Author's Notes: No idea if anyone's reading this, but hopefully someone is. I had fun writing it anyway!

Chapter 3: Terry

Sadly things were never straightforward with Isabelle. Her unexpected openness about her relationship and sex life had been extremely unusual and very much the last thing Draco had been expecting. Unfortunately she was now back to going pink at the slightest hint of him flirting with her, which really didn't help him very much.

He wanted her to want him, or at least he wanted her to want to fuck him.

Actually he had a feeling she probably already did, because he'd deliberately touched her a few times, just on the arm or the hand, and once on her hair, and her reaction had suggested she was more than merely annoyed at his over familiarity. She twitched under his fingers like he'd used a shocking spell and her eyes flashed with something more than annoyance. If only she'd just cave in this whole thing would be so much simpler.

She had other ideas though and to top it off by the end of the week Terry Boot had actually asked her out. Draco wondered vaguely what Goldstein thought about this turn of events just a week after she'd split up with him, but apparently Isabelle didn't care because she'd accepted and she was meeting with him by the lake right now.

Actually she was back. Draco heard the door open and he shot out of his bedroom a little faster than was dignified as she stepped through the door – thankfully alone.

"So how did your date with Terry go?" he asked, sidling up to her as she hung up her cloak, "Not that well I'm assuming?"

"It went very well thank you," she snapped, "What makes you think it didn't?"

Draco gestured to the empty space besides her. "I don't see him anywhere. Not good enough to get invited back was he?"

Isabelle made a frustrated noise in her throat. "I do not sleep with someone on the first date Malfoy!"

"Really?" Draco was rather intrigued by this. Surely the whole point of a first date was that you slept with the person and found out how good they were in bed? "How prudish of you. When do you sleep with him then?"

"None of your business." She pushed past him and started heading for her bedroom. He smirked, letting her go, although he could resist calling after her.

"Well if you waste your time with him don't say I didn't warn you when he turns out to be crap in bed."

He heard Isabelle's yell of "Fuck off Malfoy," over the sound of her slamming door and grinned, settling himself at the desk to make a start on his homework.

Apparently three sodding weeks was about the right amount of time for Isabelle to decide to sleep with someone. At least, Draco assumed that's what they were doing in her bedroom. She'd remembered to put up a silencing spell this time so he couldn't be sure, but he couldn't think of any other reason for her to do such a thing.

It was quite distracting actually, knowing that they were in there doing things like that, possibly even more distracting than it had been when he could hear what was going on. The imaginings were torturous. If Terry did turn out to be good, there went his little game and he'd never get to see exactly what sort of body Isabelle was keeping under those sensible clothes.

It really didn't bear thinking about.

Groaning in frustration he abandoned his bedroom for the Slytherin Common Room. He could probably persuade Ruth to entertain him for the evening and that was certainly preferable to wondering what was going on just the other side of a very thin wall.

He didn't really know why he was so bothered, but he was.

Two weeks later Draco decided that actually the silence had been a lot less distracting than what he was now experiencing. It was gone 11 o'clock and he really wanted some sleep, but either Isabelle had forgotten her silencing spell or the one she had cast had finally worn off again because he could very definitely hear what they were getting up to next door.

His only consolation was that it didn't sound that interesting. Mostly he could hear Terry grunting. The boy sounded like an injured pig and it was definitely not sexy. Draco had no desire to listen to him all night long. If it had been Isabelle screaming that might have been a different matter: even if he wasn't the one making her scream, at least he could have appreciated the noise a bit more.

As it was he was relieved when just a few minutes later Terry gave an extra loud grunt and the activity stopped. Apparently that was it.

Draco sneered to himself in the darkness.

Really these Ravenclaw boys were almost making it too easy for him. He was definitely going to show the Head Girl a good time and he was more determined than ever that it would be soon.

He took his opportunity the next day before breakfast when he bumped into Isabelle in their shared living area, Terry had apparently already left, much to Draco's relief.

"Forget your silencing spell last night?" he said casually, smirking as Isabelle's cheeks turned bright pink and she cast her eyes towards the floor, refusing to look at him.

"Uh…" With Isabelle distracted Draco took the opportunity to slide nearer and bent his head so his lips were near her ear.

