Mature content ahead, along with a little cream?? Whipped cream?? And food play. Please read with caution.

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''Are you out of your damn mind?'' Theodore yelled after her, ''You want us to break Leo out of Azkaban?''

Isla rolled her eyes, dragging the towel through her hair as she walked into his room, ''You don't have to come.''

''I don't—'' He hissed, cutting himself off as he wrapped a towel around his waist, marching after her. Drops of water fell from his wet curls, ''That's a shitty fucking thing to say, Clarke—''

''Clarke?'' She turned around, folding the material around her scalp and staring angrily at him, ''We're back to Clarke now? Is that how it is?''

''Yeah,'' Theo raised his voice, shooting her a severe glare, ''That's how it fucking is when you're talking like a God damn maniac, Isla. That's how it bloody is when you tell me you're planning to break into one of the most dangerous sites on earth and then tell me that I don't have to come.''

She frowned bitterly, ''Then what do you expect me to do? It's not like you're happy about the idea.''

Theodore threw his head back, groaning silently to himself and her lack of understanding, ''Do you even know what you're saying right now? You want to break Leo out of Azkaban, Isla. Out of fucking Azkaban of all places?''

Crossing her arms over her chest, she tugged at the towel, trapping her body in, ''Well, he's in Azkaban, Theo.'' She said harshly, ''That doesn't leave me with much of a choice, does it? And it's my fault he's there. He lashed out because his father threatened me. He lashed out because I couldn't keep my damn mouth shut about his mother.''

''That's not your fucking fault,'' He fired back, spitting his words at her, ''You did what you thought was best, and that's not your damn fault—''

''Even if it isn't, he's still in there, alone. He's in there while Mila is falling apart, and not to mention myself? How do you think I feel, knowing that my best friend is locked up for something his father thinks he did? When all of us knows he didn't?''

''Isla—''

''No—''

''Can you pull your fucking head out of your own damn arse for long enough to listen to me!'' He shouted now, taking dangerous steps up to her and halting merely inches away, ''Fine, let's say we try to break him out, and then what? What the hell do you know about Azkaban? Do you even know how many guards there are watching that place? How many Death Eaters are locked up in there?''

Isla's eyes widened, her shoulders sunk, ''No...''

''Do you know how to get in there?''

''No...''

''Do you even know where it is?''

''No...''

''No?'' Theodore blinked, nearly as shocked with her answers as she was, ''You don't know how to find Leo in there? You don't know how to get in there? You don't even know where it fucking is? And still, you have the damn audacity to suggest that we break him out?''

She pushed her lips tight, glaring up at him, ''Yes.''

''Yes?!'' Theodore sounded as if he was at the breaking point of losing his mind, his hands flew up to yank at the messy curls he possessed, ''You don't even—'' He laughed out, sourly, ''You don't even have a fucking plan, Isla!''

She scowled, frustratingly at him, her hands pushing at his chest to distance herself from his mockery, ''So what if I don't?'' She bit back, annoyed and irritated. The towel slackened a bit from her head, ''I'll come up with something! I'll read up on it, I'll research, and I'll come up with a plan—''

''And then what?'' He chuckled out dryly as he locked his fingers behind his head, staring down at her with his whole chest flexing, ''An eight-year witch breaking in and out of Azkaban on her own? That's the most ridiculous thing you've ever said, ever, Isla. You can't even knock people out properly! That's fucking mental—''

''You know what?'' She snapped, backing away from him with decisive steps, aiming to pick up the t-shirt resting on his bed before she headed for the door, ''I said you didn't have to take part in this, so there's no need to mock me for it.''

Theodore dragged his brows together at the way she ripped the door wide, ''Where the hell are you—''

''I'm sleeping on the couch,'' She said coldly, ''So you don't have to deal with me and my ridiculous ideas.''

''That's enough, Isla. Don't—''

''And I'm the ridiculous one?'' She sounded taunting, ''You fucked me in your best friend's bed just because you're jealous. You carved your damn name into me because he did. You beat the Minister up for what? His empty threats? And I'm the ridiculous one? I'm mental for wanting to save my best friend from dying in Azkaban when we both know you'd be the first one to suggest it if it was me being locked in there? Or Draco?''

He rolled his eyes, tipping his head back with a sigh, ''Isla, don't be fucking childish—''

The door slammed shut, and he caught her storm down the stairs.

