We Belong Together (Vivian&Theo)

[THEODORE JACOB NOTT]

Vivian kissed Theo back and it was clear neither of them had any intentions of stopping or pulling away, but then, just when things started to heat up Vivian did pull away. His brows furrowed together as he looked at her. What was she playing at? She couldn't really expect to still pull this 'let's get things started and then stop abruptly' stuff now, could she? No, she couldn't. She absolutely couldn't. And, it turns out, he was right. Because the next thing he knew Vivian was sitting on his lap facing him, the space between them infinitely less. He grinned at her as she asked if it was okay. He chuckled a little before kissing her, his hands reaching up and getting tangled in her long blonde hair.

He pulled away briefly and looked at her, grinning again. He was sure he'd never smiled so much in his life. "Okay? Vivian, nothing has been more okay in my life," he said with a grin before kissing her again, his arms wrapping around her and pulling her as close to him as would physically allow, and then got lost in kissing her. His hormones took over instead of his brain and he kissed her, and suddenly it felt like he wanted to kiss every inch of her. His hands ran up and down her back over her shirt. This felt right. She felt right. And for the first time probably in his first life he felt like nothing could ruin this, could ruin him, could ruin them. They were like a whirlwind of force and nothing would ever break them.

And eventually he realized that Vivian let her own hormones take over her as well, which is when he broke the kiss and pulled away from her gently. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate her sudden... wants, but it was.... it was all really sudden, and he wasn't sure Vivian wanted to start something she couldn't finish.

"Do we really want to play this game again?" he asked with a raised brow and goofy kind of grin. It wasn't so much a game, but he didn't want to push Vivian into doing something she didn't want to. And yet, he also didn't want to get himself all worked up only to be... er, disappointed, in the end like he had been oh so many times in the previous years. "I'm just saying I mean... I love this, really, I do, you can probably tell," he said, chuckling a little awkwardly, "But I mean if you're not ready for... all of that then I don't... I don't know..." he said, unsure of what he was even talking about anymore. He was confused. He wanted her, he truly did, but he wasn't sure if she wanted him in that same way... well, not quite yet anyway. Eventually maybe, probably, definitely... but right now? Here? In the Slytherin locker room? Surely she didn't want that to be the place she lost her virginity... did she?

"I mean, unless you really are ready for all of this in which case, please continue," he said, laughing and tossing a wink in her direction. His arms were still wrapped around her as he held her close to him. They just simply fit together perfectly, they always had.

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[VIVIAN HOPE BLACKWELL]

Theo wound his hands in her hair, and grinned up at her. She smiled back, agreeing whole heartedly with him; nothing had ever been more 'okay' than this. 'Okay' was an understatement. And then his lips met hers again, and his arms wrapped around her, pulling her tightly to him.

Vivian pressed herself against Theo as she kissed him hungrily. And then it was as though some carnal, instinctive part of herself took over. Her whole world suddenly narrowed to a single point, to a single person; Theo. All that mattered was this moment, now. All she could think about was how he tasted, how he felt, and all she wanted was more. The pace of their kiss increased as Vivian wound a hand in Theo's hair, the other one pressing into his back, feeling the muscles hardened from years of swinging a bat at oncoming bludgers. She'd never been more thankful for Theo's habit of being sans-shirt more in her life. His skin was hot under her fingers, and she lightly dug her nails into his back as she gripped him hard, moving against him as though trying to get even closer, completely forgetting about being embarrassed. She loved him. Every part of her wanted to show him just how much.

And then Theo pulled away from her, and for a moment her lips followed his, trying to reclaim them, still hungry for more. Then she looked at him, her eyes searching his, confused. Had she done something wrong? Was it too much? She was suddenly very aware of the fact that she had made it very clear just how much she wanted him.

She was slightly breathless from their kiss, and so she just let Theo speak, watching him, staying pressed against him, her arms still wrapped around him. And when he spoke he made a lot of sense, and started to make her see sense, too. This was all very... fast. And in the Slytherin changing rooms, of all places. It wasn't likely that someone would walk in, but it wasn't impossible, either. Theo said that he loved this, and that she could probably tell that he did, with a slightly awkward laugh, and Vivian raised an eyebrow, smiling. Yes, she could tell, and heat flooded through her at the thought. The heat made everything seem slightly fuzzy, it made it hard to think straight.

