Temptation

As Pansy whisked her away from the secluded corner where she had been silently waiting, Theo couldn't shake the memory of his surprise earlier that day when he opened the door to find none other than Cassiopeia Malfoy standing before him. She had caught him fresh out of the shower, just a minute too late to catch her brother, though he refused to admit he was grateful for the timing. Despite her attempts to avoid his gaze, he noticed the subtle defiance in her eyes, which only fueled his smirk. There was something undeniably captivating about her.

Though Theo knew pursuing anything with his best mate's sister was out of the question, not that he had ever thought of doing such a thing, he couldn't resist the banter she effortlessly threw his way. It was harmless fun, he told himself, and she proved herself far too entertaining to ignore.

He begrudgingly acknowledged, albeit only to himself, that she was undeniably attractive. He had come to that conclusion the previous weekend when he first laid eyes on her. However, Draco's ominous warning still lingered in his mind.

Her presence brought his thoughts full circle when Pansy made a passing comment about her dress. He silently agreed that it might be a tad too long, but nevertheless fit the occasion, but opted to keep his observations to himself, content to simply observe Cassiopeia's presence instead. He caught a glimpse of Narcissa in her, the resemblance undeniable, especially now that she was wearing a dress undoubtedly chosen by her mother. And Narcissa was an attractive woman. He would never deny that. However, he saw Narcissa more as a maternal figure, the closest he'd get as he had no himself, not for a long time now, while Cassiopeia remained something he didn't know much about.

He shook the thoughts to the back of his head, seeing as though those would get him only in trouble, instead opting to find a replacement for the muse in question. One he didn't lie to himself about. Luckily he never had trouble with that side of the job.

Theodore Nott was quite the charmer among the girls, known for his wit, wealth, and a touch of mystery. While he could be a bit of a jerk at times, that only added to his allure and made him all the more beloved. And of course, his reputation in the bedroom was widely acknowledged and admired.

During one summer holiday at one of the many parties he frequented, Theodore had a girl approach him. She was an American student visiting her cousin in Britain. Unreserved and familiar, she spoke to him as if they had known each other for years. She mentioned hearing rumors about his prowess and came to verify them for herself. Theodore, always the gentleman, ensured she didn't leave disappointed. He never learned her name or her cousin's, nor did he encounter her again, but it didn't bother him much, as he wasn't one for long-term connections.

That mindset hadn't shifted, although Theodore was aware that his father would inevitably broach the topic. The expectation was clear: find a high-status, pureblood Slytherin girl to marry soon after graduation, thus perpetuating the family lineage. Being part of the Sacred 28 added weight to these expectations. Theodore pondered why his father hadn't pressed him about a suitable match yet, but he was grateful nonetheless, as such matters won't be a priority for him for quite some time.

None of the boys were contemplating marriage yet, as evident from their interactions with girls, although they never discussed it openly. The joke about Draco being the first to succumb to that pressure stemmed from Lucius's influence, as he wasn't one to defy expectations. While they hadn't delved further into the topic, the idea of their eventual marriages crossed Theo's mind. He speculated that Draco might be the first, followed by Blaise, especially given the enigmatic girl he kept silent about. Theo hesitated to place himself on the list, knowing his father's influence could sway his decision. Mattheo shared his sentiment, appearing unlikely to marry. Enzo, however, sparked mixed thoughts; Berkshire's reluctance to settle down contrasted with his playboy reputation, leaving Theo uncertain about where to place him.

Theo pushed aside thoughts of marriage, focusing instead on the girl he'd found to distract himself with. Simply appearing in the hallway garnered the attention he sought. Their relationship, as she described to others, was merely acquaintances, and to her fool of a boyfriend too. Theo had no interest in anything beyond their arrangement (occasional hookups), and on that they both agreed, finding a thrill in the risky encounters, especially knowing they could be caught by him at any moment. It was a rush he preferred over safer options.

The empty, seldom-used classroom in the dungeons served as a popular hookup spot for older Slytherins. With their focus solely on physical satisfaction, conversations were brief. A quick muffliato and locking spell was their sign to begin. From the outset, Theo had her pinned against the wall, his hands swiftly removing any obstacles in the way. Her shirt, unbuttoned, lay open for him to get easier access to the back of her bra. If unclipping a bra was a sport Theo would be a worldwide champion. As the white lace fell to the ground Theo lost no time, his lips circling the nub. Her soft moans were what he liked to take as a „job well done“, but Theo was a perfectionist when it came to certain things, and he wasn't there for a job well done, he was there to hear his name screamed out. And he would get what he came here for.

As his tongue worked her hard nipples his hands worked on getting her skirt off, when it pooled on the floor, Theo looked up at the brunette.

"Is this lace for him or me?" His question slipped from his smirking lips. He already knew the answer but relished hearing her say it.

Her hands around his neck drew him closer, her kisses assertive, mirroring her personality. "Why not for both?" she teased, to which he didn't object. Fortunately for Theo, jealousy wasn't a feeling he harbored when it came to the girls he hooked up with. He wouldn't mind if she had been with all his friends; jealousy simply wasn't in his emotional repertoire.

His hand slipped under her panties, her gasp, a sound he never grew tired of. He watched her face closely as his fingers moved in circles around the sensitive bud. She grabbed his shoulder with more pressure as his pace increased. Her breathing, irregular, her eyes closed. He enjoyed the view.

