Author's Notes: Another new chapter. I hope you're all still enjoying this :)

Chapter 16: Silence

He arrived back at their rooms on Monday night and opened the door, stopping short when he saw what was going on inside.

Darren was there sitting on the couch with Isabelle, and he had hold of one of her hands.

Draco narrowed his eyes and slammed the door behind him, making Isabelle jump and pull her hands away quickly.

"What the fuck is he doing here?" he spat, striding into the room and glaring at the two of them. His heart rate had ramped up considerably and he could feel himself breathing far too quickly. He was panicking already because what if this was them getting back together? What would he do?

"None of your business, Malfoy," Darren spat, returning his glare with equal force.

Draco ignored him in favour of glaring at Isabelle, who glared back defiantly, her cheeks reddening with an unidentifiable emotion.

"Don't tell me your planning on getting back together with that loser?" he snapped, angrily flinging his school robes onto the other couch and then storming to his room without waiting for an answer.

He slammed the bedroom door behind him and leant his forehead against the cool wall, trying to will the blood to stop pounding through his ears. The sound of voices came through the door: angry voices.

"Look I'm just going to speak to him for a minute. Wait there." That was Isabelle. The next moment his door was flung open, and then slammed again, leaving Isabelle standing in the room, poking at the door with her wand. The edges of the door flared blue as her locking charm took effect and then Draco, who had been watching this in confusion, yelped in surprise as she grabbed at the front of his shirt and dragged him in to a hard, heated kiss.

"I'm not getting back together with him you idiot," she muttered against his lips, tangling her hand in his hair and deepening the kisses further. Nothing else mattered. That was all Draco needed.

"You are mine," he growled, slamming her hard against the wall and assaulting her neck with his lips, kissing and sucking at the skin, desperate to mark her as his own.

"I do not- belong- to you," Isabelle managed to force out, in between her own breathless pants at his ministrations. He vaguely registered that she was working at the fastenings on his pants and he pushed his hands up her skirt, pulling down her knickers as she freed his cock and wrapped her fingers around it.

He let out a whimper as she started to move her hand in a rapid, slightly erratic rhythm, stroking him quickly to full hardness and pulling his head back up so she could nip and suck at his lips far too hard.

"We shouldn't be doing this," she gasped, and Draco knew she was right. He tried to pull away from the kisses but Isabelle obviously didn't feel like paying attention to her own words because she simply increased the rhythm of her hand, causing Draco to moan in pleasure and slip his hand between her thighs.

She wasn't wet enough for him to fuck. This had happened far too quickly, but he slipped a finger inside, working quickly to a rapid, urgent rhythm and adding a second finger as soon as she started begging for more.

He found her clit with his thumb as she writhed against him, her body trapped between his and the wall as he pushed her quickly towards her orgasm. It was all so wrong that the thrill of it all lent an extra edge to their touches and it didn't take long for him to feel Isabelle's muscles start to pulse around him.

"Mine," he growled again, sinking his teeth hard into her neck and hissing with delight when she gasped, "Yes," and came hard around him.

He waited until she had taken all she possibly could from her pleasure and then lifted her onto his throbbing cock, so very close, but wanting to release himself inside her and claim her properly for his own.

It only took a few frantic thrusts before he came as well, his muscles trembling and shaking as he looked at Isabelle. Beautiful, passionate, ridiculous Isabelle. Too good for Darren.

Too good for him as well.

His high faded, leaving him gasping and smirking as she looked back at him wide eyed and rather amused.

"Shit," she gasped.

"Wow, sweetheart, I know I'm irresistible but that's just ridiculous," he drawled, pulling out of her and immediately reaching for his wand.

The whole thing had taken just minutes, but surely Darren was going to wonder what the hell they'd been doing all that time?

In front of him Isabelle was pulling her knickers back on and using her wand to repair the damage to her clothes and hair, as well as covering up the new mark he'd left on her neck. He sorted himself out as well before removing her locking charm from the door.

"And by the way, I do not belong to you, thank you," Isabelle snapped at him, reaching out to open it.

He grabbed at her, pushing her back against the wall and burying his nose in her neck. He inhaled deeply.

"You smell like sex, sweetheart," he told her, running his tongue up to her ear and causing her to shudder in his arms.

"Shit," she murmured again, pushing him away.

"Nothing you can do about it now is there?" he drawled, smirking at her again. This time she smirked back and opened the door. He watched her walk back to the couch, now perfectly composed. Darren seemed to be lost in thought, staring at the opposite wall.

"What were you doing in there?" he asked suspiciously.

"Arguing," Isabelle told him flippantly, "Didn't you hear me yelling?"

"No," said Darren, narrowing his eyes suspiciously at her, "I didn't hear anything."

"Silencing charms." Draco decided it was time for him to actually say something, because Isabelle really wasn't that good at lying. "You know, so you can't hear me when I'm having sex."

Isabelle went bright red, but lifted her chin defiantly as Darren glared at Draco.

