldn't take the tension it brought as her fist wrapped around the base of his cock, easing the throbbing ache he felt as it strained in her hand.

Then he felt how she stopped, her grip loosened, and panic flashed through him, ''Don't, Clarke—'' His nails digging into the timber, ''Don't make me fucking beg—''

''Beg me,'' She bit her lip slightly before letting her tongue draw a flat stripe up his dick, ''Do you want me to put my — what do you call them...'' Inhaling, sharply, ''Right, my pretty lips... Do you want my pretty lips around your cock, Malfoy?''

Draco tried so hard not to.

He sought to fight with everything he had not to cave in to what she was doing to him, but the look of her on her knees, her swollen lips, and her hand slowly stroking his cock — he'd rather give himself to her than not having her like this.

Isla was addicting to him — never could he resist her.

''Fuck off, Clarke,'' He groaned, ''Fucking put that pretty little mouth to use already,''

Smirking, she repeated the action, licking a flat stripe up his cock again, allowing her lips to linger at the head of it, sucking lightly, ''What was that?''

''Fuck—don't make me, Clarke — I can't—'' He stuttered, throaty, and she could hear how infuriated he was.

If Draco could, he'd rip her clothes to pieces and fuck her just as mercilessly as he craved.

''Please—'' Breathing it, nearly inaudible, he placed his wrist over the shelf, leaning his forehead against it, ''Please, Clarke—''

Not wasting another second, she hollowed her cheeks. Isla took most of him into her mouth, a deep stroke at first, and it made him shudder, his eyes rolling, ''Like that — fuck — yeah, Clarke. Just like — hell.''

Allowing her lips to suck around the entirety of his dick, she bobbed her head, feeling as she grew impatient herself. The aching sense in between her thighs almost caused her to feel overwhelmed.

Her fist twitching around him, she felt the faint taste of his precum, ''Do I feel good around you, Malfoy?'' Drool slipping the corner of her mouth as he began to thrust his hips, bucking them forward.

The tip of his cock abused the back of her throat, and she nearly gagged on him. It sounded heavenly to him, hearing her choke on his dick as he delivered harsh thrust following harsh thrust.

''Sucking my cock like a good little whore, do you now?'' Draco gritted, one of his hands tangled into the strands of her hair, and he forced himself deeper, making tears rim in the brim of her eyes, ''My fucking witch. My fucking whore, sucking my cock, feels good, yeah?''

Isla didn't mind him regaining control again — rather the other way around, she loved it. She was weak for the way he degraded her.

''Mhm,'' Humming around him, she let her lashes flutter, but the boy wasn't letting her off the hook of what she'd put him through.

Draco gripped her jaw, making her look up at him as he bucked his hips so harshly into her, ''That's what—'' He growled, his fingers tightening around her jaw, ''—That's what you fucking get, Clarke.''

He saw as tears rolled down her cheek, her eyes needing to squeeze shut out of his roughness, ''Were you on your knees for him?'' Draco spoke, dangerously, ''Were you on your pretty little knees for him, Clarke? Did he fill you up like I do?''

Her body shaking as he pulled out, leaving her gasping for air as he let his tip stroke across her lips. He yanked her head back, ''Stand up,'' Draco urged, his fist gripping his cock as he watched her struggle, ''Get the fuck—''

Isla nodded, standing up in front of him as he grinned at how she so easily let him take control over her again. His unbuttoned shirt trapped her attention, and she noticed the flexing muscles.

His hand moving down her frame, gripping her lower back as he let her chest collide with his, "Do you want this...'' The tip of his cock rubbing in between her thighs, making her breathe out, shakingly, ''Do you want my cock inside you, Clarke?''

Isla stretched her arms out, folding them around his neck, and she pulled him down to her level, making their lips move along the others, ''I want you,'' She mumbled as he bent down, gripping her thighs and lifting her, ''I want you—''

''Yeah?'' His teeth clasped together, catching her bottom lip in between them, ''You want me to take you here? In the library, for anyone to walk in and see you shake on my cock?''

''Yes—'' Isla couldn't hold it back. She needed him. She starved for that release, ''Please, fuck me—''

Draco pressed her spine against the bookshelf, his cock stroking along her clothed core before he hooked his fingers around the thin fabric, and he shoved it aside. Tipping his forehead to hers, he caught every little sound fleeing her lips.

''You're fucking soaked for me—'' Draco mumbled, groaning loudly as his cock slid into her, and so did she. Isla's eyes rolled back, her head falling against the wood, ''And so fucking tight. You're so tight around me.''

