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Draco growled out, and he smashed his lips into hers unhesitatingly. He didn't falter once as he kissed her, roughly — fiercely yet so filled with emotion.

His hands moved down her frame, pinching at her thighs, and without warning, he hunched slightly to lift her up as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

Slamming her back against the hallway wall, Isla whimpered, fingers clawing at his neck as she began to move, slowly clenching her thighs around him to feel him closer.

''What the fuck are you doing to me?'' He breathed, speaking into her mouth as it vibrated through her, ''Why am I so fucking weak for you?''

Whimpering in response, Isla clung onto him, arching her back off the wall, ''Be weak for me—'' She gasped, heaving for air as he refused to move away from her lips, ''Be weak for me, Malfoy.''

That caused the blond to turn absolutely untamed. He drew her away from the wall, and he carried her down the hall, rounding the corner to the boy's dormitory instead. Draco booted his door open as she squealed at the tension.

Shoving it shut with his heel, he lifted her all the way into the bathroom. One of his arms let go of her, and he shoved every single thing on the sink off forcefully as it crashed against the floor. Placing her upon the ceramics, his lips found hers again.

Draco trailed kisses down her jaw, over her throat, making her head tilt back, ''I thought—'' She almost moaned out at the way he was sucking on her neck, ''I thought you wanted to wait?''

''I'm done waiting, Clarke,'' He muttered, striving in between her legs, and she whimpered as she felt the bulge in his pants as it pressed against her underwear, ''I'm done fucking waiting, I want you. I want to feel you shake for me.''

Nodding, her hair spilled messily around them, and her arms stayed around his neck, slowly bucking her hips into him, and she whined out, nearly inaudibly every time she felt his clothed cock coming in contact with her core.

''Are you soaked for me?'' He mumbled against her skin, his teeth grazing along her collarbone, ''Are you as soaked for me as I am hard for you?''

''Mhm,'' Isla hummed out, lost in the pleasure as he kissed his way back up to her lips, ''Are you?'' Her teeth sunk into his bottom lip, ''Are you hard for me?''

Raising a brow, he drew back, studying her curiously, ''I'm always hard for you,'' Leaning close to her ear, he kept his tone so low, ''I'm always so fucking hard for you, Clarke. I can't get off without thinking of you.''

She shook at that. Isla's body shivered.

''But the real question is...'' He let his teeth nibble at her earlobe, feeling as her body tensed, ''Do you want me, Clarke? Do you want me as much as I want you?''

Her eyes snapping all over his features, catching her breath and letting her fingers slide down his arms, ''I do...'' She nearly whispered, ''I do want you.''

It was all it took for his lips to attack her skin again, continuing to create tiny mauve bruises all over her neck.

Her fingers trembling, she unbuttoned his shirt as it smeared to his muscles, Isla dragged the material off him, letting it fall to the floor, and he returned the favor.

Tugging at the hem of her sweater, he pulled it off her in a swift move, flinging it to the ground before he hauled her skirt up over her stomach, yanking it off her.

Isla unbuckled his pants quickly, attaching her lips to his chest as she bent down, making his hands tangle into her hair, and without warning  — Isla pushed herself off the counter, and she fell to her knees.

''Hell, so fucking eager,'' Draco spat at her, his hand placed on the sink in front of him, keeping himself steady as she shoved his pants down, ''Such an eager fucking girl. Just waiting to suck my cock, yeah?''

Looking up at him through her lashes, she blinked, rapidly and her cheeks blushed, ''If you don't want me to—''

Bending down, he gripped her jaw, making her whine out, ''I want you to shut up, and I want you to put those pretty lips of yours to better use. Can you do that?''

Isla nodded urgently as he let go of her, tipping his head back at the sensation of her, dragging down his boxers, revealing his throbbing erection.

She had failed to do this before. She never did anything like this with Theodore, and it caused her to feel nervous, intimidated almost, but she swallowed the feeling as she wrapped her fist around it, slowly stroking him with her palm.

''Fuck — like that, yeah,'' Draco grunted, his lashes fluttering the instant she licked her lips, and she let his tip into her mouth, gently flicking her tongue over it.

Humming, Draco bucked his hips, making his length push further into her mouth, and Isla nearly gagged at the feeling.

Trying as hard as she could — she hollowed her cheeks, stroking his shaft as she bobbed her head back and forth. Her tongue slipping along the veins coating his cock every time she withdrew before pushing back forward.

