Warning: This is rated M for sex and swearing.

Chapter 4: Draco

After that incident Isabelle had actually made some pathetic attempts to spice up her sex life, which Draco had pretended not to notice, but actually had. He wasn't exactly sure what her attempts involved, but Terry's noises had become more erratic and he'd even heard a few from her. It was driving him crazy listening to it, and he knew she was doing it deliberately in revenge for his own behaviour on Friday night.

On Tuesday he paid her back by taking down his own silencing charms again and letting her hear his little encounter with Marissa, who was very nearly as noisy as Sadie, if not quite so good in bed.

By Thursday morning he thought he was going crazy.

At least Terry hadn't been here last night so he'd had a pretty decent sleep. He'd woken up early, showered, dressed and was now lying on his bed looking vaguely at the canopy above his bed as he listening to the sounds of Isabelle moving around in her own room, getting dressed after her own shower.

He drifted off into his own thoughts until he became aware of another sound from the other side of the wall. A quiet moan. A soft whimper.

Bloody hell!

He was across the room and had his ear pressed against the wall before he'd really thought about what he was doing. She was masturbating just a few feet away from him and he could hear every bloody sound thanks to her failure to renew her silencing charms.

Another moan. He felt a familiar stirring between his hips and pressed his hand over the growing bulge in his trousers, trying to resist the urge to indulge in his own solo activities. The problem was that his mind had other ideas and at the sound of another whimper from the other side of the wall he realised his hand was moving involuntarily, rubbing his length through the material of his trousers.

Fuck.

He snatched his hand away and pressed his ear closer to the wall, hearing a throaty groan and a sudden rustle of material, as if she had pulled down her knickers. Another moan, louder this time. Draco imagined she'd probably pushed her fingers inside herself and that thought sent his hand back to his cock, rubbing harder this time and causing him to give a gasp of his own.

The moans from the other side of the wall were becoming more frantic now and Draco's imagination went into overdrive. He ripped at the fastenings on his trousers, releasing his throbbing length and immediately wrapping his fingers around it, jerking his hand erratically as his moans mingled with hers.

He was just glad he had redone his silencing charms. She'd never know that he was getting off to the sound of her getting herself off.

The moans from the other side of the wall reached a climax and Draco moved his hand faster, giving a choked cry as he heard Isabelle orgasm and the noise she made sent him over the edge, covering his trousers in sticky white fluid as he released into his hand, panting hard as his climax peaked and faded far too fast.

That was the problem with doing this himself, he realised, as he cleaned himself up with his wand. The high never lasted long enough and he always felt rather disgusting afterwards. Especially today. Especially after what he'd just come to.

Why did she have to sound so fucking hot?

The one good thing, he realised, as he changed his trousers, was that if she was that loud when she came then he'd never heard it before. Those Ravenclaw pricks were definitely not satisfying her in any way.

Damn it, she was doing it again!

It was after lunch on Friday and he'd just gone back to their room to pick up a textbook he'd left behind before heading to his next class. Unfortunately he'd heard that moan as soon as he'd slipped through the door and he knew exactly what was going on.

Isabelle was shut in her room, and she was very much alone because he'd just seen Terry at the Ravenclaw table in the Great Hall having lunch. That noise she'd made was definitely self-induced and apparently she was too occupied to have heard him come in.

Draco couldn't stand this any longer.

Quietly he took off his shoes, socks and outer robes, leaving himself wearing just his shirt and trousers. He strode across the room, pausing only to listen to another of her moans as he approached her door, smirking at the fact that she didn't know he was in here. He waited a heartbeat, feeling his cock twitching in his trousers and then pushed open her door in one swift movement and stalked towards her bed.

She heard him enter. Her eyes snapped open and she snatched her hand from where it had been positioned between her legs, anger and embarrassment sending that rather sexy flush to her cheeks. She was still wearing her knickers, he noticed, though her skirt was hitched up around her waist and her blouse was unbuttoned at the top.

"What the fuck Malfoy!?" she snapped, sitting upright and scrambling backwards as he climbed onto the bed, ignoring her protests as he grabbed at her hips and yanked her down onto her back.