''All for you—'' Isla shivered at the sense of his lips, kissing her throat, ''I here, all for you, Malfoy.''

Pushing into her, his cock struggling to place within her, Isla gasped out, her eyes rolling as she nearly lost her breath of the thrust he brought her.

"My—" He pushed harder, "Fucking—" Slamming rougher, "Witch."

Isla whimpered, her lips parting as he kissed her throat, her legs squeezing tightly around him to follow the movements he made as he fucked her.

She was indeed scared to get caught. Her whining along with his groans as he slammed into her mercilessly echoed through the shelves, but at the same time, she was too consumed in the boy forcing his cock deeper within her.

"Fuck, Clarke," Draco muttered, pushing his lips to where her pulse was beating, growling at the sensation of her nails clawing at his shoulders, "Take all of me."

Malfoy stretched her, letting her body sink down onto his cock as he slipped out enough for her to cry out at the empty loss before he bucked his hips, and he crashed right into her again, over and over.

It felt to her as if he was punishing her, her clothed spine scratching against the wood behind her — her body bouncing as he kept them in sync, reaching the place he knew would make tears roll down her cheeks and the air in her lungs to be restricted.

Draco's head dropped to her shoulder, kissing her collarbone, sucking and marking her just like she did to him, and it made her eyes flicker — her sight snapping to the end of the row of bookshelves paralleled with the one he was fucking her against, and she froze, slightly.

Theodore.

Standing with his shoulder tilted onto a bookshelf, his arms crossed over his chest, and he looked right at her. Studying her as his best friend fucked her.

That glint in his eyes, ripping him apart in jealousy, caused her to shudder. His messy curls as they fell over his forehead made her heart miss a beat, but the way he was scanning her — that twitch in his eyebrow and the tongue rolling across his lower lip as she moaned out. It earned the knot in her stomach to unravel.

"Fuck, I can feel you clenching around me," Draco grunted, his lips still attacking her skin as she whined, "I can feel how fucking close you are."

Theo nodded towards her, bowing his head quickly, and he almost dared her to come for Malfoy. To see if his friend could shatter her world as he had done and Isla did.

Feeling as Draco's cock hit that sweet spot inside her, slamming into her from below, filling her up so that she felt like exploding — her high reached its peak.

"Malfoy, I'm—" Isla looked down at the blond, her fingers moving over his neck and tangling the tips of them into his hair, "I think I'm—"

"My name," Malfoy mumbled, lifting his head to watch her squirm around him, "Say it. I want everyone to hear my name when you come, and I want to hear you cry for me."

"Dra— fuck—Draco," Isla trembled, her body shaking as euphoria shredded, making her crumble and fall apart in his arms, "Draco, I'm—"

"Come on my cock, Clarke," He gritted, feeling his own orgasm as it pushed through his veins, "Fall apart on me, come on, fucking soak me."

Filling her up with his seed, Draco moaned out himself, trembling to keep them both plain, "You feel so—fuck—fucking good around me. I can't fucking think—"

Both of them were out of breath as he let his lips press tightly to hers, kissing her with all the strength he possessed before he let her down, still holding her so that she wouldn't fall over.

Isla let her stare gaze through the library, seeing that the brunet had vanished, and she felt Draco's wand pressing into her lower stomach, whispering the spell to protect them.

"You're so unbelievable, Clarke..." Buckling his belt, he let his fingers brush over her jaw. The dampness of her skin shone in the dim lights, "How will I ever get enough of you?"

She smiled shyly as she felt him tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear, "Then don't get enough of me, Malfoy..."

Cocking his head, he rolled his tongue over his bottom lip, "I don't share, Clarke. I don't like sharing, and I can't share you with him."

There it was again, she believed—the tiny comments of her being their property and it stung inside her, making her feel insecure.

"I'm not someone you can share, Malfoy. I don't belong—"

"Oh, for fucks sake," Draco annoyingly seethed, "Here we go again, don't we? It's always going to be this! Isn't it?"

Her eyes hooded, squinting slightly as he backed away, "You will never let him go, will you? He doesn't want you, Clarke! He doesn't want to be with you, he doesn't want to fuck you, so why—"

Clearing his throat and looking away from her, he continued, "Why are you still settling for that? Why do you keep—"

The heartbreaking shift in her pupils hewed him off, and he frowned as he came to the most painful realization yet, "You're in love with him?"

Not saying a word, her sight flickered to the ground, and she swallowed the hurting lump in her throat.

She didn't deny it.

"You're—" Draco hushed, stepping back even further, and it felt like his insides would rupture, "You want him? You want all of him, but you just want me for this?"

