Author's Notes: Sorry this one is a bit shorter, but it needed to break here as it made the most sense. New chapter up soon!

Chapter 8: Kiera

He woke up in the middle of the night, pulled on his pyjama bottoms and went to use the bathroom, hoping this wasn't going to be another one of those nights where he lay awake for hours with turbulent thoughts cascading through his mind. He was fed up of thinking about things that he could do nothing about. He'd decided months ago to just let life happen around him and screw the rest of it.

On the way back from the bathroom he noticed Isabelle watching him from one of the couches. She was wrapped in a blanket, looking at him with sleepy eyes.

"What are you doing there?" he asked, unable to help himself as he approached her and took the seat next to her.

"I couldn't sleep," came the rather drowsy reply. She shifted on the couch and Draco realised a moment later that she was actually offering him some of the blanket. He took it, pulling it over his legs and giving a surprised grunt when Isabelle actually snuggled herself into his shoulder. She was just as warm and soft and naked as she had been when he'd put her to bed a few hours ago.

"What are you doing?" he asked, because he had to give some semblance of resistance to this action, even if he wasn't pushing her away.

"I'm cold." She said this as if it was a perfectly reasonable explanation for cuddling a man she was just supposed to fuck occasionally and who actually she didn't really like very much.

He sniggered. "You know you could just put some clothes on," he pointed out, "Or maybe light the fire like a normal person."

"Whatever," she grumbled, pressing herself against him in what he considered to be a very over familiar way. "You're warm. You'll do."

He wasn't sure if that made him feel better or worse about the whole thing.

"Why are you really back early Isabelle?" he asked, just for something to say to take his mind off her soft skin.

"Long story," she muttered into his chest, "I'll tell you tomorrow."

He sniggered. "You mean it's not just because you missed me?" he drawled, shifting slightly and wrapping his arm around her shoulders, "I'm devastated sweetheart."

"I'm sure you are." She was actually giggling against his chest now, wriggling a little to get comfortable under his arm. He knew she was going to be asleep in a second and he found that he really didn't care anymore. He'd vowed to just let life happen around him hadn't he? Well, this seemed to be happening right now and it was warm and soft and comfortable and it drove away any fears he had of staying awake for the rest of the night.

He wrapped his arm around her more tightly and fell asleep.

He didn't wake again until the light filtering through the kitchen doorway told him that it was daytime. Isabelle was squirming against him and when he opened his eyes they were met with the sight of dark brown ones blinking at him dazedly.

"I'm going to take a shower," she muttered, as soon as she realised he was awake. She didn't seem embarrassed, but then she didn't seem entirely pleased by their situation either.

Draco watched until the bathroom door shut behind her then retreated to his own bed, which felt cold and not at all comfortable after his night cuddled on the couch. With nothing else to do he curled himself around a pillow and went back to sleep.

This time he didn't wake till lunch.

He'd showered, dressed and eaten lunch in the Great Hall all without catching so much as a glimpse of Isabelle. He wondered vaguely where she had got to as he made his way back to his room once he'd finished eating, a question that was immediately answered on stepping through the door.

Isabelle was there and she wasn't alone.

As he stepped through the door the rather hushed and frantic conversation she had been having with the other girl came to an abrupt stop and they both turned to look at him, Isabelle seeming rather uncomfortable about the whole situation.

Draco wasn't sure why. The girl she was talking to was petite like her, obviously no older than first year, with light brown hair and light blue eyes that stared at him in absolute horror.

"Who's this?" he asked curiously, closing the door behind him and wondering why Isabelle looked so guilty about being caught talking to a young girl. If it had been a guy in here he might have had something to say, but though he didn't particularly have any time for first years himself he really didn't have a problem if Isabelle wanted to make friends with them.

"Sorry," Isabelle said hastily, putting a hand on the girl's shoulder and making as if to propel her towards the door, "This is my sister, Kiera. She's just leaving."

"No I'm not!" protested the girl with some force, digging her heels in and preventing Isabelle from moving her any further.

