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Chapter 23: Simple
It was only afterwards when he'd got up, showered and was sitting in his room that it occurred to him exactly what he'd let himself do. He'd spent the whole night with a woman. His one boundary that he'd never crossed and he'd crossed it with a half blood Ravenclaw that he wasn't supposed to care about.
He cursed himself then for getting too close, for allowing her too close. She was his convenient fuck, someone to be used for sex. Nothing else. He wasn't supposed to actually fall sleep with her, or hold her, or even kiss her afterwards. He certainly shouldn't be behaving in the way he had been doing since Easter. At this rate Isabelle would start thinking this was about something other than sex.
In that moment he resolved that it all had to stop.
He studiously avoided Isabelle for the rest of the weekend, spending most of his time either in the library or out flying, though he avoided the Slytherin Common Room as much as he could. He knew that since Easter his family had lost what little had remained of their standing, and even his friends were now keeping their distance, unwilling to be associated with him anymore. The only one who didn't seem to care was Blaise, but then Blaise was the sort of person who didn't really give a shit what anyone else thought. Even Draco thought the other man was confident and arrogant to the extreme, and he had a grudging respect for him on which their friendship was mostly based.
By Monday evening, Draco had a feeling this new plan was not going to work. Actually he knew it wasn't because Isabelle had come through the door, given him a very confused look and then yelped as he had flung himself on her and started kissing her like his life depended on it. There was the vague though in the back of his mind that he needed to just fuck her and remember not to do anything else, but then he was lost in her lips and her skin and he forgot how to think.
They collapsed onto the floor afterwards, as they always did when they had done it up against the wall, with Isabelle resting her head against his chest and both of them breathing hard. This is what they had always done, even before they'd started spending too much time asleep in each other's beds. The kissing was normal too, they had always done that.
Draco's brain woken up half way through the kiss and told him that no matter how good this felt he should put a stop to it right now. This was exactly the sort of thing that had got him into this mess in the first place.
With a whimper he broke away, scrambled to his feet and fled to his bedroom, leaving a very confused Isabelle sitting on the floor, staring after him.
By the time he had repeated the process twice over the next couple of days he was starting to tell himself he was more in control. Unfortunately he didn't exactly feel more in control. In fact what he mostly felt was that he was falling apart, his heart thudding painfully in his chest whenever he looked at Isabelle, his body crying out for the physical affection they had shared. Since when had he, a Malfoy, needed physical affection? Hell, he hadn't even known how to react when his own mother had held him, why was not holding Isabelle making him feel like he was going slightly crazy?
On the fourth morning it was almost a relief when Isabelle entered his room and crawled into bed with him, though she didn't attempt to touch him in anyway.
"What's going on, Draco?" she asked quietly, those deep brown eyes looking at him sternly.
"What are you talking about?" After an initial glance he was refusing to meet her eyes, keeping his tone neutral as if he really didn't have a clue.
"You fuck me and then you run away like you've done something wrong," she said matter of factly, "Frankly it's starting to get annoying so you need to sort your shit out, Draco, or leave me alone."
The idea that she was dismissing him so easily made Draco's throat constrict and he made a quiet choking noise as he tried to catch his breath. Since when was she the one in charge? How the hell had it gone from him being so in control that he could wrap her round his little finger and cause her to dump her boyfriend for him, to her being able to dismiss his services as if he were nothing? So much for her thinking this was about more than sex.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he said evenly, taking refuge in denial, though he suspected his expression had given him away before he'd remembered to smooth it into carefully practised coldness.
"Oh I think you do, Draco," she drawled, moving herself nearer and bringing her face so close he could feel her warm breath ghosting over his lips, "You're worried that I think this is about more than sex. Why would I want you for more than that?"
Shit.
The reality behind those words hit him like a lead weight to the chest and he collapsed onto his back, staring up at the ceiling and finding it very difficult to breath, let alone think a coherent thought.
Why the hell would she?
Of course she didn't want him. Wasn't that why he had started this whole thing in the first place? Because she was someone who definitely wouldn't be trying to get something more out of him? She wasn't like Marissa or some of the others; she wasn't desperately trying to marry a rich pure-blood, whatever her father might want. She was going to marry someone kind and unselfish and good. Not someone like him. She didn't want him.
