Mentions of mature content ahead.

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Isla swallowed thickly.

Her hand tightened around the doorknob as she caught the sounds of muffled music behind the wood.

This wasn't a good idea, she told herself, over and over. So many times that she almost managed to convince herself that— almost.

Draco would tear her to pieces for disobeying him, and Theodore would break her apart just by looking at him. It was a struggle, a loss for her, no matter how she twisted and turned it. And Isla didn't believe she had anything left to lose.

She didn't have Fred. She didn't have Cedric. She didn't have her father.

She surely didn't have any of the boys she was deemed to pick between. Theodore, she'd missed her chances with even if her heart ached by the thought of it, and Draco — well, Draco didn't want her.

He wanted to use her.

She didn't even have Ava anymore, and the two friends she thought to have would always pick her side. They wouldn't judge her, so what did she have to lose by going to the party — nothing.

With a deep breath, she twisted her wrist and flung the door wide. Her eyes squinted by the harsh light of different colors twinkling and the rich air filled with smoke and shouts as she closed her door and walked down the hallway.

Isla looked around curiously to where her friends would be as she shortly spotted them by the couches. Her steps stressed across the smudgy floor, spilled with drinks until she reached the furniture.

''Love,'' Mila beamed, raising her cup in the air as she greeted her friend, heavily intoxicated, ''We were waiting for you!''

Isla laughed out, covering her mouth with the palm of her hand quickly as she shot Leo a kind smile. He merely rolled his eyes and shook his head at the drunk Ravenclaw in his lap.

Mila rapidly returned to give all her attention to Leo, her hands sneaking down his chest and her lips whispering lowly in his ear, but Leo gripped her wrists, bending him away from her as he shook his head.

He never wanted her to do things similar to this with her right mind in the wind. Leo would be the last person to ever use a girl and take advantage of her while drinking.

''Not today—'' Leo sought to speak as Mila pouted, dragging her arms away from him before crossing them.

Isla couldn't help but observe and adore them. They truly were perfect for one another, and the look of her two friends growing closer caused warmth to flush within, but it quickly burnt out by the chest she felt pressing into her back, and his cologne trapped her senses.

She gulped.

''I thought I told you not to come, yeah?'' Draco growled, vibrantly and it shook her, the raspiness of his voice, ''I told you not to fucking—''

''I don't have to play by your rules,'' Isla spun around, facing him the bright shades of color, and her sight snapped, looking down at his chest as he wore a white shirt, half unbuttoned. She gulped again.

''Looks like you do, doesn't it?''

Draco smirked, quirking a brow at her startled self. He studied her too, watching the black dress she clothed in, smeared to her figure, and he groaned within the flesh of his mouth, ''You surely look...''

''Stop it,'' Isla fired, her arms crossed so that he couldn't get a glance at what he wanted to see, ''Stop looking at me like that.''

Draco kept his smirk, tilting his head as his sight slowly, in a torturous way, traveled back to level hers, ''Like what?"

Isla stayed silent.

"Like I know how you sound when you come? Like I know how you taste? Like I know how your legs squeeze—''

''Malfoy—'' Isla breathed out, tearing her sight from his, ''Nothing. Like nothing at all, just stop looking at me.''

Draco rolled his eyes, feeling fulfilled with yet another challenge from her. He raised his cup in the air at the shouting voices behind them, gesturing for his friends that he'll be there in just a minute.

''So...'' Draco lowered, hovering over her short body, ''Where were we—''

''Nowhere,'' Isla scowled, and without notice, she snatched his cup out of his hand and poured the bitter taste down her throat in one go.

Draco blinked quickly, staring at her wide-eyed in remembrance of what happened last time.

''Clarke, for fucks—'' He muttered as he meant to grip his cup, but she stepped back, grinning at him from a distance now.

''It's my name, Malfoy,'' She rose a brow, turning around in her heel as she looked back at him over her shoulder, ''Don't wear it out.''

Draco stayed silent, shaking his head dangerously at her as she went to slip down next to her friends. His cup was still glued to her hand, and she kept on drinking.

She didn't think much of it. She didn't spare a thought to how badly it went last time. She simply spilled the alcohol down her throat unconsciously.

He felt the anger as it boiled within him. Had this been anyone else — someone he hadn't had in the ways he had her, feeling her shaking as he touched her, craving her moans in his mouth — he'd ripped them apart by now.

But he couldn't do that to her. Isla had a hold of him, an invisible one almost. Something he couldn't see nor understand but something he felt.

It disturbed him more than anything ever had. He loathed her for having that power of him. Some people would perhaps ease at a feeling like that, but not Draco. It urged the thirst for vengeance even more.

