𝐍𝐞𝐦𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐮𝐦 𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐢𝐛𝐮𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐭. - 𝐎𝐟 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐧, 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬.

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The day went on without any other disturbances. Except the Nott incident.

After they went to the black lake, the boys searched for other victims to torment, just out of boredom. While Fiona pretended to observes the play in front of her, Marcius Nott distances from the group and slowly walks over.

The female was laying on the picnic blanket that was spread under an old oak tree. Enjoying the afternoon sun, without having a care for anything in the world.

Feeling a shadow on her, interrupting her relaxing sunbathe. Fiona leisurely opened her eyes, blinking confused while identifying the culprit as Marcius.

Leaning back at the tree, she nonchalantly asked.
"What?"

He casually stated. "Just thinking of 69 ways to fuck you." playfully tiling his head to the side while twisting his lips into an provocative smile.

"And you?"

There was something unsettling, the way Marcius looked over her. As he would peel of every single of her clothes- only with his eyes.

Nott sat down in her personal pace, discreetly placing his veiny hand on her lower back. But so that nobody could notice it on the first glance.

Disbelief was all written over her face, mouth gaping wide open. He was too bold, they were in a public place where everyone could easily discover them.

His hand got more and more lower, to a place where she rather not like him to be.
She almost wished, she could break off his fingers, without raising any unwanted attention.

The boy got inconspicuously closer to her bottom, whispering into her ear.

"I would recommend you to close that mouth of yours," leering lecherously at the female. "or should I remind you-"

Before he could end the sentence, Fiona quickly shushed him by putting her hand over his mouth.

The Zabini heiress overwhelmingly choked out.
"Now there is no need to be vulgare!"

Before he could respond with another lewd remark, her expression turned serious. Taking her hand back.

"We need to end this," pointing at them both. "whatever this is!"

Marcius got unnervingly silent, his face devoid of any emotions.

To change the eerie mood, she asked him. "How do you feel about that? Don't you think it's time that we separately move on with our lives?"

For a long time there was no noise from his side.

A glint of derision shines through his eyes that made her blood boil.

"Funny you think, you have a say in that."
His tone, void of all emotion, or any empathy,

A shiver runs down her back, it wasn't what he said but how he said it, with a dark promise behind those words.

That indicates- it will not end well for her.

She slowly turned around to face him, a grave mistake.
His eyes hold on a terrifying sadistic gleam. The Nott heir caressed her face in a loving manner, but the words that came right after were anything but lovely.

"If we weren't in the wide opening, i would fuck you till you can't even stand properly." he deeply whispered into her ear.

Leaning back, to inspect her whole body while his head playfully tilled the side.

When Marcius spoke again, his voice became remarkably deeper.

"That's how I feel about that."

Surprisingly to the male, he hears the Zabini heiress hysterically laughing. To the outside world it looked like Nott told a great joke but inwardly she was panicking.

Oh fucking God! What's happening? I need to get the fuck away from him!! A maniac- that's what he is! No shred of sanity available!

Marcius was about to question her and ask what's so funny, but Evan Rosier, like the angel he was, appeared at the perfect timing.

"Are you guys having fun without me?"

He crossed his arms while playfully shaking his head in a disappointed manner.

The Nott heir, understanding why the female started laughing hysterically, furrowed his eyes in annoyance.

He growled out. "Piss of Rosier!"

Dramatically he let himself fall into Fiona's lap, whining about his terrible friends and no one liking him.

This draws the attention of the others. Abraxas seeing Evan on the lap of his fiancée, rolled his eyes in exasperation. He was the only male, he let so close to his soon-to-be wife. Knowing he could trust his friend.

The group was familiar with Evan's childish antics, so they really weren't surprised seeing the scene in front of them.

In the meantime where everyone's attention was
occupied by a certain french boy, the frightened fifth-year hufflepuff girl quickly picked up her stuff and ran in the direction of her dorm.

Another victim of the group.

Ares Avery, the first one noticed the missing of their plaything, groaned aggravated. The others finally noticed what they let run away, the disappointment was clearly written all over their face.

On their way back, the group divided into smaller groups. Malfoy and Lestrange had some research to do in the school library, for their upcoming potion project, which Fiona knew was a lie because she took the same class as them and Slughorn didn't give up any project to his students.

Before Abraxas completely walked away from them, he quickly kissed his fiancée which the female returned maybe not with the same passion but nonetheless.

Mulciber and Avery made their way to the Quidditch field to train for their upcoming match. Both had an identical haughty smirk on their face, so Fiona wasn't sure if they really went to practice or doing something else.

Evan excused himself, saying he had a club meeting with Alphard Black.

A club with only the two of them as members, they called themselves the respectable and honorable members of IOCOS, a latin word that could easily be translated into English as pranks.

How obvious could they both get? But both insisted that IOCOS was the short form for something else.
Even though never telling for was it "actually" stands for.

They were obviously planning for their upcoming pranks. Of course the club wasn't officially approved by the headmaster but everyone knew about them. Even the Gyfindors had a certain amount of respect for them.

The duo reminded her of the Weasley twin.

Fiona once tried to get in but both rejected her, saying that they are a two-man-show only. There were times when they included her and those times she often dragged Rana into it with the excuse of wanting to create more wholesome memories.

The mystery about IOCOS members was that they never got caught but their fingerprints were all over the crime scene. Typical Slytherin.

Fiona inwardly knew something sooner or later would happen and not everyone would be happy about it.

Evan saying that they had a meeting, got the female curious and planned to secretly follow him.

Nott tried to be alone with her but magically ended up going with Ares and Baxter- it wasn't that magical either.

Evan just dragged her with him. She swears to herself that the blond could actually read her mind, the boy knew more than she gave him credit for.

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