The realisation washed over him and he didn't know whether it left behind relief, or pain.
"Draco?" she had crawled over him now, her soft skin pressed against his side as she propped herself up and looked down into his face. One of her hands brushed back some stray locks of hair on his forehead as she smiled softly down at him. "That doesn't mean I don't care about you," she said quietly, "I meant it when I said I was worried about you after Easter. I'd much rather you didn't die."
He didn't know whether it was those words or her touch that sent the tingle down his spine, but either way they made him feel better. He let some of his tension drain away.
"Besides," she said smirking now, "You're quite good in bed, as you well know."
He couldn't help it, he had to smirk back at her, tilting his head as he looked at her in amusement.
"I know, sweetheart," he drawled, "You aren't bad yourself."
He got a playful dig in his shoulder for that, but then she clutched suddenly at his jaw with both hands, holding his face firmly and looking at him almost critically.
"I'm well aware you don't need your ego inflating any further," she said, her tone half amused, half serious, "But you're bloody gorgeous you know." She pressed a firm kiss to his lips and then, before he could react, she was gone.
He stared at his door for a few minutes, trying to work out exactly how he felt about what had just transpired, but then gave up. He gave up on first lesson as well and instead rolled over and went back to sleep.
Her words floated through his head all day until late evening when he was lying in bed looking at the canopy and he heard a faint noise from the room next door. It was a noise that made him shoot to his feet and practically throw himself at the wall, pressing his ear against it in his eagerness to hear another.
Bloody hell.
She hadn't done this in ages, not since they'd started having sex regularly. Or maybe it was just that she'd kept it behind silencing spells. This time though he was pretty sure she was doing this deliberately.
He listened for a few minutes as the noises increased in volume until he realised he was absentmindedly rubbing his own straining erection through the material of his boxers.
Fuck this, he thought, and practically ran to Isabelle's room.
Her eyes snapped open the moment he entered and he stopped short, panting slightly as he took in the sight before him. She was lying naked on the bed, two fingers pushed as far inside her as they could go, licking her lips as she gazed lustfully at him. He couldn't remember the last time he'd seen anything so hot and his cock obviously agreed judging from the way it throbbed painfully.
"Sorted your shit out, Draco?" she purred, starting to move her fingers slowly inside herself as he approached the bed.
"Shut up," he growled as he crawled over her and pressed his lips to hers in a hard, passionate kiss. It was a while before he broke away, but when he did they both glanced down to where she was still working her fingers in and out in that slow, fascinating rhythm.
"Going to help me with this?" she purred as Draco settled himself between her thighs.
"No, actually," he breathed, resting his hands on her thighs and pushing them wider, "I'm just going to enjoy the view."
He heard the little hitch in her breathing, but even as he looked at her, unsure whether she would go along with him, her other hand snaked down and she started to massage at her clit, speeding up the rhythm of her fingers inside at the same time. Smirking Draco slipped out his boxers and started stroking himself gently as he watched, his eyes alternately lingering on the wanton display between her thighs and the lustful expression on her face.
"Look at me," he growled, as she moaned in response to her own ministrations. She obeyed, her brown eyes dark with lust as she opened them and saw what he was doing for the first time. She whimpered softly and increased the speed of her thrusts.
"Fuck, Draco," she murmured, arching her back as she strained to give herself just that little bit more, "What the fuck are you doing to me?"
He smirked again and waited until she was frantic, writhing against her own fingers and panting hard before he snatched at her hands and pinned them to the bed. The cry of protest that it ripped from her throat made him relieved that the door to the corridor was silenced.
"What the fuck?" she moaned, arching her back and straining her arms to try and get free, her feet digging into the mattress as she tried to lift her hips further off the bed in search of who knew what to try and satisfy herself. "Draco, what are you doing? I need to come," she gasped desperately, now trying to hook her legs around his hips to drag him against her.
