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This chapter is basically just filthy porn with a quite sweet ending :) Enjoy!

Chapter 11: Hate

At some point he must have fallen asleep in his own bed, because when he woke up it was to the sound of his door opening and Isabelle padding into his room, still naked, but apparently freshly showered. He closed his eyes and wondered vaguely what time it was. To his surprise Isabelle actually climbed into bed next to him and he opened his eyes sleepily to find her looking at him thoughtfully.

"Draco," she whined after a while, "My nipples hurt. What the hell did you do to me?"

That was so bizarre and unexpected and, quite frankly, ridiculous, that Draco laughed.

"Only what you asked me to do sweetheart," he told her, still grinning in amusement, "You enjoyed it."

"Fine," she conceded, still eyeing him thoughtfully, "Just promise me you won't touch them this time."

"This time?" he asked in confusion, his mind still slightly foggy from sleep.

"This time when you fuck me," she said, the whiny note creeping back into her voice, "I'm horny Draco. Make me come." She pouted at him before grabbing his hand and pushing it between her legs. Draco's eyebrows shot up. He forgot that he was tired and sleepy.

"Kiss. Gently," she demanded, pointing to her chest as he started rubbing his fingers over her folds, revelling in the fact that she was so wet already. He obeyed, wondering what the heck had got into her this morning to make her act like this, but not particularly caring.

Within seconds he had slipped his fingers inside her and started moving them in and out, kissing across her chest and breasts as she rocked her hips into his hand.

The rhythm increased as Draco curled his fingers, twisting and pressing as he angled his fingers just so, repeatedly hitting that deliciously sensitive area inside her that pushed her closer every time.

"You're too good at this Draco," she purred into his hair as he continued, trailing feather light kisses over her breasts. She clutched his head suddenly, trying to guide him towards her right nipple, the one he hadn't bitten yesterday. He pulled back a little and looked properly at her nipples, wondering if she'd temporarily forgotten that they were painful now she was overwhelmed with pleasure. Both peaks were reddened and looked over-sensitive and he wasn't entirely sure she'd thank him for touching either of them.

Apparently Isabelle had other ideas though because she grabbed his head again, clutched painfully at his hair and shoved his head back towards her nipple.

"Suck," she hissed, and with no other choice, short of telling her to fuck off, he did actually take it into his mouth and suck gently, concentrating on thrusting harder with his fingers to try and take her attention down there instead.

"Harder!" She was pushing on his head again and he smirked against her breast.

"You're so bloody contrary," he muttered, before he gave in and did suck harder, teasing just a little with his teeth and enjoying her little hisses that suggested he was pushing the line between pain and pleasure. He stopped pretty quickly, knowing she wouldn't be pleased with him for this afterwards and instead sat up, pushing her legs apart and pressing his thumb against her clit to push her to her orgasm just that little bit faster.

Apparently he was successful with the distraction because she groaned and threw her head back, clutching at the sheets and tensing the muscles in her thighs as he twisted his fingers inside her.

"Come for me sweetheart," he whispered, giving another practised twist and finally pushing her over the edge. She came yelling his name, her hand sliding to her clit and rubbing it hard as she forced her climax to last just that little bit longer. Draco watched her in satisfaction, withdrawing his fingers in the end and letting his hand drift to his own cock without really thinking about it. He stroked lazily at it a few times, watching her pleasuring herself until with a final whimper she stopped and pulled away.

When he looked up to her face he found her eyes fixed on his own movements.

"Is it wrong that I want to watch you carry on with that?" she whispered huskily, her cheeks flushing pink with embarrassment at her own daring. The whole thing was so adorably hot that Draco increased his rhythm, rather liking the idea right now of coming all over her impossibly soft skin.

The urge to kiss her though was too tempting, especially with her biting on her lower lip as she watched him, clearly finding the whole thing incredibly erotic. He forced himself to stop and instead grabbed at her shoulders, pulling her upright and curving his arms around her back as he captured her lips in a passionate kiss. Only when he groaned deeply and pulled her body flush against his was he forced to stop by Isabelle's sudden moan of pain.