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It wasn't until hours later, when they both had gotten the time to gather their thoughts and cool off, he stepped out of his room, looking around the empty Manor to find her.

This was one of the worst days in her life. He knew it was. First, she had to relive the time her cousin died, then she was left by the other love of her life, only for it to end with her seeing him beating someone up and her best friend being sent away.

It wasn't fair of Theodore to question her as he did. It was more than fair to be concerned for her safety, and he was. He was terrified that she'd run off and try to get Leo out by herself. Nothing frightened him more than the thought of her getting hurt or put in harm's way.

But he didn't have to shout and yell at her as he did. That wasn't fair — that was far from it.

She came to him with her idea because she trusted him enough with it. She came to him with that proposal because she wanted his help, and he shut her down in the cruelest way possible.

Theodore regretted that now, and he went to look for her.

Not taking more than a few minutes of looking, he found that chaotic girl all curled up on the sofa, her knees dragged up to her chest, nestled into the corner of the furniture, dressed in his T-shirt.

Theo's heart missed a beat.

His shoulder fused with the doorway, simply standing there for minutes, watching her as she watched the fireplace. His eyes snapped across her, all the way from her hands gripping the curve or her knees to the way her lashes battled her heavy eyes.

Isla was tired. She was so tired, so exhausted of everything this day lived to be full of.

She was tired of Leo's father and the mess he'd caused. She was exhausted of Draco and the constant loops of hurt he kept her in. Tired, she was just so tired.

Leaning her chin onto her knees, she huffed out, feeling bad for the way she'd spoken to Theodore. She didn't find herself as someone good at communication. Her communication with Draco was horrible. They didn't know how to speak to each other, while her communication with Theo was perfect.

They talked about everything, were honest about their lives, and only kept the secrets they weren't ready to tell the other yet. He taught her the importance of actually speaking the truth to each other about their thoughts and needs.

Isla was disappointed in herself, to say at least, for not listening to him and hearing him out for what he wished to say. She was so locked in the desire to get Leo out of Azkaban that she didn't think properly about what Theodore meant.

He was just worried about her, and she couldn't be mad at that. She didn't want to be mad at him for that.

''Hi, you.''

Isla flinched at the voice coming from behind her, swiftly turning around as her eyes instantly fell to watch the brunet smiling at her. The arch on his lips had her smile too, ''Hi, you.''

''I missed you upstairs,'' Theodore smirked, raising his brows, and he pushed off the doorframe, crossing the threshold, ''Not as fun being alone in that bed as you might think.''

''This couch isn't exactly fun either,'' Isla aimed to look back at the fireplace, the flames sparkling, ''It's not as comfortable as it looks.''

''Yeah? That's what I've been telling mother, but she never listens to me,'' He tried to ease the tension between them, flopping down next to her yet with a foot's distance, ''Neither do you, so I guess it's a sign.''

''A sign of what?'' Isla muttered, placing her chin on her knees again, wrapping her arms around her legs.

She looked at the fire, but all he looked at was her. He always looked at her, ''That I might not always be right...'' He mumbled, tilting his head forward to see more of her. It had him smiling to see her look back at him, ''That sometimes even I can be wrong in things I say and do.''

''Really?'' There was another arch tugging at the corner of her mouth, ''Is Theodore Nott admitting to being wrong?''

Theo rolled his eyes, his cheeks took on a feverish color, ''I do, for certain things.''

''What things?'' Her eyes were wide as she let the side of her head rest against her knees instead.

''I was wrong for yelling at you, not hearing what you had to say before I assumed the worst, and I was wrong for mocking you. I don't know why I did that.'' He admitted, pushing his lips tight, ''I apologize for that, for treating you the way I did up there. You've been through enough today, and it was wrong of me to add onto that when I'm meant to make you feel better.''

She smiled, softly, ''It's alright, Theo—''

''I wasn't done,'' He cut her off. His eyes snapped to hers, ''I apologize for approaching it the way I did, Isla, but I won't apologize for questioning your safety. I think you know that going to Azkaban isn't something you just do because you feel like it. So much more take part in this, and I just want to make sure that you thought this through.''

Isla swallowed lightly as she shrugged, looking back at the fire, ''I just want to help him, Theo. I feel at fault for what I did, and I feel like it's my fault. I know that everything isn't about me, and especially not this, but he needs us. If it was me, you'd already been on the way.''

