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.

“Don’t you want to watch the game anymore?” Lisa asked as Theodore dragged her beneath the bleachers. The crowd above roared as the Gryffindor keeper, Ron Weasley stopped a goal. The young witch smiled, lust in her eyes as Theodore pushed her against the beams holding the bleachers together. She gasped as he brought his hot lips to her smooth neck. The air around them was chilly, the November day clear and crisp. Her breath puffed out in front of her as she panted against her lover.

Theodore opened Lisa’s outer cloak and cupped his hand over her tits, massaging her through her clothes. Pulling away, he looked into her cloudy eyes. “You want me to stop, Turpin? I could always find… we could always just go back and watch the game.”

Lisa’s eyes flashed with the sting of Theodore’s aborted threat, but warmed as he corrected himself. She pulled him down to her mouth and kissed him fiercely. “No, I think this is just fine.” Her tongue glided over his lips and dipped into his warm mouth. Theodore bit the wiggling tongue lightly causing a small squeal of surprise from the girl. They chuckled together as their lips fused tight.

Slipping his hands around Lisa’s back, Theodore pressed his body tight against hers. The crush of her tits against his chest sent shivers racing along his spine. Even through all their clothes he could feel her hard little nipples squashed against his body.

Dennis Creevey’s high voice cut through the pandemonium of the cheering crowd. “Slytherin chaser Anthony races up the pitch. Weasley sets himself. There’s the shot. And it’s a save! Weasley catches the quaffle again. He’s really on his game today.”

“You’re on your game too, Mister Nott,” Lisa whispered into his ear before she ran her tongue along the shell and sucked his earlobe into her mouth. Theodore shuddered in pleasure as his hands slipped down her back to cup her ass. His hands squeezed her soft flesh and pulled her tight against him.

The sound of boots clumping along the bleachers made Theodore spin Lisa further into the shadows. His dark robe made the two teens almost invisible in the dim corners of the stands. With her legs wrapped around his waist, Theodore propped the girl against the wall. His mouth slid over hers and she parted her lips for his exploring tongue. They sucked and licked each other and panted with their growing desire.

“Here the Slytherins come again!” Dennis shouted, his voice magically amplified. “Farlig passes to Kaunis who takes the shot. Weasley makes the save. The quaffle goes to Slytherin. Anthony shoots. Holy Malecrit! It’s another save by Weasley. Can they get anything by him?”

Theodore pressed his growing erection into Lisa’s crotch. She gasped at the hardness pressing into her. Grinding her hips against his, she sucked at his lower lip. “You’re driving me crazy, Teddy.” The young wizard smiled intensely and ground into her harder. Lisa moaned lightly.

“You make me crazy, Turpin,” Theodore hissed. “Do you even know what you want?”

“I want you!” she cried out as Theodore squeezed her ass painfully.

“Is that so?”

“Yes! Yes! I want you.” Lisa slipped her fingers into his hair and dragged his face to hers where she kissed him hungrily, biting at his lower lip.

“Will those Slytherins never stop?” Dennis asked in frustration. “Goyle hammers a bludger at Bell who drops the quaffle. Anthony snatches it up and races away. He feints left, then right. He shoots. He scores!”

The crowd above them roared in glee. A chant of ‘Sly-The-Rin! Sly-The-Rin!” erupted from the stands. The louder hiss of boos accompanied the mantra. Theodore and Lisa were oblivious. Bringing his hand up her body, the sandy haired boy began to unbutton the blonde’s blouse. When he had it open enough, he slipped his hand inside and cupped a pert breast. Lisa arched her back, pushing more of her tit into his grasp. Not satisfied with the feel of the bra covered skin, Theodore took a handful of the garment and with a mighty yank tore the material from the girl. She winced as the tearing of the bra bit into her skin but smiled at her lover’s show of strength.

Theodore hoisted her up higher and took a hard nipple into his mouth and sucked fiercely. Lisa moaned at the treatment and gripped demandingly into his hair. “Oh Merlin, Teddy,” she cried.

Unsteadily, Theodore set her down. She clung to him as he slowly knelt before her. His eyes sparkled in the dim shadows of the bleachers. He held her stare as he caressed her legs, feeling her cool skin under her skirt and robes. Leaning her head back, Lisa sighed at the feel of Theodore’s fingertips gliding over her skin, creeping upward to her hungry centre. A breathy moan flew from her mouth as the boy on his knees raked his fingers over the front of her knickers.

“Rezek darts around the Slytherin beaters. Boy! Look at her go. Weasley is on her right and Bell on her left. Bell gets the quaffle who passes it to Weasley. Kaunis makes a grab but misses. Weasley to Rezek. Rezek to Weasley. Weasley ducks a bludger and passes to Bell. Bell shoots! Ugh, she misses.”

Lisa groaned with the crowd. Theodore’s fingers slipped down her legs once more. His soft hands tickled the backs of her knees and she almost fell. Theodore pressed his lips to her belly and tongued her navel. The girl cooed as his warm muscle dipped into her belly button and then made a trail over her abdomen. She felt the desire rush between her legs and soak her pussy. “Teddy, please,” she cried.