He was glaring at her now, disbelief soaring within, "You—"

"Draco, it's not—"

"Don't," He snapped, shaking his head as the blond strands fell over his eyebrows. He couldn't look at her anymore, "Don't you dare lie to me. Don't you fucking dare pity me right now — just tell me."

Isla couldn't shape a word. It hurt her tremendously to know that he was right.

She was in love with Theodore. She felt things for Theo that she failed to feel for Draco, but she was also — if not more attached to the blond.

Theodore made her happy, calm indeed but Draco.

Draco rose a storm within her. He caused her to question everything, to think, and to revalue all the things in her life.

His eyes widened, hearing her thoughts as they spoke loudly enough for him, and he scoffed, "You know what? I'm so fucking done."

Tears rimmed in her eyes, wetting the skin underneath them, "Please," She whispered, "I don't— I'm not—"

"Go to fucking hell—" Draco hissed, yanking back from the touch she tried to grant him. He didn't want her to lay a hand on him right now, "Both of you can just piss off."

Isla felt drops of tears running down her cheeks, discreetly, "Please, Draco—"

She didn't want him to leave her.

Isla couldn't stand the part where he was leaving her. Everyone left and for Draco to do it too when he was the one — no matter how upset he was with her, he always came back for her.

He didn't want to stay anymore.

"You always accused me of using you when you really were the one using me," His tone threatening, "I was nothing more than a fuck for you, was I?"

"What about you then?" Isla fired back, yet not enough power for him to take her seriously, "What about the letter you kept from me? What about everything you've—"

"What fucking letter?" He paused, his lips pushed together, "I lost that bloody letter, I told you I did—"

"Then why did I find it in your room? Why did I find it ripped open in your room? Why do you think I left you that night, Malfoy?" She questioned, wiping a tear off her drained skin, "If it wasn't for you and your cruel actions all the time—"

"I didn't open your bloody letter, and I didn't hide it from you!" He yelled, combing his hands through his hair, "This is what I mean, I question you, and you find some wicked way to make it my fucking fault! All because you're too scared to admit that you're in love with him—"

"It's not like that!" She was shouting now, her voice breaking, "It's not—I'm not in love with him, and I'm not in love with you. I can't be. I can't be in love with either of you because it won't work. He doesn't want me, no. But neither do you!"

Frowning, he breathed heavily, "How do you know that? How do you fucking know what I want or not?"

"Because you're still in love with her! I will never be what she was to you, and we both know it. This is fun, like you said, right? This cat and mouse game, it's fun, but when it comes down to it — when it's us feeling something, you lash out! You do this. You find every single reason not to have me!"

He blinked quickly.

"It's always going to be this! No matter how much you want me and no matter how much I want you — We'll always mess it up because we're scared. We are perfect for each other, and that's so scary, Draco because Theo is perfect for me too! I would choose you if I knew that you'd choose me back, and I'd choose him if I truly believed that he'd choose me — I'd choose both of you every time because you two make me feel things no one else has! But you, Malfoy — you are so mean to me, but at the same time, you care for me more than anyone right now, but you're not choosing me back, are you?"

"Clarke..."

Her chest heaving as she pushed herself off the shelf, walking past him with tears streaming down her cheeks.

Their eyes matched as she spun around, "No matter how much I want you, this won't work. It's like with matches, even if they burn perfectly together, one always burns out."

He didn't want to leave anymore. This hurt him more than anything ever had, knowing that they were so close to something, only to have it ripped away.

Pansy indeed meant a lot to him, and it pained him when she left. Isla was right. He was scared. Draco was frightened out of his mind that the chaotic girl standing in front of him would leave him too if he ever got a real chance to be with her.

He was terrified to get too attached, only for her to leave him behind like, everyone else did.

"Don't—fuck, Clarke—please."

With that, Isla walked away.

Hearing as he cursed and shouted behind her, Draco tore books to the floor, throwing them across the library as he felt the world shattering around him.

Storming out in the hallways, her spine struck the brick-covered wall, and she slipped down. Her knees hugged to her chest as she cried.

Drenching her clothes and her mind felt worn and battled.

She couldn't think. Not a proper thought was processed in her mind as she flinched back by the boy approaching her.

His frame was dark by the shadows as he kneeled down next to her.

"Theodore?" She whispered, her voice held thinly, drying her tears, but his hand wrapped around her wrist to stop her, letting his own thumb graze over the pearls of liquid instead.

He looked at her softly, huffing out a faint sigh, "Come with me, Clarke. I'd like to show you something."

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