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.

It was the morning of the first Quidditch match of the year. Slytherin was set to play Gryffindor as usual, so breakfast was a heated event. Draco Malfoy was paler then usual and barked orders at his players. Theodore shook his head as he sat down at the table and tried to ignore the pompous proclamations of the captain. Even being a little on edge as he was, Draco managed to have a group of girls lavish attention on him, much to the chagrin of Theodore. He shook his head in annoyance. Why was it that Quidditch players always seemed to attract attention? Even worse, Blaise was one of the girls.

“So, Mister Malfoy,” Blaise drawled seductively, “How do you do it? How do you keep such control in the face of such odds?”

Draco scowled slightly. “What odds?”

A small smile crept over the girl’s pretty face. “Oh, just the fact that you have never won against Gryffindor. I believe, since you’ve been on the team, Harry Potter has snatched the snitch out from under you each and every time.”

“Sod off, Zabini,” Draco cursed. “I’m in no mood for your lip.” The tall wizard swept around the table and took a seat. He stared at his empty plate and looked around at all the food on the table. Feeling his stomach churn slightly, he cringed as he grabbed some toast and jam. Blaise sat down across from him and took up a fruit cup. She dipped her finger in the sticky juice and slowly sucked. Draco watched, mesmerized as the strawberry blonde slid her finger in and out of her mouth rolling her tongue around her finger. His adam’s apple bobbed slightly as he swallowed hard. As their eyes met, Draco huffed in anger and bit into his toast.

Theodore looked up as Lisa entered the Great Hall with her friends. She smiled lightly when she saw him staring and waved secretly at him. Theodore shook his head ruefully. At least she acknowledged his presence, even if it was a subtle gesture. It was a start. He watched the blonde as she sat at the Ravenclaw table. Mandy Brocklehurst said something and the girls laughed. Lisa’s melodic giggle drifted over to Theodore and he felt a slight tightening of his pants.

Kamal joined Theodore at the table and effectively blocked his sight of Lisa. Theodore scowled at his friend’s innocent look. Rolling his eyes he asked, “Looking forward to the game today?”

Kamal snorted in derision. “Hayzr!” he barked. “It is a waste of time. Gryffindor always wins. It’s becoming ridiculous. Potter is Dumbledore’s little pet and the little aptal is too lucky by far.”

“Really El Sayeed, tell me how you feel?” Theodore chuckled at his friend. “I agree, it would be nice to see Slytherin win once in a while against those Lions, but it’s nice to see Malfoy get some sort of comeuppance also.”

Kamal leaned over the table conspiratorially. “I thought that was Zabini’s job.”

Laughing out loud, Theodore answered, “That’s only in bed.”

“They use a bed?” Kamal laughed in wonder.

“Every so often as I gather. But you are correct. More often than not I do believe they find some other suitable location for their extra curricular activities.”

Daphne strode over then and sat down beside Kamal. “What other extra curricular activities are we discussing?” she asked. “And how much credit will I receive for participating?”

“Always looking for the easy score, eh Miss Greengrass?” Kamal asked huskily.

“The easier the better,” she replied sweetly. Theodore and Kamal shared looks of amusement which Daphne noticed. “What?”

“Nothing, luv,” Theodore laughed. “Inside joke.”

“And since when am I not on the inside?” Her pout caused the two boys to laugh even more.

Daphne rose from the table and quickly walked towards the exit in a huff. Kamal stood quickly. “Let her go, mate,” Theodore counselled. “If you go after her, she will own you. It’s a womanly tactic.”

Shrugging his shoulders imperiously, Kamal scoffed at his friend. “What are you saying?” Theodore made a whipping motion and the sound that accompanied the movement. Kamal laughed heartily. “Don’t be absurd. We’re just friends.”

Theodore nodded his head sagely. “Of course you are.” He made a shooing motion with his hand. “Go on then. She may need you to clean her boots.”

Slowly Kamal sat back down. His face was a puzzle of confusion. He leaned forward looking at his friend. “You mean to tell me, you believe she and I are… ?” His voice trailed off. As Theodore arched a brow, Kamal propped his elbows on the table and rested his chin in his cupped hands. He shook his head violently. “You are wrong!” Standing determinedly, Kamal looked down on Theodore. “Just because I’m concerned for her well being does not mean anything.”