''Fuck — to think you would be this good at sucking my dick,'' He groaned, tangling a fist in her hair, ''To think your lips would fit my cock so fucking perfectly.''

''Mhm,'' Isla sought to speak, but she couldn't form a proper word with his cock deeply buried in her mouth. She worked over him as best as she knew how.

''Now imagine it inside you,'' Draco huffed out, his shoulders straightening and the aching feeling between her legs began to turn overwhelming, ''All of it—'' He smirked down at her, ''Every last fucking inch.''

Her body shaking, she let his dick into her mouth, sucking and swirling her tongue across the tip. She tried to shut his words out — knowing it would soon turn her insane.

It was always something with the way Draco spoke to her.

''Every last inch inside you, Clarke,'' Malfoy noticed what his words did to her, ''Stretching you till you can't fucking breathe, making you hurt as you cry out.''

Isla pulled back, her hand still stroking him as she caught her breath, her chest heaving.

She didn't dare to look up at him, and she swallowed the gathered saliva in her mouth before wrapping her lips around him again.

Malfoy bucked his hips, more violently now, almost making her choke as he kept his hold of her hair, yanking her head back and forth with his movements, ''There you go, choke on me, Clarke. Take all of me—''

Tears pearled in her eyes as she pinched them shut, trying to clear her mind from what her body was craving — how her own figure was starving for him.

Her hand slowly moved down her stomach in the complete need to ease the friction within herself, and just as she sought to pull back, catching her breath again, Draco took a step back, staring down at her, ''Get up,'' He said, sternly.

Isla forced her palms into the floor, her head dizzy as her eyes adjusted to the dimmed bathroom, her eyes flickered, ''What—''

She didn't have the chance to speak before his hands coated her waist, and he lifted her up on the sink again, dangerously cocking his head at her, ''That's mine,'' Draco growled, looking down at her clothed pussy, ''Your cunt belongs to me, so don't you dare try to please yourself—''

Now Draco was the one, kneeling down in front of her, bowing his head for her to lift herself, allowing him to drag her underwear down. Gripping below her knee with his hand and he placed one of her legs up on the counter before he grasped at her other leg, folding it over his shoulder.

He licked his lips, humming to himself, and he kissed her inner thighs, ''Don't you dare—'' Sucking on her tender skin now, ''— don't you fucking dare please yourself—''

Teeth brushing over her thighs as he closed in on her core, groaning underneath his breath at how she was dripping wet already, and he had barely touched her yet, ''— when I'm here to do it. Touching your cunt while sucking my cock, Clarke? That's fucking pathetic.''

Isla whimpered loudly as she sensed his tongue, flicking a flat stripe up her cunt, ''I'm—'' She gasped and his lips attached to her clit, sucking harshly, ''I'm sorry—''

''Mhm,'' Draco couldn't hold it back. Her pussy was addicting to him. Feeling as her body twitched and she squirmed at his touch, ''That's my fucking job, touching this cunt is mine to do, and don't you dare do it again.''

''My cunt,'' He stated again, letting his tongue lap over her clit, repeatedly, ''My witch and my fucking cunt.''

She arched her spine, her hands settled on the ceramics behind her, fingers curling around the edges, ''Yes, yes —'' Isla moaned out, her voice breathy, ''Whatever you want, just don't stop.''

Draco grinned against her, rolling his tongue across her pussy, ''Yeah?'' He mumbled, ''Are you my witch, Clarke?'' His teeth scraping over her clit, ''Are you my witch to fuck, to please — hell, to fucking destroy however I want?''

Moaning out, she flung forward, her fingers balling into his hair. Her insides tickling.

''Are you my little whore? Someone I can fuck as I please? Can I fuck you senseless, Clarke?'' He kept on going, tracing his hand towards her as her knee slipped off his shoulder, ''Whenever I want?''

Draco stood up, towering over her as his hand cupped between her thighs and her head tilted back to look at him, ''Are you my fucking whore, Clarke? Is this my cunt to play with?''

Nodding, her nails dug into his arm, pulling him closer to her in a heartbeat as she felt his fingers thrust inside her, ''Yes—''

''Good girl,'' Draco smirked devilishly. He reached behind her, unhooking her bra.