As her mouth opened, no sound out of it, he found it the right timing to dip his finger in. A loud gasp escaped her open mouth. He knew just the right pace to get her off. One gets to learn that after all of the times, they hooked up. Only that must not include her boyfriend, considering she keeps coming back to Theo.

„Yes, Theo!“ Not loud enough, he thought to himself. Slipping in another finger, faster. The way her nails dug into the back of his neck, he knew she was close.

„Yes, darling?“ His nonchalant smirk made this all seem as if it were nothing.

And a second later, he got what he came here to do. He got his name screamed out. If he didn't muffliato the room, he was sure her boyfriend would finally find out how his girlfriend sounds when she's satisfied.

Her head fell on his shoulder, as she came down from her high, her breathing coming back to normal, as he pulled his hand back, catching a glimpse of his work. While she still rested he used his wand to clean her up.

While she usually doesn't leave until he gets off, this time she had warned him beforehand that she doesn't have much time, and that he won't be getting his end satisfied. He didn't mind much. After all, he does get something in return, some more boost to his ego knowing with what little effort he can get a girl lose herself.

„You know I'm sorry I won't be getting you back for this!“ She said in a low tone as she collected her clothes from the floor. The brunette looked at him, her eyes betraying a hint of guilt as they always did, yet she kept coming back.

"Don't worry, it's not like it's the last time we'll meet," he chuckled, confident in his statement. However, a lingering thought crossed his mind about whether their encounters would cease before she graduated Hogwarts.

She adjusted her bun and gave him a soft smile. "Yeah, I have to hurry now! I'll see you around, Theo!" She headed towards the locked door, which he unlocked remotely. He knew her boyfriend was waiting for her somewhere.

"Tell him I said hi!" he teased with a smirk, earning a sarcastic look from her before she exited the room.

Theo leaned back against the table behind him, retrieving a cigarette from his pocket—the last one in the pack. He lit it, taking a deep drag. He considered going into the hallway to smoke but decided against it; it was the time when prefects often patrolled the dungeons, and he wasn't in the mood to negotiate detention. So he took his time with the burning feeling in his lungs.

When he thought the timing was right, Theo walked to the door and opened it quietly. As he closed the door behind him, he noticed a figure heading towards the Slytherin common room—Draco. He considered catching up with him but then saw a better opportunity present itself.

He followed her slowly into the anteroom of the Slytherin common room. As they entered, she quickly turned around, pushing him against the wall beside the entrance door and placing her wand at his neck. Her reaction surprised him; she peered into his eyes, a hint of fear fading in her light green gaze.

"What's got you so tense, princess?" His voice carried a teasing tone, despite the unexpected situation. "Dinner went well, I see?" The semi-question was tinged with sarcasm, yet Theo was genuinely interested in how the Malfoy dinner had unfolded. He knew that even if she didn't tell him, he'd soon find out from her brother.

He hadn't expected to startle her to the point of having a wand at his neck. "My bad," he said casually, though a flicker of amusement danced in his eyes.

"Don't say," she replied, turning away from him to remove her robe. He observed as she tossed it over her arm, noting that her dress showed no sign of being worn, not a single wrinkle, likely the work of magic.

He matched her steps, walking beside her. "Need anything?" she asked, picking up on the tired and unamused tone in her voice, something he noticed was quite common. Was he boring her? Impossible.

„No. Do you?“ He returned.

"From you? No." she replied, giving him a look that was hard to decipher. Without another glance, she turned left toward the girls' dormitory, leaving him curious once again about her.

He made his way to his dorm, where he knew his friends were already waiting for him. Opening the door, he saw Mattheo standing by the window with a cigarette, Blaise lounging on his bed after a shower, Enzo sitting on the chair next to Blaise, and Draco standing beside Mattheo, clearly waiting for a drag. Theo's assumption about the dinner seemed to be correct.

"Look who the cat finally dragged in!" Mattheo's smug expression lit up as Theo entered. Theo made his way to his bed, flopping down on it and positioning himself to face his friends.

"I had to take care of some things," Theo smirked, casting a knowing glance at Draco, who bore visible signs of how the dinner had unfolded on his face.

"The one with the boyfriend, or a new one? Do enlighten us!" Blaise inquired. Although Blaise wasn't a fan of cheating or particularly fond of Theo's choice to hook up with a girl already in a relationship, his opinion of the girl in question changed after meeting her partner.

"I think we already know..." Enzo chimed in after a single glance at Theo. It was amusing to Theo that almost half the school, including all his friends, knew about him and the girl, yet her boyfriend remained oblivious.

 „So how'd the dinner go?“ Theo asked. Draco wasn't a big talker when it came to the tougher aspects of life. None of them were. But they usually get most of the stuff out one another.

"Like usual..." Draco's succinct response conveyed enough for the boys to grasp the gist of the situation. In moments like these, when the gravity of the situation required it, none of them resorted to joking. This was one of the rare instances when they knew how to be serious with each other.

"Lucius still a jerk?" Mattheo's question was his way of maintaining the serious tone.

Draco shifted his stance, declining Mattheo's cigarette this time, his gaze fixed on the window. The silence hung heavy, but they all understood the unspoken rule of waiting for the right moment to speak. It took Draco a moment to collect himself before he turned to face his friends again. "I'm too tired for this shit," he stated softly, his expression revealing more than his words did.

They did understand; after all, they had witnessed each other in similar situations and knew the feelings involved. So, after a few minutes, the room emptied out. Mattheo and Enzo returned to their dorm, leaving the remaining three roommates to silently prepare for an early night.