''That's because I can't live without you,'' He said, his elbow hit the backrest of the sofa, angling himself towards her, ''And that's why I want us to think about this before we decide anything, Isla. Because I can't live without you. I can't live if something happens to you, and I won't apologize for that. I'm not going to defend myself for keeping you safe.''

She moved her head, watching him again, all of him with a sigh as it fell off her lips. She studied her initials on his bare chest, his flexing muscles all the way down to the hem of his checkered night pants, ''I'm not asking you to defend yourself, but I'm asking you to see it the way I do. Leo is being treated in ways no one should have to be treated, Theo. He's my best friend, and he deserves more than us having sex in the shower while he's thrown into a cell in Azkaban.''

Theodore laughed out, silently at her way of comparing things, lightly shaking his head at her, ''Are you complaining about what we did in the shower?'' He grinned, amusingly, ''Because in that case, we might have to stop—''

''I'm not—'' She frowned playfully. Propping herself up, ''I could never complain about that. I just... It's been a long day, and I have a lot to think about.''

Theodore nodded, feeling his heart as it ached for her again. Reaching his arm out, he snatched her wrist, and he pulled her near over the sofa, ''Come here.'' He muttered throatily.

She caved in to him, both of them shifting around until her body was secure between his legs, all nestled up against his chest. He hummed quietly as he pushed his lips into the side of her head, sheeting her shoulders with his touch.

Isla left tiny pecks upon his wrists, brushing the tips of her fingers over the veins embedded into his arms, ''I'm sorry too,'' She finally broke the silence, ''I was acting childish up there, like some spoiled kid that didn't get her wishes through. I'm sorry I ran out, and I'm sorry that I didn't listen to you.''

Theodore groaned against her, his hands coming underneath her arms to tug her even closer, gripping the curve of her waist and fully closing the space between them, ''You are a brat, love. I thought you knew that.''

Isla scoffed, lightly biting his arm instead.

''Fuck me—'' He grunted, arching back to stare down at her, ''Don't fucking bite.''

''I thought you liked that,'' She had a smug expression taking over, ''And since I'm just a brat, I figured I could do whatever I want—''

Theodore dipped down, trapping her lips with his as he kissed her, slowly, ''My brat,'' He whispered into her mouth, and he caught her sweet breaths, ''There's nothing 'just' about you, love. You're mine. My brat, and you can always do whatever you want to me.''

''Mhm?'' Isla shifted around, never parting their kiss as she was straddling him, her thighs squeezing around his hips, ''Can I now?''

''Yeah—'' Theodore's hands settled on her waist, sneaking underneath the soft fabric of his shirt she was wearing, ''You can do anything you'd like to me, with me, against me, doesn't matter.''

''Anything?'' Isla ripped their lips apart, moving her kisses down his throat. Hot and wet marks trailed over his cheek, down his jaw as she slowly bucked against him. She had him groaning, ''Absolutely anything I want?''

''Mhm,'' Theo's hands stroked her bare thighs, over her hips and waist, squeezing her flesh, ''Whatever you want — it's yours.''

Her voice came low over his ear, biting down the lobe of it, ''So what if I say that I'm hungry?''

Theodore frowned, clicking his tongue at her as she withdrew, arching back and looking at him with an adorable smile, ''Hungry?'' He questioned, thinking about how late it was, ''Now?''

''Yes,'' She lifted her brows, ''Now.''

He let his tongue graze on the inside of his cheek for a brief moment, narrowing his eyes in hers, ''Fine,'' He snapped, and without warning, he stood up, with her wrapped around his waist, ''Let's get you something to fucking eat.''

Isla squirmed, feeling how he marched towards the kitchen, ''Theo—'' She gasped as he let her down onto the counter, ''What are you—''

''Don't fucking move,'' He spat, annoyed with her teasing. Isla had never seen anyone make a plate of fruit along with a sandwich as fast as he did now.

He placed berries and chopped up fruit, along with the bread, on a plate, poured her a glass of juice, and settled it on the bench next to her, ''There.''

Shocked as she was, she stared up at him, ''But—''

''But what?''

''What about you? Don't you want anything to eat?''

''Kind of you to offer.'' Theodore cocked his head, smirking devilishly at her before he fell to his knees, grabbing her ankles and placing them onto the marble, ''I'm starving too, love.''

Her eyes rolled back, ''Again? Do you want me to wait—''

''No,'' Theodore muttered, breathing hotly over her inner thighs as one hand reached up to the plate, shoving it closer to her, ''If I'm eating, you are too.''

