Mature content ahead.

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"More," Isla begged as Theodore pushed inside her, sinking his cock into her depths and rolling his eyes back at the way it caused his skin to shiver.

''More, more, more—'' She whimpered, soaked and flushed. Her fingers tangled into the sheets of her bed, ''I need more of you.''

''I'll hurt you,'' He groaned, gripping her legs as he kissed the tender skin of her ankles, ''You can't fit all of me.''

''Yes—'' Isla loudly moaned. Her hands grasped at her own hair as her legs pushed against his chest, ''Yes, I can, Theo—please—''

''I'm so fucking deep already,'' He grunted, forcing his cock in and out of her at a quick pace, trying to stretch her wider, ''I can't fit all way—''

Theodore was standing on the floor, his knees brushing against the edge of the bed as Isla laid on it, her legs draped across his chest.

Bending forward, her knees settled over his shoulders, and she whined out at the strokes he made, how his cock repeatedly slammed into her mercilessly.

''Please,'' Isla nearly cried out, opening her eyes and looking up at him, ''I need all of you, I want all of it.''

''I'm going to fucking break you, Isla—'' Theodore rolled his hips, crashing them against hers, ''You can't take more—''

She clung onto him, her legs dropping from his shoulders as she threaded her arms across his neck and she kissed him. Tongues battled, lower lips bruised as she felt him go harder, rougher in the way she was starving for.

Moans crowded the four walls of her room, the air filled with mist at the way they'd been teasing the other for nearly an hour. Arching her back, ''I want more, I want all of you. Just let me have all of you—''

''Fucking hell,'' Theodore tucked his hands between the mattress and her spine as he lifted her. He hunched at the brim of the bed, placing her in his lap. His cock still buried inside her, ''Fuck, Isla. I'll ruin you—''

''Then ruin me—'' She whispered, interrupted by a moan as it cleared her throat. The sense of his cock as it reached further caused her to choke on her own sounds, ''Like this, yes, yes—''

He was filling her up, angling her above him to give her everything she wanted, and his arms sheeted her back, ''Move, move for me.''

Rolling her hips, lowering herself onto him, and gasping out, her palms pushed into the muscles smeared to his chest, and she shoved him back.

Throwing her head back and bucking above him, his cock stretched her cunt at a painful reach. Tears prickled in her eyes, stars shaping as the ache spiraled into pleasure.

Theodore looked at her. His eyes couldn't drag across her more vividly than they already did, ''Pretty girl,'' He growled, studying every detail of her, ''My pretty girl—''

Her hair spilled wildly, her skin layered in a thin coat of sweat as it fused with his, ''You're the pretty one,'' Isla smiled, her lips staying parted.

He reached his hand up, gripping her jaw as he forced his thumb in between her teeth, and he yanked her back over him. Nearly losing it at the way her tongue swirled across his finger.

''You can't speak to me like that....'' He muttered, settling his other hand on her hip, helping her rock herself over him, ''I can't control myself.''

''Then lose yourself with me,'' She murmured, softly biting his thumb, and that was enough for him to come untamed.

She was the loveliest mixture of heaven and hell to him, knowing exactly what buttons to push and what words to speak to make him crumble.

''Yeah?'' Theo snatched her jaw in the palm of his hand, leisurely dragging his thumb out. He lifted a brow, his chest heaving against hers before he let his finger into his own mouth, sucking her saliva off, ''Be careful what you wish for.''

Isla felt a smirk as it tugged in the hem of her lips, and she bit down the lower one, rolling her hips slower, ''What was that?'' She grinned. Leaning up from him, she let her fingers behind her back, and she placed her hands upon his thighs, putting herself on full display for him at the late hour.

''Should I be careful?'' Isla kept her lip in between her teeth, and at a painfully slow speed, she fucked him, ''What about you?''

''Isla—'' He groaned, enjoying the pain of her nails digging into his skin, ''Don't do this to me—''

''Shhh...'' Feeling how he was a throbbing mess inside her, his cock ached at the gentle movements she made as she moaned out, continuously, ''Lose yourself for me, Theo.''

