Cat and Mouse
Author's Notes: It's been quite a while since I wrote and published a story. I've been missing my Ravenclaws, especially Padma so here's a shorty featuring Theodore Nott. This is set about 5-8 years since the Battle.
Warning: Contains some sexual content.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and associated character are copyright JK Rowling, Warner Brothers Studios, Scholastica, Bloomsbury, etc.
"Don't you dare threaten me like that!" Padma Patil hissed, her fists clenched at her sides. She was glaring at Theodore Nott who just uttered the most ridiculous statement in her entire life.
Theodore just smiled. "But I wasn't. I am going to do that," he declared as he advanced slowly on her until she was backed up against the wall. Quickly, he grabbed her clenched hands and held them above her head. He leaned and watched her eyes grow angrier. "You're not afraid, are you?" he asked.
She rolled her eyes. "Not in the least," she huffed out. But Padma was afraid, truthfully, as no one had dared come close to her like this. But she was angry, at herself, for actually letting him and enjoying the game they're playing.
"Hmm," Theodore muttered, as he suddenly closed the gap between them. Still holding her arms up, he clasped them in one hand so he was free to move the other. He gently touched her cheek, watching her eyes widen in surprise before he murmured to her ears. "Liar," and he kissed her. A peck, then another, and another, as he slowly coaxed her mouth to open up, his free hand moving from her cheek to her neck, grazing the side of her breast, then down to her waist.
He moved closer, pressing his hand at the small of her back, as he nudged her thighs apart with his knee. Padma gasped at the motion and it was all the invitation he needed to kiss her deeply, his tongue slipping in and tasting her. His hands moved lower to grasp her butt, simultaneously pushing himself against her.
It was too much. The sensation of his tongue exploring her mouth, his hand on her butt. The heat… She wanted to touch him also. Wriggling her hands, she broke of the kiss. "Theo…" she whispered, only to be cut off again by a kiss. But he let go of her hands and instead braced his on the wall behind her. With her newfound freedom, she reached up and laced her hands at the back of his neck, holding him close. "Theo," she sighed against his mouth as his hands went lower, urging her leg to lift up a bit as he pressed closer.
"Padma," Theo whispered, breaking off the kiss that was going out of control. He rested his forehead on hers, breathing deeply. "Padma," he whispered again, before planting butterfly kisses on her forehead, left cheek, nose, right cheek, and at the same time loosening his hold on her thigh. He then pecked her on the lips, one, two times, as he slowly backed away, still leaning his forehead on hers. "You made me lose control," he declared as he slowly caressed her cheek.
Just as they were calming down, Padma pinched Theodore on his cheek. "Don't do that again," she said, as she shrugged from under him and walked out of the room, fixing her hair and smoothing her dress. Theodore only laughed as he, too, straightened up and followed Padma out the door.
End.