''Clarke!'' Draco shouted, biting his lower lip as he so evilly thought, ''Let's play a game, shall we?''

Isla halted in her doings. Her body stiffened at that, but she didn't have a chance to face him and lecture him before Mila stood tall on her feet, clapping her hands, ''Yes! I want in. I want to play a game, can we play a game, please, please, please—''

''Absolutely, miss Ravenclaw,'' Draco smirked, striding up to the couch across from the one Isla was seated on, ''Let's play a game.''

''What game?'' Mila couldn't form a proper word, she blurted as she fell down to Leo's lap again, nestling close to his chest, ''I want to play truth or dare—''

''I'd say...'' Draco locked his eyes at Isla, cocking his head in amusement at her nervous expression and the way her fingers tensed around her cup, ''Spin the bottle, perhaps?''

''Yes!'' Mila shouted, making Isla slam her hand over her mouth not to laugh at her, ''I want to play spin the bottle, Leo, can we play, please, please—''

Leo gave both Draco and Isla the most irritating stare as his eyes rolled, ''Yeah, but you're drinking water.'' 

Mila pouted visibly as she cupped Leo's cheeks, squeezing his flesh in between her fingers, ''I want more—''

''For fucks sake,'' Leo howled, ''What are you? A child?''

''No—'' Mila giggled, her head fell to his shoulder as she dragged her knees up, ''I'm Mila.''

''Oh my fucking—'' Leo complained, shooting Isla a glare, ''This is the last time I'll ever do as you ask, I hope you know that.''

Isla couldn't hold it back anymore as she burst out laughing. Both of her hands covered her mouth to muffle the sounds, and something within Draco sparked at that — watching her chuckle and her skin flush.

It felt strange to him, and he was quick to shake his head, loosening the trapping feeling.

''Are we playing this bloody game or what?'' Draco muttered, his eyes still plastered on Isla, and hers flickered to match them.

''What is it you want, Malfoy?'' Isla tilted her head, quirking a brow at him, ''What could you possibly want this time? Laugh at me? Make a fool out of me? Kiss me? Hate me? Fuck me?''

''Isla, what the fuck—'' Leo gasped beside her, but she couldn't bother, and he cursed underneath his breath at her, ''You know what, fuck it, I'm not listening anymore.''

Draco rolled his tongue along the inside of his cheek, his arms stretched over the backrest of the sofa, and his legs held wide, ''I don't know, Clarke? Do I?''

Isla squinted, matching his movements as she leaned back against her own couch, her legs crossed and her skirt hitched up enough for him to snap his eyes and watch the skin on her thighs as it unraveled.

The weakness he held for her soft skin.

''Yeah, Malfoy...'' Her hair fell perfectly over her shoulders as she arched her back, pointing her chest out slightly, and he hissed at the act, ''Do you?''

He stilled. He didn't speak a word for minutes, and he plainly stared at her, studying and taking in every detail of her that he could — up to the point that he would rupture if he spared her one more glance.

He starved to feel her again. He'd force this whole common room free of people if it meant that he could fuck her right there and then — hear her as she squirmed and begged for more.

Draco held an intense look as he slowly pushed himself off the sofa, and he walked over to where she sat. Isla's jaws clenched as he came close.

''Yeah?'' Draco mumbled, so near that she could hear his low speaking through the blasting music, ''Do I?''

He grinned, swinging his head to the side to let his blond strands off his forehead before he — without warning, strived a knee in between her legs. His hands gripped the backrest, and he towered her fully.

Discreetly, only for them to see and feel, it looked like they were talking, closely to the surroundings.

"Don't—" She gasped, "Don't stop."

Isla's spine shot straight at the movement he made as he shoved his knee fully between her thighs, making her gasp out, ''You see, Clarke—'' Draco gritted, ''I'd love to fuck you, but for me to do that, you have to beg.''

Her head tipped back, meeting the grey eyes as he inched his knee closer to her clothed core. Isla nearly felt as if she needed to buck her hips, to follow his gesture as it began to ache.

''And you've done nothing but disobey me tonight,'' His voice made her tremble, ''Good girls behave, Clarke.''

Just as she meant to push herself closer, seal the longing space between them — Draco pulled away, his lips on edge to brush against hers, ''But you're not a good girl, are you? Good girls get rewards and bad girls... yeah, bad girls get punished.''

He gave her a stern look before he shoved himself back and he left her on the couch.

Isla felt the warmth as it shredded through her and the loss of his touch as he walked away.

''He's still not quitting it, I see...''

She flinched, turning around shockingly at the voice behind her — she had hardly gathered her thoughts.

