Author's Notes: Isabelle gets a bit of revenge in this chapter, I thought it was about time! :)

Chapter 7: Christmas

Draco examined his neck in the bathroom mirror and allowed himself a private grin. There were several new marks there now as well as the fading red of a few older one from where Isabelle had bitten and sucked at his flesh, skirting that thin line between pain and pleasure so delightfully that Draco could forgive her for marking his flawless skin. Besides he was getting used to having to almost permanently cover the marks on his neck with various charms.

He knew Isabelle's neck looked worse.

They'd been fucking at least three times a week for the past three weeks and Draco found surprisingly that he wasn't bored of it at all yet, even though they usually inevitably ended up doing it against the wall, which seemed to be Isabelle's favourite position.

Maybe it was time to introduce her to a few more though, just to keep things interesting.

He sighed and cast his usual concealing spell over his neck to hide the marks before he went to his first lesson. It was only a week until the Christmas holidays and Draco was staying in the castle, whilst Isabelle was going home. The idea of two weeks without her around to play with disturbed him more than it really should.

"Draco I have to get ready!" Isabelle was pushing him off again, much to Draco's frustration, though actually she didn't have the strength to really stop him from pinning her down on the bed.

"Isabelle," he whined, not actually caring how desperate it made him sound because damn it he was desperate. She was leaving in less than an hour and if he didn't get to fuck her one last time before she left for the holidays he thought he might go out of his mind.

He'd thought that last night too. And the night before.

Fucking hell, he was actually insane.

"You know the longer you keep resisting, the longer this is going to take," he tried, leaning down and pressing kisses over the side of her face when she resolutely turned her lips away from him.

"Draco!" She swatted at him with one hand, though he could tell her resistance was wearing thin. "You're incorrigible."

"I know sweetheart," he drawled, "Now are you going to let me fuck you or not?"

There was a pause. "Fine," she said, "If you insist."

"Oh charming," he muttered, trailing his kisses round to her lips. "Don't let me inconvenience you, will you?"

"You are one big inconvenience Draco Malfoy," she told him, wrapping her arms around his neck and twisting her face round so he could capture her lips properly in a brief kiss. "I don't know why I put up with it."

He sniggered against her neck as he began kissing down over the marks he knew were hidden behind her concealment charm, his fingers already working at the buttons of her blouse.

"It's because I'm so good in bed," he informed her snarkily, reaching the end of her blouse buttons and abandoning it in favour of pushing his hand up her skirt.

"Whatever Malfoy," she snapped, eyes darkening as she made a grab for the fastenings of his trousers. "Now shut up and fuck me already."

He did.

Half an hour later they lay breathless and slicked with sweat, still wearing most of their clothes and gazing at each other with slightly dazed expressions.

Isabelle moved first, raising her wrist so she could look at her watch and then flinching as she saw the time.

"You've made me late," she accused, "I haven't even finished packing yet."

"That's why you've got magic sweetheart," he drawled, unconcernedly, rolling onto his side so he could look at her more easily.

"You know, you really have to stop calling me sweetheart," she snapped, scrambling off the bed and starting to pull her clothes back on, using her wand to remove the various creases as she did so. Draco watched her steadily.

"Why would I want to stop?" he smirked, "It suits you so well."

"Why don't you like me calling you Malfoy?" she said, stopping what she was doing and looking at him with folded arms. He narrowed his eyes at her, all playfulness forgotten for a moment or two.

"Malfoy is my father's name," he informed her, a note of bitterness creeping into his voice, "And I am not my father."

"Oh." That seemed to floor her for a moment, but she rallied remarkably well. "Well, you don't like being called by someone else's name and neither do I. My name is Isabelle and you know it. I'm not one of your stupid little whores that you call sweetheart because you can't be bothered to remember their names."

Draco could actually have laughed at that. She looked so damn serious about the whole thing and it was too damn cute.

