Mature content ahead.

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Isla's eyes flickered across the pages of her book, sighing within the flesh of her mouth and waiting impatiently for the class to come to an end.

The tips of her fingers clawed at the worn wood of the table as she drew letters on it. She wasn't in the state of her head to focus. She couldn't think clearly.

''And if you turn to the next page, you'll see that the assignment for this week is properly introduced.''

The teacher's voice barely had an effect on her. Her mind clouded as she tilted her head to the right, feeling as the strands of her hair fell along with it.

She was seated far back today. She didn't want nor crave any attention from the professor or from the other students. She simply wished to sit in her own bubble with nothing but her thoughts as they circled her.

Isla's neck snapped to the side, sensing the burning stare as it ripped into her side forcefully and without delay — her eyes leveled his.

The messy brown curls on his head trapped her attention instantly, and she couldn't help but feel a slight curl tugging on her lips at the way he was looking at her.

Theodore rose a brow, leaning back on his chair as his legs stretched out in front of him, keeping his eyes on her, and it moved down her frame. Isla watched as his jaws sharply gritted, and his gaze bolted at her hitched-up skirt, revealing the soft skin of her thighs.

Theo's eyes darted up to level hers again before his tongue rolled across his bottom lip. His mind clouded by the thoughts he held.

She blushed at that, shaking her head slowly as he discreetly bowed his, gesturing to the door, exiting the classroom.

Isla's brows furrowed as she scowled at him, but Theodore simply smirked widely.

Mouthing the words, 'come on' at her as she continued shaking her head, whispering harshly back, ''No.''

Theodore made a few more tries, looking hungrily at her as she stood her ground until he lost his temper. Slamming his fists into the table, and even if the teacher yelled at him for storming out — he did so anyway.

Isla blinked quickly. The muffling sound of students chuckling at his exit tore through her already pounding ears, and with another sigh, a loud one, she carefully pushed her chair back, not to make any sound.

She sneaked out in the hallway unnoticeably. Her head cocking to the side before she gasped, feeling as a large hand sheeted her mouth and an arm wrapped around her waist.

Her senses filled with the rich scent of him, and her body caved into his chest within a heartbeat.

''You're always so tense, better loosen up a bit, yeah?'' Theodore growled along with the shell of her ear, brushing his nose against it after.

He let go of her as she stumbled forward, turning around wide-eyed, ''You always do that, so how can I not?'' She fired back, her arms folded over her chest, ''Why would you leave like that? I thought you got mad at me—''

''Because of this...'' Theodore used a step close to her, his hand immediately gripped her jaw as he slammed his lips into hers, ''Because I can't look at those— fuck—''

Isla kissed him back, her fingers clawing down his spine as she melted into him.

''I can't fucking look at your pretty thighs without—'' Theo paused again, pressing his chest to hers as her fingers moved up his neck, bringing him down to her level, ''Without fucking exploding.''

''Mhm—'' Isla breathed into his lips, her hands fisting in his hair, ''What if I can't look at you without—''

''Don't—'' Theodore growled, tearing their touch in two as he stepped back. His steps echoing in the deserted hallway, ''Don't say those things to me. I can't hold back. You know that.''

Narrowing her sight in his, she tilted her head, completely overwhelmed by the lust she carried for him, ''Say what?'' She whispered, ''That I want you?''

Theodore hissed. His teeth gritted.

She took a step forward, angling her body against his, ''That I want you too? Because I do,'' Her tone kept low, ''That I want to feel—''

''Fuck this,'' Theodore rasped out, bending down as he gripped her waist, and not even a breath later, he'd thrown her across his shoulder, ''Fuck you and fuck this.''

Isla laughed out, whining as he walked fast with her clinging on to him for dear life. Theodore scowled at every student they passed as they stared more than confusingly at the sight of them.

He booted the door to the common room open before he stormed up the stairs, shoving his own door wide, and slammed it shut right after. She barely understood what happened until her spine roughly collided with his bed.

''So fucking eager...'' He hummed, towering over her. His hands on each side of her head, ''You think that was funny, yeah?''