Her back arched, feeling how he pulled her underwear to the side, ''Are you alright with this? Acting like a brat, you get punished like one too.''

''Mhm,'' Isla breathed, looking down at him as he stared up at her, ''Please—''

''Then eat,'' He said sternly. Teasing her with soft kisses over her shivering skin, ''I won't eat until you do.''

Isla kept her sight mangled with his, reaching for a strawberry, and she placed it between her lips, lightly licking the water off it from when he washed them clean, ''Mhm?'' She carefully bit into it, taking her thumb to the corner of her lip to wipe off the juice as it slipped down her chin.

''You God damn—'' Theodore gritted as he reached for her ankles, and he settled her knees over his bare shoulders, ''You really are a fucking brat.''

Isla grinned provokingly as she somewhat leaned back. One of her palms struck the counter she was seated on, tilting her head, and she let her lips brush over another strawberry, ''Your brat.'' She corrected, ''Who gets to do whatever she wants to you, right?''

''Isla...'' He tried to warn her, wrapping his hands around her waist and bucking her closer to the edge of the counter, ''Play nice.''

Theodore moved his mouth closer to her, pressing a kiss right onto her clit. She moaned out loudly.

''Yeah?'' He muttered against her, ''Am I making you feel good? Taking all your pain away?''

Isla hummed, dropping the rest of the strawberry onto the counter before she tangled her fingers into his curls, giving his head a yank back.

''So eager too?'' He asked, amusingly, ''Always such a needy girl, yeah?''

''Theo—'' Isla gasped, feeling his tongue as he rolled it over her clit, over and over, ''More—''

''More?'' He peered up at her, his hands digging into her hips roughly now, ''More how? Tell me what you want.''

''I want—'' Isla gulped, lifting her other hand from the marble to grab his hair, keeping his curls in a solid hold, ''I want you to— I want more of you — I need more of you.''

Theodore smirked, lapping his tongue lazily over her, ''More you say? Didn't we come in here because you were hungry? Shouldn't you eat, Isla?''

She shuddered, her head tipping back as he connected his lips with her cunt, sucking onto her clit harshly, ''You—'' Swallowing hard, she gathered her words, ''You told me to tell you what I want, and that's what I want — more of you.''

''Then tell me what you want, brat.'' His eyes rolled at the taste of her, letting go of her waist with one hand to brush it up her thighs, lingering close to tease her, ''You're not giving me much to go on, love. Tell me what you want me to do to you.''

''I want— Theo!''

He pushed a finger into her, arching the tip of it right where he knew she'd be squirming, and she did. Isla threshed and writhed underneath his hard grip, moving her body with his hand as the heel of it slammed against her.

''Tell me,'' Theodore growled, lowly with his mouth abusing her clit.

''I want you to fuck me, Theo—'' She tried, her lashes fluttering shut, ''I want you to fuck me here, on this counter until I can't walk.''

His eyes slightly widened, but he kept going, adding another finger to increase the pressure between her thighs.

''I want to—'' Isla reached for another strawberry, trying to seem unbothered with what he was doing to her, and she swirled her tongue around it, ''And I want to fuck you until you can't walk, love.''

Theodore stilled for so a minute, squinting as he peered up at her.

Isla grinned, looking right back at him, pinning his soul in place for her to take over, ''May I do that, Theo? May I fuck you until you can't walk, or do you want to fuck me until I'm the one limping?''

His gaze shifted slightly darker, provoked by her attempts to take control of him. ''You keep doing that....'' Theodore whispered quietly, ''You keep trying to take control of me, especially like this. Why is that, Isla? Is it because you like it? Feeling like you can finally control something? Is it because I gave you too much freedom in bed? Let you decide too much over me? Is that why? Or is it because you're a fucking brat that gets too greedy, even though I do everything for you? Even when I let you have everything? You still want more?''

His words had her shaking, trembling as he quickened his pace with his fingers. She was close, so so close. His lips once again attached to her, and he sucked onto her clit like never before.

Theodore's tongue swiped over her cunt in ways he'd yet failed to do. He licked laps both hard and easy, tensing right over her sensitive stop, and he, at the same time, forced his fingers deeper. Making her arousal drip down his wrist. Wet sounds clapped in sync with her constant moans.

''Not so tough anymore, are you?'' He licked the drips of her off his bottom lip, grinning provokingly up at her, ''Fuck, you taste so sweet. So fucking sweet, like bloody sugar.''