''You're doing things to me—'' He was panting. His veins flushed in vibration at how unhurried Isla was, her hips bucking with measurement. Every time she let her drenched cunt take more of his solid cock, was rhythmic, "I can't explain it, Isla, but you need to fucking—''

Isla didn't.

She stayed unrushed and steady above him.

''You need to move fucking faster — Isla, I need something, this is fucking torture, and it's making me—'' He cocked his head against the sheets. His messy curls caused her heart to miss a beat as he tried with everything he owned not to lash out.

''What?'' Isla smiled, sweetly, strands of her hair stuck to her lightly damp forehead, ''What are you going to do, Theo?''

Towering over him, she let her body melt with his, she whispered close to the shell of his ear, ''Come?'' Her heavy breaths stung at his skin, and she was so close herself. She could barely hold it together, ''Are you going to come for me, Theo? Am I making this hard for you—''

He couldn't take it anymore, jerking forward. His hands were so large upon her exposed spine, and with a squeal — Isla was forced into the mattress. He pulled out of her, making her whimper at the empty feeling.

''Theo—'' She blinked, ever so quickly, and she propped herself up on her elbows, looking down at him as he watched her hungrily. Theodore always carried a thirsted dash in his pupils when it came to her, ''What are you—''

Kneeling, he caught her thighs in his palms, and he dragged her to the edge of the bed. He held her waist not to let her move as much as an inch, ''Think teasing me is funny, yeah?'' He gritted his jaws and looked up at her from in between her legs.

''I didn't—'' Isla choked out the very second he latched his lips across her cunt, ''I didn't mean—fuck—''

''You don't get to tease me, pretty girl,'' Flicking his tongue, he drew his lips together, sucking on her clit at a torturous speed, he moved with so much rhythm yet so achingly gentle, ''You don't get to ride my cock like that. You're not allowed to move so slowly when you're fucking me, Isla.''

She cried out, her thighs tightening around his head, and she threw her own back, arching her spine and begging for him to fill her up again, ''Please, please, please—''

He hadn't even reached his orgasm, yet the sight of her, a moaning mess on his tongue, almost caused him to catch it.

Licking a flat stripe across her core, he moaned at the taste, ''You should feel this, Isla....'' He hummed, sensing her arousal after he'd been inside her, ''I knew we looked good together, but I never thought we'd taste fucking amazing too.''

She shook at that, so sharply as his lips stayed on her cunt, ''Theo, please—I need you, I need—''

''I don't give a fuck about what you need,'' Theodore dug his fingers into her waist, taming her trembling body, ''You should've thought about that before you mocked me.''

''I'm sorry, please—'' She pleaded, nearly losing her consciousness out of the relaxed laps his tongue granted her, ''I need you, Theo. I want to come around you. Please, I want you to come inside me.''

Lifting his brows, he quickly frowned, and his lips divided, giving her harder movements, and she was close, so close. Theo could tell as he let go of her legs, and he pushed his palms into the bed, crawling over her.

''Hi you—'' Isla kept her sweet smile, her fingers trailing over his flexing back, and she spread her thighs apart for him to sink into her, ''I missed you....''

''You're something else, Isla,'' Theo fisted his cock, letting it slide up and down her cunt for a slight second, relishing the way it caused her eyes to roll and her fingers to tense, ''Taste us,''

His lips were already so near hers, brushing together as his body weighted over Isla's, and just as she did — the very moment Isla pressed her mouth to his, their teeth clasping, Theodore pushed into her, and he caught her moans.

''Fuck—'' She whined, so loudly that it trailed chills down his spine, and his cock dove deeply within her, hitting her in all the right places, ''Yes, yes, yes — now don't stop, please—''

''Fucking hell, Isla—'' He had one arm tipped against the covers, and the other one reached for her thigh, feeling her skin against the pad of it, and he couldn't tame himself. She was so warm and tight around him, ''I'll ruin you,''

Theodore fucked her harder now, rougher with so much force that she found trouble breathing between the thrusts he gave. His whole body rocking into hers as the bed frame slammed wildly, abusing the wall.