"Oh." Draco blinked stupidly for a moment. "I didn't know you had a sister."

For some reason this made Isabelle angry. "That's because people like you have filthy words for people like her," she snapped, causing Draco to actually take a step back in surprise and raise his hands in supplication. He had absolutely no idea what Isabelle was talking about. The young girl, now staring at him with wide eyes, looked completely inoffensive to him.

"What the hell are you on about Isabelle?" he said mildly, starting to head towards his room and shaking his head slightly at the Head Girl's inexplicably odd behaviour.

"Mudblood."

He whirled around. Isabelle was standing with her arms folded, glaring at him defiantly. Merlin, he was so over that word.

He couldn't help it. He actually laughed.

"Whatever you say sweetheart," he drawled, folding his arms and glaring back at her equally defiantly. Kiera's expression changed to one of surprise and then confusion.

"He just called you sweetheart!" Damn it. Too much of a habit and apparently Kiera had noticed. "Dad calls mum sweetheart."

Oh Merlin. He laughed again. That was too damn innocent and too damn funny.

"He doesn't mean it like that," Isabelle snapped, glaring at him even harder, "He's saying it to wind me up."

Draco shrugged at the girl, who he'd decided was reasonably amusing in spite of her blood status and turned back to his bedroom. He took one step before a sudden thought occurred to him and he whirled back around.

"Wait a minute. That doesn't make sense. You're a half blood!" he said, pointing accusingly at Isabelle.

"Well, she's my half sister," Isabelle said as if that explained everything. Draco tried to work that one out. He knew her dad was from a proper pure blood family, which meant that if Kiera was a mudblood then her mum would have to be muggle and Kiera's father would have to be a muggle too and on top of that she would have to turn out to be magical as well.

Really?

That seemed like a very strange co-incidence.

"Ok," he said, refolding his arms and looking at her defiantly, "I'm just dying to hear the explanation of how that happened."

Isabelle looked at him speculatively for a few seconds, as if trying to work out whether he was joking or not. From genuine curiosity he held her gaze steadily, forcing down the snigger that was threatening to burst out over this whole bizarre, ridiculous situation.

"Fine." It seemed Isabelle had decided to just go with it. "My dad is a pure blood who married a muggle. He didn't tell my mum he was magical until I was five years old and my magic became extremely obvious. She divorced him because, let's face it, that's a stupid lie to tell and also because she considered the whole thing rather freakish. I stayed with my dad who was very rich and whose idea of a decent upbringing was to buy me everything I asked for so long as I followed his strict moral code. In the meantime my mother remarried, this time to someone who was definitely a muggle. They had Kiera, and her brother Gareth and ironically they have both turned out to be magical anyway, which quite upset my mum for a while, but did make things easier for me. And the reason I'm here now is because I was visiting my mother over Christmas and she and my step dad have had to go to my grandma who lives in Spain because she's been taken ill. We could have gone back to my dad's but there didn't seem much point and Kiera doesn't really know him so she decided to come here and I could hardly leave her to make the journey back on her own, especially since there is hardly anyone staying here this year anyway. So there you go. I'm here and so is she."

It had all tumbled out in quite a rush, but Draco listened in silence, raising his eyebrows higher and higher at each new revelation and wondering vaguely what this 'strict moral code' of her father's was supposed to be.

"Ok," he said finally, when he realised she had come to the end of her story. She was breathing hard, her fists clenched as if she was expecting a fight, though he couldn't for the life of him imagine what there was to fight about. Her cheeks were also flushed in that way that made her look so entirely fuckable that he decided he really needed to get out of here right now.

"Interesting story," he drawled, trying to sound a bit more relaxed than he felt and taking a step back towards his bedroom door, "Nice to meet you Kiera." He turned on his heel, ignoring the shocked look that Isabelle shot him and slammed his bedroom door behind him as soon as he was through it.

He collapsed against it the second it was closed, breathing as hard as Isabelle had been and wondering how she actually managed to do that to him without even trying. After a few seconds he calmed down enough to realise he could hear her conversation with her sister.