But it seemed like Theo was thinking for her. He said that if she wasn't ready for all of this, then... well, he didn't know, but something. Probably they should stop. But if she was ready then she should continue, he added, before winking at her, and Vivian grinned.

The thought of continuing was... well, it made all coherent thought fly from Vivian's mind. Her lips found his jaw and started kissing him, moving to his neck as her body moved against his, trying to get closer even though it wasn't possible.
"Gods, Theo..." she said, her voice coming out as a low groan, one of longing, frustration, and general annoyance at her own confusion. She lightly nuzzled his neck, before closing her eyes and taking a long, slow breath, trying to steady herself, trying to think clearly.

It was all so confusing. Vivian wasn't used to being ruled by her body or her emotions. She was always detached, always able to think things through clearly and rationally. And now, all of a sudden, she was anything but. If the feelings hadn't all been so good she would have locked them away somewhere dark inside of herself by now, or run scared. Feeling bad was horrible, but feelings this good were intoxicating. And now she'd let herself get swept away, and she couldn't think things through rationally. Was she ready? How did you know? How could you tell? What if she just wasn't like everyone else? What if she was never ready? For a horrible moment her mind flashed to her step-dad, but she just tightened her grip on Theo, breathed in his safe, familiar scent, and pushed those memories away. This was nothing like that. She wouldn't let him taint this.

But still, what if it wasn't the same for her as it was for everyone else? What if it just didn't feel good? But... this felt good. Her heart was telling her yes and her body was screaming it, but her mind was telling her to slow down. What if she ruined things by rushing into it too fast? What if she wasn't ready, and she got scared, or had to stop? What if it all turned into one big flash-back?

And yet even as she thought all those things, she found herself planting another gentle kiss on Theo's neck, and her hand was trailing slowly down his chest, over his stomach, grazing lightly across his bellybutton. She reached the waistband of his trousers, and traced the skin there lightly.

No, no they should stop. They should stop now... shouldn't they? This was reckless, and stupid, and she wasn't thinking clearly, she wasn't being rational. She should be giving herself as much time as possible, ease herself into these new feelings, not jumping in feet first. She wondered if Theo understood why she was so conflicted, what her fears were. He must have some idea; he knew her better than she knew herself.

Vivian let out another low groan against his neck.
"Can't you just tell me, Theo?" she said, reaching for some kind of answer. "Just tell me what I should do. Am I ready?" She didn't know, and she didn't know how to come to a decision. She took her lips away from his neck to look him in the eye. Her hand still trailed lightly over the skin at the waistband of his trousers, and she had no idea what she was doing. "We should stop," she said, trying to sound sure, but the question evident in her voice. This was too hard. She felt like she could hardly tell up from down, never mind figure out how she was feeling. If she was 'ready' or not. How did anyone ever know? Theo always knew what was right better than she did. "Just tell me. Tell me what to do."

[THEODORE JACOB NOTT]

Vivian seemed to be alright with stopping, but it was only momentary. She seemed to listen to his words as he tried to reason with her, tried to reason for both of them. No one knew better than Vivian the capabilities she had to make him want her, And Merlin did he want her now. And she seemed to know that, too. He could tell by the way that she was smiling at him, but she also seemed to take heed to his words as she nuzzled against his neck. He grinned and pulled her closer, as if that were even possible.

And then there was the way she'd said his name. It was so full of desire he could practically taste it. She seemed to want him as much as he wanted her, so then why was he being so hesitant about it? He remembered back to their experiments. He had always been the one want to want more, and she had always been the one to cut him off. Why did it feel like the roles were now reversed for the two of them? Why was he even bothering trying to stop what seemed to be inevitable, what he wanted to be inevitable. She was kissing his neck and he inhaled through his nose sharply, trying his hardest not to enjoy it. But he was never good at denying himself things that he wanted. And what he wanted right now was her.

And then her hand was trailing his skin and playing with the waistband of his trousers. His blood turned to fire within his veins and he closed his eyes, trying not to let out t he same kind of groan that Vivian emitted only moments ago, but Vivian seemed to make that her number one goal. He wanted to tell her to stop, to try and talk some more about this, but he lacked the willpower to stop her. And then she stopped herself, as if something he'd said had finally clicked inside her brain.