Isla chuckled, shaking her head as he dipped closer, feeling as his breaths fanned her flushed skin, ''You think turning me on in class is funny? Let me show you what's funny—''

She gasped out loudly as his lips stroked along her jaw, ''Theo—'' Isla inhaled sharply. Her hands made an attempt to tangle into his hair again, but he was quick to snatch her by the wrists, bending her arms and pinning them over her head.

''I'm in charge,'' He seethed, letting his teeth graze along with her ear, ''I'm in fucking charge, and you'll take it.''

Isla nodded, ''I want it.''

Her hair brushing against the mattress as he attacked her throat roughly. He sucked on her skin as she arched her neck back, her hips bucking up to his, and she could feel the size of him, straining in his pants.

It made her pool. It caused her breaths to heave and her eyes to flutter close, sensing his clothed length as it stroked over her thigh.

Theodore kneeled inches closer, placing his knee in between her thighs fully, and she could explode by the friction. Her skirt had folded up on her stomach, and her underwear was on full display for him as he put pressure upon his leg, making her meet the gesture. She slowly began to rock against him.

A seeping silence sheltered them as the sounds of his heavy breaths fused with her soft moans. It felt heavenly to her — rolling her hips onto his thigh over the mattress.

Theodore kept her arms nailed down, and his kisses quickly shifted into nibbling — he thirsted to taste her all ways possible, ''Such a pretty girl, getting off on my thigh...'' He groaned into her skin.

Isla barely let a breath off her lips in response. She couldn't control what his low voice and his thigh in between her legs did to her as he hit the right spot over and over, ''Oh my—''

''Fuck—'' Theo hewed her off, bringing his face up to level hers, ''Such pretty moans too, yeah?'' He mumbled, catching her lower lip with his teeth, ''Such a perfect, pretty girl.''

''Please—'' Her back arched, overwhelmed in the tension he brought. She couldn't even keep her eyes open as her lashes battled, ''I'm— please—''

''Let me feel you shake, love—'' Theodore smirked, already knowing what the name would do to her. He bent back, stretching his spine before his hand, unexpectedly let go of her arms, and gripped her by her throat instead.

He tugged her up to him with the grasp of her neck as her eyes widened, seating her fully on his thigh, ''There you go, love, now let me feel you come undone for me.''

His hands moved down her frame, landing on her hips as he helped her slam herself down on him. Her fingers ripped at his shoulder. Her forehead dropped to his as she felt the waves building up inside her.

''Theo—''

''Say my name, pretty girl,'' He growled, grabbing her neck and bending her head back to watch the face she made as she came. He loved seeing her fall apart because of him, ''Say my fucking name.''

"Theo, oh my—"

Isla's body shook, her body overworked with pleasure, and he laid her back down, smirking and biting his lip at the view of her trembling self. Her chest heavy as her face tipped to the side, watching as he stood tall on his feet next to the bed.

Her skin lacked the touch of his the very moment he drew away, and she used every ounce of energy she carried to push herself up, shoving herself to the edge of the mattress.

''Want more again, mhm?'' Theodore grinned, narrowing his burning stare in hers, ''Tell me what you want, Isla.''

Him saying her name shook her. He told it with such force.

''I want you—'' Her neck arched, biting down her lower lip at what she was about to say. He indeed encouraged her to feel more solid within herself, ''I want you to fuck me."

Theodore growled silently, ''What?''

''I want you—'' Isla swallowed her hesitancy, ''I need you inside me. I want more—''

His hand flew to her throat, forcing her back onto the bed as he rolled his neck, cursing underneath his breath, ''You want me inside you, yeah? Then let me fill you the fuck up—''

Theodore slowly moved his hands down his torso, gripping his belt as he unbuckled it, and she slightly flinched by the sound of the metallics striking the ground.

He shoved his pants down, booting them to the side as she watched him unbuttoning his shirt.

His stomach flexed, every outlined muscle angled, and it caused her breaths to hitch. Never had she felt so much lust just by looking at someone.

''And let me make you fucking breathless—'' He towered her again, her legs wrapping around his waist as she brought him down to her level, letting their lips collide hungrily for a moment before he tore away.

His eyes studied her arched chest, and without reason — he ripped her shirt apart.

Isla gasped, her sight flickered between him and the torn pieces of clothing as he smirked, ''Don't you worry, love—'' He leaned back down, his large hand warmly brushed along the side of her stomach, ''You look so much better without it anyway.''