"Enough games Isabelle. I'm going to fuck you right now," he hissed, climbing onto the bed and straddling her hips as he gazed down at her. "I know you need this so don't even think about saying no."

She hadn't protested since her initial outburst, though she still looked angry.

Angry and lustful and fucking hot.

Draco dragged her knickers down without a moment's hesitation and slipped a finger inside her, gasping as he felt just how wet she was.

"What are you doing Malfoy?" It seemed Isabelle had found her voice and Draco extracted his finger reluctantly, instead dropping forwards and balancing on his arms so that his lips came down to within an inch of hers.

"I just told you Isabelle, I'm going to fuck you." He smirked and added, "I promise it will be better than doing it to yourself."

There was a pause of a few heartbeats. Draco gazed steadily into her eyes, keeping his anxiety out of his expression. Merlin, if she said no he was going to have to leave her alone and he didn't think he could stand that right now. He needed to fuck her. He needed to find out just how accurate all his little fantasies about her body had been. Mostly he needed to find out if it really was the Ravenclaw boys who were bad at sex, or if she was just a really terrible fuck.

Merlin, he hoped not.

"You fucking better be." Isabelle practically spat the words into his face, seconds before she dragged his head down and pressed her lips against his. The kiss was hot and wet and not what Draco was expecting from the Ravenclaw prude. She was kissing him hard, almost frantically, her tongue swiping across his lower lip and demanding entry to his mouth and after a second of shock he responded with equal enthusiasm, letting their tongues tangle and dance as his hands scrambled at the buttons on her blouse.

He broke the kiss as soon as he had undone them all, pulling her up off the bed slightly so he could remove the blouse and then her bra with quick, practised movements before pressing his lips to her neck and starting to suck and lick at the skin there.

His lips travelled downwards and so did his hands, ghosting beneath her skirt again so he could push his finger back inside her.

"Fuck Isabelle, you're so wet," he gasped, realising that if anything she was wetter than she had been before. He pushed a second finger in almost immediately, as he enveloped a hard nipple with his mouth and began sucking gently, wondering exactly how far he could push her before she crossed from pleasure and into pain.

He resisted the urge to suck harder in response to her moans, concentrating instead on curling and twisting his fingers inside her as he plunged them in and out of her slit. She was warm, and wet, and he could feel her muscles contracting delightfully around his fingers as he smirked against her nipple. Already she was panting and moaning, writhing frantically beneath him and trying to thrust her hips onto his fingers to make him hit that sensitive spot just a little bit harder. He pulled away from her nipple to look up at her, smirking in delight at her expression and pressing his thumb against her clit, rubbing against it as he continued to thrust in and out of her body, increasing his rhythm in response to her moans.

"Fuck, that feels good." Her eyes had flown open and she was staring right at him, the expression in her eyes making his muscles twitch and his cock throb inside his trousers, straining against the material and begging to be released. He tried desperately to ignore it as he dipped his head and kissed Isabelle hard on the mouth, swallowing her moans in delight as he felt her muscles start to pulse around his fingers. She was close.

"Fuck Malfoy!"

No.

He slowed his movements slightly, smirking wickedly when she reopened her eyes and looked at him in confusion, almost slipping down the bed in her attempts to follow his fingers as he pulled them nearly all the way out.

"Say my name Isabelle," he murmured, leaning his forehead against hers so he could gaze into her lust-filled brown eyes, "Say my name and I'll make you come." He accompanied his words with a twist of his fingers as Isabelle bit her lip and whimpered slightly, obviously fighting some internal struggle.

"Draco!" It had been half gasped, half choked, but it was enough for Draco and he plunged his fingers back inside her. Once. Twice. Her back arched away from the bed and he felt her muscles contract hard around his fingers as her climax hit. He twisted his fingers expertly, pushing them as deep as he could and rubbing against her sensitive spot, drinking in her helpless moans, louder than any he'd heard from her before, and relishing the look in her eyes as she came hard.

