Author's Notes: I'm not 100% sure about this chapter, but I decided to go with it anyway. I like the next chapter much better!

Chapter 9: Malfoy

"So, tell me about this strict moral code of your father's," he said quietly two weeks later as they lay in bed after yet another frantic sex session, resulting in another mind blowing orgasm.

Things had gone back to normal since her sister's visit, with them resuming their trysts every few days and inevitably following them up by bickering afterwards. He liked arguing with Isabelle. They did it a lot. About how he left his clothes lying on the floor all the time, about how she filled more than half their shared bookshelf with daft Muggle literature, and even about whether apples should be kept in the fridge or the fruit bowl.

Draco maintained they were better from the fridge. Isabelle disagreed.

Arguing was their thing. Nothing malicious, just stupid, pointless arguments that sometimes resulted in the slamming of doors and sometimes turned into earth-shatteringly good sex, usually up against the nearest wall. This time though Draco was prepared to forgo their usual post coital squabble in favour of getting an answer to something that had been bugging him for a while.

His question caused Isabelle to tense besides him, and she rolled onto her back, looking up at the canopy above his bed and refusing to meet his eyes.

"Oh you know," she said lightly, "Work hard, do your best, be nice to people, treat everyone equally, do unto others. That sort of thing."

There was clearly more to it than that and Draco squinted at her, trying to work out what she was not telling him. Eventually he gave up.

"You know, I might not have been brought up on quite the same principles," he pointed out, "But even I know that most parents teach their children those things. I'd hardly say it was a strict moral code."

"There might have been a bit more to it than that," she muttered, folding her arms protectively across her chest and crinkling her brow as she glared up at the canopy.

"Like what?" he pressed, unwilling to let the subject go now he was close to an answer.

"Like not dressing like a slut," she burst out suddenly, "The definition of which is quite wide in my father's eyes. And not talking to boys at all if I could help it." She had clenched her fists now, eyes flashing angrily, "And definitely no boyfriends. And as for sex before marriage…"

Draco let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. There was an explanation for the clothes anyway and for some of the weird, prudish behaviour. It was almost a relief to know that it stemmed from guilt about disappointing her father, rather than some ingrained belief of her own.

"You want to hear the best part?" She had flipped herself over now and was glaring at him as if this part might actually be his fault. "My mother broke his heart, so now he expects me to marry a nice, sensible, pure-blood wizard because he thinks that's the only way to make sure I don't get my heart broken too. And this is from a man who actually likes muggles!"

Draco hissed through his teeth and searched around for a suitable reply to that one. Moral chats and sympathy were really not his forte.

"I'm sure if you fell in love with someone else he'd actually be fine with it," he tried. The attempt earned him a snort of derisive laughter.

"Oh Merlin," she sniggered, "I can't believe Draco Malfoy of all people has just come out with those words."

He blinked stupidly at her as she flung herself off the bed and snatched up her clothes furiously, wondering what he'd said wrong. He didn't have to wait long for an answer.

"Why don't you try telling your father you want to marry a muggle?" she spat, "Then come back and tell me how that goes."

She stalked out the room leaving Draco to sigh and run his hand through his hair. She certainly had a point, he realised.

Moral chats and sympathy were most definitely not his forte.

After four days of her barely talking to him, Draco was beginning to wish he hadn't asked. His only consolation was that this time instead of sinking into sexual frustration the whole thing was actually making him angry. Whether he was angry at her or angry at her father, or even both, he really didn't have the patience to work out.

He caught her in the kitchen after dinner and pushed her up against the cabinets, blocking her escape with his body, though not actually touching her.

"Decided to follow your father's strict moral code after all have you sweetheart?" he drawled, raking his eyes over her clothes, which seemed even more sensible than usual.

"Fuck off Malfoy," she snapped, making a rather pathetic attempt to push his arm out the way. He sniggered and gripped the counter behind her harder.

"Think of it this way – at least I'm a pure-blood."

That earned him a slap. At least it would have done, but he'd been expecting it and he had quicker reflexes than he'd had in third year when Granger had pulled the same trick. He jumped backwards away from her hand, which unfortunately gave her chance to escape.