"My nipples really do hurt you know," she whined when he released her body and pulled back a little to look at her questioningly.

"Don't you dare blame me for that sweetheart," he drawled, smirking as he placed a few more kisses on those deliciously swollen lips.

"It's not very normal is it?" she asked, though since Draco had no idea what she was referring to – surely not the idea of having sore nipples? – that all he could do was look at her in confusion. "I mean having an orgasm because the random guy who sleeps in the bedroom next door did… that…" She gestured towards her chest, blushing even harder than before.

"I'm not just some random guy sweetheart. I'm Draco Malfoy and I'm good at this." His eyes flicked down to her breasts and then back to her flushed cheeks, grinning in amusement, "But no, it's not that normal."

If anything she blushed harder at that and he adjusted their angle so they were sitting up better and he could stroke at her jaw with one thumb.

"Hey, don't be embarrassed sweetheart," he smirked, "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen."

"Really?" She seemed amused by that idea.

"Oh yes. You prance around the room in those sensible – umpf! – clothes…" Bloody hell, she'd wrapped her fingers around his cock and started mimicking his earlier movements, except hers were a little more enthusiastic. "You blush at even the thought of se-ahh… sex. And then I take your clothes of and–fuck! – you do things like – ahhh – this. Fuck Isabelle, do you really want me to come all over you?"

"Yessss." The word was hissed between her teeth and went straight to his cock, which throbbed pleasantly in her hand. His eyes widened as she ran her thumb over the head, spreading his pre-come over the sensitive tip and causing another jolt of pleasure to spread through the heat in his abdomen. "Unless…" She let go suddenly and Draco whimpered in horror at the loss of her hand. "Maybe I've got a better idea."

Before he knew what was happening she'd flipped him over, pushing him down on to his back and straddling him before she bent over, lowering her lips to his ear, but not letting any of the rest of her body touch his.

"You said you'd teach me about sex Draco. Time for the next lesson."

Her tongue flicked over his ear, and he decided he didn't really care what the hell she was talking about. He moaned blissfully. He'd always had a weakness for that gesture.

To his delight she seemed to notice for she did it again and again, eventually plunging her tongue down into his ear canal and swirling it around there causing his back to arch and his hands to twist in the bed sheets.

"Interesting," she purred into his ear as she withdrew her tongue and moved on to kissing down his neck.

Fuck! How had she managed to take control like this? He never let girls take control. All the same it felt so bloody good that he knew there was no way he was going to stop her.

Isabelle's hands were wandering now, gliding over his pale skin and setting off little tingles of pleasure everywhere they touched. Her lips traced a line of heat down his neck and across his chest, heat that spiked and increased each time she nipped with her teeth or dug her fingernails into his flesh.

When she reached his nipples she licked firmly, first at one, then the other, before she took one in her mouth and sucked hard.

"Bite!" he gasped, tangling his fingers in her hair and pressing her just a little bit closer. He felt her hesitate and then just scrap her teeth over the sensitive nub. "Fuck. Harder Isabelle!" Another hesitation. Draco flexed his fingers in her hair, letting out a groan of frustration as he tried to resist the urge to push her head down all the harder. It wouldn't achieve anything, but damn it his body felt like it was on fire.

"Won't hurt me. Do it," he whimpered, almost sobbing with relief as her teeth closed around his nipple and he felt her roll it between them, tugging gently at first and then harder as his back arched and he yelled incomprehensibly, pulling on her hair far too roughly as she brought her fingers to his other nipple and tugged on it so hard that pleasurable pain exploded inside him.

"Fuck!"

She stopped suddenly and a moment later Draco felt soft, feather light kisses trailing over his stomach as he forced himself to relax back down onto the bed, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he gasped for air. He was not supposed to do this. Draco Malfoy absolutely did not lose his mind during sex.

He untangled his fingers from her hair and instead ran them through his own, groaning quietly in horror at what this ridiculous, prudish Ravenclaw girl seemed to be able to do to him. She was about to do something else it seemed, because her lips were heading down his legs now and then back up his inner thigh, moving slowly as if she wasn't quite sure whether she wanted to reach her goal or not.

