Author's Notes: A shorter chapter this time :) New one coming soon!

Chapter 14: Right

Life was infinitely better when Isabelle was talking to him, even if all they did was bicker and wind each other up again. His flirting didn't rile her in the same way it had when they'd first met. Now she had learnt to deal with it, which she did, by cutting him down, or sometimes, thrillingly, responding in the same way, and though they both knew there was no chance that this would go beyond flirting that spark was back between them and Draco felt it fizz through his veins, bringing him back to life.

He hadn't even realised how dead he'd been.

Unfortunately Darren obviously noticed it too, though Draco stuck resolutely to his word, avoiding even the remotest hint of anything other than polite detachment when he was around, and preferably avoiding him completely.

It went on like that for a week before Draco walked in on the argument.

"I don't like the way he looks at you!" Darren yelled at Isabelle, just as Draco opened the door to their shared room. He didn't half a brain cell to realise that it was him under discussion.

"What do you mean, you don't like the way he looks at me?" Neither Isabelle, nor Darren had noticed him come in. "How does he look at me?"

"Like he's undressing you with his eyes." Draco had to bite back a laugh at that because it was such a stupid thing to say.

"Oh for fucks sake!" Isabelle sounded even more frustrated than she had the time her father had tried to make her move rooms. "You're accusing me of cheating on you with Draco Malfoy on the basis that he's looked at me funny?"

"You know that's not the only reason."

Draco decided that he'd heard quite enough, because even though she was yelling Isabelle sounded upset and that twisted at Draco's insides in a way that made him feel decidedly nauseous and also very angry.

"What the hell is going on?" he said quietly, stepping forwards so that he was next to Isabelle. He kept a good couple of metres between them, but he glared defiantly at Darren none the less.

"Keep your nose out Malfoy," Darren spat, turning on him angrily, "You've caused enough trouble as it is."

"I haven't done anything." He kept his voice cold and level, despite the turmoil of anger that seemed to be swirling through every inch of his body. "I don't sleep with other men's girlfriends."

"You expect me to believe that do you?" Darren scoffed, "Everyone knows you sleep around Malfoy. Do you really expect me to trust a slimy little Death Eater like you with my girlfriend?"

"No." Draco clenched his fists, grinding his teeth together, angrier than he had ever been in his life. He wanted to raise his wand. Wanted to cruico the stupid bastard until he screamed for mercy because Isabelle was crying, actually crying, right next to him and there wasn't a fucking thing he could do about it.

"I don't expect you to trust me," he snapped, trying to stop himself from yelling because he knew he'd have more impact if he didn't. "I expect you to trust her because she's your girlfriend and she would never cheat on you and if you don't know that then you don't deserve her, you stupid, ignorant bastard."

Unable to take anymore of this because he knew that if he stayed he'd crack under the strain he walked away, slamming his bedroom door behind him so hard that it nearly ripped it off its hinges.

Outside the argument carried on, but Draco didn't want to hear it and he flung himself on his bed, covering his head with a pillow until he heard doors slamming, first the one to the corridor and then Isabelle's bedroom door.

He got up then and padded barefoot to Isabelle's door, pressing his ear to it before tapping lightly on the wood.

"Isabelle?" he called softly, "Are you ok?"

"No!"

That was it. He pushed open the door, strode to the bed and flung himself down next to Isabelle who was curled up against the pillows. He pulled her into his arms, trying to ignore the fact that she was so damn tiny she could curl up completely in his lap because it made him feel so protective that he wanted to hold her and never let her go.

She dropped her head to his shoulder, not crying anymore, just fragile and defeated and completely not herself.

"I know some pretty good curses," he said after a while, because he couldn't stand the silence and wanted his Isabelle back. "I could probably make him grow horns if you like."

She laughed and shook her head, wriggling in his lap until she was more comfortable, letting him tighten his arms around her.

"You're not supposed to be my friend Draco," she said after several comfortable minutes of silence had ticked by.