Only when she fell back down on the bed, gasping and swearing did he withdraw his fingers and sit up, starting to undo his own shirt and trousers, groaning with relief as he slipped down his pants and finally released his cock from the restrictive material. Merlin, he didn't think he'd ever been so hard, and the look on Isabelle's face as she took in his nearly naked form made him twitch with anticipation as he crawled back over her.

He'd left his shirt on.

That fucking mark on his arm was not going to remind her of what he technically was. He'd be damned if he didn't get to fuck her right now.

Without ceremony he guided his erection to her entrance and pushed inside. She was still tight from her orgasm but she was wet enough that he managed to push nearly all the way inside her before her gasp let him know that he'd gone far enough. He stopped then and let her adjust. He was planning on fucking her hard, but he just knew he was probably bigger than anything those Ravenclaw idiots had shoved inside her and for that reason alone he was willing to be slightly less selfish than he would normally.

Most girls came back to him for more anyway. If he hurt Isabelle he had a feeling she wouldn't.

It was bloody hard though. She was tight. Tighter even than he would have expected from her orgasm. Perhaps it was because she was smaller than any of the girls he'd fucked before, or maybe it was just the way she was, but bloody hell he'd never been squeezed so damn tight in his life and it was all he could do to hold back from pushing the rest of the way in.

He realised he had his eyes closed and snapped them open, seeing Isabelle looking up at him with one eyebrow raised. Her expression clearly said, "Well?"

Fucking hell, was this what he got for being considerate? He smirked down at her and then pushed the rest of the way in, smirking even harder when her eyes widened in surprise as his length filled her completely.

He took a moment to undo the fastenings on her skirt, admiring her nearly naked body as he did so. Her frame was as slim as he had expected, not overly curvy, but still definitely feminine. Her breasts were small, but perfectly formed and big enough that she would definitely not be accused of having no cleavage at all. She was, he realised, pretty damn beautiful underneath those stupid clothes she wore.

He pulled out suddenly, ignoring her whimper in favour of discarding her skirt and raking his eyes over her now completely naked form.

Definitely beautiful.

He bit his lower lip and grabbed at her thighs, pushing her up the bed and then flipping her over onto her front before picking up her hips and forcing her onto her hands and knees. She glanced at him over her shoulder, her expression slightly anxious as he reached out his hands and ran them over her arse. It was perfect he realised, rounded and smooth and luscious – definitely something he would play with another time. For now though he positioned himself behind her, rubbing the end of his cock between her thighs and against her clit before he slipped it into her wet slit again, groaning as he felt her muscles clench down on him immediately.

"Fuck Isabelle you're so tight," he gasped, dropping one hand down as he lent forwards over her and reached around with the other hand to pinch at her nipple. He smirked at the whimper that earned him and continued his attentions as he began to rock his hips against hers.

A few seconds of this was all the patience he had before he pushed himself upright, grabbed at her hips and pulled himself out before slamming back inside her forcefully, snatching a groan of ecstasy from both their throats at the movement. He repeated it a few times, feeling the pleasure building in his stomach already, only increased by Isabelle's pants as she pushed her hips back to meet each thrust.

"Harder Draco." He didn't need telling twice. He clutched tighter and picked up his rhythm, pushing himself deeper and harder inside her. Her fingers curled at the sheets beneath her hands as she grabbed at them, her small frame lacking the strength to withstand his thrusts properly in this position.

"Head down sweetheart." He lent forward, pushing her head down towards the mattress, forcing her arms above her head at the same time. She got the idea, shoving her hands into the headboard to provide some leverage to help her push back against him and using it instantly to slam their hips together all the harder.

Fucking hell she felt so fucking good.

"Fuck Draco!" Her muscles were tightening around him already. Her body slick with sweat. Hips moving frantically as she began to writhe against him. Panting, breathless moans falling from her lips.

Draco took one glance at her flushed face and willed himself to hold on until she unravelled around him. It was almost too much. There was heat and skin and movement and so much fucking friction that he could hardly stand it.

"Oh fuck! Yes, Draco. Right there. Harder. Fuck!" She had totally lost it and she was so close. Draco could feel her hanging on the edge of her climax.