He stood up suddenly and drew her into his arms before he realised that this was particularly un-Draco like behaviour. He was even more surprised when she didn't resist and he decided he was only acting like this because she was going away for two weeks and the idea of two weeks without sex was doing funny things to his brain. Two whole weeks! Not even any of his little Slytherin girls were staying as a substitute, though he had to admit it had been a few weeks since he'd even thought about one of them, let alone had sex with them.

"Is that why it bothers you?" he drawled, his lips curving into an amused smile as he pulled her petite frame a little closer and brought one hand up to rest on her neck, stroking along her jaw with his thumb. "You really don't need to worry, I don't call anyone else sweetheart. Just you."

He dipped his head then and kissed her, because her eyes had widened in surprise and he really didn't want to think about why he'd just said that to her, even if it was the truth. It was bad enough that he was holding her and kissing her as it was, serious discussions about what he did, or didn't call her were definitely going a step too far.

They kissed until Draco knew he needed to pull away or risk getting carried away again and then he released her entirely, running his tongue over his lips thoughtfully as he looked down at her.

"Interesting," he mused, ignoring her questioning look again in favour of pulling on his clothes.

She had returned to her last minute packing by the time he was done and he walked over to her, catching hold of her chin and placing a chaste kiss on her lips.

"See you in two weeks sweetheart," he drawled, before turning and walking away, leaving her staring after him in confusion.

He shut himself in his room, listening to her move around on the other side of the wall and resisting the quite strong urge to run after her and beg her to stay.

The outside door to their rooms slammed shut and there was silence.

Draco dropped his head into his hands and groaned. It was going to be a very long, very silent two weeks.

By the end of the first week Draco thought he was going mad. The only Slytherin girl old enough to fuck was a sixth year called Ruby and Draco would not have touched her with a bargepole. A precious gem she was not.

No. There was no one and Draco was reduced to getting himself off, which got incredibly boring after a while, so much so that by the tenth day he'd stopped bothering and resorted to cold showers whenever things became too much.

He'd already taken two today.

It was just after dinner on the twelfth day and Draco was traipsing around the lake for what felt like the hundredth time those holidays. He was bored. So bored. He couldn't even be bothered to notice how pretty the moonlight looked on the water.

Frustrated with the world he stomped back to the castle and up to his room, slamming the door open so hard that it actually bounced off its hinges and divesting himself of his outdoor things, which he left in a messy heap on the floor. Let the House Elves sort them out, Isabelle wasn't here to complain about the mess.

He kicked off his boots and peeled off his socks, padding barefoot to the kitchen.

"Hello."

"Fuck!"

Draco nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw Isabelle sitting at the kitchen table. She couldn't have been there long because she was still wearing her coat, but what she was doing there at all Draco couldn't imagine.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he asked, taking a step into the kitchen and frowning in confusion when she stood up and he noticed that she was actually wearing a pair of very high heels for once.

"Well, I thought you might be lonely," she said lightly, smirking at him as she came towards him, "And I brought you a Christmas present."

"Oh." Draco licked his lips, desperately trying to gather his shocked senses and not think about how much he wanted to just jump on her and fuck her straight away. He was supposed to be in control!

"What is it then?" he asked, as Isabelle started undoing the buttons on her coat, pausing when she reached the last one to look at him with a wicked smirk.

"This."

"Fuck!"

She'd flung off the coat and what she was wearing underneath Draco thought should probably be illegal. She had on a tight corset, which very definitely gave her cleavage, and was complimented by the matching lacy knickers. It was almost unbearably sexy, particularly when he'd never seen her in anything that could be considered remotely sexy before. It was also, he noticed with a smirk, Slytherin green with black trimmings.

"Like it?" she asked, closing the distance between them and pushing him down into one of the kitchen chairs She stood in front of him, legs apart, looking down on him with lust filled eyes and Draco felt his cock throb painfully in his trousers.