''I'm—'' The girl breathed, finding his lips in the midst of their hazed chaos, and she kissed him again, her fingers curling into his locks, ''You're making me—''

''Soak me, pretty girl....'' Theodore's voice vibrated through her, hoarse and low, ''Make a mess and let me clean it up.''

''Theo—fuck—please—''

Isla came. Her sight was clothed in stars and her back arched as she shook. Crashing down from the high he'd ever so ensure she'd reach, she fell utterly lost in the euphoria he constantly awarded her with.

''There you go, love,'' He muttered against her lips, crumbling at the sight of her falling apart on his cock as he buried himself deeper, chasing his own release.

Her lashes fluttered, her cheeks rosy, and her skin bloomed in goosebumps as he fucked her through her high, ''Now you come,'' Isla grasped at his jaw. She brought his face to hers, and she brushed her nose along the spine of his, ''Come inside me, Theo—''

''Fuck,'' He moved his body so unrestrainedly over hers, his fingers balling around her hip, forcing himself nearer, colliding his bones with hers, ''I need to fill you up. Fucking hell, I'm so—''

''Come for me then,'' Her bare body was praised by his. His cock plunging in and out of her at a punishing pace, ''You made me feel so good, let me make you—''

Theodore's fist dug into the sheets, and if she didn't know better — she'd believe he'd ripped it apart. Veins popping across his arms. His jaws clenched sharply.

''I'm—'' He heaved, pressing his mouth to hers, and she held him, her arms snaking around his neck, ''Fuck—Isla—I'm—''

He did what she'd done. He let go of the heavy feeling he carried inside, and a storm ripped through him, filling her up with himself.

''That was—'' Theo's forehead dropped to hers, ''Something else.''

''Amazing,'' She whispered, kissing his upper lip, ''You're amazing.''

Deepening the kiss, he groaned. He pulled out of her, rolling to his back next to the girl, still trying to catch her breath, ''You amaze me,'' He mumbled, studying her for a bit as her mind wandered.

Her head always seemed to travel.

Isla had been back in school for two weeks and not once had she talked to Draco. Not because she didn't want to — but because he never returned. Malfoy failed to show up after winter break, and she hadn't seen him since he left her on that frozen lake next to her house.

She was worried about him — what they talked about, lying on the ice in the middle of the night, wasn't something she'd ever forget. Knowing that her aunt killed his and that his father returned that favor and killed her cousin was heartbreaking.

Isla didn't know Malfoy's father nor his aunt, and she didn't prize what people they lived to be, and even if he'd ceased Fred of his life — she couldn't help but to feel bad.

This wasn't her fault, and it wasn't Draco's. This had nothing to do with their relationship, yet it was all it felt to be. She hadn't been able to drag this from her mind ever since she learned it, and it clouded everything — her progress with Theodore, her times alone with Leo and Mila, her focus in school, everything.

Not one thing was clear to her after that night. She was terrified that Draco would find her secret or that he already did — and that was the sole reason he failed to attend classes.

Isla didn't want him to be alone. She didn't want him to mourn his family on his own, but she didn't know how to get him back, so she waited for him. For two weeks — Isla waited.

Theodore asked about him from time to time, and she was honest, truthful about what she felt and what they'd done, about everything but the secret Draco told her.

His parents were dead, and no one except Pansy knew.

The brunet wasn't happy with Malfoy's visit to her house when he was asleep inside it, but he felt like he could trust Isla. He adored her, finding confidence in him to reveal her own secrets. She wasn't ruled to him, and he wasn't tied to her. They both knew that.

Isla felt as Theodore pathed his wand to her stomach, whispering the spell he always did before he dragged the sheets over them entirely.

''Is there anything you'd like to talk about?'' Theodore huffed through a sigh, tilting his head even more, and he looked at her softly, ''You disappeared again.''

''I know,'' Shaking her head and rolling to her side, she angled herself towards him, ''I'm sorry I do that, it's not fair—''

''Don't apologize, love,'' He draped an arm across her shoulders, and he pulled her in until he had his skin smeared with hers, ''We've talked about this. You don't have to apologize for everything you do.''