"I'm not your friend. I just hate your prick of a boyfriend," he said lightly, because her tone when she'd spoken had been enough to take the sting out of her words.

"He's not a prick," she said, "He does actually care about me and let's be honest, he's got a point. You do look at me funny sometimes."

"No I don't," Draco pushed her away slightly and frowned at her, because as far as he was concerned, he really didn't, at least not when Darren was around.

"Yes you do," Isabelle persisted, looking up at him properly now.

"I don't!"

"This is a delightfully mature discussion Draco," Isabelle drawled, smirking up at him suddenly.

"Fuck off Isabelle!" Draco frowned at her for throwing his own words back in his face.

"You're such a fucking prick Draco." Isabelle pushed herself out of his lap, which he didn't like at all, but on the other hand she looked more like herself again, glaring at him with those fierce brown eyes, and that pleased him very much indeed.

"I know sweetheart," he drawled, smirking wickedly. He grabbed at her suddenly, rolling her onto her back and pinning her down on the mattress. "Since your boyfriend thinks we're fucking anyway, it seems such a shame that we're not."

Isabelle made a choked noise of horror and made an attempt to push him away as he continued to smirk down at her.

"I'm not fucking you now Draco!" she huffed, folding her arms when her attempts failed miserably.

"I know you aren't," he purred, lowering himself a little so that his lips were near her ear, "We've got far too many clothes on to be fucking right now." His cock was twitching interestedly at the close contact and since he was pinning her hips down with his thigh Draco knew Isabelle could feel it. Indeed, when he pulled away her eyes had widened and that deliciously sexy flush had crept over her cheeks. "Do you have any idea how much you turn me on?" he breathed.

He had to move. He had to move right now or his willpower was going to snap and he was going to do something they'd probably both regret. He'd broken his rule once with her, he couldn't do it again.

Without warning he flipped himself off her and stood up, smirking when she fixed him with an angry glare.

"Leave me alone Draco," she snapped, rolling over so she was no longer facing him. He did. Strolling out of her bedroom and shutting the door quietly behind her, knowing that he was very much back in control.

The problem was that her response to him taking back control was to avoid him completely. Three days past and he had barely seen her, except for a few fiercely intense glares whenever they happened to pass in the living area on their way to their bedrooms.

He was starting to think that maybe his behaviour hadn't been such a good idea, because that one brief moment where he'd been pressed against her had made him long for her more than he ever had before.

Another day ticked slowly by. Draco was practically crawling the walls with frustration.

The outside door opened and Draco couldn't help it. He pulled open his bedroom door and stepped into the living area, watching in surprise as Isabelle used her wand to reactivate their room wards. They hadn't bothered with them since they'd stopped fucking.

"What are you doing?" he asked suspiciously, narrowing his eyes at her as she turned to face him, her expression somewhere between anger and frustration.

"You know what I did today?" she snapped, stalking towards him as he stood, watching her in confusion. He raised a questioning eyebrow and wondered if he should draw his wand because she had murder in her eyes and she was getting closer. "I dumped my fucking boyfriend, who was fucking well in love with me because I need to fuck you so badly I can't even think straight."

She had stopped only a foot from him and the moment her words sunk in he grabbed at her, winding his arms around her back, pulling her close and whimpering in relief as their lips met and he sank himself back into everything that was Isabelle. Her touch, her taste, her scent, the way she moulded her body so perfectly against his.

She gave a whimper of her own, relaxing against him and sliding her hands into his hair to hold his head in place as she swiped at his lower lip with her tongue, demanding entry. He let her because he had no choice. He was completely lost. Lost in this one, perfect, glorious moment that he'd waited so long for.

Their kisses deepened, becoming more frantic with every passing second until they were practically groaning into them and their hands were tearing at each other's clothes, cursing at the fastenings which suddenly seemed so over complicated and delayed that glorious moment when they were both naked and they could finally push their bodies together.