"Oh fuck," was all he could manage as she bent down, keeping her legs straight and pushing her ass in the air as she lowered her face to his eye level. He hadn't really paid much attention to her ass since the first time they had fucked, but now he was eyeing it appreciatively and deciding that it was very definitely worth paying more attention to in the future.

"I'm going to fuck you Draco," Isabelle was saying, and he refocused his eyes on her face, swallowing hard, completely unable to think of anything to say to that, "But first you need to remove your clothes."

She stepped back from him, and folded her arms, raising her eyebrows at him when he didn't move, but merely stared back in confusion.

"Well?" she said, "I don't have all day Draco."

He realised then what she was expecting and yanked his top over his head, not even caring that he was messing up his hair. He stood up to divest himself of his trousers and boxers, almost groaning with relief as he freed his cock from the restrictive material. It was throbbing so hard it actually hurt now.

He sat back on the chair when he had finally kicked aside his boxers and looked expectantly at Isabelle. She came towards him again, stopping only when she was straddling his legs, though she didn't sit down in his lap just yet.

"You still haven't told me whether you like it or not," she drawled, placing her hands on her hips as she looked down at him. In response he reached out to place his hands on her thighs, feeling the soft skin under his fingers as if for the first time.

"Fucking hell Isabelle, you're so beautiful," he gasped, starting to run his hands upwards, over the lace of her knickers and up the silky material of the corset, stopping briefly to massage at her breasts before running his hands up and over her shoulders and down her arms. When he reached her hands he clutched at her wrists and pulled her forwards, forcing her to sit down on top of him and immediately capturing her lips in deep, passionate kisses.

"Have you missed fucking me?" she breathed, pulling away slightly from his lips so he could hear the words.

"Yes," he hissed, without hesitation, "But I have a feeling you're about to make it up to me." He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, swiping his tongue along her lower lip as their bodies melded together. Their tongues tangled, a slow, tortuous dance, accompanied by the grinding of their hips as their hands tangled in each other's hair.

"Stand up," Draco instructed when they pulled away for air. She obeyed and he ran his hands back down her body to her thighs, letting one hand come to rest on her already damp knickers. Merlin, he loved how she got so wet, so quickly. It was just one more thing that made her ideal to fuck.

He'd never been a patient man.

Slowly, almost reverently, he hooked his fingers into the lace and pulled her knickers down, Isabelle responding by moving her legs together so he could pull them all the way to her ankles and unhook them from her shoes.

With that done he nudged her legs back apart, getting her to resume her earlier position and ran one finger over her slit, up to her clit, being rewarded with a soft moan. He repeated the gesture a few more times and then gently pushed two fingers inside her, twisting them immediately as he found her sensitive spot and began to push against it.

Her moans increased in volume as he fucked her with his fingers, letting her grind her body down onto his hand with each thrust and fixing his eyes on her breasts, restricted by the tightness of the corset and rising and falling in a ridiculously sexy way as her gasps became more frantic.

He felt her muscles start to contract around him and her thighs were starting to tremble when she suddenly snapped her eyes open and pushed his hand away.

"I'm supposed to be fucking you, remember?" she hissed, sitting back down in his lap and making him groan as she ground her hips against his, covering his cock in her slippy juices.

Bloody hell. If he'd thought she was wet before she definitely was now. The juices were practically running down his hand and he raised it to his mouth, licking at his fingers until she pushed his hand aside and made him kiss her instead.

She didn't break the kiss, even when she manoeuvred herself into position, grabbing at his throbbing cock to guide him towards her slit and then slamming their hips together with a movement so forceful Draco actually yelped in pain.

She stopped for a moment, seeming unconcerned herself and eyed him thoughtfully.

"Fucking hell Isabelle, I'm so fucking hard," he complained, gasping as he willed his body to calm down just a little. "What the hell have you done to me?"

She smirked at that and began to move, the heels on her shoes giving her legs the length they needed to enable her to gain enough traction on the floor to bounce herself in his lap unaided.

