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 (except for Kamal El Sayeed. He‘s an original character). It is only to have some fun do I write this story, in hopes of some entertainment for the reader as well.

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

Theodore stepped into the Great Hall and stared with rapt wonder. The grandiose chamber was dark and murky, mist floating about underfoot concealing the floor. Tombstones rose from the mist near the walls naming the ghosts that inhabited the castle as well as some of the more famous homicidal maniacs of both the muggle and magic worlds. Bats flitted about overhead, screeching and swooping low every so often causing someone to shriek. Skeletons danced around as the Weird Sisters sang on the stage where the staff table usually was. Some students were already moving frenetically in time with the loud music.

Blaise came up behind him and took his arm, pulling him further into the tomb like hall. He allowed her to drag him over to the side where he leaned against Jack the Ripper's tombstone. The name seemed vaguely familiar but he paid it no mind as he looked at Blaise with lustful appreciation. She wore no clothes. Instead her body was covered in strawberry blonde fur that hid her delicious bits for propriety's sake. Her smooth stomach was bare though, from her collar bone down to just below her navel in a long strip of pale flesh. Her regal beauty was untouched save for the few long white whiskers that jutted out from her cheeks beside her nose. She sniffed playfully causing the whiskers to twitch. Seductively spinning, the tail she now sported whipped about and swished behind her. "Well," she asked airily. "What do you think?"

Theodore closed his mouth slowly. He nodded appreciatively and finally found his voice. "Very nice. How on earth did you manage this transformation?" He ran his fingers over her back tickling her spine. Her fur was downy soft and Theodore found it suddenly very warm. Blaise let out a soft sigh as Theodore stroked her. She arched her back into his hand and rubbed against him, letting him know that she liked the touch. "This isn't from polyjuice potion is it?"

Blaise snorted in derision. "Don’t be absurd. I'm not ignorant enough to mix animal with the potion." She shuddered at the thought of what might happen if such an event took place. "I've been working on this particular charm for months. Mother helped. It was very complicated. It's only temporary though. It'll last for about five to six hours."

Regarding the girl before him, Theodore said with a smirk, "remind me to be there when you change back." Blaise giggled with him as she patted him on the arm.

"And do you change into a bat at midnight Mister Nott?" Blaise inquired as she took in his black leather pants and brilliant white shirt under his red velvet vest. The black cape swirled around his shoulders as he spun for the girl. His dashing smile showcasing his long and dangerously sharp teeth. A small trickle of blood dribbled from his bottom lip where he had bit into it. She laughed as he leaned forward and grazed his teeth along her neck, making her shiver, and kissed her jugular reverentially. Blaise pushed him away almost reluctantly as she scanned the growing crowd. "Have you seen Kamal or Daphne? I'm just dying to see what they have on."

"Not yet. I just arrived myself."

"Well, let's not wait for them to make a grand entrance," she said airily. An up tempo song sprung to life and Blaise smiled giddily. "Let's dance."

She dragged Theodore into the swarm of students all dancing about and faced him playfully. Very soon they found the rhythm of the tune and their bodies took over. Blaise put her hands on Theodore's shoulders and moved tight against him as they undulated to the pulsing beat. Moving his hands around her waist, Theodore guided her round and round pushing other dancers out of their way. She laughed as she slipped from his fingers and turned around pushing her back against his chest. They moved together again before the song finally ended and a slower, more sensual song began. Blaise turned around in his arms and arched a delicate brow, a silent invitation for another dance. Theodore smiled toothily as he grasped her tightly, running his fingers through the velvet of her fur. Theodore felt the heat radiating from Blaise's body, but chalked it up to the soft fur. It was so soft and he continuously ran his hands along her back letting the downy coat slip through his fingers. Her body next to his brought to mind some very interesting ideas, but he tried to quell them. Awkwardly, shyly, Theodore inquired, "What's happening between you and Malfoy, Zabini?"

Her breath skipped slightly at the mention of Draco. "Same as always I imagine," Blaise responded. "He tried to one up me, but I ended up thrice upping him." She giggled at her joke, remembering the tiny explosions of pleasure she received with the boys. "It's now his turn to seek me out. Which shouldn't be much longer, I reckon. Draco so hates it when he's not on top. In more ways than one."