''I'm—'' Isla heaved for air, arching forward to hold onto him, to grip him so hard as the waves began to overwhelm her, but just as she was ready, to let it all go. Just as she was reaching her high and crashing into the pleasure he ever so poured down on her, he stopped.

''No—'' She cried through her moans, clenching so hard around nothing, and he smirked, ''Theo, why—''

He stood back up, dragging his thumb across his cheek as he collected what she'd spilled over his face, ''You know what?'' Coming in closer, his lips brushed against her parted ones, ''I think I'm a bit hungry after all.''

Isla blinked in confusion, frowning lightly at his as he suddenly snapped his fingers, making a can of whipped cream appear in his hand.

''As I said—'' He placed the can onto the plate, before he trapped her body with his arm, flinging her over his shoulder, ''I'm starving, love.''

She didn't comprehend a thing that happened following that. Draped over his shoulder, he carried her and the plate up the stairs, throwing her down onto his mattress.

Isla collided with the bed, bouncing slightly, and she propped herself up on her elbows underneath him as he dived down over her.

''Theo—''

''Shhhh....'' He pushed a finger up to her lips, hushing her from speaking, ''You always get whatever you're asking for. It's my turn now.''

He pushed her back, towering her with a knee striving in between her thighs. Theodore loved doing that. He adored having her buck against his knee as he feasted off of her.

Grabbing the edge of his shirt she was wearing, he let it rest right above her bare chest, ''I want you to keep this on. I love how you look when you come in my clothes....''

Isla nodded, her head falling back against the covers, ''I love wearing your clothes.''

''You look better in them than I do so that I understand,'' He reached for the can of whipped cream, and he brought it up between them, ''If you want to come, love — you do it while I'm having fun. My knee is right....'' He pushed up against her, and he had her moan out as he did, ''Here.''

Smiling, he flipped the lid off the can, and he gushed a straight line of it over her stomach, ''That's all you're going to get, Isla. My knee. Brats like yourself don't get my cock more than once.''

Isla swallowed thickly as she nodded again. Her hair leaked chaotically around them as Theodore arched back, looking down on the mess lying below him, ''My girl....'' He said, so silently that she barely caught it, ''My pretty girl.''

He dove back down, reaching for a strawberry, and he dragged it through the cream he'd poured over her abdomen. Shaking, she was shaking as he licked the cream off of the berry, ''Mhm,'' Groaning, he bit the bottom off, repeating his action until there wasn't any cream left on her, ''Nothing compares to the taste of you, but this... This is close.''

Isla let her hips roll against his thigh, moaning within the flesh of her mouth and breathing heavily through her nose.

Theodore poured another line of cream over her skin, but this time higher up, right between her breasts. He didn't use another strawberry to collect the topping. He used his tongue. Drawing a flat lap between her breasts, both of them moaned.

He did that, over and over.

She was close again, so close. Her bare cunt stroking against the material of his night pants, along with the look of him, shirtless and exposed for her, made her eyes roll.

''Fucking hell—'' Theodore felt himself grow harder, watching her hands tangle into the sheets, having her arms above her head, her face tilted towards the covers and her lips parted to let out the sweet sounds of her orgasm kicking in.

''You're a fucking dream,'' He said, spilling more cream on her, over one of her nipples before his mouth latched onto it, licking the mess up, ''Or a nightmare, can't really decide for one.''

Isla breathed out, her neck curling to bury the top of her head into the sheets, her back arching to meet his mouth, to get more out of his tongue circling her nipple, ''Yes, yes — fuck, Theo, right there.''

''Here?'' Theodore grinned, shooting a seductive glare up at her through his curls, ''Right... Here?'' He let his teeth sink into her nipple, slightly biting it.

''Yes!'' She couldn't take it anymore, she rolled her hips roughly, slamming herself down against him as he took his untied hand to her thigh, pulling her down to meet more of his knee, ''Yes! Yes! Yes, right there, Theo! Oh my God—''

She came, and she crashed, and she fell into an orgasm so violent that she felt like she couldn't take it. She was squirming again, wrenching and tossing underneath him.

''Pretty girl...'' Smiling, Theodore bent back up, looking down at her heaving chest, ''That's what I like to see, love. You soaking my thigh without me doing anything.''

''You don't want me to—''

''No,'' He shook his head, ''Having you come for me is pleasure enough.''