"Oh look," Draco crooned, in delight, unable to resist pushing this further, "She's gone so red. Really Turner, I'm surprised you ever managed to get her to have sex with you. She's so frigid even the word sex turns her red."

"Shut it, Malfoy, didn't your parents teach you any manners?" Darren snapped, after a brief glance at Isabelle who was now bright red and looking quite angry. "Oh, wait a minute, I forgot. Your parents don't have any manners either."

"Shut up." It was the best Draco could come up with at this moment because that comment had made him furious. He could feel the flush creeping to his own cheeks.

Darren snorted disdainfully. "Can't take the truth, Draco? All you've got is a jumped up father who thinks he's someone special and a mother who's no better than a Death Eater's slut."

"Don't you dare talk that way about my mother!" Draco lost it. He launched himself across the room at Darren, forgetting that he had a wand, forgetting that he was supposed to behave himself around the boy for Isabelle's sake, only wanting to hurt him as much as physically possible,

A sudden weight hit his chest, overbalancing him and sending him tumbling sideways to the floor, and even in his absolute rage he knew that the weight was something precious and he curled his arms around it, softening it's impact with the floor even as his own head slammed into the carpet.

The pain cut through the anger and he blinked, registering that it was Isabelle on top of him, panting hard. He tried to push her away because even though it had lessened the rage still burnt and he was determined to teach that slime ball a lesson.

"Stop it, Draco!" she panted, trying to grab at his arms, "Just stop it. Leave it. Don't. Please."

A little bit more of his anger fell away at that because her eyes were wide and desperate, pleading with him to stop. He flipped her over, pinning her to the carpet.

"He cannot talk about my mother that way," he snapped, "He is a fucking ignorant bastard and you can't stop me beating the shit out of him."

He was grabbed from behind, and flung away from her suddenly, landing heavily on the floor for the second time in under a minute.

"Don't fucking touch her you scumbag!" Darren yelled as Draco scrambled to his feet and stood, his fists clenched by his sides.

"Stop it!" Isabelle yelled, and then the world went into slow motion.

Isabelle stepped between them, trying to separate them with her body, but Darren had already aimed a punch at Draco's face and Draco was already ducking, and he thanked Merlin for his seeker-fast reflexes as he grabbed at Isabelle, yanking her out the way as Darren's fist collided with thin air.

Time sped back up as they tumbled down together onto the couch, Draco reflexively locking his arms around Isabelle's slim waist, pulling her flush against his chest as he protected her instinctively.

There was an odd silent moment where only the breathless, shocked pants of the three of them filled the room before Draco realised what he was doing and released Isabelle a little, allowing her to push herself upright.

"Get out." That was Isabelle. She sounded cold and detached as she glared up at Darren.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean…" Darren gasped, looking down at the two of them on the couch in complete horror. Draco merely sneered up at him, pushing himself upright and running his hands through his hair, but Isabelle frowned.

"I know," she said quietly, as Darren continued to babble apologies for what he'd almost done.

"I know," she repeated again, more firmly this time when Darren didn't stop. "I know you would never hit me Darren, that's not why I'm telling you to leave. You do not say things like that to anyone ever. No one should hear those words about the woman who raised them. Get out, right now."

She pointed at the door as Darren stared at her in complete horror. Draco had the very nasty feeling he was going to cry, and that was a scene he definitely didn't want to see.

"But…" he began, making as if to step towards her.

Draco had had enough. He got to his feet, pulling out his wand in one swift movement and holding it up to the other man's neck.

"You heard her. Get out," he said quietly and with Isabelle still staring at him impassively Darren had no choice but to turn and leave the room.

The moment he had gone Draco snapped their wards back into place and flopped down on the couch next to Isabelle.

"Scumbag," he muttered, glaring hard at the door.

"Draco," Isabelle was actually crawling into his arms, curling herself up as small as possible on his lap and latching her arms around his waist, "We had sex in your room whilst he was sitting right here. We're not exactly models of good behaviour are we?"

Draco sniggered and curled his arms around her, holding her tightly and pressing some light kisses to the top of her head.

"I should never have gone out with him in the first place," Isabelle sighed after a few moments of silence, causing Draco to pull away to give her a questioning look, "I knew it would be too hard to give you up," she explained, pushing herself more comfortably against his shoulder.

Draco wasn't sure what to say to that, because he knew what she meant. Giving up this, whatever this was, was too damn difficult for words and the end of the year was going to kill him, even if the Easter holidays didn't.

Unwilling to think about that for now he wrapped his arms more tightly around her and dropped his head onto hers. They sat like that for a long time, until Isabelle's friends banged on the door and demanded to come in.

Afterwards Isabelle told him that Darren had sent them to check on her, a gesture which twisted Draco's stomach because it was unselfish and sweet and completely everything he was not and why the hell had Isabelle given that up just to have sex with him?

It didn't make sense.

He didn't want to think about it.