“Please what, Turpin?” Theodore asked huskily. His hands crept back up her legs, caressing the silky smooth skin. Her skin was cool but still she perspired. The smile that held his face was shameless and wicked. He wanted her to beg.

“Oh God!” she moaned as she felt his fingers brush over her knickers again. Warmth rushed through her and from her unfocused eyes she was sure she saw steam flow from her pores. The smell of her desire drifted to her nostrils and she breathed in the heady scent.

Theodore slipped his fingers into the waistband of her underwear and slowly pulled them from her. Looking down, another strangled moan broke from her throat as she watched the teen bring her panties to his nose and inhale deeply. His eyes were closed as he savoured the aroma of Lisa, her arousal and need. He stuffed the pink panties into his cloak pocket and lifted himself to take her mouth with his. They groaned together, their lips sucking and pulling. Little by little, his lips trailing back down her skin, Theodore knelt before Lisa again.

“Potter is off. He sees the snitch! Malfoy is on his tail. Hey! No fair! Malfoy grabs Potter’s broom and the snitch is gone. Foul!” The crowd hollered their agreement but the play continued.

A warm tongue slid over Lisa’s inner thigh. She sighed as her body trembled in delight. “Oh Teddy. Yes.” She lifted her leg and propped it on Theodore’s leg giving him better access.

He looked up at the girl. Her eyes were closed and she had her head leaning back against the hard wood. Her skin was cool to the touch, her legs shivering, but he wasn’t quite sure if it was from the cold or desire. From the glistening wetness between her legs, Theodore figured it was from the latter. He watched as she slipped a small hand into her blouse and ran her fingertips over her jutting nipples. Lisa’s breath hitched as she pinched the bud. With a shudder of longing, Theodore slipped his head back between her legs and ran his tongue lightly along her pussy.

The searing touch of Theodore’s tongue caught Lisa by surprise. She had been anticipating the contact, but she was still unready by the fiery shock. It was quite a jolt to her senses every time his hot clever tongue slipped through her folds. How the tip danced over her lips, how he pressed the flat of it to her clit. She shuddered as a small wave of pleasure crested her senses.

Theodore felt the rush of musky nectar that flowed unto his tongue. A satisfied smile broke his face as Lisa moaned quietly with her orgasm. His hands cupped her ass and brought her closer to his mouth. His lips closed over her cunt and drank her in, his tongue darting into her quaking body. Her fingers wound into his hair and he gave a small start at the pressure she exerted, pulling harshly.

“Bell has the quaffle. She drops it to Rezek who speeds away. She ducks a bludger from Crabbe. What a move!” The crowd cheered wildly. The sound was deafening. “Kaunis and Farlig come up beside her and close in. Looks like this is it for Risa. Blimey, what a feint. She’s around the Slytherins. Weasley gets a pass and shoots. Bletchley blocks, but Bell regains the ball. She shoots. She scores!”

Lisa pulled Theodore to his feet and grabbed his hair, bringing him down for a kiss. He moaned into her mouth and she could feel his cock press against her thigh. Her fingers slipped down to his belt and unbuckled his trousers. Springing his cock free, Lisa wrapped her little fingers around him, feeling the pulse of his heart through the raging erection. The skin was soft and smooth. Smiling devilishly into his glowing eyes, Lisa slowly sank to her knees. Putting his hand to the wall in front of him to steady himself, he looked down at the girl. He groaned loudly as he watched her pink tongue poke out between her lips and slide over the head of his purple cock. She kept her eyes locked with his as she began to take him into her mouth. His dick disappeared behind her lips and it was all he could do not to explode right there. The need was so great.

With great difficulty, Theodore pulled Lisa up. He crushed her to the wall and kissed her feverishly. Lisa clung to him as her strength was sucked from her by the wizard. Theodore gripped her about the waist to steady her. With a predatory gleam in his eye, the teen dropped his hand between her legs and skimmed the tips of his fingers over her dripping cunt. The ache burning in her belly overwhelmed her causing Lisa to hold tight to Theodore, bringing him tight against her.

“Please, Teddy,” she gasped, her voice strained and far away. “I.. Need.”

“What do you need, Turpin?” Theodore asked in a hoarse whisper.

“I… Oh fuck!” she panted. “Fuck me, Teddy. Please, fuck me.”

“Slytherin scores again!” Dennis Creevey’s voice boomed around the stadium.

Breathing heavily against the side of Lisa’s neck, Theodore sought her cunt with his hard cock. He craved the warmth and wetness of her body. He needed to bury himself into her and fill her, own her. He reached down and aimed the head of his prick and with a violent thrust, impaled the girl. She cried out at the sudden fullness that opened her up. Theodore grunted with the intense feeling of joining with Lisa. The tightness of her pussy, the feeling of her wet warm walls enveloping his hard cock made him growl anxiously.

