Warning: More smut. If you don't like smut you might want to look away now!

Author's Notes: Thank you for the review buffy2213, glad you're enjoying this. I had fun writing it!

Chapter 5: Sweetheart

He took some time in his room after dinner to think about it, glad that Isabelle hadn't appeared at all.

She'd been good. Better than he had expected actually. She'd been more confident in her naked body than he had suspected given what she usually wore. It had surprised him to realise that she wasn't hiding her body under too loose clothing because she was ashamed of it. The expression on her face as he'd dragged his eyes over her bare skin had been one of almost smug satisfaction he realised.

Merlin, she knew she had a good figure. She had unexpected confidence and that was definitely a good thing when it came to sex. Also she hadn't been afraid of talking dirty. He didn't like women who were silent in bed; that was no fun. He'd probably be able to get her to beg quite easily, a thought which turned him on a little more than was comfortable whilst he was fully clothed.

She was definitely lacking experience though he told himself, to try and keep his body's reactions at bay. That look she'd given him when she was on her hands and knees suggested to him that she hadn't been sure about it. No one had fucked her like that before. It gave him a feeling of smug satisfaction to know that he was the first to do that to her. He wondered what else she'd never done before. There was probably a whole list of things, and if he was lucky he could probably be her first in some of those as well. He could teach her so much, and best of all he'd probably get to have sex with her in the shower at the end of it.

What had happened to his resolve that he didn't have the patience to teach a girl how to fuck?

Forget it – she might actually be worth teaching.

He just hoped she didn't stick to that declaration that he could never touch her again.

With a final sigh he went to the bathroom where he stripped his clothes, much to the relief of certain parts of his anatomy, and relieved himself of his little problem whilst in the shower. The fact that he was once again wanking to fantasies of Isabelle didn't disturb him nearly as much this time as it probably should have done, and at least now he had some reality to base them on.

All that he needed now was a repeat performance.

Isabelle had dumped Terry. Draco heard the news on the Hogwarts grapevine, or more accurately from Pansy and her little gang of Slytherin girls who seemed to make it their business to know everything about everyone. It had taken her four days from when they'd fucked and Draco had been killing himself with anxiety over the whole thing.

He'd meant what he'd said about not sleeping with someone else's girlfriend. If she hadn't done it she'd have been off limits, or at least a source of extreme guilt if it had happened again. Draco didn't know if he had enough honour to stick to his little rule when the girl paraded daily under his nose in her stupid, slightly oversized uniform, glaring at him darkly and resolutely refusing to speak to him.

He was responding with smug little grins and mischievous smirks, which so far were getting him nowhere. It was driving him mad and three days after she'd dumped Terry he'd dragged Sadie back to his room and let out some of his sexual frustration on her – a week was too long to go without sex and he'd carefully made sure his silencing charm was down when he'd done it.

The next day Isabelle had been angry. More angry actually than he'd ever seen her. When he'd caught her on her way out to lunch he'd grabbed her wrist and pushed her against the wall, trapping her with his body.

"What's the matter Isabelle?" he hissed because he couldn't resist the opportunity to rile her up, "Missing your little boyfriend?"

"Don't you dare," she spat angrily, "It's your fucking fault I had to break up with him."

"Oh don't be so dramatic," he drawled, pushing her wrist a little further up the wall so it was level with her head, "You weren't happy with him anyway. He was leaving you unsatisfied."

"Relationships aren't all about sex Malfoy, whatever you might think!" Oh yes, they were back to his surname again now, but that was ok. She'd change her mind next time he had her naked.

"Maybe not." He smirked at her. "But it is important and frankly sweetheart you deserved better."

"Oh like you you mean?" she snapped.

"I don't do relationships Isabelle, but I do do sex." He leered at her slightly, bringing his lips so close to hers he could feel the warmth of her breath ghosting over them. "And I happen to be very good at it, as you know."

"Fuck off Malfoy!" With her free hand she shoved at his chest and though she didn't have the strength to push him away he did respond by dropping her wrist and stepping backwards, allowing her to storm off. He let her get to the door before he said,

"I'll be fucking you again soon, just so you know."

She didn't respond, but he did see the look in her eyes as she yanked open the door and stormed out. He'd wound her up and he knew it wouldn't be long until he got his own way again.