"Come for me Isabelle," he hissed and as he knew they would the words sent her crashing over the edge, incomprehensible cries falling from her lips as she clamped gloriously around him, squeezing his cock so hard he thought he was going to pass out from the pleasure of it all. He thrust twice more and came hard. Releasing into her with a choked cry, the pulsating of her muscles making his high last longer than usual, blurring his vision and weakening his muscles as they tumbled together onto the bed, Draco surging his strength into his arms at the last minute to push himself to one side and avoid completely crushing her underneath his body.

"Fuck!" he gasped as he lay next to her, blinking away the lights that were flashing in front of his eyes and rolling over to look at her as soon as he found the strength. She looked as out of it as he felt and he smirked smugly as she looked over at him, trying to focus her eyes on his face. It took her a couple of seconds, but when she did she smirked back at him, then to his surprise reached up, laced her fingers through his hair and pulled him into a searing kiss.

This wasn't supposed to happen.

He didn't kiss girls after he fucked them; it gave entirely the wrong impression. On the other hand she was a very good kisser and she had already started. He realised he was kissing her back before he'd even decided whether it was a good idea so he went with it, cupping her cheek and deepening the kisses, enjoying them until it became so intense he could hardly breathe and he pulled away, letting his hand drop from her face and licking his lips thoughtfully.

"Well at least that answers one question," he said smugly, rolling onto his front, but keeping his eyes fixed on her the entire time.

"What question?" She dropped her head onto the pillow and let her eyes flutter closed. Draco really hoped she wasn't planning on going to sleep.

"It's not you that's horrendous in bed, it's those idiot Ravenclaws you keep dating," he sneered disdainfully.

"Fuck!" Isabelle's eyes shot open and she jerked upright, leaning on one hand, her eyes flashing angrily. There was a moment when she glanced about the room in horror, eyes travelling over their discarded clothes and their naked bodies before she suddenly exclaimed, "You just made me fucking cheat on my fucking boyfriend, you fucking prick!"

"Language!" Draco was rather amused at the amount of f words she had just managed to fit into one sentence, though he stopped laughing when Isabelle's other hand connected with his shoulder in a sharp slap. He hissed in pain and launched himself at her, catching her hand just as she went to hit him again and forcing her back down onto the bed so she was pinned beneath him, her wrists safely secured under his hands.

"First of all I did not make you do anything sweetheart. You could have stopped me anytime and I would have left you alone," he drawled, shifting his leg to better pin down her hips as she squirmed beneath him, "And secondly if you tell me you didn't want that I won't believe you for a second. You enjoyed it and so did I."

He gave another smug smirk as she reddened further, this time from embarrassment, rather than anger.

"You're pretty good Isabelle. Think how good you'll be once I teach you a few things." He raised an eyebrow, refusing to look away even when she squirmed uncomfortably, her anger temporarily forgotten in her obvious embarrassment. Damn it, she always looked sexy when she was flushed, but now, naked underneath him, with sex mussed hair and reddened lips she looked positively delicious. Draco had to gather all his will power to stop himself from leaning down and kissing her again.

"Now I'm going to let you go," he said severely, taking refuge in sounding a little colder than he might have intended, "And you will not hit me again, do you understand?"

The anger flashed back into her eyes at that.

"Fine, but you will not touch me again," she hissed, "Do you understand?"

He didn't say anything to that, but he did release her and roll away, landing feet first on the floor and retrieving his clothes quickly. She crawled under the covers and watched him silently, the anger still in her eyes. He stopped and smirked back at her from the doorway.

"I don't usually sleep with other men's girlfriends," he said lightly, "I made an exception for you, but if you want a repeat performance you should definitely dump that jerk." With that he left the room, grinning to himself as he heard the thump of something hitting the door behind him. He wondered what she'd thrown, but it wasn't very important. The important thing was that she hadn't cried about cheating on her boyfriend.

He listened through the wall in his room after he got dressed just to make sure, but apart from a bit of swearing and the sound of a few other things, which he suspected were books, being hurled at their dividing wall he didn't hear anything else.

Eventually he heard her get dressed and leave for her last lesson so he gathered his things and left to, glad that she wasn't in herbology because he really couldn't deal with death by glaring after what had just happened.