It was Pansy, standing behind her, leaning over the backrest of the sofa. She smiled kindly at Isla before walking around it, dropping down next to the confused girl.

''Don't you worry—'' Pansy looked after Draco as he joined his mass of friends, ''I don't bite.''

''I didn't—'' Isla choked on her drink, coughing lightly as she placed the cup on the table, ''I'm sorry. I don't think you bite—''

Pansy chuckled, finding the nervous girl more than adorable, ''This is why I told him to go for you. It's not a game to you,'' A slight pause in her talking as she reached for the pack of cigarettes in her pocket, ''I talked to him at the masquerade, and we agreed to stop, to stop pouting, to stop holding grudges...''

Isla noticed that Pansy was more than tipsy herself.

''We just said we'd stop with everything. I have Adrian now, and I want to be with him and Draco...'' She inhaled sharply as she lit the stick on fire, ''And Draco needs someone who pulls him down to earth a bit.''

Isla's eyes flickered, studying the blond from where she sat — she couldn't help but feel bad, to feel awful for thinking that he slept with her.

''He's kind at heart, you should know that. He's not this dark, bad person he makes himself be... He's... Draco, you know.''

Isla nodded doubtfully, ''We're not—'' She faltered, her head spun, ''Malfoy and I aren't anything. We don't want each other like that.''

''He has his demons and his faults, but there's a lot good behind that. He's not bad, Clarke. He's... a bit fragile, but not bad.'' Pansy kept going, revealing everything she could think of when it came to Malfoy, ''He had a tough childhood, and that was painful to see, but he has a sweet soul, once you get to know him...''

Pansy smiled to herself, ''He's caring, kind — when he wants to, of course, but he's... You get dependant on him. He's always there, waiting around every corner just in case you need him, and he's... he's just perfect.''

A sweep of curiosity mounted Isla, ''Until...?''

Pansy huffed, shaking her head as her eyes traveled across the crowd of students around them, ''Until he's not anymore. Until he takes you for granted because as much as he's there for you, you'll be there for him, and it's not a battle for him anymore. It's simply...''

Isla's fingers tangled in her lap.

''It's convenient for him. He'll be with you when he wants it and not when you need it, and suddenly you're a ghost, someone who's there to please him when he wishes until something else, more interesting, comes along.''

The air around them shifted cooly, and Isla could see how relieving it was for Pansy to talk like this, to let her love for her former lover fade as her words did.

''I love him, and I always will, but somewhere in all of that sacrifice, you find yourself and your worth... and you realize that you'll never get the time you spent back, and you wake up one day, next to someone you barely recognize anymore.''

Isla couldn't do anything other than look at her. Her eyes glimmered in emotion.

''It's nothing wrong with falling out of love. I hope you know that Clarke and I think Draco needs someone like you, someone that has the strength to fight for him and stick with him when he doesn't have that power.''

Pansy's smile softened, her body bent forwards, ''It can't be easy, picking between them, can it?''

She felt startled by the question, running her tongue over her bottom lip as she shook her head, ''It's not, but it's alright. I'm okay if they are.''

''Theodore is...'' Pansy giggled to herself, placing her chin in her hand, ''He's incredible, and if he lets you in, you're one lucky girl. God knows I tried, but he didn't even budge.''

It was a waver of ease as it trickled her, seeping around her, and it calmed her shaking nerves for a minute as Pansy sighed.

''But Draco did have a little setback the other day—''

Suddenly, Isla's heartbeat swelled in her ears as her eyes grew wide.

''What—'' Isla swallowed, nearly stuttering her words, ''What do you mean by setback—''

Pansy's eyes rolled, tucking some of her dark hair behind her ear and leaned back into the couch, ''He fucked someone, a friend of mine. Apparently, he was angry at someone else and needed to act it out.''

She was rambling now, not thinking a bit about what she was saying.

''But I heard that you fucked Theodore, so I guess that makes you even.''

Isla's face fell into a mantle of pure panic. Question after question began to cloud her mind. Every soothing feeling she'd felt bolted.

''Not that you have to be even, but you know what I mean—'' Pansy smiled, closing her eyes as she drew another blow of smoke, ''You are free to see and fuck whomever you want, Clarke. You're a Slytherin and a hot one, don't take that for granted, before you realize it, you'll be stuck with someone who doesn't even notice you for years...''

It went so much deeper than that. Isla could tell, but she was too consumed in her own disbelief that she barely clocked what Pansy was speaking.

She desperately reached for the cup on the table, gripping another bottle with clear liquid as she filled it to the brim. Slurping down every last drop and her mind instantly turned dizzy.