The next day Draco made his way back early from Quidditch practise in a fairly bad mood. The team were definitely not up to scratch, mostly because they were all brand new to the team except for him and he was having a hard time being patient enough to whip them into shape. He'd sent them away in frustration today, though he knew he should probably have worked them harder instead of just giving up. The only good thing was that he wouldn't be up against Potter when they played Gryffindor next week, though the Weaslette would probably give him a run for his money.

He ground his teeth in frustration and flung open the door to his living room, stopping in surprise at the sight that met his eyes.

Isabelle was sprawled on the couch, looking at him in horror, one hand very obviously lingering up her skirt and between her legs. Draco smirked and stepped inside, pushing the door closed behind him and deciding that his day was suddenly going to get an awful lot better.

"I thought you were at Quidditch practise," Isabelle managed to blurt out, her cheeks colouring in that rather delightful way.

"I was," he drawled, "And now I'm back." He folded his arms and raked his eyes over her body, lingering on the hand, which was still under her skirt before flicking to the knickers, which she had discarded on the floor. He felt that familiar twitch between his legs and smirked harder. "You know, you might want to move your hand."

Isabelle made a choked noise of horror as she realised exactly what she was still doing and immediately withdrew her hand. Draco could see the moisture glistening on the ends of her fingers, causing another twitch of his cock and his heart rate to ramp up just a little.

"Need some help with that?" he drawled, as Isabelle's eyes flicked frantically from her wet fingers to the number of potential places to wipe them. Seeing that her clothes or the couch were her only options and that both were pretty much out of the question, she just looked confused.

"Looks like you'll have to lick them sweetheart."

She blushed harder, looked shocked for a moment, but then glared at him defiantly and raised her fingers to her mouth, licking them tentatively as she stared at him.

Fuck! He hadn't actually expected her to actually do it!

He gave a frustrated growl as she licked again, her expression changing to one of lust as she warmed to her task. It was more than he could take. He stalked across the room towards her, divesting himself of his Quidditch robes as he did and grabbed at her hand, bringing her fingers to his own mouth and sucking her juices from them quickly. She tasted amazing. He mentally added licking her down there to his list of things he definitely needed to do to her.

Not right now though. Her actions had given him a raging hard on which definitely need to be dealt with sooner rather than later.

He removed her fingers and crashed his lips into hers, groaning into her mouth as he indulged in passionate, desperate kisses before he trailed his lips down her neck, sucking and nipping at her flesh. He practically tore at her jumper, ripping it over her head in the few seconds he allowed his lips to break contact with her skin and then pulled her upright into his lap, latching back onto her neck and sucking hard at the skin, not caring if he left marks.

She responded with moans of her own, pushing her hips towards his so she could grind against his hardness, even through the material of his trousers. Her hands found the hem of his jumper and she tugged it off, her fingers immediately running over his bare torso, slipping around his back so she could ghost her fingernails over his spine, sending trickles of pleasure through his body, straight to his hips where they made his cock throb painfully.

Fuck he needed her right now.

He'd waited over a week. He wasn't prepared to wait any longer.

He pushed her away so she was lying on her back again, stripped himself naked, removed her bra and skirt and then pulled her back into his lap with swift, confident movements. The moment she was back on top of him he wound his left arm around her back, realising that he'd let her remove his top and that meant the stupid mark was on show. He didn't really want her to see it.

Whether she had or not though she didn't really seem to care because already she'd pushed herself towards him, moulding their bare skin together more completely than they had done last time and trapping his length between their bodies. She ground her hips into his with little whimpers of pleasure that let Draco know she was using him to get herself off. He'd happily have let her, but his cock was throbbing with a need that couldn't be denied and he lifted her up by the hips, letting her grab his erection and position him in her entrance before he pushed her down in one quick, forceful movement.

"Fuck!" Her walls contracted around him and he gasped for breath as the sensation clouded his brain, making him temporarily forget exactly how to breathe in properly.

"Mmm Draco." Isabelle's eyes were closed and she had tilted her head towards him, her lips parted slightly. He wrestled for a moment, unsure whether he wanted to start moving right away and satisfy his need, or whether he wanted to indulge in those ridiculously good kisses some more, before he slammed his lips into hers and plundered her mouth with his tongue.

She responded with a groan of longing, tangling her fingers in his hair and scrapping her nails across his scalp in a strangely pleasurable way. He could feel her bucking her hips against his and knew her clit was rubbing against his pelvic bone. He shoved his hand between their bodies, pressing a finger against the swollen nub and moaning against her lips as she ground harder in response to this new stimulation.