Theodore groaned at the imagery. "Too much information, my dear." Blaise only laughed.
The song ended and another took it's place. Theodore made to leave but Blaise held him there. "One more dance, Teddy," Blaise insisted. "It would make Malfoy jealous. Not to mention your little bird."

The mention of Lisa made Theodore smile. Blaise saw it and shook her head. "You're mine at the moment Mister Nott. So just relax and enjoy the feel of my body against yours. It's the closest you'll get to being with me, nude."

With a toothy smile and an arched brow, Theodore warned, "We'll see luv, we'll see." Blaise laughed at the innuendo and snuggled closer. He nipped at her neck bringing forth a gasp then a giggle from the kittenish girl. Theodore was very surprised to hear a distinct purr coming from her chest.

It was nice hearing his friend’s laughter and seeing her smile in the crowded hall. With this many people around, Blaise tended to withdraw to the edges of the swarm of people and become rather remote. Theodore sighed. He knew exactly why she was so uninhibited.

"That is a very realistic costume you have on, Miss Zabini," a soft voice said from behind. The two teens stopped dancing and looked into the smiling face of Seamus Finnigan. His face was ash and soot stained, his hair wild atop his head, the reddish brown hair covered in dust. His black robe was grey and torn and looked to be the victim of a massive explosion.

Blaise scowled at the teen and turned her head away in disgust. Taking another glance back, a small smile tried to creep over her lips but she tamped it down. She pointedly looked toward the stage where the Weird Sisters were performing, the wild colours of light flashing from wands and sparkling over the band, and attempted to ignore Seamus.

Theodore, about to tell the Gryffindor to 'bugger off', stopped himself. He looked closely at Seamus and a smile crept to his face. Theodore laughed at the wizard. "That is priceless," Theodore exclaimed.

Blaise looked at Theodore and then at Seamus. Frowning, she was slightly put out. "Care to let me in on the jest?"

With his eyes sparkling, Seamus seemed to be holding himself differently, more confidence in his stance. He leaned in close to the girl and she smelled the faint aroma of lemon. "Don't you recognize me, my dear?" he asked in amusement. There was no trace of the Irish accent the boy usually had.

Realization dawned on her face and she laughed. Scanning the crowd quickly, Blaise inquired, "where is your inspirational muse now Professor? Has he seen you?"

"Not yet, and I'm curious as to his costume also. It should be quite interesting to see." Albus Dumbledore gave the two students a kind smile. "I hope you don't get any ideas, Mister Nott. No draining this little vixen dry of any blood. If you find yourself parched, please quench your thirst at the punch bowl. I just sampled a cup. It is very sweet and tasty." The old wizard turned his critical eye to Blaise again. He touched her arm, stroking the soft fur. "Amazing. Very ingenious. However…" Blaise frowned as the wizard pulled his wand from his pocket and uttered an incantation. A shimmering light cascaded over Blaise and tickled her eyes. Her whiskers twitched again as she sneezed. Theodore's chuckle opened her eyes and she realized that she now had on a black skirt that fell to her knees and a white blouse demurely covering her chest. The old wizard was gone.

"Damn that senile old man," Blaise griped, ripping off the top, followed closely by the skirt.
Theodore laughed some more. "Retract those claws, Kitten."

She gave him a dark glare before joining him in a smile. Shrugging her shoulders, they headed towards the refreshments. Before they reached the punch bowl, they were intercepted. A large figure shrouded in a billowing black cloak swept toward them. They couldn't see the wraith's face as the hood hung low and shrouded the identity of the figure in black, making him seem menacing and giving off the illusion of death. Skeletal hands held a large ebony scythe that looked to be coated in dried blood. Blaise shuddered involuntarily. From behind the grim spectre a gossamer angel emerged. She wore a soft white dress that clung to her body displaying the growing curves underneath. A slit up the side of the dress displayed ample thigh as she moved and the dress was cut low to emphasize the abundance of cleavage. A golden halo floated above her head that glowed in the pulsing light and large white wings grew from her shoulder blades and fluttered gently. Possessively, she slipped her white gloved hands through the looming figure's arm.

"Well, it's about time you two showed up," Blaise commented offhandedly. She eyed Daphne's attire and shook her head. "Trying to be all innocent and pure, dear?"

Looking mildly offended, Daphne put her hand to her chest. "But I am innocent and pure, Blaise. As the driven snow." Theodore snorted causing the two girls to look at him. Daphne glared while Blaise giggled.