Leo gasped from beside her, yanking her by the shoulder, dragging her down as he shot her a glare, "What the fuck are you doing?" He questioned, trying to tame Mila on his lap, "Don't drink like that. It never ends well—"

"Well, I don't care," Isla shrugged his touch away before she stood flat on her feet, "I'm drinking for me, today, not for anyone else, so mind miss drunk over there, and I'll take care of myself."

She was snapping at him, rudely but he didn't bother. She was old and clear enough to stand for her own doings.

He leaned back again as she pushed herself up and bolted forward. She stumbled over to the drink table, flipping through the flasks.

"So you decided to show—"

Isla turned around, her eyes hooded as she smiled proudly at the tall boy behind her, "I did."

Theodore stared down at her awkwardly, "I'm glad, I haven't seen—"

"I have been avoiding you," Isla blurted out as the music tore through her ears, trying to stand steadily, "But I think you noticed."

"I did..." Theo scratched the back of his neck, restlessly, spotting how drunk she seemed to be, "I wanted to apologize—"

Isla's eyes rolled, scoffing annoyingly at the brunet as the dance floor caught her attention. Trapped in the mesmerizing sight of students moving their bodies close to each other.

"And I want to dance," She smiled, taking a step past him. She gripped his arm and dragged him with her through the mass of people.

Theodore followed, without notice as she turned around to face him, her fingers grasped at his shirt, pulling him straight into her.

"Isla—" Theodore growled at the sense of her body close to his, her hands exploring his chest, "Don't do this to me..."

He knew that he wouldn't be able to control himself around her. She was angry with him, indeed, but the way she was touching him, clinging onto him, caused him to strain hard within his pants.

''Do what?'' Isla mumbled, pulling him down to her level. Her breath tasted sweet on his lips, ''Don't use you?''

He gripped her waist, slamming her into him, ''I didn't fucking use you,'' He gritted, clenching his fingers around her flesh, ''If you would listen to me, you'd know that I didn't fucking use you.''

Isla smirked, her head swaying to her tones of loud music and her body moved with his. She nearly whimpered at the sense of his hold on her, ''You didn't?'' She asked back, dryly, ''Sure seemed like you did.''

''I didn't,'' One of his hands trailed up her spine, halting at her neck as he grabbed it, bending her head back to face him entirely, ''I wanted to fuck you, and I did, but I didn't fucking use you. I'd fuck you right here and now to prove it to you.''

Her lashes fluttered, her cheeks burnt, ''How does sleeping with me, again, prove that you didn't use me?'' Her chest heaved slightly, her veins rushing by the alcohol she'd consumed, ''You'll just get what you want again.''

Theodore scoffed, shaking his head as his hair fell messily over his brows. She was so weak for that messy brown hair of his.

''So you're saying that you didn't want to fuck me as much as I wanted it?'' He rolled his tongue over his bottom lip, his eyes dragged down her chest as she blushed, ''You're telling me that you didn't want me to fuck you fucking senseless?''

''Theo—'' She breathed, her fingers tightly held on to his shirt as his head dipped, groaning lowly in her ear, ''We can't—''

''Can't what?'' He mumbled, tracing his nose across her jawline, letting his teeth scratch her skin, ''Fuck?''

Her breaths hitched at the raw words he was speaking, ''Yes... We can't—''

''Why?'' He kissed her neck, gripping her waist harder as he forced her around. Her spine struck his chest as he kept on moving them, ''Why can't we fuck, Isla?''

''Because—'' Half a moan cut her off. The sense of his lips, melting with her bare shoulders threw her off, ''Because I'm mad at you—''

''Then take it out on me,'' Theo let his hand slowly slide down her thigh, squeezing her flesh every now and then, ''Take all of that anger out on me, punish me and let me fuck it out of you.''

Her body shook at that. Jolts of electricity shot through her as she tipped her head back, resting it against his chest, ''I can't...''

''Because of Malfoy?'' He muttered, pulling back, ''Is that it? You can't be with me because of—''

''It's not—''

''Hell, it is—''

''You don't—''

''No, you don't—''

Isla spun around again. Her eyes narrowed at his. Her heart hammered within the cage of her chest in a symphony with the blaring music. She shook her head lightly.

''Then what is this about?'' Theodore began to shout, ''I don't even care if we fucking sleep together! I don't want that, I want to get to know you, but if you'd rather—''

''It's not about anyone! I didn't sleep with him, Theo! I haven't been with him since prom—''

It felt as if the tones, thundering around them — faded, and a bleeping sound took over.

It turned dizzy.

Her vision blurry the very second she caught her own words.

Theodore stilled. His eyelids flickered slowly. He stared at her blankly as he let go of her.

''What?'' He backed away, ''What did you just say?''

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