The chilly air in his room caused shivers to trail over her exposed chest as he tugged her skirt up over her belly, teasing at the hem of her underwear, and with a nod, tipping off her head, he dragged them down, leaving her bare.

''This fucking cunt,'' Theodore mumbled, pushing the material of his boxers aside as he brought out his cock. Her eyes flayed wide by the size of it.

She'd felt it before, but this was different. Now she watched as it slapped up against his muscles and her thighs squeezed together.

''This fucking cunt is made for my cock, isn't it?'' Theodore placed a hand in level with her head, and his dick ached, ''That's why I'm always so fucking hard for you and why you—''

He hissed, stroking his tip across her core. Her arousal mixed with his precum, ''Why you take me so fucking well...'' He finished, lining up to where he needed to be as he rose a brow at her, ''You okay?''

His voice laced lowly with concern, ''Do you want me to stop—''

Isla propped herself up on her elbows, one arm around his neck as she brushed her lips along his, ''Don't ever stop—'' She breathed as he pushed into her, ''Don't ever stop—''

Her head fell back, squinting lightly by the burning pain as it faded into pleasure. It was so much easier now — it didn't hurt at all in comparison to their first time.

''With your sweet cunt,'' Theodore slid out before roughly pushing back in, ''With your sweet cunt around my cock I could never stop—''

She was clenching so hard around him, so tight that he knew he wouldn't last long. It was addicting, to say at least — feeling as her pussy hugged his cock.

''If you only knew—'' Theodore moaned out, his hand settled on the headboard of the bed as she fell flat on her back again, her hands grasping at his neck.

Her nails clawing, ''If you only knew just how pretty you look with my cock buried inside you.''

He couldn't drag his sight of her as a thin layer of sweat collected on his forehead, pounding into her, his cock stretching her.

''So damn pretty while being fucked,'' Theodore kept on praising her, and she couldn't control the sounds spilling from her lips anymore.

Isla tried to match his gesture, bucking her hips up to meet his as he nailed her down, taking full control of her shaking self.

''Please—'' Isla's eyes rolled back, her head buried deeper into his pillow, ''Please, I can't—''

Not a proper word was spoken. She was rambling.

''I'm so fucking deep—'' Theodore growled. He wanted to push harder, to slam into her roughly as she lost her breath, but he at the same time needed to tame himself.

He would ruin her.

''So fucking deep in your pretty cunt,'' He mumbled, his hand around the headboard clenched harder, thrusting more violently into her. He couldn't control it.

''Theo—'' Isla moaned out, and that sweet sound was the tipping point for the boy as he, without thinking, pushed at a merciless pace, quickening his movements and biting down onto his own lip not to moan himself.

''I'm—'' Isla heaved, ''I think I'm—''

The waves rocked her again, and she came to be an undone mess beneath him. Her body shook as he kept on fucking her through it, and just as he felt his own high crashing down on him — his hand ripped through the headboard.

Both of them flinched, and Isla could see the feared expression as it mantled his face. She was quick to take his hand in hers, and she left soft kisses on top of it, ''It's alright, just come for me,'' Isla breathed, ''It's okay, let me feel you—''

"Come for me, Theo—"

Pieces of wood spilled around them as he bent back up, pulling out of her and his seed felt warm over her stomach.

He was breathing heavily, and so was she as he fell down beside her. The silence trickled them again, gathering themselves from what they just did.

Isla tried to push her lips together, not to chuckle at what just happened, ''So you really do break beds—'' She couldn't hold it back as her head fell to the side, facing him, ''Not bad, Theo,''

Theodore scoffed, rolling his eyes away from her as he reached for his wand, whispering the same spell he used the last time, and the mess he'd caused on her skin faded.

''I'll break you—'' He mocked her back, folding her skirt down, ''But then I wouldn't be able to use you—''

Isla froze at the words. Her breaths stilled, as did his talks.

His eyes squeezed shut, and he realized what he said, ''Isla, I didn't—''

''Not, it's okay,'' She told lowly as she pushed herself up, standing tall next to the bed. Not once did she look at him, ''I have to—''

''Isla, for fucks sake—'' Theodore cursed, sounding more than desperate for her to listen to him, ''I didn't mean it like—''

She turned around, matching the hurtful glimmer in his eyes, ''Then why would you say it? After what we just did, Theo? Why would you even say that?''

