To Be Or To Be Nott

Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe and all the characters are property of J.K. Rowling and whomever else has a finger in the huge franchise. I do not. I make no money nor do I claim any ownership of the people, places, and things (unless I make them up as we go). It is only to have some fun do I write this story, in hopes of some entertainment.


Warning: This chapter contains scenes with course language, explicit sexuality and mature content. Reader discretion is advised.



Theodore Nott was sitting in the middle of the dark green couch studying his Defence Against the Dark Arts spell book. Blaise reclined at the end, her feet laying across his lap. The common room was rather empty, the evening still early, most still at supper in the Great Hall. There were a few other students about, but they were easily ignored. The strawberry blonde was doing her best not to be ignored, much to Theodore's chagrin.

"Theodore, hun," she said seductively. "Would you be so kind and give this poor girl a foot massage?"

Looking out the corner of his eye, he watched Blaise stretch. Her lithe body arching off the couch. Her school robe was gone and she had the top three buttons of her white blouse undone. The red bra underneath was peaking out as if to say 'look at me!' With her shoes off, her tiny feet rubbed his thighs and belly. A playful smile curled her full lips. With her toes she grabbed for his book and kicked it from his hand.

Theodore gave her a scathing glance before picking up the fallen text again. Blaise pouted, causing a smile to break out on Theodore's face. Blaise narrowed her eyes, giving him a murderous look. Using her toes again, the young witch poked her friend's sides, tickling him.

"Hey!" he complained.

Giving an innocent smile as she continued her torment, Blaise replied. "You should have given me the foot rub."

Theodore tossed the book to the floor and grabbed Blaise's ankles. A small squeak escaped her throat as he gave a strong heave and pulled her onto her back. He flipped her over and sat on the backs of her legs. On her stomach, Blaise was at Theodore's mercy, her legs held motionless under his weight and her arms flailing wildly at her sides. He bent forward, his lips close to her ear. Feeling his hot breath, hearing the hiss of air around her, Blaise stiffened. "Now you will pay, witch," Theodore whispered. "You wanted a simple little foot rub, but you get so much more."

Blaise gasped as she felt his fingers tip toe up her spine. She tried to squirm away but was trapped. "Theodore!" she said in a threatening tone. "Don't you dare."

His fingers slid over her back to her shoulders. Another small squeak flew from her mouth as his fingers brushed her collarbone. She shrugged, trying to protect her exposed neck and renewed her squirming. Theodore laughed on top of her. Knowing the horror that was coming, Blaise locked her elbows against her sides and thrashed on the couch. "Zabini, luv," Theodore sang. "I've got a surprise for you."

Halting her movements, Blaise turned her head to look up at Theodore. "What?" she asked timidly.

The smile on Theodore's face frightened her. It was so….evil. "I have an accomplice." He nodded behind him and Blaise strained to see. Popping over his shoulder, Pansy Parkinson emerged. "Get her feet Parkinson."

"No!" Blaise screeched as Pansy began an assault on her feet.

"Oh come now, Blaise," Pansy laughed. "I did hear you wanted a foot massage, didn't I?"

"That you did," Theodore answered. His fingers continued to work their way against Blaise's sides. The torture was too much for her and she began to laugh. Tears streaked down her face as she tried to fight free.

Pansy giggled. She worked one of the captured girl's socks off and was tickling a bare sole. "This is such fun," she exclaimed.

"You just wait, Parkinson," Blaise choked out, her face buried in the cushions of the couch. "It'll be your turn next."

Pansy stepped back quickly, her eyes going wide with apprehension before softening in laughter. "I'm not ticklish," she commented.

Theodore turned to look at the pug nosed brunette. "I was under the impression that you have very sensitive knees." Theodore smiled when the girl's eyes went wide with horror.

"How.. how do you know that?"

"A little snake told me." Theodore laughed in amusement at the girl's look of indignation. Keeping his eyes on her, he bent forward and said to a shuddering Blaise, "Have you had enough, luv? Want to exact a little revenge on Miss Parkinson?" Blaise nodded against the pillows and Theodore slipped off her.

"But it was his idea!" Pansy shrieked, pointing at Theodore.

Blaise rolled off the couch and eyed Theodore narrowly. "She's right you know," Blaise said thoughtfully. Theodore sat back on the couch and picked up his lost book. The strawberry blonde saw the smug smirk he wore and took a step towards him.

"She's getting away," Theodore commented with a nod.

Blaise glanced over and saw Pansy inching her way towards the girl's dorm rooms. She stopped when she noticed Blaise eyeing her and tried to look innocent. "Blaise," Pansy said shakily. "We can get Nott. There's two of us and only one of him. He won't stand a chance. Why would you want to get me? It was all his doing!"