Isla was gasping for air to fill her lungs, her eyes flickered to meet his, and they were soft again. There wasn't a storm rising, no darkness or madness shifting within his irises.

She loved it. She adored the way he ever so turned gentle with her the following moments. He smiled bitterly before he pushed himself off, stretching over the bed for his wand laying on the bedside table, and he whispered a spell that cleaned her body from all the chaos.

Pulling her shirt down, he lifted her up to his chest, and he settled them against the headboard, dragging the covers over their exhausted selves.

''You're beautiful,'' She had her cheek against his bare chest, drawing small circles over the muscles smeared to his stomach, ''I don't know what it is, but you're beautiful, Theo.''

He pushed his lips into the top of her head, looking over to the edge of the bed where the plate was resting, ''Here,'' He picked some berried up, making her tip her head back as he dropped them into her mouth, ''It's important that you eat, love.''

Smiling, she swallowed what he'd given her, nodding at his gesture to feed her more, ''It's important that you eat too.''

''I will,'' He grinned, dropping more berries into her mouth, ''I washed your hair earlier, so you're making me breakfast in the morning.''

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That was how it went on for a whole month, a whole of thirty days, they lived like that.

They fought, they made up, they were tangled and intertwined in the sheets, moaning into each other's mouths, holding on to the other as they crashed, him on top of her, her on top of him.

They were walking outside in the warm spring breeze, both in the early morning and late at night. Theodore always took her outside when she began to feel what she tried too hard to push away. Malfoy. Every night, when the darkness dragged in over the house, the thoughts about him came crawling.

She didn't want them to, and she didn't mean for them to, but they did, and she hated it. Isla tried not to say anything to Theodore about it, but it felt to her as if he knew — as if he could feel what she felt, and he wanted to take her mind off of it, so he took her outside.

They walked through the forest surrounding his house, down to the lake where they occasionally jumped in without clothes on, recreating the memories they had behind the waterfall at the beginning of this school year.

They were researching, finding out everything they could about Azkaban and the ways around it, what magic could be used to break in, and they practiced.

Theodore taught her everything he knew about darker spells, how she could defend herself and how she could force people out of her way without hurting anyone. She was getting better, so much better at everything with his help.

They had afternoon tea with his mother in the garden. They had dinner together at night. She helped his mother with the food, with cleaning and fixing around the house. They worked well together, her and Theodore.

If this were what a life with him would look like after her choice was meant to be made, she wouldn't mind choosing him. It felt safe, happy. No one took care of her as he did.

He was there whenever she needed him to be. His hands slithered around her waist as she did the dishes, lifting her up on the counter, and he kissed her until his lips turned numb.

He slept on top of her, he washed and braided her hair every night, he even set up a dresser for her in his room, Theodore went shopping for her, and he bought her everything he believed she could need during her stay at his house.

But he wasn't always close. He gave her space when she needed that too. He stayed away when she was quiet, and he came back just in time to save her from the tears that usually fell when her mind got a bit overworked.

Enough. He made her feel as if she was more than enough, and he loved her. Oh, how Theodore Nott loved that girl.

They saved each other, over and over. They took each other's pain away, and they fought and kissed and brawled and then kissed some more. They cried and laughed and read and walked.

Those four weeks, in the middle of all the chaos echoing around them, were the best weeks of her life. He was the best part of her life.

Theodore even made Mila come to stay with them a few days at the time, but she didn't want to have anything to do with their plan. She didn't want to take part in getting Leo out. He gave her up so easily, she said. He didn't fight to stay with her, so why should she fight for him?

Every time when she spoke in those terms, Isla turned silent, and she simply listened. Mila was entitled to feel the way she did because Leo got upset with them for trying. Isla couldn't fight her in that. She didn't want to fight Mila at all.

She saw how hard this was for her, being torn between right and wrong within herself. It reminded her about a certain someone that left her almost a month earlier, without a sign of life.

It all came back to him, that blond boy, no matter what she did. He was similar to a ghost, haunting her at night. He was everywhere. In the scent of her shampoo, in the water they snuck into at the late hour.

Sometimes, Isla could even find herself wrapping her arm over the curve of her waist when she woke up in the morning, just like he always did.

She hated him. Isla hated him for what she did to her, but only because she despised him just like he'd despised her all this time didn't mean that she didn't miss him.

They had even fought about him one day.