His sight lowered as his jaws clenched. He stayed silent.

''That's what I thought,'' Isla shook her head, nearly feeling as if she could cry.

She folded her torn shirt over her chest, covering herself up as best as she could before she stormed out, slamming the door shut behind her.

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Isla changed her clothes quickly before she rushed back to the class she'd left to be with Theodore. Her steps echoed severely, and she flung the door open, huffing below her breath.

''With Nott again, yeah?''

Isla coiled back. A slight screech fled her lips as she looked wide-eyed and frightened at the boy standing with her books in his hands.

''What the fuck did I tell you about him?'' Draco seethed, cocking his head as he leaned against the desk she'd been seated at, ''I told you not to—''

''And I told you that I'm free to do whatever I want,'' She stated, stretching her spine and raising her chin, ''Now give me my books, please. I have somewhere to be—''

''Fucking unbelievable,'' Draco growled, pushing himself off the wood, shaking his head slowly at her, ''When are you going to learn how to fucking—''

Isla sighed loudly as she took a step ahead, ''No, when are you going to learn that I'm not a bloody toy, Malfoy!'' Her voice leveled higher, ''I'm not a toy for either of you to use however you please. I'm not someone you can make Pansy jealous with, and I'm not someone that Theodore can use whenever he wants!''

Draco blinked quickly.

''I'm not your damn toy. I know I made mistakes too, but I'm so sick of this!'' Her hands were thrown in the air, ''I'm so bloody tired of you and your damn conquering.''

He didn't know what to say. His face shifted cooly as his jaws gritted.

''You know what?'' Isla snapped, her eyes hooded. She didn't want to do this anymore, he could tell, ''Keep my books. I don't care—''

She aimed to turn around, to walk out and slam the door shut without remorse, but the second she stepped outside — Draco yanked her back, his hand around her wrist as he dragged her back.

The grey eyes bored through hers, evilly and filled with spite as his sight moved down her neck, and he growled, lowly at the marks on her skin.

''You will listen to me—''

''No!'' Isla yelled out, shoving him as she herself backed away, ''I don't have to, what is it that you don't understand? Both of you? I don't have to do anything.''

Draco's skin flushed in rage as he rose a brow at her, mangling his lips together.

''I'm done,'' Isla breathed out, her hands combed through her hair before her arms fell to her sides in pure exhaustion, ''I don't want to do this anymore. I don't care about you or your jealousy or Pansy, and I don't care about him—''

Her head shook.

It hurt thinking about how he'd used her, how she let him use her. How she slept with him, thinking that he wouldn't.

Draco had done worse things than that, indeed. Malfoy had both spoken and acted terribly, but somewhere, she expected better from Theodore — she thought him to be more than he turned out to be.

She knew herself to be wrong as well. She wasn't foolish. She'd done wrongful things, but she didn't want to anymore. She didn't want to lie nor to be torn between them.

''Have your bloody parties and play your wicked games. I don't care. Just—'' Her eyes met his as his face held blankly, ''Just leave me out of it.''

Isla looked away, her fingers curled into balled fists, and she exhaled harshly before she turned around. She walked out, and Malfoy let her.

He couldn't possibly wrap his head around what happened or why she was so upset.

Isla stormed down the hall, swallowing the lump in the back of her throat, cursing to herself for losing her temper — she wasn't supposed to do that, yet she couldn't help it.

She was lost in an already messy situation, and this made it all worse. It wasn't meant to be this way — the choice was supposed to be easy, clean, but this lived to be everything but that.

The rocking feeling sickly drained her from within as she entered the Great Hall, and she halted, peering around for her friends until Leo's hand, waving in the air, caught her attention.

''What happened—'' Leo questioned, notching right away that something was utterly wrong with her, but Isla merely shook her head, pushing her palms into the table in front of them, ''Isla what—''

''I want—'' She gulped, knowing how much of a terrible idea this would be, but she at the same time, didn't wish to live by the two Slytherin's ruling, ''I want to—''

Mila looked at her, her head snapping from Leo to Isla in pure confusion, ''You want what?''

Isla shrugged the doubt off from her shoulder, looking straight at her friends, ''There's a party tomorrow, and we're going.''

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