She wanted him to tell her if she was ready? She wanted him to make that kind of decision for her? Was she bloody insane?! He opened his eyes and stared at her, his eyes seeing hers immediately. He grinned in spite of himself, in spite of what she was asking of him. He couldn't not smile when he looked at her. It was a simple fact. But what she was asking him... that wasn't simple, that wasn't simple at all. He knew that she had always come to him for answers on things she didn't quite understand but this... this was totally different. Eventually she said that they should stop, but he could tell from her voice that she wasn't sure if that's what she wanted to do. And then she pleaded for him to tell her what to do, and he hugged his arms tighter around her.

He placed gentle kisses on her neck like she had done to him, and then he pulled away and smiled at her.

"I didn't mean to make you question yourself, Vivian," he said kissing her on the lips. "I think you know whether or not your ready. And... honestly? Judging from your actions I'd definitely say you're ready," he said, laughing, before kissing her again, and this time he let himself go, allowing his instincts to take over as they had so many times before. His hands roamed her body. She would know if she was ready or not. And if she wasn't, she would be the one to stop them.

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[VIVIAN HOPE BLACKWELL]

When Theo looked at her he smiled, and despite everything Vivian felt a smile tug at her own lips. Even with all the confusion and the questions and her conflicting thoughts and feelings driving her mad, this was still wonderful. He was wonderful.

Theo started kissing her neck, and Vivian's eyes fluttered shut. She tried hard to keep her breathing steady, to try to keep her mind clear and not to lose herself completely, but it was hard. It felt so good, and it made her think of him kissing her all over. A shiver ran through her, and she pressed against him, her eyes squeezed tightly shut, until Theo started to speak.

She looked at him as he said that he thought she was ready. She knew that even now, when he very clearly wanted her to be ready, he wouldn't lie to her to get what he wanted. Theo would never do that. He wouldn't rush her, or make her do anything she wasn't comfortable with. She thought that even if they did start, and she had to stop, that he wouldn't get too mad... and he would take things as slow as she needed him to. He could be patient with her. She already knew he could be surprisingly gentle. And he loved her.

And then Theo kissed her again, and she could tell that he was firmly placing the decision back in her hands. Her fingers were still at his waistband, and she traced the muscles there, his hipbones, not quite sure if she should let go and give in as Theo seemed to have done. Because he was kissing her like he had to have her right now, and intended to do just that. His hands were all over her, and she wouldn't make him stop for the world. She was his, she wanted to be his...

So then why wasn't she just letting this happen? Was she afraid? No, Vivian wasn't afraid of anything... at the very least, she certainly wouldn't let fear stop her from getting what she wanted. And she wanted this. Every part of her wanted this. Every part of her wanted him. Theo, her best friend, and the boy she loved. She'd never wanted anything so much in her whole life. They belonged together. This was right.

For a moment she pulled her lips from his, keeping them close, her uneven breath brushing his face.
"I'm ready," she said, her voice low and throaty, as she slid her hand past his waistband, her eyes on his, a familiar look of determination on her face. She still didn't know what she was doing, but she'd made up her mind, and Vivian didn't do anything by halves.

***

Vivian lay on the pile of towels which had cushioned her and Theo from the hard changing room floor, Theo lying half on top of her, both of them breathing rather heavily. The only sound other than their breathing was the rain, still coming down hard outside. Vivian had her eyes closed, a slight smile on her face, Theo's warm body warding off any chill.

They had started off on the bench, but once they had started to try and undress each other they realised the problems of that position. Not to mention that for Vivian's first time, it wasn't ideal. And so they (very hurriedly) had grabbed the pile of fresh white towels for the team to use after showering, and made something surprisingly comfortable on the floor.

With so much build up they had been desperate for one another, but as they continued to undress each other they had started to slow down slightly, as though the realisation that this was really happening had hit them both. And when there was finally nothing to come between them, they had lain still and pressed against each other for a long moment. Her eyes had looked into his, and Vivian knew exactly why she was doing this. Nothing had ever felt more right or more prefect. Never before had she been that vulnerable with anyone, not even Theo. And it had felt... indescribable. She had been left speechless, but they didn't need words. And that was when Vivian knew she had made the right choice.