Kamal sank his bony fingers into Blaise's fur feeling the softness and warmth as he grabbed her arm and pulled her to him. "Come," he growled. "Let's dance." The two Slytherins slipped off into the crowd and Theodore could hear Blaise muttering about dancing with Death.

Theodore looked Daphne up and down. Trying to look bored, Daphne instead blushed slightly. Flashing his long pointy teeth at her, he grabbed her gloved hand and made to join the dancers. Daphne held back though and with a nod of her head, made her way towards the refreshments. Dean Thomas and his little red headed girlfriend, who was obviously a Weasley, were doling out cups of punch. Theodore shook his head at the costumes the two students were wearing, amazed at their level of mediocrity. Dean was dressed as a princely sheik, a turban on top his head, an open vest that displayed his muscular chest, and billowing pants, all purple. His shoes were curled at the toe. The girl, Gina…Jenny…. Ginny…. whatever, was dressed as his concubine. Theodore made a show of looking her up and down slowly, causing the girl to blush and Dean to scowl.

"What do you want?" Dean said tersely. The red head put her hand to his arm to quell the conflict that was coming.

"Something sweet and tasty," Theodore replied still staring openly at the girl. She crossed her arms over her chest self consciously but looked defiantly into his eyes. Theodore noticed that her eyes were very large, brown and quite deep, large pools of mocha. Blinking twice to clear his mind, he smiled charmingly at her.

"There's nothing sweet and tasty here," Dean snapped, stepping in front of his girlfriend. She made a small gasp of annoyance, causing Daphne to giggle. Theodore smiled widely as Dean spun around trying to placate the girl.

Albus Dumbledore shuffled over then, his long silver beard tangled and messy. He adjusted his half moon glasses on his nose and looked through them. He then looked over them and narrowed his eyes in frustration. His colourful robes were wrinkled and rather grubby. "Oy, Dean," the old man called.

Dean spun around. The grin he wore disappeared as he saw the gangly figure of the headmaster. "Uh, hello sir," he stammered. Theodore laughed, making Daphne, as well as Dean and his girl look at him askance.

"Brilliant costume, eh?"

"What?" Dean gasped. "Seamus? That you?" Dean started laughing, relief washing over his face. "You had me there, mate."

Almost tripping over the long robes, Seamus bumped into the table. Dean cursed as he saved the punch bowl from falling, but was sloshed with some of the fruity beverage. Everyone close shared a chuckle at the dark skinned boy's expense and he smiled ruefully himself. "Ginny, will you hand me a napkin please." Theodore mentally slapped himself at not remembering such a beautiful girl's name and watched as she grabbed her boyfriend's arm and brought his finger to her lips to lick the sweet liquid. Seamus groaned at the sight and turned away.

"Should I leave?" Seamus joked.

"I think we should pull up chairs and watch actually," Theodore stated dryly. The three Gryffindors looked at him, the boys put out, the girl shocked.

"Who asked you, Nott?" Dean growled.

"What are you doing here anyway?" Seamus inquired, annoyed.

Theodore put his hand on Daphne's back and charmingly replied, "We've come for some refreshments. However, the service here is atrocious. I'm ready to call management."

Seamus smiled. "If you wait a tic, I'm sure we can sort you out." Reaching into his robes, Seamus pulled out a large clear bottle. He unscrewed the top and tipped it's contents into the punch bowl.

"What is that?" Ginny asked, her voice barely heard over the loud raucous music.

"Vodka," Seamus exclaimed proudly. "knicked it from me mum's liqour cabinet over the summer. Knew it might come in handy."

Theodore smiled at the teen. "I'm impressed. Didn't realize you Gryffindors had the stones to pull something like this. Congrats." Dean poured them two cups of the red liquid and bade them farewell, rudely.

Walking back to the other side of the hall, Theodore and Daphne sipped at their punch. It's heavy taste scratched down their throats and made Daphne cough. Kamal and Blaise joined them with their own cups and they sat in companionable silence listening to the music and watching the others dance.

