Author's Note:
This is a Theodore Nott fanfic. A lot of other characters will probably be woven in, but its focus is on Theo. The story is told from a various different sources and point of views.
All of the characters, the world, the places, and the creatures belong to J.K. Rowling. I just like to play with it all sometimes.
Warning: violence, rape, boy/boy.
Blaise stared at the tall, lanky boy that was Theodore Nott. Nott had styled dark brown hair that looked like he just rolled out of bed, and brilliant blue eyes. His lips, Blaise noted with a pang in his lower abdomen, were full and flushed almost all of the time. In Blaise's fifth year, he realized why Theo's lips were always flushed; he chewed and bit them constantly when he concentrated. It drove him mad, watching Theo in the library.
He wanted to add Theo to his collection, but the boy was so heavily guarded. He never spoke to anyone outside his house, and rarely talked to anyone inside his house. He was smart and calculating, and always had high marks. He was calm and collective and hated to be in crowds. He often ate in the kitchens with the house elves, and always avoided parties.
The loner mask that Theo put on, and Blaise was convinced it was just a mask, made the idea of owning him delicious. So, one day during holiday break, while the most of the school was home, he found Theo in the library, his nose in a book. The boy was taking notes, scribbling hastily in slanted, curved writing.
"Hello, Nott," Blaise said casually, running his fingers over the tower of books on the table beside Theo's paper. The boy didn't look up for moment, only doing so after he finished his sentence. His blue eyes hardened into ice as he glared at Blaise.
"Zabini," he greeted coldly, closing the book with care and picking up another to read. Zabini caught the title The Fantastic Lexicon of Horrifying Creatures. He rolled his eyes and snatched the book from Theo, receiving a harsh glare from the boy. This only amused Blaise.
"I want to talk to you, Theo, not to your back," he lectured, pushing all the books off the table so they clattered to the ground. Theodore stood sharply as he dropped the last book. Instantly the boy started to pick up the books, and Blaise knew right away Nott wouldn't be won with charms. He watched the younger man pick up all the books, glaring at Blaise as he did.
"What do you want, then?" he asked calmly, but his eyes spoke legions of hate. Blaise laughed coldly as Theodore placed the books back into their spots on the shelves. He enjoyed the fact that the boy put himself into this position, a corner down an aisle no one ever went down, no windows…
He gripped Theo's tie and covered his mouth with his hand. There was a startled gasp and the boy started to struggle instantly, going for his wand. Blaise drew his own and stunned the younger Slytherin. The stun was weak, but that was the point. Blaise searched Theo's person and found his wand, tossing it down the aisle without a care. He pointed his wand at Theo's limp arms, and ropes went out to bind his wrists. With no more need of his wand, Blaise pocketed it.
He loosened Theo's tie just as the boy started to come around. He gagged him with the silver and green tie, smirking as he did. There was fear in the bleary blue eyes. The boy weakly struggled as Blaise undressed him, revealing his pale white body.
"Oooh, I so love our contrast, Nott," Blaise purred, licking one of Theo's nipples, earning a strangled plea for mercy. Blaise laughed and undressed himself. Theo struggled again, trying to kick at Blaise who quickly forced Theo over onto his knees and put his knees onto the backs of the boy's calves. A whimper of pain escaped the boy, his hands clenching into fists.
"I bet you're a virgin, too," Blaise sneered in a low whisper, leaning over Theo to nip as his shoulder blade. Theo just hung his head, his body trembling. Blaise took that as a yes as he rubbed himself against the smooth skin of Theo's ass. Theo's arm, which had been shaking violently since he was placed in this position, gave away. Blaise watched with humor as Theo hit the stone floor face first. "Idiot," he sneered as he moved to align with the younger Slytherin's entrance.
"But now you're in such a good position," he purred again, grinning darkly as he forced himself into the unprepared body. Theo's muffled screams gave him more arousal. He saw Theo claw at the floor, he saw the tears form in his pretty blue eyes. Blaise laughed again, soft and cruel. He wasted no time setting up a hard and fast pace into the virgin, dragging his nails over the pure white expanse of skin. He felt Theo tear, felt the blood smear on his dick and down Theo's thighs, but just continued.
Theo gave up screaming, and tried to stop crying. The pain, Blaise figured, was probably the worst he's ever felt. The thought sent shivers down the older Slytherin's back as he moved harder into Theo, enjoying the tight warmth. He was so close to his climax, but he wanted Theo to scream when he came. A good finale, that would be.
As he felt his muscle clench he reached down and grabbed Theo's hair, forcing his back sharply, pulling his hair hard so that some of the scalp ripped. Blaise felt the sticky wetness of blood on his fingers, and he grinned when he heard Theo's scream of pain.
The scream pushed him over the edge and he forced Theo down, flat on the ground as he fell over him, ignoring the pain filled whimpers from the younger. After a moment he pulled out of the boy and cleaned himself up with magic, standing with a smirk. He kicked the boy once before dressing. Then, when he had a chance to help the boy, who was looking weak and paler than usual, he stepped over him and left the library without a glance back, whistling as he did.