Warning: Seriously smutty later on. Don't read if you don't like reading about sex.

Author's Notes: Posting these chapters in quick succession as the first is so short.

Chapter 2: Anthony

Over the next few weeks he learnt a lot about little Isabelle. Things like the fact that she hated it when he left his clothes lying around, which he did even more than usual just to annoy her. And the fact that she seemed to have a fondness for peppermint tea, which she made the muggle way all the time.

He also learnt, after a few heated arguments, that she could give as good as she got now that she'd lost her fear of him. She was fiercely intelligent and burnt with an odd sort of intensity that would have been attractive if she had been a pure blood who dressed a bit better. As it was he took great delight in flirting outrageously with her from time to time, because it was the only thing that seemed to really get the better of her. She just didn't seem to know how to deal with it. She seemed completely unaware of her own sexuality, which was intriguing because she had a boyfriend and Draco was pretty sure they had sex.

Actually the fact that she had a boyfriend annoyed him, because Anthony Goldstein spent far too much time hanging around their shared living area and Draco thought that he was a bit of a prat.

Scratch that. A lot of a prat.

During one of his and Isabelle's endless arguments about goodness knows what Goldstein had waded into their battle of wits and called him a stupid, jumped up Death Eater. Draco had hit him with the bat-bogy hex for that one, which was a disgusting curse, but one which gave him great satisfaction when Goldstein was forced to run to Madam Pomfrey for a cure.

In the three weeks he'd been living in the same place as Isabelle she'd never once brought up his status or what side of the war he was on, though he was pretty sure it was why she'd been scared of him for all of thirty seconds after they'd first met. It annoyed him beyond all measurable reason that Goldstein had drawn it to her attention.

Unfortunately the side effect of his actions was that Isabelle didn't speak to him for at least three days, which was quite boring because he had no one to argue with and wind up when she did that.

Ironically the thing which got her talking to him again was when she caught him with Sadie Sandringham in their shared living area in the middle of the night. They actually weren't doing anything wrong, at least not at that precise moment, because Sadie was just leaving after a very enjoyable few hours in his bedroom, but when he'd closed the door to the outside corridor behind her he'd turned to find Isabelle standing with her hands on her hips, wearing a fluffy dressing gown and looking ridiculous with her bed hair sticking up everywhere.

Draco ran his hands through his own blonde locks and glared at her defiantly, daring her to mention what had been going on.

"Do you have to shove your sex life in my face like that?" she snapped, starting to head to the bathroom.

"I'm hardly shoving it in your face am I?" he drawled, folding his arms, "I kept it in my bedroom, and I know you can't hear anything." He had protected his room with some very strong silencing charms the very first night he'd slept in it, and he constantly checked them to make sure they were still functioning. "If I wanted to shove it in your face I'd fuck her on the couch." He pointed to the nearest one just to emphasise the point, "Or maybe in the kitchen, both of which could be very enjoyable, but as it is I think I'll pass thanks. Sex isn't a spectator sport in my opinion. I don't want you watching."

He regarded her sniffly for a minute, raking his eyes openly over her body in the way he knew made her uncomfortable, "Although you might learn a thing or two if I did let you observe."

To say that she'd gone red with embarrassment would have been the understatement of the year. Draco could see her cheeks were on fire and her eyes wide with horror at his licentious words. She took a few seconds to recover.

"Whatever Malfoy," she snapped, although there wasn't quite the same force behind it as usual, "Just try to keep your little sluts out of my sight."

"Fine sweetheart," he said, leaning on the wall, "You keep your prick of a boyfriend out of my sight and we have a deal."

She made that frustrated noise again and stormed off to the bathroom, slamming the door so hard that Draco actually winced.

It worked though, he saw less of Goldstein after that, and Isabelle started arguing with him again.

He did keep his word about the girls as well, simply because if he didn't he knew Isabelle would start shoving Goldstein's presence in his face once more and he really didn't want to have to deal with being referred to as a Death Eater again.

They fell into a routine over the next few weeks, not bothering to avoid one another when they were both in the rooms at the same time, as Draco had thought he would do at first. They bickered and argued almost constantly when they were together, and though he didn't actually like her any better, Draco did find himself reluctantly admiring her intelligence and ability to respond to his jibes.

At least so long as he wasn't flirting with her. He found her complete lack of ability to deal with that strangely fascinating.

He also realised that he found her strangely attractive.