Vivian opened her eyes and looked at Theo collapsed half on top of her, and kissed his messy hair (made even messier by her), still smiling. She had never dreamed that anything could feel that good. It felt like Theo had opened her eyes. He had definitely been the leader of this particular 'experiment', but Vivian had been eager to learn. There had been moments of hesitance, of uncertainty, where Theo had taken the lead, but there had also been boldness which seemed to surprise even Theo. Vivan knew what she wanted, and had been determined to get it.

Finally having caught her breath, Vivian let out a slight laugh.
"Wow," she said, grinning. She was slightly sore, but it was a good kind of sore. Everything felt good right now. "That was... I love you, Theo." She wanted to tell him that every day until the day she died. Preferably after he'd just made love to her like he had now.

She wondered for a moment how late it was, but she didn't really care. She didn't ever want to leave this place. She felt like the two of them could just lie here forever.
"So, how'd I do?" she asked, teasingly, still smiling, trailing a hand down his back and down the top of his leg, before bringing it back up again, loving that there was nothing to get in the way.

[THEODORE JACOB NOTT]

Vivian practically devoured his lips whole once they started going, and Theo went right along with it, knowing that if she wanted to she would stop it. But, she never did. In fact, she broke apart, breathing heavy on his face and said she was ready. A grin broke out across his face as his breaths, too, were fast and heavy, but he wasted no time in closing the gap between them. And he knew as soon as their lips met that there was no turning back now, and Theo couldn't have been more thrilled as his heart hammered within his chest, filled with desire an d excitement.

The started off slow, but eventually they got the hang of things and there were no words to describe what happened between them, what an experience it was. And now Theo was collapsed half on top of her, his eyes closed, reveling in the moment. There were towels beneath them on the floor, as they quickly realized that doing those kinds of things on a bench, while possible, wasn't particularly ideal for a first time. Perhaps they would make it a second, though. Theo smirked at the thought, but his eyes remained close for a moment. It was tiring and entirely worth it to share that kind of experience with Vivian.

His breaths were still heavy, but that and his heart rate were both slowly climbing downward to a normal place again. At the sound of Vivian's voice he opened his eyes and grinned at her, moving himself so he wasn't crushing her anymore, as comfortable as he was he could't imagine how she was comfortable. Vivian tried to put into words what they'd done together, but all she got out was a simple wow. Theo knew she wouldn't get very far, there were no words.

"I love you too, Vivian," he said with a grin as he leaned over and kissed her forehead gently. And then she asked how she did and Theo let out a small laugh before grinning at her.

"A lot better than a lot of other people, and they had experience," he said with a smirk. He knew it was an awkward kind of compliment, but it was true. She had surprised even him with what she'd done, especially since it had been her first time.

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[VIVIAN HOPE BLACKWELL]

Vivian wrinkled her nose as Theo rolled off of her, and tried to pull him back a bit. He had been squishing her just a little, but mostly he had been warm and comfortable. Like a kind of Theo-blanket.

She raised an eyebrow as he said that she had been better than most, better than other girls he'd been with, who had had experience. Really? He was going to bring up other girls he'd shagged while they were laying here naked in each others arms? But Vivian decided to just take the compliment, rather than bring up Theo's idiocy. If she called Theo on every time he acted like an idiot, she'd have a full time job on her hands. And besides, she didn't care about those other girls. The brief times they'd shared with Theo were nothing compared to the experience the two of them had just shared now. She had never seen Theo like that before, and just watching his face above her had been mesmerising. Every kiss, every touch, every movement had spoke of how much he loved her. Vivian didn't need to ask him to be sure that he'd never had that with anyone else.

But still, if any other girl tried to shag Theo now, Vivian would claw their eyes out.

"You weren't so bad yourself," Vivian said with a smile, winking at him. But then she stared at his face, and she became more serious. "Really," she said, all trace of a joke gone, "really, Theo, it was wonderful... you were wonderful." She brought a hand up to the side of his face and gently stroked his cheek. Vivian didn't want to outright say 'thank you,' but she wanted him to know how much it meant to her. She had been so scared, so scarred by what her step-dad had done to her. Before Theo, anything to do with sex had only meant pain. But Theo had made her feel good. More than that, he'd made her feel loved.