He smirked to himself. There was absolutely no way she was going to give him a blowjob. Was there?

Apparently not because the next second she sat up, frowning at him thoughtfully before climbing off him and the bed entirely, standing next to it with her hands on her hips.

"Come here," she instructed, and more out of curiosity than anything he obeyed, sliding over to the edge of the bed and dangling his legs over the side before going to stand up. She placed a restraining hand on his shoulder, forcing him to stay sitting, nudged his legs apart and knelt down between them.

Ok, maybe she was going to give him a blowjob after all.

"I've never done this before," she said conversationally, before wrapping her hand around the base of his cock and taking what he considered to be rather a ridiculous amount of his length into her mouth.

She started moving immediately, enthusiastically and far too fast.

"Fuck!" He nearly shot up off the bed as lights danced before his eyes with the intensity of it all and he scrambled desperately to get a grip on her hair to yank her away. She realised what he was doing and released him, tipping backwards onto her hands and looking up at him in horror, the flush of embarrassment rushing to her cheeks.

"Sorry," she choked out, clearly mortified.

"Sorry?" he gasped, dropping down onto his knees in front of her, "Fucking hell Isabelle." She was just too damn adorable to be allowed, he decided. He wrapped his arms around her and covered her lips with his own, kissing her until desire overrode her embarrassment and she responded tentatively.

"Don't apologise sweetheart," he murmured, through their kisses, "If ever I ask you to make me come in under ten seconds do that again. But right now, if you're planning on doing this I want to enjoy it for a bit longer."

She giggled a little at that and after kissing her a few more times just to make sure he released her and sat back on the bed, raising an expectant eyebrow at her and hoping that he'd done enough that her embarrassment wouldn't stop her entirely.

After looking at him speculatively for a moment she reached around and grabbed a pillow, arranging it so she could kneel comfortably on it and bringing her mouth back towards his cock.

She hesitated and looked up at him questioningly. He realised that actually she had no clue what to do beyond how she'd started before.

Never mind. He was quite happy to give instructions.

"Lick," he commanded, pointing at the base of cock and gesturing upwards towards the tip.

She didn't need telling twice. She pushed her tongue against his cock and licked firmly right to the top where she flicked the tip over the sensitive head.

Draco smirked in satisfaction and leaned back on his hands, letting his eyes drop closed. When nothing else happened though he cracked them open and found Isabelle looking at him expectantly.

"Again," he told her, closing his eyes again and hoping she got the hint. She obviously did because she did repeat the gesture, and this time he was pleased to notice it was a very wet lick indeed, coating his cock in a layer of saliva. Excellent. Hot and wet. That was how it was supposed to be.

She didn't stop at one lick this time, but repeated the gesture, covering his whole length with licks that alternated between light, teasing flicks with the tip of her tongue and warm, wet swipes with the whole thing. Draco moaned softly and relaxed back onto his hands. She was certainly a quick learner.

Of course she was, she was a bloody Ravenclaw. If anyone had told him six months ago that he'd be getting a blowjob from a half-blood Ravenclaw prude he'd have probably laughed in their face.

Eventually she seemed to have decided that she was done with the licking because she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and hesitated.

"Gently," he warned her, opening his eyes just a little to take in the sight of her with her lips wrapped around him. It was too hot. He felt his cock twitch in her mouth and he closed his eyes quickly as she started to suck.

He needn't have worried. She was gentle, moving her lips only slightly, mostly concentrating on swirling her tongue over his slit, until he thought he was actually going to lose his mind.

"Teeth. Gentle!" The words came out as little more than a gasp, and he fought to keep his arms from collapsing as she responded by scrapping her teeth very lightly around the end of his cock. "Fuck!"

He could practically feel her grinning around his length as he started to unravel completely in response to her ministrations. Then he realised that she really was a very quick learner because she released him, covered him in more very wet licks, before she licked her own hand as well and then wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock. Her mouth went back over the tip and this time she glided down steadily, bringing her hand up to meet her mouth and then moving them downwards together almost painfully slowly.