Theodore looked over the top of his book to see the brunette pointing at him. Quirking an eyebrow, he closed his book on his finger to keep his place. "Parkinson, I'm insulted. Do I look like the sort of person to subject my best friend to such torment?" Pansy gave a snort of disbelief. Blaise chuckled at such a blatant lie. Theodore smiled. "Well, alright, I do look like such a person, but, and here's the kicker, I knew what I was doing. Zabini will get me back, of that I'm sure. Revenge is a dish best served cold."

"Not always, Teddy," Blaise commented.

Pansy took a step back as Blaise took a step towards her. The two girls eyed each other. "Nott," Pansy pleaded. "Theodore. Can I call you Teddy?"

"No."

Pansy made a small sound of panic. "Theodore Nott, I'll get you for this! Just you wait." Saying that, Pansy turned tail and ran toward the dorm rooms. Blaise gave chase with a small laugh.

"I sleep in the same room, Parkinson," Blaise called after her.

Theodore laughed as he heard the girl's shrieks and laughter coming from down the hall. He so wanted to watch, but boys weren't allowed, or even able really, to get to the girl's side. Damn charms. "Hey girls," he called out to them. "Why don't you take it to the boy’s side. Then we all can enjoy the show."

The students that were in the common room laughed at the sport, the girls venturing forth to witness Blaise's revenge. Theodore tried hard to concentrate on his studies, but the noise and the idea of what the two girls were doing filled his thoughts. Sighing, he gave up all pretence of work and looked towards the dorms along with the other few boys in the common room.

Finally there was silence. Then applause as Blaise sauntered back into the common room pushing a very dishevelled Pansy. Her face was flushed from her torment and her knees just below her skirt were red from the tickling. Blaise marched Pansy in front of Theodore and he looked up into the fiery, cunning eyes of two very determined witches. "Uh oh!" he muttered just before both girls dove at him and began to poke and tickle him. As he pushed one girl away, the other was there to punish him. He was lost and knew it.

"What is going on in here?"

Every student in the common room froze at the sound of the monstrous echo of the question. Holding Blaise's wrist in his right hand and pinning Pansy to his chest with his left arm, Theodore smiled. "Ah Mister El Sayeed and Miss Greengrass. So glad of you to join us."

Kamal chuckled at the sight. He trumped over to an arm chair and sat down in it, pulling Daphne onto his lap. The girl blushed heavily at the astonished looks of her friends and housemates. She didn't expect there to be so many people around. This was all so new to her and she was quite shocked at the recent turn of events. She huddled closer to Kamal trying to disappear.

Theodore let go of the two girls who sat heavily on either side of him. All three looked at the new couple on the chair. Blaise smiled widely. "Well done, you two." Kamal leered at Blaise before he turned Daphne's face to his and took her mouth in a hot kiss. Daphne opened her eyes wide at the sudden kiss, conscious about all the prying eyes, but quickly relaxed into Kamal's tight embrace.

"Well, well, well," a cold voice said behind the cuddling couple. Draco Malfoy stood behind the chair where Kamal and Daphne sat, his arms crossed over his chest, a smirk plastered on his face. "What do we have here? The turkey and the drama queen rutting like animals it seems."

Kamal made to stand and face the blonde wizard, but Daphne, still sitting in his lap, placed her hand on his shoulder and shook her head. The dark teen narrowed his eyes at his girlfriend but gave a perceptible nod. "I do believe, Mister Malfoy, that there is a hint of jealousy in your voice," Daphne said sweetly, her face impassive and straight. "Perhaps you wish to be in Kamal's place and have me on your lap. Or, would you prefer it the other way, where you're the one on the lap in question?" Daphne batted her lashes at the teen who glowered down at her. Kamal chuckled lightly.

Blaise stood up and moved to Draco's side. "My dear Draco," she cooed, her hand sliding over his lean chest. "Would you care for a nursemaid to help ease that nasty scratch you received earlier today? That little… witch Granger was rather scathing today."

Theodore looked over to Draco at the mention of the know-it-all Granger. He raised an eyebrow and wondered what he had been doing with her after the quidditch game. The two teen's eyes locked and Draco scowled at him. "Nott, how is that little plaything you have snared this year? What is her name? Turpin?"

Theodore stood up quickly and faced Draco. "What about her, Malfoy?"