"I'm not done with you sweetheart," he hissed, grabbing her wrist as she slipped past him and pulling her back towards him, this time trapping her against the kitchen table. "And I thought I told you not to hit me again."

"That was months ago Malfoy," she hissed back, throwing his own words from before Christmas back in his face. He smirked, but only because he'd finally got her to say something more than a simple 'fuck off, even if they were back to his last name again'.

"It still stands," he drawled, "And I still want to fuck you some more."

"Why?" Draco blinked. He really hadn't been expecting that. Luckily he rallied well.

"Because I know you want me to, because I'm the best fuck you've ever had," he murmured, and actually pushed his body up against hers, slipping his thigh between her legs to hold her in place as he brought her hands to his hips. "So here's what I'm going to do…" He slipped his hands from hers and pushed them up her skirt, hooking his fingers through her knickers and starting to draw them down. She glared at him, but didn't attempt to stop him. "I'm going to bend you over this table and take a good look at that pretty little ass of yours and then I'm going to fuck you until you beg me to make you come." He had dropped her knickers now, letting them fall to her ankles, and he ran his hands back up her thighs, past her skirt and up over her breasts, letting them come to rest on her jaw. "Got that sweetheart?"

There was still that glare. Her mouth was still set in a firm line as she pressed her lips together. But there was a barely perceptible flicker in her darkening eyes and Draco knew he'd won this one.

He moved suddenly, flipping her round and bending her over, pushing down her shoulders until her head was resting on the table. He knelt down behind her and lifted her skirt, squeezing her rounded ass cheeks in both hands before pressing his lips to them.

They were soft, and warm, and oh-so-smooth. Draco concentrated on covering them with kisses as his hands dropped down to help her step out of the knickers still caught around her ankles. As soon as it was done he moved his hands back up, grabbing at the soft flesh of her ass and squeezing and massaging it with his hands, groaning as she pushed it towards him, wriggling just a little in what he considered a very provocative way.

She certainly had a beautiful ass.

He dipped one hand between her thighs, rubbing a finger over her slit, covering it in her own juices before he pulled it round towards her asshole, parting her cheeks with his other hand till he was able to rub his finger around the tight ring, covering it in the slippy fluids. A slight whimper from Isabelle told him that his attentions were not entirely unappreciated and he repeated the gesture with a different finger, because everyone know it was disgusting to go from back to front, even during sex.

He rubbed harder this time, and the lustful moan it earned him made him want to push past that tight ring of muscle and see if that was equally acceptable, but he decided to leave that for another day, instead giving her ass a final squeeze before he stood up and started removing his own trousers.

Isabelle watched him over her shoulder, eyes narrowed, the angry expression on her face replaced by one of pure lust now. Draco smirked at her as he kicked his trousers aside and grabbed his wand. He dragged Isabelle backwards until she was clutching at the table with just her hands, still bent over rather invitingly, and then cast a spell that raised the floor under her feet the few inches needed to let their hips line up comfortably.

He spent a few seconds admiring the fact that this meant she was bent so her ass was as high as her head and then, in response to an impatient noise from Isabelle, lined himself up and pushed inside her.

He was so hard and he had to stop himself forcing his cock all the way in because he knew this was a different angle to every time they'd done this before and though Isabelle hadn't looked anxious, he knew it might hurt if he took it too fast. He drew himself out again nearly all the way, biting back a whimper as her muscles tensed around him.

This time he pushed in a little bit further before withdrawing, repeating it two or three times, until Isabelle pushed her hips back against him with an impatient moan and he lost all sense of control for a moment, slamming his hips forward into her and groaning as he buried himself deep in her warmth.

He began fucking her straight away, digging his fingers into her hips so hard he was sure he'd be leaving bruises, but not caring because she was pushing back against him, using the table as leverage and letting out breathless pants and moans as he hit that spot perfectly. It was all so fucking good that it took him a while to remember what he was supposed to be doing and he slowed down his thrusts, pushing in slower, but more forcefully, getting himself back under control and licking his lips as Isabelle's moans changed to lustful groans each time their hips slammed together.

"Feels good Draco – don't stop," she gasped, adjusting her grip on the table so she could push back against him harder. He didn't stop, at least not yet. Now fully back in control of himself he kept up the slow and steady pace until he felt that familiar tensing in her stomach and then he slowed his thrusts down, pulling his cock nearly all the way out and grinning as she tried to shove her hips back into him.