He strongly suspected that her body wasn't half as bad as those awful clothes made it look and he found himself curious. She was technically out of bounds being a Ravenclaw and a half blood, but Draco was prepared to ignore those things for a quick fuck. Particularly as she looked like the perfect girl to play out one of his little fantasies.

Sex in the shower.

Now that he had his own private, or at least nearly private, bathroom he was determined that he was going to try it. The problem was finding a girl to try it with. Pansy was out of the question. Even if he had wanted to ever sleep with her again, which he didn't, she'd be impossible to hold up. Of the other girls available who he actually found attractive enough to sleep with most of them were also regretfully out of the question when it came to things like that, and those that weren't Draco had found to be less than exemplary in the bedroom.

He didn't have the patience to teach them how to fuck properly so he'd binned them.

Tracey, who was both small, and fairly decent to fuck made strange noises when she came that he definitely didn't want to become part of his fantasy.

No, none of them would do.

Isabelle on the other hand: Isabelle was short and slim and probably extremely light. He'd be able to hold her up easily and she probably wouldn't make ridiculous noises. Isabelle would be the perfect partner for some depraved shower sex.

At least she would if she turned out to be any good at sex.

All he needed to do was put that theory to the test.

He actually thought he might get his opportunity sooner rather than later because the silencing charms on Isabelle's room had failed and she didn't seem to have noticed. He wasn't particularly inclined to tell her either. He'd overheard her arguments with Goldstein more than once, and he was rather pleased to find that some of them were about him.

Apparently the Ravenclaw was jealous of his little girlfriend spending so much time in the presence of another man, and Draco responded to this by calling her sweetheart even when Goldstein was in the room, something which caused Isabelle to glare and Goldstein to turn red. She'd told him more than once not to do it, but he was Draco Malfoy and there was no way he was taking orders from some stuck up, prudish little Ravenclaw half blood.

Unfortunately the lack of silencing charms also meant he could hear them having sex. He was guessing they didn't do it much, because he'd only heard them twice in the two weeks since the charms had failed and once had been last night.

It had been noisy and Draco had resorted to putting a pillow over his head to block out the sound, which seemed to go on for an excessive amount of time, before he finally managed to drop off to sleep.

He was surprised therefore the next day when he came back to find Isabelle sitting on the sofa in the living area looking depressed. She didn't look up when he came in, which was unusual because she never normally missed an opportunity to tell him not to dump his Quidditch robes on the floor.

"What's up with you?" he asked eventually, cursing himself for his own curiosity, which made him sound more interested in her than usual.

"I dumped Anthony," came the unexpectedly amicable reply.

Draco gave a snort of laughter and threw himself down onto the couch opposite. "That's nothing to be depressed about," he drawled, feeling that he was on safer ground here, until he remembered the activities of the evening before. "Sounded like you were getting on fine last night."

"What?!" Isabelle's head snapped up and she looked at him in surprise. He remembered that she probably had no idea what he was referring to.

"Might want to check your silencing charm sweetheart."

To say she went red would have been putting it mildly. She dropped her head into her hands looking horrified, though after a minute she rallied a little and to his surprise he actually heard her murmur. "He wasn't that good."

"Really?" Now he came to think about it, it had been Goldstein making more noise than her last night. He snorted with laughter, "He sounded like he was enjoying himself."

To his surprise Isabelle actually gave a derisive snort of her own and got up to head towards the kitchen. "I don't need you giving a critique on my sexual activities thank you very much."

"Sort out your silencing spell then," Draco shot back, adjusting his position on the couch so he could look at her over the back of it. He grinned wickedly at her, "And let me know if you need any help."

"What!?" Draco was rather pleased to see the blush rise to Isabelle's cheeks once again.

"You know what I mean sweetheart," he hissed, wiggling a seductive eyebrow in her direction and throwing in another smirk for good measure.

"I do not need your help Malfoy! I'm perfectly capable of sorting out my own sex life!" Isabelle was clearly riled up, which was just the way Draco wanted her, "And I don't even know why I'm discussing this with you in the first place!" With a final glare she stuck her nose in the air and stormed off into her bedroom. Draco subsided back onto the couch, grinning in satisfaction as he heard her take her frustration out by slamming her door.

He'd definitely got under her skin now, it would only be a matter of time before she caved and in the meantime he was prepared to be patient. There were plenty of other girls to play with.