"Do you think he meant that?" Kiera was saying, her voice very high and very young sounding to Draco, who had limited interaction with anyone under the age of fifteen.

"What?" Isabelle snapped back, apparently not quite recovered.

"About it being nice to meet me? That was an odd thing for him to say," Kiera persisted, in spite of her sister's temper.

"No, I very much doubt it. He's always saying things he doesn't mean," Isabelle said grimly, "You get used to it after a while."

"Like calling you sweetheart!" Kiera was actually giggling now and Draco cursed under his breath. Why the hell was that so amusing?

"Look, go back to the common room," Isabelle was saying when he had finished frowning and had resumed paying attention, "I'll come and see you later. Right now I need to go and have a word with the Head Boy about his behaviour and…" Her voice faded as she dropped the volume and apparently walked her sister to the door.

A moment later he heard Kiera's voice saying goodbye and the door shut behind her. He managed to count all the way to six before Isabelle slammed her hand against his bedroom door.

"Draco Malfoy you get out here right now!"

He scrambled to his feet, smirking as he pulled open the door. "Why?" he drawled, rather delighted to see she was still flushed and angry looking, "So you can have a word with me about my behaviour?"

"Yes!" she spat, "You can't just…"

Draco cut her off, grabbing her hips and slamming her into the nearest wall, assaulting her mouth with heated, forceful kisses to make her shut the hell up. It worked, at least for about ten seconds before she yanked her head away.

"What are you doing Malfoy?" she snapped, "You can't just act like that and expect me to fuck you afterwards!"

"Act like what?" he drawled, ignoring her use of his last name for now, "I didn't do anything. If you recall you're the one who called your sister a mudblood, not me."

"Fuck off Malfoy!"

"Damn it, you're hot when you're angry," he growled into her neck, latching his teeth onto the skin there. The marks he'd left had faded during her two weeks away. He figured it was probably time to leave some more.

Ignoring her struggles he picked her up and carried her to the bed, throwing her unceremoniously onto the covers and immediately crawling over her to pin her down and resume his attack on her neck.

"I am not fucking you Malfoy!" she snapped, trying to push him away as he sank his teeth into her skin a little harder than he'd intended. He was rewarded with a lustful moan and her spine arching up as she curved her body into his.

"Damn it Draco!"

He smirked. Back to his first name already.

Without warning she slammed her lips into his, tearing at his clothes like a woman possessed, moaning loudly as he clawed at her own clothes, biting hard at her skin as it was revealed and then pushing his cock deep inside her as soon as they were naked.

"Make me come Draco," she demanded, latching onto his lips again as he began to move against her. He let her suck and bite at his lips, matching her with little nips of his own, until he knew they were going to draw blood if they weren't careful and he pulled away, increasing his rhythm as he hung over her, resting his weight on his hands.

Her lips were swollen and reddened, cheeks still flushed, skin already covered in a glistening sheen of sweat. Merlin, he loved having sex with her when she was angry. He hadn't been lying when he'd said she looked hot.

He pushed inside her harder, grunting with the effort of holding back as their skin slapped together and the heat built, tingling through his skin as he raced towards his climax. There was nothing elegant about this. It was brutal, hard, fast and so fucking good that Draco climaxed the second Isabelle's muscles clamped down on him, coming right along with her as they yelled in pleasure and ground against each other, both determined to take all they could from the other.

He flopped down onto the bed afterwards, cock still twitching even as it softened and came out, spilling hot fluid all over his bedclothes.

Ugh. He pulled a face at that. It was his least favourite part of sex.

"Ok," he said after a while, when he trusted his voice to remain steady. He smirked over at Isabelle's glazed expression. "Now do you want to tell me why you're mad at me again?"

"I have no fucking idea, you bastard," came the snappy response, followed by soft lips covering his in another of those dizzying kisses that she seemed so fond of giving him after sex.

He smirked rather smugly into the kiss, because after all he'd got his own way.