"Fuck Draco! Don't stop!" she snapped, eyes flying open as she turned to look at him over her shoulder. He smirked at her rather wickedly and resumed his pace, earning him a whimper of relief as he pushed her back towards her climax.

She was writhing against him now, panting hard, obviously determined to reach her release. This time when he felt her hanging on the edge he pulled out all the way, leaning over her and resting one hand next to hers as she practically screamed with frustration and thrust one hand towards her clitoris, rubbing frantically until he knocked her hand to one side and hissed in her ear.

"Naughty girl, who said you could do that?"

"Bastard!" She wriggled her ass back against his cock, as he stood upright again and positioned himself at her entrance.

"That's not the way to get what you want sweetheart," he drawled, rubbing the head over her entrance and trying not to let out a gasp of his own at the sensation it produced. "Tell me what you want me to do."

"I-ahh – Fuck me!" The desperation in her voice sent a spasm of longing though Draco's body and his cock twitched in anticipation. He couldn't deny himself any longer and he pushed back into her warmth, groaning as her muscles enveloped him again.

"Well sweetheart?" he hissed, "Tell me what you need."

"I need you to- ah, yes that! Fuck!" He'd given a short sharp thrust to get that reaction and he followed it with another almost straight away. "I need to come Draco. Make me come," she whimpered, falling to pieces completely and nearly letting go of the table in her haste to try and grind her hips backwards. In response he swung her round, away from the table so she was forced to drop her hands lower onto the seat of the chair that was pushed up against the wall, resulting in her ass sticking further in the air.

"So fucking hot," he groaned, abandoning his thrusting to run his hands over that perfect ass a little more, "I know what you want sweetheart. Beg me for it."

"Please Draco. Please." She'd babbled the words without hesitation and he grinned smugly to himself, relishing just how much he had her under his power. She'd hate him afterwards, but right now it was well worth it.

He grabbed her hips and plunged into her with renewed vigour, knowing that the bubble of pleasure building in his own abdomen meant that this time he wasn't going to be able to hold back.

"Yes Draco. Fuck me harder. Please, I need- harder! Fuck!" Her ridiculous pleas sent him faster towards the edge and he ground his teeth together as she gave a muffled sob, collapsing down onto her elbows as he pounded her relentlessly from behind.

"Draco. Need to come. Please. I can't-ahhh-" Somehow he managed to reach around and rub at her clit as he gave two more thrusts and felt her orgasm undo her completely, so that he practically had to take her entire weight by her hips, grinding into her and letting the fire burn through his veins as his own climax crashed over him, blurring his vision and making him cry out in ecstasy.

Somehow he managed to support her until the last of the waves had died away and then he lowered her trembling form down slowly, until his arms gave out and she collapsed onto the floor, breathing hard, her head and arms still resting on the seat of the chair. His legs went too and he dropped down behind her, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her flush to his chest as he leaned against the table leg.

"Fuck Draco," she murmured quietly as he wrapped his arms around her, kissing the back of her neck gently to soothe them both back into calmness. "What am I supposed to do when you keep fucking me like that?"

He didn't really have an answer for that, particularly as he wasn't quite sure what she meant in the first place, so he kissed her again and said, "Keep doing it?"

She sniggered, twisting so she was sideways on and she could rest her head properly against his shoulder.

"Is that your answer to everything? Fuck some more?" she asked, lazily playing with the buttons on the front of the shirt he was still wearing.

"It's worked pretty well so far," he drawled happily, rather glad that she didn't seem to be at all bothered about just how much he'd made her beg for that.

This time he got a derisive snort as she attempted to climb to her feet. The first time she collapsed back, looking rather shocked as her legs gave out, but she managed it the second time when Draco offered her his hand and she used it to push herself upright.

Once on her feet she brushed down her skirt and attempted to pull her blouse straight before glaring down at him.

"This doesn't change the fact that I'm still mad at you you know," she said.

"I know," he said, smirking and tilting his head to one side, "You're still going to let me fuck you like that again though."

With a growl of frustration she stalked out the room, leaving her knickers on the floor, much to Draco's amusement.