Theodore scanned the crowd and his eyes alighted on Lisa. She was chattering with some Ravenclaw girls, a gleeful expression on her face. The sight of her took his breath away. She was wearing a large brimmed witch’s hat, the point a foot or so off her head. She flicked her wrist and the open cuff swirled in the air. The black fabric was tight against her body and dipped low in the front, showing off her pert breasts, the corset cinched her waist and made her look smaller than she was. So tiny. As she playfully swayed to the music in the crowd of girls, her skirts billowing around her knees, a bit of fishnet stocking covered thigh peeked through the side slits. Black knee high boots protected her feet and the three inch heels gave her a touch more height.

“Excuse me,” he said to his friends, their knowing nods and smiles accompanying him as he strode off in the direction of the girls. Lisa eyed him warily as he approached, but he ignored her slight shake of the head. “Hello ladies,” he greeted, his voice low and oozing with charm. “I’m here to offer one of you lovely young ladies a dance or two.” He grabbed Lisa’s arm and pulled her away from her friends.

She wrenched her arm free. “How dare you!” she huffed. She went to slap him, but Theodore saw it coming and caught her wrist.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he exclaimed. He stepped closer to her and looked down menacingly.

Her eyes widened in apprehension and she looked around nervously. He would have smiled if he wasn’t so angry at her. “Theodore, everyone’s here. People will talk.”

Shaking his head with anger, Theodore leaned forward so his face was inches from Lisa’s, his hot breath puffing into her. “Who the fuck cares? Or are you too good for me all of a sudden? You don’t want your little friends to know you slum it with a Slytherin?”

Lisa hung her head, biting back tears at the harsh words and her conflicting emotions. “Teddy…”

Theodore slapped her hand away and shouted “Fine! You don’t want to dance, your loss.” He pushed her roughly away from him, nearly knocking her over and strode to the gaping circle of Ravenclaw girls. He grabbed another witch dressed in the same style as Lisa and pulled her away. “Brocklehurst, if you so much as try to squirm away, I’ll let slip the fact that you and MacDougal were in the trophy room doing more than just polishing the silver, if you get my meaning.”

The girl’s eyes widened in fear. “But he has a girlfriend. If Marietta found out she would be crushed.”

“Then shut up and dance with me.” Mandy acquiesced and they hit the dance floor. They moved about the dance floor for a couple of songs but with Mandy being tense from the threat and Theodore seething from the rejection of Lisa, neither had much fun. When the third song ended he left the girl standing there without a backward glance and got another cup of punch. He threw it back and let the burning liquid tumble down his throat. He did that two more times, much to the dismay of Seamus who was hovering over the bowl.

“Careful, you idiot,” Seamus muttered under his breath. “You’re going to get drunk too fast. You’ll give us away.”

“Sod off,” Theodore slurred as he guzzled another glass. “This is a party after all.” Theodore reached out and grabbed Seamus’s beard and yanked harshly. The teen yelped with the tug and Theodore pulled him eye level. “Why don’t you have some of your punch Finnigan. Live a little. You obviously wanted someone to get drunk with this stunt. If you’re too much a coward to drink, let those that aren’t be.” Letting go of the Gryffindor, Theodore scooped another cup full of punch and sauntered off.

The cup of punch fell to the floor as he was jostled from the side. He turned swiftly and grabbed the arm of his assailant, before letting out a squeak of surprise. “Holy shit!” he exclaimed. “Granger? Is that you?” Indeed it was. She was dressed in her Hogwarts’ robes but was incandescent and glowed eerily in the light. Theodore looked at the girl and saw the people walking past behind her. He reached around behind her and waved his hand behind her head watching it through her head. “You’re transparent,” he breathed in awe. “How the Hell did you do that?”

Hermione Granger smiled. “Well it wasn’t in ‘Hogwarts: A History’” she said. “It was a very difficult charm to accomplish. I had to research the specific incantations and charms for a month. It took five different books to get right.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Theodore said offhandedly. “Let’s dance.” He took her hand and pulled her to the floor. She tried to make an excuse but Theodore ignored her. It was a soft song, slow and he pulled her to him and wrapped his left hand around her waist to rest at the small of her back. He smiled down at her and she soon relaxed in his confident embrace. “So tell me, Granger, where are your two boyfriends?”

“What? Oh, um, I don’t know,” she said sadly. She looked away and Theodore could tell something was up.

They moved to the music until the song ended. Putting on his charm, Theodore bent over her luminous hand and kissed her delicately on her knuckles. “They don’t know what loveliness they are missing.” Hermione blushed as Theodore rose over her again. He gave her a little salute and left for more punch.