"You're so fucking hot Isabelle," he groaned, breaking the kiss as he grabbed at her hips and started moving her up and down on his cock, relishing how incredibly tight she was around his swollen length. Her head dropped so her lips were against his ear and he heard her panting as he moved her against him. After a while she gave a frustrated growl and pushed away, sliding him nearly all the way out as she rearranged her legs until she had managed to get him to slide forwards along the seat and she was sitting with her feet right next to his hips, knees bent up around her chest as she balanced on his cock. He felt her grab at the back of the couch behind him and use it to start moving herself up and down, pushing his cock deep inside her, harder and faster than before.

Her gasps and moans as she fucked herself on his length nearly sent Draco over the edge and he forced himself to gather his willpower, biting down on his lip as he watched her fling her head back. Merlin he'd been right when he'd thought this girl liked it hot and dirty. She was fucking him almost wantonly and for a second Draco vaguely wondered if she even knew who she was fucking anymore or if she was just so lost in the moment he could be anyone.

"Oh fuck Draco, you feel so fucking good." She snapped her head forwards suddenly, looking at him with eyes dark with lust, leaning forwards to capture his lips in a messy kiss, curving her spine as he grabbed at her hips and helped her keep the rhythm. Her lips left his, trailing along his jaw to his ear, pouring out a stream of obscenities and perfect, sexy little moans as she neared her climax.

"You're going to make me come Draco... oh fuck, yes…" Her words tumbled into a loud cry of ecstasy as her orgasm overtook her body. Her hips jerked erratically, forcing Draco to pull her down and grind their hips together firmly, just to keep himself inside her as she twitched and writhed on top of him, fingernails digging into his shoulders so hard he thought she must surely be drawing blood.

Not that he cared. This was incredible. So incredible.

He let her take all the pleasure she could and then slammed their hips together a few more times, provoking whimpers from her and loud groans from him as he felt the heat pulse and expand in his abdomen, until the bubble suddenly burst and he released into her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her sweat slicked body against his, muffling his cries in her shoulder as his orgasm thundered through his body.

He waited till the waves had died away a little before he released her and flopped back against the cushions, completely spent and not even caring when she flopped down against his chest and closed her eyes.

Automatically his hand went to her hair and he stroked at it vaguely. This was not normal Draco behaviour anymore than kissing after sex was, but right now he didn't really care.

They lay there together panting for a minute, until Draco felt himself softening and slipping out of Isabelle's body, in spite of their physical closeness. The sensation seemed to bring Isabelle back to reality for he heard her gasp suddenly and shove herself backwards and sideways, tumbling down onto the couch next to him in a mess of sticky fluids.

"Shit!" she gasped, looking up at him, eyes wide with horror, "That was not supposed to happen."

Draco smirked at her. "You wanted it sweetheart."

Apparently she had no immediate response to that, probably because they both knew that to deny it would have been an outright lie. She looked up at him silently for a few seconds and then smirked back.

"You wanted it to," she said stubbornly, as if this was some sort of justification for her behaviour.

Draco shrugged at that. "I'm not denying that sweetheart," he drawled, inspecting his fingernails mostly so he didn't have to look at her sex-flushed cheeks, which he inexplicably found devastatingly attractive.

"I told you not to touch me again," she said, narrowing her eyes at him and letting a hint of anger creep into her voice. Apparently this was how she dealt with her embarrassment.

"That as a week ago," Draco pointed out, "And you didn't exactly tell me to stop this time did you?" He moved suddenly, flipping himself round so he was hanging over her as she lay on her back and stared up at him. "In fact," he hissed, "I think you were doing quite the opposite. Admit it sweetheart, you like it when I fuck you."

"I will admit no such thing Malfoy!" With difficulty she managed to fold her arms across her chest and glare up at him. He very nearly laughed at that. He didn't know why the hell she was choosing to deny something which was very obviously true, but then she wasn't like most of the women he'd fucked so he was prepared to put it down to just another one of her prudish eccentricities and deal with it by ignoring it.

"Whatever sweetheart," he drawled, grinning down at her, "I know you aren't such a prude as you make out and I know that deep down you want someone to fuck you till you scream."

"You don't know what I want Malfoy!" she spat, clearly torn between total embarrassment and furious rage at his words. "And stop calling me sweetheart!" She pushed ineffectually at his chest, but he backed away all the same, sitting up so she could roll off the couch, where she landed in a messy heap on the floor and immediately scrambled up, not even bothering to retrieve her clothes before she legged it into her bedroom and slammed the door.