"How does it feel now that you've made me yours?" She asked, quietly, a slight smile on her lips, her hand still tracing Theo's face. His and only his. Vivian knew she never wanted anyone else to touch her and love her like Theo did. It wouldn't feel right. The pair of them fit together perfectly.

Then Vivian heard someone clearing their throat.

Immediately she grabbed one of the towels they were lying on and covered herself. She did feel the slightest bit bad that she had left Theo to sort out of own towel, but he was a big boy, she didn't need to take care of him. And besides, he was the one so bent out of shape at the thought of anyone else being with her, anyone else getting to see her as he just had... so really she was just thinking of him. And when Vivian looked up to see who it was, she was doubly sure that Theo would be glad she at least was covered.




Rodolphus was annoyed that he'd had to go back to the changing rooms in the rain, but he didn't seem to have any other option. He had left his plans for their upcoming match in his locker, and he had wanted to go over them one last time. He had tried to wait until the rain stopped, and so had put it off for a long time, but eventually it became clear that it wasn't going to stop. And so he had ran across the grounds, getting soaking wet in the process, to arrive at the changing rooms.

What he hadn't expected was to find his beater lying naked on a pile of towels with the girl he himself had hoped to sleep with. He very hurriedly looked away from Theodore Nott (that was not something he wanted to see, thank you very much) and his eyes instead found Vivian.

And what he saw was... well, wow. He had definitely had the right idea in trying to bed her. That would have been worth the wait. But now it seemed like all his efforts had just been wasted. How disappointing. Despite the view, Rod didn't wait more than a few seconds before clearing his throat. He wasn't going to lurk unseen like some kind of peeping-tom. That was demeaning, not at all worthy behaviour of a Lestrange.

"And all this time I thought you were putting in extra practice, Theo," Rod said, his voice deceptively genial, but there was an edge to it, and more than a hint of sarcasm. "And my my, Vivian, you do seem to be getting around. Have you made it your goal to fuck my entire Quidditch team?"

Rodolphus didn't care about Vivian, not in the slightest, but still, he had wanted her, and it irked him that she had chosen someone else. Everyone had assumed he had had sex with Vivian, and he hadn't put them right, but it had never gotten that far. But clearly Theodore Nott had succeeded where he had failed.





Vivian couldn't have imagined a worse person to walk in on them. And she was furious at Rodolphus. Everything had been perfect, and then he had to barge in. She was angry at him for intruding on this moment with Theo. She stared him down coldly, her hair a mess, her cheeks flushed, and clutching a towel up to her chest, and yet somehow she still managed to seem as though she were looking down her nose at him, retaining dignity in a situation where only Vivian could.

[THEODORE JACOB NOTT]

Vivian claimed that Theo wasn't so bad himself, and he just grinned that same silly little grin he always sent to her, but then she became very serious and Theo became instantaneously, momentarily worried. Serious Vivian was almost always terrifying, but, this time he was pleasantly surprised. His smile turned from a goofy one to a more genuine one as he stared at her, her fingers stroking his cheek. He stared at her for a few moments longer, grinning. She truly was perfection embodied, and she was his, and he had no intentions on letting anyone take her from him.

She questioned how it felt to finally make her his, and he'd been about to answer, but someone had cleared their throat. They weren't alone. Theo's eyes widened as Vivian tore one of the towels up to cover herself, leaving him bare. He let out a small frustrated sigh as he thought 'accio boxers' and they came flying from a different part of the floor to his hands. Accio was one of the first spells he'd learned to use silently and without a wand. He slid them on over himself before he finally turned around to see who it was that had interrupted them. The sight of Rodolphus Lestrange made him nauseous and furious at the same time, and his eyes narrowed as he stared at him, listening as he spoke so condescendingly toward the two of them. He gritted his teeth as Rodolphus spoke about his solo practices, but it was when he spoke about Vivian's goal being fucking the whole Quidditch team that he completely lost it. He stood up from his place on the ground and walked right up to Rodolphus.