Realizing that they wouldn't manage this on their own, Theodore suggested that they'd get Malfoy involved, but Isla refused.

Draco walked away from her, and in one of the cruelest ways at that. She didn't want anything to do with him anymore. Theo didn't see it in the way she did, but he said he understood that they had to look at other options.

Isla truly thought they did, that they were looking at other ways to make this work, at least she did, and it wasn't until she was standing with her wand in her fist on the front yard of Theodore's property, she figured that something was wrong, so wrong.

''Ready?'' Theo asked, not looking at her. He always looked at her, ''If we're doing this before sunrise, we need to—''

''Ready,'' Isla squinted, narrowing her eyes at him, and she gave him a suspicious glare, ''And we do like we said, right? We go in through the basement, and we—''

''Mhm,'' He nodded, quickly, almost as if he was bothered with her, ''We do as we said.''

Isla pushed her lips tight, scowling slightly before his hand gripped at her waist, and he pulled her in. Placing a swift kiss onto her lips, he whispered, ''It's... This is dangerous, like really dangerous. If anything goes wrong, I'm taking you out of there, and I don't want to hear a word about it, alright? I said it already, but I can't live without you, and I rather have Leo locked in there than you getting hurt.''

She stayed hushed.

''I love you, Isla. You know that, right?''

Her eyes flickered, her hands grasping at his dark shirt, ''I know,'' Her lips were back against his, lengthening herself a bit on her toes to match him, ''I love you.''

''Okay...'' He hesitated with one arm sheeting her waist. He brought his wand out, muttering the magic to take them out of there, ''Let's break into Azkaban then.''

She wished they didn't.

Isla wished she'd listened to him a month ago when he told her no. She wished she wasn't as stubborn as she'd been. She hated herself at this moment.

At this exact moment, she despised herself. The wind tugged at their bodies, the ocean stormed around them, hitting the massive building in front of them forcefully. She could barely breathe due to the hard strokes of air hitting her chest. She couldn't see a thing through the mist as it thickened around them.

This was bad. A terribly bad idea, one of the stupidest things she'd yet suggested.

All she felt was Theodore holding onto her, grabbing her and keeping her so tightly pressed against him not to lose her in the downfall pouring over them.

Azkaban was said to be hell on earth. She didn't believe it when she read it. It looked like a scary building, and that was it. She didn't expect it to be settled in the middle of the ocean. She didn't think it would be as terrifying as it actually was.

Isla was scared, so scared as Theodore dragged her with him, finding shelter against one of the walls of the construction, ''Fucks sake—'' He shouted, loudly through the storm, ''It's fucking madness!''

Isla nodded, brushing her hair out of her face, but it just kept swirling around her, ''Theo—'' She shouted back, feeling panic soaring within her, ''Perhaps this wasn't—''

He looked at her, his eyes meeting hers instantly as he pulled her in, wrapping his arms around her, ''Say the word, and I take you home again. You know I will.'' His voice came hot over her ear, and it had her caving into his chest, burying her face against the safety of him, ''Just say the word, Isla, and I will take you home.''

She swallowed, feeling him letting go of her. Theodore looked down at the girl as she shook her head, nodding for him to make the distraction so they could sneak down to the basement, ''He needs us, Theo.''

He nodded, taking his wand up and aiming it at the corner of the building, ready to blow it up in order to cause enough disturbance to enter Azkaban unnoticed.

Isla backed up, several steps with her heart hammering within her chest. Nervous and scared, she couldn't quite figure out which one she was at this time, ''Be careful!'' She said, folding her arms across her chest and taking another couple of steps back, ''Just be—''

She screamed.

Isla screamed so loudly before a hand was slammed over her mouth, another hand gripping her by her hip and pressing her against something warm.

Her eyes pinched shut, thinking that they got caught already, thinking that this was it, that she'd be the one locked up now.

It wasn't until she inhaled. Sharply through her nose, she could feel the scent lingering around her. She'd almost forgotten how he smelled like, but the second the heavy, mysterious notes of his scent trapped her senses, she nearly flung around. Her veins iced, her shocked expression faded into a cold one.

Not as near as cold as his. His eyes stung into her body, pinning her to the ground. He looked at her, penetrating her soul with the intensity of his glare.

Isla clenched her teeth as he gritted his jaw. Still with his hand on her waist, still standing near, they both had never wished to be further apart.

''Malfoy,'' Isla spat harshly, ''What the hell are you doing here?''

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