Bloody hell. It was fast, and frantic and there was so much friction from Isabelle's tight muscles that Draco grunted in pain and pleasure, unsure exactly which sensation he was experiencing, but only knowing that he wanted more.

"Fuck Isabelle," he growled, "Harder." He felt her move to grip the back of the chair with both hands and she increased the speed of her thrusts, tearing a guttural moan from his throat as his vision blurred. He was vaguely aware that he needed to control himself until she came, but control was out of the question at the moment. He'd forgotten who the hell he was. Forgotten that he was supposed to be Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Sex God. All he knew was that he was being fucked by Isabelle, who was obviously some sort of Siren in disguise, judging by the way he was feeling right now.

He forced himself to open his eyes and actually look at her. Her head was thrown back, hair cascading around her shoulders, eyes closed, moaning quietly as she chewed on her bottom lip, looking every inch like a fucking Sex Princess as she bounced up and down on his cock, hard and fast, desperately seeking her own release.

This was ridiculous.

"Draco," she moaned suddenly, her movements becoming more erratic as she released the chair and instead wound her arms around his neck. He responded with a moan of his own, winding his arms around her waist and hips, slipping one hand under her ass to help steady her movements as he felt her muscles contract suddenly.

"Oh fuck!" That was more than he could take. As she started to orgasm around him, her head dropping forwards into his neck he cried out and released into her, fighting to stay conscious as his head swirled crazily and lights burst in front of his eyes. He'd never had an orgasm like it, and judging by the way Isabelle was still yelling, her hands pulling far too hard at his hair, neither had she. Every movement sent a new spasm through his body and he panted crazily, clawing desperately at Isabelle's shoulders, pulling her closer so he could kiss and touch every inch of bare skin that he could reach.

Completely ridiculous.

He didn't know how long it lasted, but when it finally faded he found all his strength had left him and he desperately wished they'd done this in bed so he could just curl up right now and go to sleep. The fact that this would have meant sleeping next to Isabelle didn't really seem like a problem right now.

"Fucking hell," he gasped, as Isabelle collapsed into his shoulder, "If this is what it does to you you can wear this again."

"Maybe on your birthday," she muttered, "If you're good." He sniggered at that. Isabelle was still panting and he realised the corset was actually making it rather hard for her to breathe at this point. He located the ribbons around the back and tugged at the bow, pulling it lose and helping her slip the corset over her head before she collapsed back against him, her bare skin warm and soft against his torso. He held her there for a moment, resting his head on top of hers until he realised something.

It was too good. Too comforting. Too unlike anything he ever did.

He made an attempt to get up, but Isabelle was absolutely no help at all. She seemed to have sprawled herself across his chest and her arms were still hooked around his shoulders, making it very difficult for him to move, especially without her cooperation.

"Come on sweetheart," he murmured, "Get up. You need to go to bed."

"Carry me," she whined, tightening her grip around his neck.

That was not in the plan.

He sniggered to himself again. So much for a Sex Princess, now she was just a whiny little Ravenclaw who appeared to have temporarily lost her mind. Girls did not ask Draco Malfoy to carry them to bed. At least not after the sex had already happened.

He wasn't sure why he did it, but eventually he gathered his strength and did pick her up, carrying her quickly to her bedroom. He sat her down on the side of the bed and took off her ridiculously high-heeled shoes before he pulled down the sheets and pushed her into the bed.

"Draco," she whined, eyes closed as he pulled the covers up around her and inexplicably found himself tucking her in, "I missed you."

"Of course you did sweetheart," he drawled, leaning down and giving her a brief kiss on the cheek, "I'm too damn good not to miss."

He left the room, closing the door quietly behind him and trying desperately to ignore the weird feeling in his stomach that had occurred when she'd said those words.

He retrieved his clothes from the kitchen before he went to his own room and climbed into bed himself, curling up around one of his spare pillows and falling asleep with the memory of just how soft Isabelle's skin had felt engraved on his mind.