There was a crowd of people around the punch and Dean and Seamus tried to keep order as they quickly tried to fill everyone’s cup. Theodore spied Ginny standing back, looking out to the dance floor. He snatched two cups from a Hufflepuff boy and offered one to Ginny. She took it with a small smile of thanks. He leaned in close and whispered in her ear, “Looks like you want to dance. What say you and me cut a swathe?”

Ginny smiled, but then she spied her boyfriend shoot a glance her way. “Sorry Nott, I don’t think so. Dean is just there.” Theodore turned to see Dean glare at him. Theodore’s mocking smile caused the other teen to growl. “He doesn’t like me talking to other boys.”

“Sweet little angel that you are, I can understand why,” Theodore stated with fire on his tongue. “But if he really meant it, he wouldn’t leave you alone. I know I wouldn’t. If you were mine I wouldn’t keep you here for long either.”

“Oh? And where would you keep me?”

“In my bed. Trust me, you wouldn’t want to leave.” Theodore bent forward quickly and captured the red head’s mouth with his. She gasped in shock and he slipped his tongue into her open mouth, kissing her fiercely. Her cup of punch fell to the floor with a splash of liquid. Theodore swung her up and out of the way of the spill and set her down. She was warm against him and he was loathe to let her go. It was a cold night and the heat she held in her body made Theodore hungry for more.

Ginny seemed to soften in his arms, her tongue beginning to move with his, when a strong hand gripped his shoulder painfully. Stars burst behind his eyelids as he staggered under the strong hand. Ginny slipped from his embrace and her soft voice pleaded with Dean to let the sandy haired Slytherin go. Dean grumbled but complied with Ginny’s wishes and released him. Spinning quickly, Theodore whipped his wand out and pointed it at Dean. Flicking his eyes uncertainly around him, he slowly lowered his wand in the face of several other students holding their wands in his direction. Dean smiled smugly and pulled Ginny close. “Stay away from my girl, Nott!” Dean ordered, his voice harsh.

Theodore let a small smile cross his features. “Oh, is she your possession then? And here I am, thinking she was her own person, to make her own decisions.” Theodore gave a seductive smile. “She certainly seemed to enjoy that kiss. And you were wrong mate, there was something sweet and tasty here.” Chuckling softly he sauntered away.

Snatching another cup of punch from someone, Theodore staggered slightly. His head was light and the room seemed to spin a little about him. Everything around him was beginning to develop a twin and he blinked hard trying to correct his vision. He leaned against a large white tombstone that read ‘Bela Kiss, The One That Got Away’. He smiled brightly as a beautiful Asian girl walked by. She was dressed in ancient Chinese royal robes and her face was painted white. Quickly, he grabbed her arm to stop her. “May I have this dance, Your Highness?” he asked with a slight slur.

Cho Chang pried her arm loose and turned away without answering. Glowering, Theodore stepped in front of her and slipped his hand around her waist. “We’re dancing Chang.”

“Nott, get your hands off me!” she said furiously, trying to escape his grasp.

“No,” he said with glee. “You are angry and not having fun. I am here to change that.” Theodore spun her around and took her mouth with his, his lips searing. Cho tasted the alcohol on Theodore’s lips and slipped her tongue over the bitter taste and sucked. His arms were tight around her waist, strong and immovable and she succumbed to his strength. He pushed her away and watched with a smug grin as she caught her breath, her face flushed even through the white paint. “What say you to a little game, Chang?”

She looked up at him nervously, with a hint of lust. “What kind of game? I have a boyfriend.”

Theodore laughed. “I hear that a lot lately, but I see no proof. Where is he? Why would he leave you alone if you are so important to him.” He stepped close to her again and felt her lean toward him, her body sending waves of heat to him. He sniffed at her hair, the light fragrance of jasmine tickling his nostrils. His lips brushed her neck and she sighed in desire.

With an unsteady voice, Cho stated, “Michael is talking with his friends. He’ll come looking for me.” Her arms were on Theodore’s shoulders as he continued to kiss and nip at her neck.

“Let him,” Theodore said simply as he took Cho’s hand and led her from the Great Hall.

She pulled up short when Theodore headed for the dungeons. “Sorry, Nott, but there’s no way I’m going down there if I can help it. Let’s go up instead.”