Draco grinned after her, used his wand to clean the couch and then went to take a shower.

He'd managed to win the match against Gryffindor by catching the snitch and the look on the Weaslette's face had nearly been enough to make up for the fact that Isabelle had resolutely ignored him for a week. She wasn't even responding when he teased her anymore, she'd just stare at him with a haughty expression and press her lips together in a thin line before walking away.

Frankly it was no bloody fun when she did that.

Despite the fact that he'd slept with at least three different girls this week, one of them twice, he was still waking up each morning with a raging hard on that throbbed so much it actually hurt. He was sexually frustrated and he knew that Isabelle was the only cure for that.

Merlin, if he didn't get to fuck her again soon he was going to go insane.

His only consolation was that she was clearly experiencing just as much frustration as he was. Possibly more. She'd put the silencing charms back on her bedroom, but there wasn't one on the bathroom and he'd heard her satisfying herself in the shower more than once that week, only from the amount of times she seemed to be doing it, it didn't appear to be very satisfying.

Only the fact that she was locking the bathroom door each time had prevented him from prematurely playing out his little shower sex fantasy for real.

He groaned into his hands on Friday morning as she started doing it yet again, and realised that he needed to take back control. He was Draco Malfoy for fucks sake. Girls were supposed to be falling at his feet, not making him chase after them like some sort of sex starved teenager.

He went to take his own shower as soon as she had come out, lingered in the bathroom with a towel around his waist until he heard her bedroom door open and then stepped out into their shared living area.

There was a gasp of surprise from over near the kitchen. Isabelle had stopped in her tracks and was staring at him, face flushed and eyes wide. Draco smirked at her and raked his eyes very obviously over her body, trying to work out for the millionth time exactly why she dressed like that. She gave a quiet whimper, slapped her hand over her mouth and fled back to her bedroom.

Draco's expression changed to a smug smile as he made his way back to his own bedroom to get dressed, still trying to fathom Isabelle out. He'd thought about this a few times since their last encounter and he'd come to the conclusion that she was uncomfortable with sex, right up until she was actually having it. It was apparent that she didn't think she was supposed to be sexy and that she thought there was something wrong with her sexual desires, which Draco was convinced were slightly more deviant than she was letting on. The clothes, he had decided, were to make her look as unsexy as possible in some weird attempt to stop boys like him preying on her.

It was bizarre, he decided, but then she had obviously been brought up to be a good little Ravenclaw prude. Except that she wasn't. Not if the filthy mouth she developed every time he got her naked was anything to go by. Not to mention the way she had fucked him on the couch last week. That had definitely not been prudish.

He just needed her to realise that there was nothing wrong with that.

He waited for her that evening after dinner, hanging around in their living area until she came through the door, glaring at him as usual for being there and hurrying towards her bedroom door in an attempt to avoid him. He let her get most of the way there and then flung himself into the doorway, stopping her in her tracks.

"How long are you going to keep this up Isabelle?" he drawled, folding his arms and leaning against one side of the doorframe.

"Fuck off Malfoy," she snapped, "And get out of my way."

"No."

She made a noise of frustration and turned to go, but he was prepared for that and grabbed at her wrists, twisting them and slamming her back against the wall so he could pin her in place with his body.

"I told you not to touch me," she spat.

"And I told you that I'd teach you how to fuck," he shot back, "I know you want me to."

"I've told you I want no such thing Malfoy." Her cheeks were flushing red again, and he did his best to ignore them, instead pressing his twitching cock against her stomach. That was a desire he could deal with.

"Can you feel that Isabelle?" he hissed, eyes flashing as he bent his head to her ear and ground his hips against her, "Tell me you don't want that inside you."

All that got him was a quiet whimper and he felt Isabelle's legs give way slightly so that he was practically holding her up.

"I want to fuck you so hard Isabelle. I want to fuck you till you can't think straight." He let one of his hands wander down her body and creep under her skirt, rubbing her through the thin material of her knickers. "Let me fuck you. Let me give you what you need."

With a final twitch of his fingers he removed his hand, and his body, smirking in satisfaction as Isabelle gave a whimper of protest and actually slid down the wall as her legs gave way entirely. He didn't wait to see anymore. He went to his bedroom and swiftly dealt with the little problem that encounter had left him with, coming at the memory of Isabelle's expression as they had fucked on the couch.