The gesture was repeated, hand and lips moving together, first up to the tip and then all the way back down, until Draco had no idea how he was resisting the urge to buck his hips into her mouth and force her to go faster.

"More," he gasped, unable to stand it any longer. She did increase her rhythm, but only by a little and he laced his fingers through her hair, pushing down on her downward stroke to increase it further. He felt her shift position and then suddenly he was so deep in her damn throat that he had no idea how the hell she had done it. Someone cursed and he realised it was him just a second before she started moving faster and harder and all thoughts vanished from his head in an instant as his world contracted until there was nothing in it but her hands and her lips and the glorious sensations they were sending through his body.

It was starting to feel too good he realised. Much too good. Hot and wet and so fucking incredible. There was that intensity again, but this time he didn't mind because the heat was building in his groin, spreading through his torso and down his legs and his toes were curling and it was only going to be mere seconds before he came. He was vaguely aware that he should probably warn her if this was her first time doing this, but he only got as far as "Isabelle I'm – fuck!" before his orgasm literally exploded through his body and his come hit the back of her throat as he released inside her.

He yelled out as his release made her choke and her throat contracted around him, causing another wave of pleasure before she pulled away, the remains of his orgasm hitting her neck and chest as she pushed her head forwards into his stomach for some bizarre reason of her own, causing his arms to finally give way and him to collapse backwards onto the bed, panting and groaning as he tried to collect his shattered thoughts.

"That was- fuck-" was all he could manage as she massaged his length with her hand causing his body to spasm again and again as more pleasure washed over him.

"Fuck! Stop!" he gasped, arching his back and completely unable to stand it anymore because what the fuck had she done to him and why the fuck was his orgasm lasting so long? She did stop, much to his relief, crawling over him instead and wiping the trail of come off her neck and chest with one hand, coating her fingers in the sticky, white substance.

"Lovely," he groaned as she examined it speculatively. A moment later he decided that it was actually lovely. In fact it was bloody incredible because she was sticking her finger in her mouth and actually licking away the remains of his climax and his damn cock was already twitching with interest at the blatantly wanton gesture.

Bloody fucking hell.

He closed his eyes as she started on a second finger, swirling her tongue around it in what he considered to be an excessively provocative gesture for someone who had just given what they claimed was their very first blowjob. Wasn't she supposed to be spitting that out and pulling a face? Maybe yelling at him for the fact that he hadn't given her any warning and had just come in her mouth without permission? That was what normally happened.

Who was he kidding? Isabelle wasn't exactly a normal girl.

"Stop it," he groaned, tugging on her waist to try and put a halt to her activity. She did thankfully, wiping her hand on his bedclothes instead, and the fact that he considered that to be an improvement said rather a lot about his state of mind right now. Instead she let him pull her down into a kiss, and for once he decided he wasn't going to object about the fact that he could taste himself on her lips.

"Tell me you didn't enjoy that," he hissed after he had kissed her thoroughly, because if she expressed some sort of disgust about the whole thing it might actually help calm his racing heart and his swirling thoughts and make him less inclined to believe that she really was some sort of sex goddess who happened to be sharing his living quarters.

In response she grabbed his hand and his eyes widened as she guided it between his thighs and he realised exactly how wet the whole thing had made her. It was literally dripping down her thighs and he groaned inwardly at this further evidence of depravity because really there was only so much he could take. He cupped her warmth in his hand and kissed her again, trying to ignore it when she pushed against his hand and rolled her hips, obviously trying to rub her clit against his palm.

"What the hell's got into you this morning?" he muttered against her lips, leaving his hand in place because the idea of her getting herself off against him like this was too damn alluring to resist. He tangled his other hand in her hair and slipped his tongue into her mouth, effectively preventing her from answering as she continued to jerk her hips against him.

The kisses were slow and measured, contrasting with the increasingly frantic movements of Isabelle's hips, until she pulled away from his lips and looked at him expectantly.

"Draco," she whined, trying to grind her hips down harder, "Make me come."

"Demanding little thing, aren't you?" he teased, smirking up at her and adjusting his fingers so that he was rubbing against her clit a little bit more forcefully. His cock twitched again as her eyes dropped closed and she gave a pleased little whimper in response to the increased friction.