"Oh don't worry, I didn't hear anything very exciting," he hissed, "Not very good in bed your new boyfriend is he? Almost sounded like he was worse than Goldstein, although I'm not actually sure that's possible."

Isabelle's head snapped up, her eyes flashing with anger, though her cheeks were redder than ever. "It's none of your business Malfoy!"

He moved backwards slightly, away from her ear. "It is when I have to listen to it sweetheart."

"Fine," she relented slightly at that, "I'm sorry you had to listen to it, ok? I'll redo the silencing charm."

"Oh good, I don't appreciate being forced to listen to mediocre sex," he drawled, sneering disdainfully in the direction of her bedroom as if personally offended by it all.

"Stop commenting on my sex life Malfoy!" Isabelle was bright red again, eyes flashing dangerously, and Merlin she looked sexy when she was like this, in spite of the less than flattering clothes. "Why do you even care?"

"I don't care." He lent on the wall, folding his arms and smirking at her in the way he knew would infuriate her the most. "It just seems such a shame that's all. You clearly want something more than he can give you. You're wasted on him sweetheart."

"Oh and I suppose you think you're the one to give me this 'something more' do you?" Isabelle matched his posture, folding her own arms defiantly. He grinned internally at the fact that she had fallen right where he wanted her.

"Oh definitely." He lent in closer again, seeing Isabelle's eyes widen as he brought his lips near to hers. "I could show you what it feels like to be fucked properly Isabelle. I know you want me to."

The strangled noise she made in her throat was more than enough for Draco for now. He pulled backwards just before she pushed him away and smirked after her as she practically ran for the door.

It was actually starting to get annoying. It was two weeks since she'd started sleeping with Terry and Draco had thought Isabelle might have caved in by now, but apparently she had more willpower than he had thought. On Friday night he dragged Sadie, who was always up for a good time and who was suitably noisy, back to his bedroom and fucked her senseless.

He'd deliberately taken down his silencing charms beforehand and he knew Isabelle could hear every sound she was making.

And Merlin did she make a lot.

He paid for it the next day, with fierce scowls from Isabelle when she emerged from her bedroom, which he responded to with wicked smirks until she cracked and confronted him.

"You did that on purpose!" She was standing, hands on hips, glaring at him as he lay on his back on the sofa reading a book.

"What?" he lowered his book and gave her his best innocent stare.

"You know what! Don't tell me you 'forgot' to put up a silencing charm Malfoy. I'm well aware you have a permanent one on your room. You deliberately took it down."

"Oh well. Maybe I did, maybe I didn't." He smirked again. "Maybe I thought it was time you heard what sex sounded like, since you aren't getting any yourself."

Isabelle blushed bright red at his words and made a choked noise of frustration. "I get plenty of sex thank you!"

Draco raised an eyebrow. "You call that sex sweetheart? You don't know what you're missing."

Another choked noise. Draco decided it was time to wind her up just a little bit more, if only because she looked so delightfully hot when she got angry.

"I could show you what you're missing if you like."

"Fuck off Malfoy!" It seemed that was the best she could do for now because she stormed off into the kitchen and he could hear her slamming the cupboard doors in there as she made another of those endless cups of peppermint tea she seemed to drink.

He could let it lie like that, but he was getting very tired of waiting and he decided that it was probably worth pushing just a little bit further.

Quietly he got up from the couch and entered the kitchen. Isabelle had his back to her, apparently glaring at the kettle as she waited for it to boil on the stove. He approached her silently, stopping behind her back and touching her on the shoulder. She whirled around, glaring and before she could move out the way he locked his arms either side of her, gripping onto the counter and stepping forwards until they were only inches apart, towering over her as she pressed herself back into the worktop.

"The thing is Isabelle," he hissed, dipping his head so that his lips were near her ear, ignoring her sounds of protest, "I know you aren't such a prude as you make out. I know those Ravenclaw boys don't satisfy you. I know what you really want is someone to fuck you properly. Just let me know when you decide you can't wait any longer."

She made that delightfully ridiculous choking noise again and he pulled away, smirking as he noticed the rather lustful look that had crept into her eyes at his words. He saw her swallow hard and left quickly, before that lust could turn into the inevitable anger and she made herself look too fuckable to resist.