''I just...'' Isla let the side of her head press against his chest, ''It's not fair to you — me being so distant. It's not fair.''

Letting his lips brush against her hair, he kissed the top of her head, ''You know I don't mind it. I don't have a problem with you zoning out. You've been through a lot lately, and I just....''

He held her close, ''I just want to be there for you.''

''You are—'' Isla nestled nearer at the late hour, knowing that Leo wouldn't be in their room until morning, ''You're always here for me.''

''No, not just like that. I know we do...stuff together, things like what we did now, but I want you to know that I am here for you beyond that. If you ever need me, or if you need anything from me — just let me know,'' He spoke lowly. His note was quiet yet loud and laced with so much honesty.

''I know,'' She nodded, her hair tickled his skin, and he felt her chest as it slowed in bearing with his, ''You can come to me too, with anything.''

Theodore shot her a look, a hooded one as the room held dark, and for a second, if even that — she'd almost think he was hiding something from her. Dashes of pain looped in the blown pupils, and he looked away.

Frowning, Isla forced herself up on an elbow, ''What?'' She sounded worried, her hand stroking across his arm, over his shoulder, ''What happened?''

Pinching his eyes shut for the briefest moment, he framed a faint smile, ''What are you talking about?'' He mused, confusingly, ''I don't know what—''

''Please don't lie to me,'' Isla let out in a whisper, her fingers tensing and her warm embrace shifted cooly, ''You don't have to tell me what it is, but don't lie to me. We don't lie to each other anymore, right?''

''Isla—''

''I told you everything about Draco, that we talked, what we've done, how I feel. I know I said that there were things that I can't tell you, but it's not about me. That's about him. I was honest, so please — whatever it is—''

Isla was terrified that he'd leave her again. That something occurred with his family and that he'd walk out on her like he'd done last time. Something in the back of her head, a wicked demon, a voice within her mind, kept telling her he would.

Closing her lids, sitting up, she hugged her knees to her chest, and she spaced herself from the brunet, feeling as if he would walk away from her.

''Isla—'' Theo spoke up, severely this time, ''What are you doing?'' Staring puzzlingly at her and the area she created between them, he frowned, ''What is happening, Isla? Why are you—''

''Are you leaving me?'' Isla blurted, hiding behind her covers. Her gaze met his, agony and bewilderment struck the two, ''Is that what this is? You're leaving me again? Is it your family? Is that—''

She was rambling now, not even seeing how he let his shoulders sink, and a smile ghosted upon his lips. It wasn't until his lack of response clocked her — Isla noticed his peaceful self, ''Theo, what are you—''

''You're adorable, you know that?'' He whispered, reaching his hand out from the other side of the bed, ''Come here.''

Hesitating at first, she sucked her inner cheek in, and she watched him, nearly reading him from a distance until she melted the very instant his dimples showed. He smiled at her.

Crawling across the bed, back to him — Theo took her doubtful body in his arms, and he leaned his spine against the headboard, pressing her into him.

''I'm not leaving you,'' He said, settling his chin on her head, ''It's not about that.''

''Then what is it—''

Pushing a finger to her lips, he hushed her, amusingly peering down at the girl, ''If you let me talk, I might be able to tell you,'' He mocked, huffing a bit.

''It has nothing to do with you, Isla,''

''So there's something—''

''Isla,'' Theo yanked back, knitting his brows and shifting her slightly in his arms, ''Why are you so scared that I'll leave you? I said that I wouldn't, didn't I? I know I left you before but came back as soon as I—''

''It's—'' She muttered into his chest, banning the world from around them, ''I didn't feel well without you here last time, so if you're ever thinking of leaving again — you'll tell me, right?''

Nodding, he hummed, ''I'd tell you.''

''Promise me,'' Isla shoved off him, sitting next to him instead, ''Promise you'll tell me.''

''I promise I'll tell you.''