His face wasn't far from Rodolphus' and he stood there for a moment, smirking the cockiest smirk he could at Rodolphus before letting out a small chuckle.

"Green has always been your color, jealousy," he said with a smirk and before he knew what he was doing he was lifting his fist and feeling it collide directly with Rodolphus face. A stinging sensation filled his knuckles, but it was completely worth it. A satisfied grin came over his face as he stared at Rodolphus. "Don't you ever speak to Vivian like that again, or you'll have it a lot worse." His eyes were narrowed and he gritted his teeth, unsure of what Rodolphus was going to do. He turned back to face Vivian, a grin on his face. This was all for her. From this day forward everything he would do would be for her. To protect her, to keep her in his arms.

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[VIVIAN HOPE BLACKWELL]

Vivian looked at Theo as he gave a frustrated sort of sigh at the fact that she was covered while he was not, and gave him a small sort of shrug. What?

But he sorted himself out quickly enough, managing to summon his boxers wordlessly and wandlessly... which Vivian would have found quite impressive (she'd never excelled enough in class to be able to perform those kind of spells on command, only when she was angry or something) if she hadn't been so distracted by Rodolphus' sudden appearance.

She was angry that he suggested she was going to 'fuck' the whole Quidditch team, but mostly because he'd said it in front of Theo. She didn't care what Rodolphus said or thought, she didn't care what anyone thought... except Theo. She cared what he thought, and she didn't want to be talked about like that in front of him.

Vivian glanced around for her own clothes, but Theo seemed to have scattered them far and wide, and before she could figure out getting dressed without giving Rodolphus an eyeful, Theo stood up and walked over to him.




Rodolphus smirked as Theo walked over to him, and squared up to him, staring him down as though trying to intimidate him. What did he think he was going to do, exactly? Rodolphus had his wand, and he was pretty sure Theo wasn't hiding one in his boxers*. Theo said that he was jealous, and Rodolphus started to let out a slight laugh when Theo's fist connected with his face.

The blow was completely unexpected, and left Rod reeling. Theo had hit him with the same arm that so often sent bludgers hurtling at opposing teams, and the blow was skull cracking. Rodolphus registered the irony of being hit by an arm who's strength was due to his training and captaining rather sourly. The hit caused him to step backwards, and a part of him couldn't believe that Theo had really hit him. Punched him in the face like some filthy muggle! Despite his fury, Rodolphus refused to hit Theo back. He'd duel him with wands and make him regret ever challenging him, but he wouldn't reduce himself to muggle brawling. And besides, there were better ways to handle hot heads like Theo.

Rodolphus straightened himself out, and stared Theo down as he gave his empty threat.
"See you in practice, Nott." he said, calmly. Theodore Nott was going to regret his rashness. If he thought Rodolphus had been working him hard before, he was wrong. To prove a point, Rodolphus turned to Vivian, his eyes trailing up her exposed leg, lingering just a little too long.
"Vivian," he said, with a smirk, before giving Theo a dangerous look, and turning to walk from the changing rooms.





Vivian's mouth opened in surprise as Theo clocked Rod right in the face, the sound of his fist hitting him making a very satisfying sound. She didn't bother trying to get her clothes, and instead stayed sat on the floor, covered with her towel. Theo... well, he seemed to have it handled. Theo turned to look at her, grinning, and Vivian felt the smile only Theo could get from her spreading across her face. All she could think was I love you. I mean really, could anyone ever have been more perfect?

She half expected Rodolphus to go for Theo, and that no doubt would result in a fight, but if that happened she'd let them get on with it. It wasn't as though she was a match in strength for either of them. And Theo wasn't a child, he could make his own choices. But that wasn't what happened. Instead Rodolphus told Theo he'd see him in practice, and you could practically hear the promise in his voice. Theo was going to get a hard time of it. And then his eyes turned to Vivian, and she felt the smile slide off her face. The way he looked at her made her skin crawl. It reminded her too much of someone else who looked at her. Immediately she wanted Theo's arms back around her. She didn't want this, she didn't want men fucking her with their eyes. It was as though she could feel Rodolphus' thoughts, and they made her feel like she needed a shower. When Theo looked at her she felt beautiful. The way Rodolphus looked at her just made her feel dirty. She resisted the urge to cover as much of herself as possible; she didn't want him knowing he'd got to her.