"Fuck, Draco! Fuck! I can't- I- Shit! I hate you!" He smirked down at her until her writhing subsided and she whimpered, "Please Draco…"
"Oh good girl," he purred and released one hand, immediately pushing his fingers as deep inside her as he could get, making her hips jerk and her eyes fall closed as she arched off the bed. A few brief strokes later and her back arched again as she came hard, yelling incomprehensibly and nearly sobbing with relief as he let go of her other hand and rubbed at her clit, causing an extra spike of pleasure to jolt through her body.
"Fuck, Draco!" she exclaimed, as soon as her body had relaxed and he had withdrawn his fingers. "I fucking hate you!"
"I know sweetheart," he drawled, replacing his hand on his own throbbing length and starting to stroke again, "I guess this means I have to deal with this myself?"
She smirked back and folded her arms across her chest, "Yes it does and I plan to watch."
"I thought so." He grinned, dropping down onto one hand so that he could kiss her even as his other hand moved faster over his cock. Eventually Isabelle unfolded her arms and pushed at his chest, trying to make him sit upright again.
"I thought I said I wanted to watch?" she said huskily, immediately switching her gaze to his hand and raising an appreciate eyebrow at what she saw. Draco grinned to himself, the vague thought that if they had got to this point then he had probably completely corrupted Isabelle's innocence flicking through his mind, before he lost himself in self-induced pleasure.
He groaned, his orgasm approaching rapidly as he moved his hand more frantically, a little sound of appreciation from Isabelle heightening the pleasure until he felt his muscles contract and he tipped forwards as his climax overtook him, white hot liquid spurting from the end of his cock. He slowed his movements, but didn't stop, not until he was totally spent and Isabelle's chest and stomach were completely covered in the sticky fluid.
He let out a breath and smirked down at her as she looked at him, rather wide eyed and torn between surprise and obvious desire.
"That was so hot," she breathed, reaching up and trailing one finger through the mess on her breasts. She examined the finger with interest as Draco was forced to kneel back between her thighs as his arms threatened to give way.
"You are the hottest thing I've ever seen," he groaned, unable to resist giving his cock another light squeeze as he felt it threaten to start twitching again. It always amazed him just how quickly he seemed to be able to recover when Isabelle was involved.
His words apparently pleased her for she grinned up at him and summoned her wand into her hand, waving it at her chest to clean up the mess there.
"Shame," he murmured, but all the same taking advantage of the disappearance to press their bodies together and capture her lips in a delightful kiss.
"Not running away today then?" she asked playfully, when they drew apart for air. Draco hesitated. Right now, with the taste of her lips on his and the scent of her skin filling his nostrils Draco really couldn't remember why he'd been leaving after sex in the first place. What was the bloody point? She was so damn alluring he might as well enjoy her whilst he had the chance.
"It's difficult to fuck you when I'm not here sweetheart," he drawled, rolling his hips against hers, even though he knew he wasn't anywhere near hard enough for another round just yet, "I think I'll stick around thanks."
He dropped down besides her, pulling her onto her side so they could kiss again until he was nearly dizzy from lack of air, then he stroked her hair, relishing the soft, genuine smile she gave him and returning it with one of his own. Was it really just yesterday that he'd been telling himself he needed to put a stop to this? He must have been out of his mind.
With a contended sigh he pulled Isabelle into his arms and wrapped her up tightly, until she complained that she couldn't breath and wriggled around so that she was resting comfortably against his chest. They both fell asleep quickly and of course when they awoke a couple of hours later they inevitably did have some rather amazing sex before they curled up together again and slept till morning.
When he woke up the next day Draco decided he was done worrying. Isabelle had more or less told him she knew this was about nothing more than sex. Now he was just going to enjoy it.
And he did very much enjoy it. He forgot that he'd ever had any qualms about the whole thing and let himself sink into the familiarity of Isabelle and the comfort of their strange relationship, determined that he would just enjoy this until the end of the year without worrying. He'd once sworn to let life just happen around him and he swore it all over again now. Isabelle was here, she was in his life and the whole thing was nice and simple. If he didn't make it confusing, then she obviously wasn't going to.
They touched and flirted and bickered and had far too much sex and Draco was happy. Happier than he had thought was possible given the shitty state the rest of his life and the world that was falling apart around him.
Life, right now, was good.