Theodore Nott knew that he couldn't make that promise. He knew he hid more than he'd ever tell her, and he understood that she'd break if she ever found out.

''Thank you...'' A yawn took over, making her tilt her head to his shoulder as he raised his arm, allowing her to curl up to him, ''Tell me about your secret tomorrow?''

Theo didn't even have a chance to reply before her body shifted a bit heavier, and she fell asleep.

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''It's freezing,'' Mila shuddered, wrapping her arms around herself and shaking her head as the flakes of nature poured off her, ''I don't remember it being so cold last year—''

Leo smiled, tightening the arm he already held across her shoulders, and he dragged her closer, ''Then you should learn how to dress properly, miss.''

Scowling, Mila stepped through the door, hearing as the bell rang, loudly, ''What is that—''

''You're wearing a skirt in the middle of winter, Mila, kind of have to suit it yourself—'' Leo's smile faded at the glare he was given from both Mila and Isla, ''What—''

''Shut your mouth, will you?'' Mila rolled her hues, taking several steps away from him, ''Until you're required to wear a bloody skirt, I'd suggest for you to zip that useless little mouth—''

Leo grinned shyly as he furrowed his brows, ''It wasn't useless last night, was it—''

''Leo!'' Both Isla and Mila shouted, making necks snap in their direction from inside the pub, ''Leo, that's disgusting, can you not—'' Isla made a face, curving her upper lip.

''Speaking of Nott,'' Smirking, he shouldered Isla to the side, ''Is there a reason you wanted the room to yourself yesterday? Again—''

''Oh,'' Mila walked ahead, peering across the tables until she located a free booth, ''You're complaining about sleeping in my room now too? You don't have to sleep in my bed, Leo. You know—''

Leo rolled his eyes as he watched the girl slip onto a chair, and he faced Isla, ''Where the hell is Nott when I need him?'' Dragging a hand through his wavy strands of hair, ''This is a bloody nightmare, not just one of you, but two, alone. The one thing missing now is Draco, perhaps Ava should join too, and we'll have a whole little club of people putting words into each other's mouths and fighting over—''

''Leo!'' Isla harshly whispered, shaking her head at the boy as he was spitting out unclear things, ''What are you on about?''

She seized a step forward. Stretching up on her toes and her fingers pathed up to his face as she dragged his eyelids up and down, ''Are you doing drugs again, Leo? Because I tried that green in a bag thing with Theo before Christmas, and it didn't end very well—''

''For fucks sake—'' He slapped her hands away, making her stand plain, ''I'm not taking drugs no, why would I—'' Leo's face fell into utter confusion, and a scowl climbed him, "Wait, what green in a bag thing with Theo before Christmas, Isla?''

Gritting her teeth, she cocked her head, looking nervously at Mila, who sat in the dark of their conversation, staring down at the menu.

''Nothing—'' She forced a smile, awkwardly trying to walk past him, but he was quick to retaliate, snatching her arm and hauling her back, ''Leo—''

''You got high?'' He blinked heedlessly, ''With Theodore out of all people?''

''What is that—''

Leo hummed, nearly fading into his own world for half a minute before he looked back at her startled persona, ''Well, I don't know if this requires another talk about him being inappropriate with you or if this makes me like him even more....''

''What?'' Isla snapped, ''Have a talk about what now? What did you do—''

''Oh my—'' Mila clicked her tongue, staring them both down with dashes of annoyance in her bronzed eyes, ''Can you two stop acting like....'' Her features shifted into a displeased grimace, ''Like whatever this is and sit down, it's embarrassing.''

It turned quiet between the two, and they simply glared at the other, hunching down onto their seats. Chatter between people around them crowded.

''So,'' Mila flung the menu across the table, ''What are you two fighting about now—''

''Hi, you,'' Isla flinched by the low tone and the two hands being placed on her shoulders. He gave her a light squeeze, ''Missed me?''

Tipping her head back, her eyes caught the soft ones, ''Hi you,'' Isla whispered, feeling this lips pressing into her forehead, ''Strangely enough, I did.''