“Of course it doesn’t,” Theodore said sarcastically. “Forgive my impertinence.”

Kamal glowered menacingly before he stalked away. Theodore just shook his head, a light smile playing over his lips.

He looked back at the Ravenclaw table and found Lisa starring at him. She smiled lightly and flicked her eyes in the direction of the door, a silent plea for them to leave. Theodore nodded in agreement and the two students stood at the same time. Slowly, they made their way around the tables and faced each other. Theodore noticed that Lisa was blushing madly. “That is a lovely shade of red, Miss Turpin.”

She glanced up into his laughing eyes and found a smile of her own. “Why thank you, Mister Nott. That is kind of you to say.” She took his hand in hers and twined their fingers together. With his eyes wide with shock, he smiled fondly. Without looking back, the two lovers left the Great Hall, their hands clasped between them.

Blaise rolled her eyes as the double doors to the hall swung shut behind Theodore and Lisa. Her smile faltered slightly as she saw the look of disbelief on Draco’s face. She arched a regal brow at the boy. “Why the look of surprise, Draco? Certainly you have seen two students hold hands before. If I remember correctly, it is a sign of affection.”

Draco snarled. “Affection? A sign of weakness. I’ve always thought Nott was a strong individual. It appears I may have to reassess my perceptions.”

“Come now,” Blaise said softly. “How is affection a weakness?”

Draco smiled sinisterly. “I now know that he has feelings for the little bint.”

Realization dawned on Blaise’s face. “Now now Draco darling. There is absolutely no cause to interfere.” The smile on Draco’s face chilled her heart. It spoke of malicious intent.

The smile faltered slightly as Draco felt something brush his leg. The firm pressure caressed his calf and he realized that it was Blaise’s foot. The toes gripped his trousers and slowly pulled her foot upward. The girl across from him smiled sublimely. Her eyes sparkled sinfully as she toyed with the teen’s leg. Draco attempted to knock her foot free by the shaking of his leg but Blaise kept her foot firmly in place. When he stilled his movements her foot began to creep slowly, deliberately upward once again. Cold grey eyes clouded over as wiggling toes moved between his legs and began playing in his lap. Draco swallowed stiffly as he tried to quell the rising heat inside him. “Blaise,” Draco breathed hoarsely. “Quit it.”

Blaise giggled lightly. She dipped a spoon into the fruit cup and slowly brought the sweet fruit to her mouth even as her foot pressed gently against Draco’s growing bulge. She closed her lips over the spoon and tipped her head back letting the cool fruity juice slip down her throat. The muscles in her neck pulled the liquid down into her causing Draco to moan soundlessly as he watched, transfixed. His fingers scrabbled against the table as Blaise slid the sole of her foot along his long cock, the fabric of his trousers pressing against his sensitive skin.

Trying to stop the torment, he slammed his legs together, squeezing Blaise’s foot between his thighs. The girl winced slightly but quickly righted her composure and slowly withdrew the spoon from her mouth, licking her pink lips leisurely with her talented tongue. Her toes squeezed around his dick making him finally jump back from the table.

“I want everyone down to the locker rooms in an hour,” he called out quickly, his voice strained slightly. “Don’t be late.” He looked meaningfully at Blaise and as she got up slowly, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her from the hall urgently. There were smirks of understanding from the rest of the Slytherin table.

“What’s the rush Draco darling?” Blaise asked demurely. She suppressed a chuckle as Draco snarled at her. His eyes searched desperately around the corridor and alighted on an alcove that was half hidden behind a tapestry. He swung the heavy curtain aside and roughly threw Blaise into the small space. “Hey! Ow!” she cried as her back slammed against the wall before Draco crushed her with his body. His tongue snaked its way into her mouth to cut off her protest. Feeling his body tight against hers, Blaise sighed in satisfaction and slid her tongue over his.

“You’re a bloody tease, Zabini,” Draco exclaimed as he drew back, looking down at her. Her eyelashes fluttered innocently and her lips curled into a smile. He growled at the sight of her full lips and again captured them with his.

