Author's Notes: Thank you to everyone who has reviewed. I want to make two apologies for this chapter, first because it took so long to post and secondly because... well, I don't think it's very good. The second half of this chapter was the only part not written before I started posting (I skipped writing it and went straight to chapter 26) so I'm not entirely sure it fits with the rest of the story. If you read it and think 'wtf?' then please forget about it and just move on to the next chapter which I promise is much more in keeping with the rest of the story!
Chapter 25: Sulk
That evening Draco curled up on the sofa with the book Isabelle had given him, determined to finish it simply because he couldn't bear not knowing what would happen at the end. When Isabelle had finished her homework she joined him and Draco didn't complain when she curled up against his shoulder, sprawled half on top of him and wriggling around until she was in a comfortable position to read her own book.
He smiled at her contented little sigh and let her be, pleased when she settled back down there even after she'd got up to make them both some peppermint tea. It was, he decided, quite a pleasant way to spend an evening.
He finished his book before her and tossed it onto the coffee table before gently dislodging her and standing up to stretch. She glanced up at him as he did so, but then returned to her own book and Draco furrowed his brow at the top of her head before he padded off to the bathroom to brush his teeth.
When he came back Isabelle was still reading and he poked her in the shoulder.
"I'm going to bed," he told her, hoping she might get the hint. All he got in return was a dismissive wave of the hand; she didn't even bother to look up. He frowned in annoyance and went to his bedroom, slamming the door perhaps just a little harder than necessary to vent his feelings.
His displeasure lasted until the door opened ten minutes later and Isabelle slipped into bed alongside him, jabbing his shoulder blade until he was forced to turn over and look at her with narrowed eyes.
"Who invited you?" he asked, as she smirked at him. "I don't recall asking you to join me."
"Oh yes you did." Her tone was aggravatingly playful and Draco narrowed his eyes further. "And you can stop sulking now thank you very much because I'm here aren't I?"
"Hmph." The fact that she was right and that he had wanted her annoyed him very much, almost as much as the fact that she was playing with him like this.
"Don't you want me to stay then?" she asked petulantly, raising an amused eyebrow, "Fine, I'll just go."
She started to slip out from under the covers and Draco fought with his pride. His pride won. He let her go, though the bed felt very cold afterwards.
He rolled over and listened to her messing about in the bathroom, the first gleam of regret taking hold in his mind. Damn his stupid pride. He did want her here. Why had he let her go?
"Draco?" She was back. He rolled over and half sat up, seeing her standing in the doorway, leaning on the frame. "How many times have I told you not to leave your clothes lying around in the bathroom?" She was smirking at him as she dropped an armful of clothes onto the floor. Not his shirt though, because she was damn well wearing that and Draco felt his breath catch in his throat because it was one of the sexiest things he had ever seen.
"Fuck!" He shot out of bed and caught her up in his arms, pressing her back against the wall as he kissed her relentlessly, running one hand over her body and savouring her warmth through the thin material of his own shirt.
"What the hell are you trying to do to me, sweetheart?" he hissed, removing his boxers with one hand and immediately hitching her up the wall with his other arm. She raked one hand through his hair, trailing her fingernails up and down his spine with the other as he latched onto her neck and started to suck at the soft flesh there.
"Fuck, Isabelle, why are you wearing my shirt?" he muttered, as his lips assaulted her neck, leaving more of those delightful red marks on her pale skin.
"Are you complaining?" she asked, and when Draco tore his lips away from her neck long enough to glance up at her he saw she had raised an eyebrow at him. He should have stopped, he should have wrestled himself back under control and showed her that he could resist her, but that was impossible. He couldn't resist her. He needed her more than he'd ever needed anything in his life.
"Fuck no," he growled and lowered his lips to her breasts, licking and teasing through the thin cotton of the shirt, until she was writhing against him and he shifted position so he could bring one hand up and begin unfastening the buttons.
His heart was pounding, and his cock was throbbing and – fuck, Draco was sure he'd never been quite this hard, or quite this turned on ever in his life. How many times had he done this with Isabelle now? How on earth could she take this to a whole new level just by putting on a piece of his clothing?
It made no sense and Draco really didn't want to try and make sense of it right now anyway. Right now, what he really needed to do was fuck Isabelle.
He lifted her a little higher and then buried his cock deep inside her in one swift movement. She let out a groan that nearly sent him over the edge right then and there and he knew in that moment he wasn't going to last long. He was too turned on; too far gone already.
Isabelle rocked her hips impatiently against him and it took most of his willpower to withdraw and let himself sink back inside with agonising slowness. Isabelle let out another one of those groans and Draco moaned breathlessly, suddenly wrapping his arms tightly around her and beginning to fuck her hard, unable to hold back any longer.
"Oh fuck, Isbabelle," he gasped, squeezing his eyes shut and burying his head in her shoulder as he realised that there was definitely no way he was going to last. She was letting out breathy little whimpers, but he knew she wasn't close, and fuck, he was definitely not going to last. Why had she gone and put that bloody shirt on?
"Don't hold back. Come for me, Draco," she purred into his ear, and that was all it took to send him careering over the edge, his climax hitting him in one huge rush that left him swearing and panting and clinging onto her as if his life depended on it.
"Fuck! Fuck!" he yelled, his legs collapsing, leaving him no choice but to sink to the floor, their bodies parting in a mess of fluids as Isabelle tumbled down on top of him, giggling wildly.
Fuck, she was laughing at him!
"Oh fucking hell, Isabelle," he groaned, "What the fuck have you done to me?"
He was embarrassed. Horribly, horribly embarrassed. He never came first. He was the fucking sex god of Slytherin; he had a reputation to uphold. He did not come before the girl. Ever.
Except right now. Except with Isabelle.
"That," Isabelle said, rather matter of factly, propping herself up on her elbows so she could look down at him, "was fucking hot. Don't make a habit of it though." Draco groaned, arching his neck when Isabelle decided to lick a long stripe up the side of it all the way to his ear.
"You need to make it up to me now," she whispered.
"Fuck you, Isabelle," he groaned, knowing his cheeks were flushed with embarrassment, "That was your fault."
She smirked down at him and he was forced to turn his head to the side to stop himself grinning back. He was angry damn it! He was embarrassed! He was absolutely not going to cave in and do whatever the hell it was that Isabelle wanted him to do.
"Take me to bed, Draco," she whispered and Draco gave in, she was just too impossible to resist.
He scrambled to his feet, caught her up in his arms and deposited her onto the bed, cleaning them up with a quick wandless charm.
"How should I make it up to you, sweetheart?" he asked, crawling over her and smirking down at her in a way that he knew would put him very much back in charge. Sure enough she grinned back and reached up to pull him down into a searing kiss.
"However you like," she murmured, when they finally pulled apart for air, "So long as you start right now."
Who was he to deny such a request? He gave her another smirk and then set to work.
It was a long time before either of them went to sleep.