Theodore smiled. Tilting his head in acquiescence, he nodded for her to take the lead. Cho grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the stairs. Theodore had a vague sense of going up but he was too absorbed in the girl in front of him. How her ass swayed as she climbed the steps. How she kept looking over her shoulder to glance his way. How her mouth curved into a sly smile and her tongue darted out to glide over her pink lips.

They stepped through a little door, and Theodore found them on a little balcony along the length of the west tower. The small opening allowed for the slightest movement and they had to stand very close together. Theodore could live with that. He wanted to be very close to Cho Chang at the moment.

His lips crushed down upon hers and she clung to him with a sigh. His hands roamed over her body searching for a way to divest her of her layers of clothing, but came up empty. “How the Hell do you get this thing off?” he growled, causing Cho to giggle. Without breaking the kiss she reached for the front of her dress and flicked the ornamental beetle that sat at her hip. The dress opened and Theodore pushed it wide exposing the olive skin of the Asian beauty. He looked up at her in astonishment at her nudity underneath.

“It gets hot wearing this heavy thing,” she said casually.

Theodore chuckled as he bent forward and took a dusky rose nipple into his mouth and bit down on it with his sharp vampire teeth. She gasped from the pain and tried to push him away. Grabbing her wrists in one of his hands he flicked his tongue over her sensitive nub and sucked it into his hot mouth. Cho let out a small sigh and leaned back against the railing of the balcony.

Theodore stood back in the small confines of the small bay and fumbled with his buckle. A low rumble began in his stomach as he fought with the leather belt, his impatience growing before Cho took pity on him and unfastened his pants with deft fingers. “How much punch did you have tonight, Theodore?” she asked amused.

“Too much apparently,” he stated as he nipped at the girl’s mouth with his. Their tongues rolled over one another in a swirl of hot breath and sticky saliva. He could taste the fruit punch and vodka on her tongue and sucked trying to recapture his waning buzz.

Cho pushed his pants down and grasped his throbbing cock. Her warm hands gripped him firmly as she stroked his length causing Theodore to moan loudly, his voice mingling with the wind as it whistled around them. “Let’s hurry,” Cho whispered as she licked his earlobe. “It’s cold out here.”

Theodore grunted his agreement and thrust quickly into her. She mewled in pleasure at the feeling of being filled and wrapped her left leg around his waist. As Theodore began to thrust into her with hard vicious jabs, Cho reached into a pocket in her royal dress and pulled out a vial of orange liquid. The sandy haired teen eyed the small potion and then looked at Cho with a knowing smirk. She downed the potion and slipped the empty vial back into the pocket. Noticing the smug look Theodore was giving her, Cho rolled her eyes and stated, “I was saving that for later, when Michael and I…”

She was cut off by Theodore’s tongue thrusting into her mouth. He ground his hips into hers and she opened her mouth in a silent moan. “Shut up, Chang,” Theodore panted. “I don’t want to hear it. I just want to fuck you silly.” He laid his strong hands on her ass and squeezed as he pushed her against the railing. Cho looked down and felt her heart flutter at the drop that lay behind her. Quickly, she wrapped her other leg around Theodore and squeezed him tight issuing a grunt from the teen. Her fingers clutched the railing as Theodore continued to thrust his hard cock into her pussy, the slapping of their bodies resounding around the tower.

Cho began to pant and whimper at the rough treatment of Theodore’s movements. The burning heat that dripped from her pussy coated the wizard’s cock and dripped along his sack. The heat intensified until Theodore couldn’t take it anymore and with a last guttural moan, he came. His body shuddered over Cho’s and through his prick felt the girl’s muscles squeeze him. The sudden gush of her juices indicated her own release.

The two teens held each other in sated exhaustion as they slowly recovered their strength. Theodore felt like he could collapse right there, the drink in his system weighing him down yet making his head so light. He pulled away from Cho and righted his clothes. Cho watched him, her dress still open, her body slick with sweat and sex.

“Going so soon?” Cho asked rhetorically.

Theodore looked at her and shrugged. “We’re done here,” he said stiffly.

Cho stood up and closed her dress. “Yes, I suppose we are.” She kissed him on the cheek as they left the balcony. “You can find your way back?”

Theodore nodded. Cho nodded also. They gave each other a last lingering look before they went their separate ways, Cho towards the Ravenclaw common room further up the tower, Theodore down the stairs and towards the Slytherin dungeons.