''Yeah?'' Theodore rolled his tongue across his bottom lip, letting go of her and seating himself beside the girl, ''You didn't get enough of me last night—''

''Excuse you,'' Mila dryly said, knitting her fingers, ''You two aren't alone, you know? I have taken your hormones for two weeks now, not sleeping a night alone in my bed so you two can get at it, and you know what? That's fine, I don't mind it, because Isla is happy, but when I'm outside Hogwarts, and in... let's say a pub,''

Her whole face dropped into annoyance, ''I'd like to be able to think of something else than you two sleeping together, am I allowed to do that?''

Isla's eyes widened, slapping Theo on the arm, ''Apologize—''

''Oh, fuck,'' Theo straightened his shoulders, stretching his spine, ''My apologies, miss Ravenclaw. It won't happen again.''

Leo's lips parted to speak, but Mila gave him a stare that cut him short before he even held the chance to talk, ''And you'll be quiet because when Isla asks if you'll be sleeping in my room tonight, the answer will be no.''

Snickering, Isla reached for her pocket, wishing to take her wallet out, and the second she did — she felt a piece of scrunched-up paper brushing at her knuckles. The tips of her fingers grasped at it, bringing it up in her lap. She frowned.

'Thank you for always listening. Merry Christmas, Clarke. — D.'

Her heart stopped, and she snapped to see the coat she was wearing. Isla had failed to carry that jacket since the night she last saw Malfoy, and she didn't own a clue that he had snuck that note into her pocket.

Feeling her breaths as they ragged and her mouth parching, she clenched her fingers around the sheet, hiding it from her friends.

''I just have to—'' Isla pushed her chair back, smiling vacantly, ''I'll be back.''

''What—'' Theo sought to speak, but she was long gone before he even earned a chance of understanding, and he peered after her as she marched into the bathroom.

Isla's spine struck the door, her fingers shaking around the paper.

He left her a note.

He didn't dare to say the words thank you in front of her. He didn't have the courage to say what he wished to — so he wrote it instead.

That was the gravest difference between the two boy's she believed.

Theodore had it easy when it came to touching and talking. He didn't void speaking his mind and placing his hands upon her, but Draco did.

He didn't find any pleasure in discussing his feelings. He'd rather stay silent and mess things up than express himself. Touch didn't come effortlessly to him. He had a rough time giving Isla the treatment she deserved.

So, he left her a note instead.

He'd done it before, but she never knew — he found it and took it back before she ever realized what he did. It was after a fight they had in the courtyard, he was ruthless to her as usual, and he felt horrible for it, so he left her a note.

But not once did he tell her about it.

Her fingers grasped at her own throat, and she tried to calm her heaving breaths. It closed in on her — she struggled.

Isla felt like she failed everyone. Like what she was doing wasn't enough, and no matter how honest and gentle she wished to be, someone would get hurt.

Standing there for minutes, she gathered herself, giving the paper another look, and she held it close to her.

Isla missed him, even if all they did was fight at times — she missed him.

With a harsh inhale, she ripped the door open, and she stepped out, walking back to her friends — she crossed Theodore's troubled glint and his face cloaked in worry.

''You okay?'' He muttered against her shoulder, making her level him and smile. Isla nodded, leaning in so that her lips nearly brushed against his.

Theo's palm found her jaw, ''Pretty girl....''

''What did I say about that?'' She taunted him, playfully, ''You're the pretty one—''

Not missing a beat, Theodore kissed her, the other hand found her thigh, and he held her close to him, ''Yeah?'' He growled, muffled by the sound of other guests around them.

''Isla—'' Leo spoke up, but she ignored her friend speaking her name, softly keeping her lips in sync with Theo's, ''Isla, you—''

''Isla—'' Mila was the one to call her name now, and it hewed the girl off, looking confusingly at Theodore for a tick, before she aimed around, shaking her head.

''What?'' She gasped, her lips red and swollen, her skin rosy as she tried to follow both Mila and Leo's stare, ''What happened—''

Isla froze completely.

The boy she hadn't seen in two weeks was standing in the doorway, and he looked right at her.

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