"But Draco, you're just so good at it," she murmured, opening her eyes and smirking down at him. His cock gave another twitch and he gave a little groan of his own.

"You are going to give me a serious problem Isabelle," he informed her, curling his fingers and eliciting a hiss of pleasure.

"I'll sort it out afterwards," she mumbled, dipping her head down to nip at his neck. Another twitch. Damn it he was getting hard again already and he was well aware that it wasn't exactly easy to come a second time so soon afterwards, although he did have a vague feeling that with Isabelle this wouldn't be a problem.

"You know, I'm not just here for your pleasure," he drawled, pushing her head away from his neck and forcing her to look at him as he positioned his fingers so each jerk of her hips rubbed her clit more firmly against them.

"Don't be selfish Draco," she whined, increasing her rhythm and starting to move more urgently as the pleasure increased, "I promise I'll fuck you afterwards." She hissed through her teeth suddenly. "Damn it Draco, that feels good."

He was definitely well on his way to being hard now and he removed his hand, pressing her hips towards his cock and encouraging her to grind there instead. He gritted his teeth as a spike of pleasure shot through him from the contact and his cock hardened further.

"Mmph." An odd little noise came from Isabelle's throat as her clit rubbed against his cock and her eyes dropped closed again as she captured his lips in a messy, heated kiss, hands clutching at his shoulders as she used his body as leverage to increase the intensity of her movements.

"Fuck Draco, so good," she gasped against his mouth, letting out another moan as he grabbed at her ass and squeezed, pressing her harder against his body. Her movements became more erratic and he kissed her harder, reaching one hand up to squeeze at her breast, keeping the other firmly pressed on her ass to keep the pressure between them.

Just the thought of what she was doing, getting herself off against his cock, using him like this, was enough to send his blood racing back to his erection, driving him to full hardness as Isabelle's moans increased in intensity.

"That's right sweetheart, come for me again," he hissed, the lust in her eyes wiping out all thoughts except how fucking amazing she was and how much he wanted her to take what she needed. "Scream my name for me Isabelle." He grabbed her ass again with both hands and worked his hips against hers until with a final jerk her muscles tensed under him and she came, yelling out his name and digging her fingernails into his shoulders so hard her could practically feel the skin break under them, but that really didn't matter right now because she was still jerking her hips against him, panting hard.

Then she was sitting up, still rubbing their hips together, except suddenly she wasn't because she was pulling away and her hand was on his cock and before he'd realised her intentions she shoved it inside of her and she was still bloody coming judging by the way her muscles were spasming around him and the choked cry she gave as his cock slipped between her folds until he was buried to the hilt in gloriously tight warmth.

She started moving straight away, not even waiting for her own climax to be spent, resting her hands on his chest to provide the leverage she needed to bounce wantonly on top of him.

He hissed through his teeth, bringing his hands to her hips to help her maintain her slightly sloppy rhythm, smirking up at her rather dazed expression and feeling rather like that himself because actually how the hell had they got to this point?

"Fuck Draco." Judging by exactly how hard her muscles were clenching around him Isabelle was not far off yet another orgasm. He jerked his hips up to meet hers with every thrust, trying to increase the pleasure just a little bit more and half flinching at the sloppy sound of the contact of their fluid slicked skin.

"Draco please. Fuck Draco. Draco, I can't… yes, fuck, oh fuck. I need… please Draco." Her hands were scrabbling at his chest, nails catching on his skin as she practically sobbed with frustration and he though he knew what the damn problem was. Not enough friction. How the hell was that even possible?

He pulled her off him, ignoring her outraged cry and swiped his hand over his cock, and then across her slit, covering his hand in her juices, which he wiped on the bedcovers, not even caring that usually he would have found that fucking disgusting.

He knelt between her legs and pushed them apart, bending them at the knee and taking a moment to admire her body before he lined himself up, preparing to re-enter her. He hesitated for a moment, ignoring her whine of protest at the delay and hooked one of her legs over his elbow, pushing it up and off the bed.