Draco brushed Blaise away and walked over to the side of the room. A couple second years hurried away. Theodore followed and felt the eyes of his friends boring into his back. He knew Draco. The teen was following in his father's footsteps and had a malicious streak to him. No doubt, the silvery blonde wizard was on his way to becoming a Death Eater. Theodore quelled the shudder that threatened to overtake him. His own father would be looking to introduce Theodore to the Dark Lord soon himself.

In a low sinister voice, Draco said "You two have become very… close, I've noticed. It looks serious. Does your father know?"

"Unlike your father Malfoy, my father didn't stick around in prison to wait for the legal system to get him out. I'm positive my father has little interest how his son makes use of his time, except for the knowledge that I'm attending school."

Malfoy smiled wickedly. "Oh I'm sure you give your father little credit in regards to your future and welfare. If he's anything like my father, he would have already investigated possible candidates for your betrothal. How would he react to the news that you're spending quite a bit of time with a girl who couldn't possibly fit the station of a wizard such as yourself?"

"He would say I'm sowing my wild oats, as it were," Theodore said icily.

The smile Draco gave Theodore made the sandy haired teen want to rip the pink lips from the blonde's face. His voice grated every fibre of Theodore's resolve. "Ahhh. You're just playing then? How delightful. So you won't mind another having a go with the little strumpet. She is quite fetching. I'm sure she could polish the old nob quite nicely."

Theodore lunged forward and grabbed Draco by the throat. The surprise in the blonde's eyes was warming, but the fire in Theodore's belly was scorching. "If you so much as look in her direction, Malfoy…" Theodore warned.

The other Slytherins watched in fascination. Kamal smirked as he held onto Daphne. To see the pompous Draco beaten was very enjoyable. The arrogant ponce needed to be knocked down a peg or two. He cursed as he noticed Draco's goon squad enter the common room and make a beeline for their master. Kamal quickly stood, sending a surprised Daphne to the couch unceremoniously. Blaise was on her feet quickly also. Pansy was a step behind.

"Let him go, Nott," Goyle ordered, his fat face red with emotion.

"Yeah," Crabbe echoed.

Kamal stepped in front of Goyle and Crabbe and crossed his arms over his chest. The burly teen sized up the other two. He could take one or the other, but was unsure if he could best both together. It would be a battle. He grinned wolfishly in anticipation. Crabbe shot an alarmed glance at his friend and took a step back.

"Theodore," Blaise said melodically. "Come away, hun. There's no need for such a display." She put her hand on the teen's arm and gently urged him back.

Theodore looked sideways at his friend and sighed audibly. Shooting another glance at Draco, he released his hold around his neck. "I've warned you, Malfoy. Don't tempt me again."

Pansy went to Draco's side and slipped her arm through his, trying to lead him away. The arrogant wizard pried himself free and stepped back toward Theodore. He motioned everyone away. Goyle and Crabbe backed up instantly. Theodore stepped towards him again, anger flashing in his eyes. With a gesture, Blaise and Kamal stood back a pace.

Leaning forward, Draco sneered, "You will pay for this Nott."

"I don't think so, Malfoy," Theodore stated with a snarl. "You say my father would be curious to know about my dalliances. I put it to you, how would your father react to the knowledge that you're shagging a mudblood."

Alarm flashed through Draco's eyes quickly before he schooled his expression. Dismissing Theodore's comment with an irritated noise, he asked, "Where would you get such a ridiculous notion?"

Theodore smiled. "I have my sources. I'm shocked, Malfoy. You're really sinking. To sully yourself with a mudblood is one thing, but to let Potter's girlfriend lead you around by the curlies is dredging the bottom of the barrel." Theodore's eyes flashed in victory. "I hope you enjoyed your shower after the quidditch game."

Draco scowled and turned away from his rival. "Sod off, Nott. This isn't the end." He turned away, his robes swirling around him, making Theodore think of their Head of House. He gave Draco credit. It was an ability that he himself had yet to master. On his way past, Draco grabbed Pansy's arm and dragged her away.

Theodore watched them go and then turned towards Blaise, who was looking angrily after the retreating Pansy. "Damn him," Blaise exclaimed.

"Didn't go exactly as you planned, luv?" Theodore asked.

Blaise snorted in disgust. "Not at all. I suppose he's making me pay for siding with you. Dragging Parkinson off like that! The nerve."

"Maybe they will only be studying," Theodore said with a laugh.

Blaise turned her cool eyes to Theodore and arched her brow. She saw his smirk and rolled her eyes. "The power of positive thinking. Bah! Maybe I should just go find myself someone to commiserate with."

"Perhaps."

Theodore and Blaise turned and looked at each other. Their eyes roamed and took in the other. When they locked eyes again, they both smiled and together said, "Nah!" and strode away from each other.