Blaise wound her fingers behind his neck and held onto him as he ground his body against hers. She pulled her mouth from his and planted wet little kisses over his jaw and neck. The tall teen moaned at the feel of her damp heat pressing against his straining cock. Draco pulled back swiftly as he felt her dainty fingers begin to worm their way into his gelled platinum hair. “Merlin!” he cried looking down on her incredulously. “Why do you insist on always trying to touch the hair?”

“Because I know you don’t like it,” Blaise said teasingly. She swung her leg to the other side of the alcove and propped her foot high. Draco hissed under his breath at the sight of her panties. There was a growing damp spot on the black fabric, and he stroked his fingers over it making Blaise exhale noisily. More moisture flowed from the girl and soaked the knickers. He pulled the material to the side and jammed two of his long fingers into her roughly. Blaise cried out quietly at the intrusion, arching her back and driving herself down onto the fingers. Draco revelled at the reaction of the girl. He lent forward and kissed her neck roughly grazing his teeth over her creamy flesh. Blaise, with skilled fingers, unbuckled his pants and pulled out his long hard cock. Running her fingers around the head, Blaise pulled him to her and guided his length to her sopping cunt. With a groan of pleasure, Draco buried himself inside her.

Blaise gasped in her own pleasure. The feel of the long hard dick inside her sent fire coursing through her veins. She clenched her muscles around Draco and moved her body with his. Digging her nails into his shoulders, Blaise looked up into Draco’s cold grey eyes that were smoky with passion. She grazed her nails over his neck and along his hard jaw. The tense muscles of the teen’s neck and face trembled slightly at the scraping and he sighed lasciviously. She pulled him down and pressed her lips to his, searing his mouth with her lustful passion.

Draco slammed his cock into her continuously, moaning low in his throat each time his hips slapped into hers. The need to cry out was overpowering but the wizard fought for control. He held onto her shoulders, his fingers biting painfully, threatening to leave bruises on her delicate skin.

Feeling the intense pleasure build inside her, Blaise began to whimper. Draco smiled in delight at the sounds the girl made. He rammed into her harder. His hands slid from her shoulders to slowly stroke her smooth neck. The warmth of his hands blistered against her skin and she couldn’t help letting a pleasurable cry escape her lips. She could feel her body tighten with the oncoming explosion of pleasure that was building inside her. The young witch began to moan with each thrust inside her, Draco’s long cock sliding inside her slick pussy.

Her eyes went wide as the pressure of his long fingers increased around her neck, tightening their hold on her. She brought her hands up to his and tried to make him let go, but he was too strong for her. Blaise gasped as her flow of oxygen was slowly cut off. Draco locked eyes with her and held her stare as he squeezed tightly around her neck and pumped hard inside her. His rasping groans echoed in her head, the sound intense within the confines of the small space they shared. Betraying the fear she felt, her body responded to the friction of their joining and in a silent strangled shout of satisfaction, she came. Her body shuddered and trembled beneath the young Malfoy and her cunt clamped down around his pulsing cock.

With a low shout of release, Draco jammed his cock deep inside her and came also. He shot his hot load into her pussy coating her with his burning seed. With his hands still tight around her neck, he bent forward and slid his tongue into her mouth. He tasted the fear on her lips and smiled into her mouth. His probing tongue darted around her dry mouth before he pulled away.

Slowly he drew back and released her. Blaise doubled up as best she could and coughed, blessed air filling her lungs as she tried to ease her burning chest. She watched in unbridled anger as Draco righted his clothes. “How dare you!” she exclaimed, her voice hoarse and raw.

Draco stood to his full height and smiled diabolically. He brushed the tapestry aside and stepped out into the corridor. Blaise gasped as she saw the rest of the Slytherin Quidditch team standing there.

“Finally done, eh Malfoy,” Miles Bletchley said with a lecherous grin.

Without looking back, Draco smugly replied, “Why yes. Yes, I believe I am.” As the boys walked down the hall, Blaise heard Draco say with much enthusiasm, “Let’s show those poncy Gryffindors how to play, the Slytherin way.”