"The higher you get your legs the better this will be sweetheart," he drawled as he risked pushing her leg just a little further towards her chest, wondering exactly how flexible she was. He got his answer when she responded with a smirk and slipped her leg over his shoulder. He raised an eyebrow and pushed inside her, letting out a long breath as he was drawn in deep by her tight passageway

"Mm sweetheart, do you have any idea how good you feel?" he murmured, grasping her hips and starting to push rhythmically against them, feeling his own pleasure start to twist and curl inside his groin. He really didn't need to worry about a second climax being hard to come by he realised, Isabelle was so tight and she was gazing up at him with such an expression of pure lust that it was all he could do not to abandon his slow, practised strokes and just fuck her relentlessly until she begged him to stop.

"You're so beautiful," he gasped, raking his eyes over her body, pleased when she responded with a rather dazzling smile. She didn't smile at him very much. Not enough. He vowed to make her do it more often.

He didn't particularly want her to hate him anymore.

That thought was driven from his mind when she bent her other leg, bringing her knee to her chest so she could slip it under his arm and up over his shoulder, hooking her ankle there and using it to draw him towards her. Draco gasped and bit down on his lip as he found himself tipping forwards, releasing her hips and slamming his hands down onto the bed to keep himself from overbalancing completely as she drew her knees right up to her chest.

"Fuck Isabelle," he groaned as his cock was squeezed tighter. He pushed forwards, able to get in deeper on this angle, immediately starting to move, thrusting his hips hard against hers

"Arms up," he instructed as the force of his thrusts made her move across the bed, preventing him from fucking her quite as hard as he wanted. She did as he ordered, pushing her hands into the headboard and eyeing him defiantly, her expression clearly telling him that he'd better get on with this right away.

He took the cue, smirking down at her and then starting to fuck her with quick, brutal thrusts, which had them both moaning in delight after only a few seconds of movement. Their moans increased in volume as he fucked her harder. Their skin was covered in sweat, the evidence of their earlier orgasms painted down their thighs and the whole thing was fast and furious and so fucking tight that Draco could feel his own climax approaching far too fast. He adjusted his angle and grabbed the headboard for leverage, pushing harder.

"Oh fuck. Right there Draco. More." She was pushing with her hands too, shoving her hips down to meet his thrusts with every stroke.

"Fuck Isabelle." He leant down, pushing her knees further into her chest as he pounded into her too fucking hard. He knew it was too hard. Knew he shouldn't be doing it, but her eyes were closed, lips parted, cheeks flushed, skin slick with sweat, hair sticking damply to her forehead as she moaned and whimpered his name, looking more sexy than anything Draco had ever seen in his life before.

Sex incarnate.

He couldn't resist.

A strangled cry let him know that she was coming hard underneath him and he let go, releasing inside her, slamming his hips into hers again and again as he rode out their orgasms.

Afterwards he tugged at her legs gently, bringing them down from her chest as she panted heavily, eyes dropping closed again.

"Fucking hell Draco," she muttered as he dropped down besides her.

"Yeah," he breathed, his head slowly coming back from whatever lust consumed place it had gone to.

There was a second's pause and then she rolled against him, tucking her head into his shoulder. He let her, wrapping his arm around her and thinking about that smile.

"Why do you keep doing this if you hate me?" he asked her after a while.

"I don't hate you." He could practically hear the frown in her voice, but it cleared up when she sniggered instead. "You drive me fucking insane sometimes Draco, but I don't hate you."

"Ok." He nodded, not really sure why that was so important but with the very definite feeling that if she had said she hated him he would have had to have put a stop to whatever the hell was going on between them. With that out the way though he changed tack.

"I'm tired," he whined, "You woke me up with your incessant demands for orgasms."

"Go back to sleep then," she suggested, giggling a little. She was probably doing that smile again he thought and rolled over to find that he was right. He smirked back, because he couldn't bring himself to mimic such an open gesture, though he did close his eyes and throw a lazy arm around her waist, snuggling into the pillow.

He felt her pull the covers around them as he drifted off back to sleep.

When he woke up a couple of hours later she was gone, but that was ok. He hadn't really expected her to stay.