Behind them, Daphne stopped in shock. The sight of the two students up against the wall, oblivious to everything but each other was overwhelming. She felt her knees shake slightly as she grasped the handrail of the steps leading down. The shadows played across the two lovers and the spying girl held her breath as she watched.

Theodore slipped his hands under Lisa’s ass and hoisted her up. Wrapping her legs around his waist, Lisa ground into him feeling his hard cock pulse inside her. She moaned loudly and dug her nails into his shoulders in her pleasure. “Oh God. Yes, Teddy,” she shrieked.

Daphne watched as Theodore ground his hips against the Ravenclaw girl. The boy was grunting with the exertion and his body shook with the effort. Feeling suddenly very exposed standing behind them, Daphne stepped under the bleachers out of sight. Her eyes were wide and gleamed wildly. She felt so hot all of a sudden and she opened her outer cloak and even some buttons on her blouse. The air felt good on her skin and she felt goose bumps rise.

Lisa opened her eyes and saw a shadow under the bleachers but before she could focus on the sight, Theodore slammed into her hard causing sparks to fly in front of her eyes. All curiosity for the shadow vanished as she fell into the miracle of her pleasure. The friction against her clit and the fullness in her cunt deluged her senses and she felt her orgasm crash her senses into overload.

Theodore felt Lisa’s body contract around him and suck at his cock. With a feral cry, he came. His seed shot out of his straining prick. His shuddering body crushed Lisa against the wall and she cried out in discomfort. Taking her mouth with his, Theodore kissed her roughly as his body continued to spasm inside hers. He stole Lisa’s breath and made her want to die, yet she felt so alive. They clutched each other, not wanting to let go.

Slowly, quietly, Daphne slipped out from her hiding place and disappeared down the stairs of the stands.

“Holy Malecrit!” Dennis Creevey shouted. “Potter caught the snitch! Gryffindor wins! Gryffindor wins!”

“Damn,” Theodore muttered.

The two teens quickly righted their clothes and with one last kiss stepped out of the shadows beneath the bleachers. They joined the throng of disappointed Slytherins as they made their way from the stadium. Lisa clutched tightly to Theodore’s arm and shivered. All the surly and scheming looking students unnerved her.

“What’s wrong, Turpin?” Theodore chuckled, noticing her discomfort.

She looked up into his face and smiled. His eyes shone merrily down on her. Lisa looked around at the passing students and pulled him down to whisper in his ear. “You have my knickers in your pocket.”

Theodore laughed. Slipping his hand into his pocket, he pulled out the thin garment and waved it in front of the girl’s face. “Oh, you mean these?”

Lisa let out a small shriek and snatched at her underwear. Theodore raised it high over her head and laughed. Several students sniggered. With a crimson face, Lisa drew herself closer to Theodore, trying to hide her embarrassment. Sighing heavily, Theodore lowered his arm and proffered the girl her knickers. “Here,” he said with a low voice. “You don’t have to be such a baby about it. I was only playing.”

Lisa looked up into his face, hurt in her eyes. Theodore smiled evilly. She gasped in shock as he grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her close to him. The silky strands of her hair tickled his hand as he kissed her hungrily. He could feel a low hum in her chest and felt her heart beat against his chest. It felt good. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her harder.

“Theodore,” she panted in a shaky voice as she pushed him away. Her nervousness radiated from her body as she glanced around at all the other students walking by. Theodore scowled at her show of agitation.

Still with a handful of her hair, Theodore tugged her close to his face again. His hot breath steamed her skin and made her shiver. “Still ashamed to be seen with me, Turpin? Don’t want anyone to know you associate with a Slytherin?” With an angry hand, he shoved the girl’s panties down the front of her blouse and pushed her away.

They stood facing each other. Lisa could see the hurt behind the anger in Theodore’s eyes. Her heart sank. Setting her jaw, Lisa stepped forward and drew him down to press her lips to his. “No, Theodore,” she spoke quietly, tenderly. “I’m not ashamed of you. I don’t care who knows we’re together.”

Closing her eyes, Lisa pulled close to his body as people swept by them. Laughter and whispering flitted about them and he looked around, a nagging alarm sweeping his senses. A wave of fear swept over Theodore’s eyes as they kissed and he held her tightly to him in desperation. There were some people that he didn’t want to know of Lisa. There were some things best left hidden and safe.

He broke away from Lisa, leaving her confused and breathless. Theodore swept away and Lisa had to run to catch up. “Theodore Nott!” she called after him. “Don’t you walk away from me.”

Not turning around, he let her catch up and held his arm out for her to take. She slipped her fingers through the crook of his elbow and they slowly walked back to the castle in silence. As they climbed the steps to go inside the large edifice, Theodore opened the door wide and ushered Lisa in. Something caught his eye before he could follow. Off in the distance, heading for the Quidditch dressing rooms, Draco Malfoy walked quickly. The queer thing was, the Slytherin seeker was headed for the Ravenclaw rooms. The fact that Hermione Granger proceeded him was stranger still. Theodore narrowed his eyes before he let the door swing shut behind him.