Draco whimpered again and felt his legs go as that soft, smooth skin pressed against his chest and he stumbled, somehow managing to propel them towards the couch where they tumbled down, fingernails scraping and teeth nipping at every inch of skin they could reach. He pushed his fingers inside her, relishing the warmth and the familiar feel of her wetness, twisting and pushing as she writhed against his hand.

Eventually Draco could wait no longer and he lay back on the couch, pulling Isabelle on top of him and positioning her above his hips. Then, inexplicably, he hesitated.

He had no idea why, because he wanted this so badly and Isabelle's eyes were heavy with lust and he could see she wanted it to, but she'd just split up with her boyfriend and this might feel so right, but damn it, it wasn't right at all.

"Draco," she whined, wriggling her hips and snapping her eyes open to look at him.

He pressed his lips together and closed his eyes, shaking his head to try and reinforce the whole idea in his mind.

"We shouldn't be doing this," he whispered, removing his hands from her hips and running them through his hair instead.

"What?!" He had to open his eyes because Isabelle sounded so shocked and she hadn't moved.

"It's not really right is it?" he muttered, trying to ignore the fact that his cock did not agree at all and was twitching longingly against the warmth between Isabelle's thighs.

"Draco Malfoy don't you dare start acting like you have some sort of moral conscience right now!" she snapped, bending down and pushing her hips down just a little so more of his length slid between her folds.

"I do see the irony," he said ruefully, "But don't you think…ah- fuck!"

Bloody hell!

She'd taken advantage of his distraction to push herself all the way down, taking his whole length inside her in one go and groaning deeply as she stretched around him for the first time in too long.

"Doesn't that feel good?" she purred, rocking her hips slowly against his and making him hiss between her teeth, "Tell me you don't want this Draco."

"Shit Isabelle," he groaned, "Of course I bloody want this, but- mphf!"

She'd thrust against him and he could feel any resolve he had about putting a stop to this weakening. He gathered all his failing will power and made one last effort.

"But what about you?" he tried desperately, "What about…" He really didn't want to mention Darren's name. Not right now. Isabelle seemed to know what he was referring to though.

"I'm a big girl Draco," she purred, "I know what I want."

"Right," he said faintly, feeling rather defeated.

"Are we going to fuck or not?" she asked, quirking an eyebrow at him and rolling her hips again.

He smirked up at her, deciding that she was a big girl and that now was probably the time to just go with it.

"Of course we are sweetheart," he drawled, "But not like this."

He lifted her away from his body, pushed himself upright and twisted, until he was sitting on the sofa with Isabelle straddling his lap. She knew what he was doing and rearranged her legs so she was crouched over him, smirking down as he captured her lips in a deep, passionate kiss.

He felt her lift herself and gripped his erection, guiding it to her entrance and giving a gasp of pleasure as she pushed herself down onto it.

There was a split second where she looked at him, licking her lips and looking so damn delectable that Draco could hardly stand it and then she was moving against him, slowly at first, gripping onto his shoulders as she bounced on his lap.

The heat built fast, far too fast. They hadn't done this for so long and she was tight and hot and wet and her muscles were gripping his cock like nothing he'd ever felt before. She changed her grip to the back of the sofa, panting breathlessly as she increased the rhythm, bouncing almost too fast and too hard. Draco could feel his heartbeat pounding in his ears and they were skirting that dangerously addictive line between pain and pleasure and then she was yelling. Her muscles clamped harder as her limbs went taut and her orgasm swept through her body.

"Fuck Draco," she gasped, resuming her movements almost immediately, riding out the rest of her pleasure in a sloppy rhythm as she pushed him to the edge and the heat in his abdomen swelled and burst through his veins, washing through his body in a wave of cleansing fire, leaving him shaking and gasping, clutching hard at Isabelle as if she might otherwise disappear.

She was trembling too and as their high faded he tipped them down onto the couch, wrapping his arms around her possessively and pressing light kisses against her temple because screw no kissing after sex, he was too damn elated to have her back.

Maybe this was right after all.