Author's Notes: Sorry this one is very short! It was just the way it made most sense to split them up.

Chapter 15: Wards

They had barely caught their breath when there was the sound of banging from the other side of the door and a voice shouting Isabelle's name.

Fuck. Darren.

Draco's eyes shot open and he attempted to sit up, but Isabelle hadn't moved and she was still collapsed against his chest, making it rather hard for his weakened muscles to obey his instructions.

She groaned into his shoulder, tucked her arms around Draco more tightly and mumbled, "Oh fuck off Darren," in such a disinterested sounding way that Draco actually laughed.

There was more banging and Draco was very glad that their wards meant the room was both silenced and impenetrable to anyone who didn't know the password. He hoped Darren didn't know the password.

"Can he… does he…?" he asked, because seriously, being caught naked by a girl's ex-boyfriend less than an hour after she'd split up with him really wasn't on his top ten list of things to do today. To his relief Isabelle shook her head.

"If you can get him to shut up, I'll fuck you again," she promised as the man outside tried the door handle and then banged on the door again when it didn't open.

"I know you're in there Isabelle, we need to talk about this," he yelled from the other side of the door.

"No we don't," Isabelle whined, far too quietly for Darren to hear her even if the silencing wards hadn't been up, "I'm fucking Draco. Go away."

Draco laughed, because her behaviour was too damn bizarre for there to be any other reaction.

"Draco," she whined, poking him in the side, "Make him go away."

"And you think I'm a spoilt brat," he breathed, smothering an actual giggle in her hair, because Draco did not giggle. Ever.

"Please Draco." How was he supposed to resist?

He held out his hand, summoning his wand non-verbally and giving a smug smirk when it came sailing to his hand. He pulled down just the silencing part of their wards and sat up, taking Isabelle with him so that she was still tucked against his shoulder.

"Fuck off Darren," he called, just loudly enough for the other man to hear.

"I want to talk to Isabelle!" he demanded.

Draco considered his options with that one and went with, "She's not here."

"What? Where is she?"

"I haven't seen her all evening, now fuck off because I'm trying to have sex. Why do you think the door's locked?"

There was a choked noise of rage from the other side of the door, followed by something which sounded very much like someone aiming a kick at the wood. Then there was the sound of footsteps walking away and with a flick of his wand Draco restored the silencing wards.

"Oh very good," Isabelle purred as he threw his wand aside and settled down on the couch, letting her crawl back over him.

"I aim to please sweetheart," he drawled, giving her a smug smile of satisfaction.

"So do I," she hissed, lowering her lips to his neck and starting to kiss gently.

A few hours later Draco awoke in a bed that wasn't his own with a very comfortable warm weight resting on his shoulder.

Isabelle.

He grinned to himself in the darkness.

After he'd got rid of Darren she'd rewarded him with a ridiculously enthusiastic blowjob, and then of course they'd fucked again, this time on her bed.

After that they'd been so exhausted that they'd both fallen asleep.

Actually that was a lie. Isabelle had been exhausted, and she'd curled up against him and Draco had been too comfortable to move. He'd spent quite a long time just stroking her hair and feeling absurdly happy before he'd fallen asleep himself.

Not that he wasn't slightly relieved he'd woken up before morning because this wasn't a relationship and he was still not willing to spend the whole night in bed with any girl.

He shifted slightly, aiming to get up without waking her, but realising he'd failed miserably when Isabelle shifted in his arms and said, "What time is it?"

"No idea," he replied softly, "And for the record I'd just like to point out now, before you start yelling, that it was you who told me to get rid of your ex-boyfriend for you."

She stiffened in his arms, and Draco waited for an outburst that in the end didn't come. Instead she relaxed and sniggered into his shoulder.

"Was it really necessary to tell him you were having sex?" she asked.

"Of course," Draco drawled, smirking even though she couldn't see him, "I have a reputation to maintain sweetheart."

Another snigger and then she said slightly more regretfully, "He probably spent half the evening trying to find me, since you said I wasn't here. I hope he just thinks I'm really really good at hiding."

Draco indulged in a derisive snort of laughter at that. "Don't worry sweetheart, he's too thick to work out where you really were."

That earned him a light slap on the shoulder and Isabelle removed herself from his chest, flopping down into the bed next to him.

"You really are a prat Draco," she said mildly, pulling the covers around herself more tightly. Draco was rather relieved at this turn of events because it meant things were still ok. Isabelle hadn't, as he had half feared, dumped Darren with any thought or expectation of starting a relationship with him.

"Why did you really ditch him?" he asked, because this was something he couldn't quite work out. He hadn't liked the idiot, but Isabelle had seemed to, and apart from their arguments over him Darren had actually seemed to adore her.

"I told you." A cold edge had crept into her voice and Draco knew he should probably leave it, but he was far too curious for that.

"Don't believe you," he said promptly. "What really happened?" Next to him Isabelle gave a frustrated sigh and refused to meet his eyes.

"Why do you care?" she snapped, "You didn't like him and he didn't like you. Can't you just be pleased that I dumped him and leave it at that?"

"Nope. Sorry sweetheart." Draco shook his head and smirked down at her, though this time she didn't smirk back.

"Just leave it Draco." There was a dangerous edge to her voice and actually Draco realised she sounded like she was on the verge of tears. He decided that he was going to leave it after all.

"For now," he said darkly, extracting himself from the bed and picking up his clothes.

Isabelle huffed and rolled over, putting her back to him, though he did hear her say, as he opened the door to leave, "I was telling the truth earlier you know."

She'd dumped Darren just to fuck him?

He grinned into the darkness and went to bed.

The problem with not having had sex with Isabelle for more than a month was that now it was very difficult to get enough of it.

Isabelle had crept into his bed pretty much as soon as he had woken up and they indulged in some pleasant early morning sex before breakfast. Then at lunchtime they'd both come back to the room to pick up their afternoon's textbooks, which had resulted in another tryst, mostly fully clothed and up against the wall of the living area. Now it was late evening and they were doing it again, and somehow they'd ended up on the kitchen floor and it was a testament to just how crazy Isabelle drove him because this was absolutely the last place Draco would ever have considered having sex at any other time.

All the same, right now he didn't care, and he crashed his lips into Isabelle's, his hand cupping her head as they moved their bodies together, groaning into each other's mouths as they came hard.

Only when he tumbled back from the dizzy heights of his climax did Draco register where they were and it surged adrenalin through his sex-softened muscles, enough for him to get to his feet and pick Isabelle off the floor so he could carry her back through to her bedroom.

Inevitably they didn't wait to long to repeat the whole experience in the much more comfortable environment of her bed, and inevitably they fell asleep together afterwards.

This time when Draco crept away in the middle of the night, Isabelle didn't wake up.

It took a week for them to calm down enough to not grab each other at every opportunity. A week which left Draco exhausted and with every muscle in his body aching in a pleasant, post-coital way. The only disadvantage was that he now had to charm his neck again just to make sure no one saw the evidence of their lust. Isabelle was having to do the same.

A week had calmed them down, but it hadn't stopped them, just forced them to take a breath and realise that perhaps it wasn't such a good idea to have sex twice a day, or even everyday and that was just fine with Draco.

They had fallen so easily back into their routine of bickering and flirting and fucking that it was like they'd never stopped. Except they had stopped and now there was only a week to go until the Easter holidays.

Draco felt like he'd lost a month of his life.