Something about the way he said her name made Vivian think Rodolphus wasn't done with her yet.

"Fuck you, Lestrange," she said, her voice icy and deadly, as he turned to leave, and for a moment she was exactly what she always would be to the outside world; a cold, vicious little thing. But when he was gone her expression softened, and she looked back to Theo. If Lestrange thought she'd have anything more to do with him, he was wrong. She was Theo's now. That wasn't going to change.

Vivian grinned again.
"I love you, you know that, right?" she said, still grinning, before she stood up and wrapped the towel properly around herself, and going to Theo. She took the hand that he had punched Rodolphus with, and kissed each finger gently, knowing it would probably be hurting rather a lot, he'd hit him that hard. Then she wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed him, taking his bottom lip between her teeth and biting him playfully, still smiling.

*ooc; lol >.<

and yes, I just wanted to use that gif... XD

[THEODORE JACOB NOTT]

The sight of Rodolphus stumbling backwards was one of the most satisfying things that Theo had seen to date, and knowing it was because him only made it all the better. That punch was for so much more than that one comment he'd made about Vivian and a part of Theo hoped Rodolphus knew that. You didn't go around lying about Vivian Blackwell's virginity or what she's like in bed. Not on his watch. And he was going to make sure everyone knew that Vivian was his now. Half of Theo expected Rodolphus to either attack him back, whether it was by wand or by physical strength didn't matter much to Theo. He was excellent at both, and he wasn't afraid of Rodolphus Lestrange.

But, Rodolphus ended up not doing anything. Instead, he just said he would see him in practice, but those words spoke volumes. He knew that he was going to be in a world of hurt next time practice came around, but it would be worth it. The satisfaction of landing a blow and watching Rodolphus stagger backwards was more than worth whatever Rodolphus would put him through at practice. But even still, he knew that he should be prepared to suffer for his actions. Rodolphus never had been a man to break his promises, especially when they had to do with revenge.

He'd said Vivian's name and the way he'd said it only made Theo want to punch him again. But soon enough he was gone, and Theo felt himself relax almost instantaneously after Rodolphus was gone out the door. No matter what Rodolphus had planned up his sleeve Theo wasn't scared. He released a breath he didn't even realize he'd been holding as he turned around to face Vivian, who was already striding toward him clad in nothing more than a towel. He grinned at her right before she spoke, and kissed him hard, pulling his bottom lip between her teeth. He closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the moment before wrapping his arms tightly around her.

"I love you too, Vivian. More than you know," he said with a smile before kissing her hard, with a ferocity and passion that was something only he could do to her.

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[VIVIAN HOPE BLACKWELL]

"I think I have some idea," Vivian said with a smile, right before Theo started kissing her. The kiss was passionate and within seconds Vivian lost herself in it completely. She wrapped her arms around Theo, and kissed him like she could never get enough of him. In truth, she couldn't.

Vivian was sure that by the time they made it back to the Slytherin common room that night, the whole house would know that Vivian Blackwell and Theodore Nott had shagged in the changing rooms. No doubt they'd think she was just continuing what they all thought she'd been doing for weeks. None of them would know that Vivian had just lost her virginity to Theo, her best friend. None of them would know how hopelessly in love they were. None of them would know how magical it had been.

But Vivian didn't care. Let them wonder, she thought, let them gossip. Lets confuse them and give them something to talk about; weren't they fighting? But they were best friends? Didn't they sleep together before? I thought she was with Rod? They could talk and talk, none of them would ever know the whole truth. That was theirs. That would be their secret.

One thing that would never be a secret from now on was that Vivian was Theo's, and that he was hers. She wanted the world to know. She wanted every girl who'd ever thought they'd have a chance with him to know to back off. Vivian kissed him possessively, raking her nails over his back, leaving long trails as though marking him as hers.

"I think we have some time before we have to head back to the castle," she said speaking against his lips, her voice full of promise. She reached a hand up to her towel and let it drop to the floor. "What else do you have to teach me? I think I'd like to experiment some more."

Vivian sincerely hoped Theo knew what he'd gotten himself into.