Stretching up as he bent down, he kissed her, allowing her to feel the taste of herself. Quickening the pace with his fingers, she couldn't hold it together anymore.

His skin lathered in sweat.

The knot in her lower stomach was on the far edge of rupturing, and her whole world felt as if it shattered in front of her, ''Malfoy, I—''

''Do it,'' Draco rasped, catching her moans in his mouth, ''Fall apart on my fingers, Clarke. Let yourself go and let me fucking ruin you.''

Euphoria ripped her apart, chasing her high so desperately, ''Fuck, I can't—'' Her eyes rolling back, and her body shook out of control.

Malfoy felt as she was torn apart, her pussy clenching around his fingers, and her breaths heaved uncontrollably, ''There you go, fucking whore. Bet it feels good knowing what I can do to you, yeah?''

Isla's legs fell off the counter, her head dipped to his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her, feeling how exhausted she was, ''You did so good for me, Clarke.''

Tears rolled down her cheeks in the aftermath of her orgasm, splitting her in two from the inside. Draco caught her jaws in his palms, and he tipped her head away, staring down at her as his thumb brushed the tears off her skin.

''Are you okay?'' A flash of humanity showed as his brows knitted, feeling concerned, ''Are you sure you want to do this?''

Draco craved her. He starved to force himself inside her and feel as her cunt fluttered around him, but he couldn't help to be worried for her too.

She wasn't used to this — he knew that.

''Yes,'' Brushing a strand of hair from her face as she spoke, ''I want you.''

''Fuck—'' His lips mangled with hers again, he kissed her upper lip, ''You can't fucking say that to me, knowing what I'll do to you.''

Isla smiled shyly, pushing her exhaustion aside, ''Then do it,'' Her voice thin, ''Have me in all the ways you crave to have me.'' Tucking his hands underneath her thighs, he sheeted her legs around his waist, lifting her close to him.

Draco carried her into the shower, stepping into the glass cube.

Isla's spine struck the tile wall, and he pushed his lips to hers, kissing her mightily.

''Fucking hell—'' He groaned, feeling his erection painfully throbbing against her, ''Do you want my cock inside you?''

His arm reached behind her as he turned the water on, allowing it to soak their bodies.

She pushed herself up around him, lengthening herself to kiss him again, ''I do,'' Her fingers running down his chest, over his shoulders, ''I want all of you inside me.''

Malfoy threaded his hand in between them, gripping his cock as he pumped his fist around it, and he felt as her body shuddered at his tip, teasing her entrance, ''My fucking cunt—'' Draco pushed into her, heedlessly.

Both of them moaned out, thundery.

The second he did — the very instant his cock filled her up to the brim, his touch turned gentle. Isla could feel his hands holding her as they softened over her skin.

It felt to her as if he became emotional. As if he cared for her somehow, knowing that it was their first time doing this — he didn't want to be violent with her.

Bucking his hips into hers, she shivered at the warmth of the water flooding across them fused with the cold tile-covered wall behind her.

Isla's eyes hooked in his as she slowly slackened herself over him before pulling up, matching his dick as he pounded into her.

''Take it, Clarke,'' Draco moaned, trapping her lower lip in between his teeth, ''Take every inch I'm giving to you.''

She was so tight around him. He could barely move, ''That's it, take all of me—fuck—just a little more.''

Beginning to push harder, she whined out, and it felt like music to his ears, ''A little more — there you go, so fucking tight.''

''You fit me well—'' Isla countered, twisting her fingers in the blond strands of his hair, her heart fluttering at the way pearls gathered on his lashes, and he held onto her, forcing his cock in and out of her.

Making her bounce above him, he kissed her, ''So fucking sweet for me,'' Draco mumbled, his jaws clenched every time she gasped out, ''So good with my cock buried inside you.''

She was mesmerizing to him like this — trying to hold herself together as he fucked her. The water steaming around them, her wet hair smeared to her face, her lashes battling. He couldn't look away from her, if so, his life depended on it.

Malfoy knew he wouldn't last long — from what she'd done before to her being so hot and slick around him. He couldn't hold it back.

''Malfoy—'' Isla whined, her nails scratching down his back as her head fell to his shoulder, ''I'm—''

''Don't call me that—'' Draco raised his speed, slamming into her mercilessly, his cock stretching her, the tip of him hitting her sweet spot with every thrust, ''Say it—''

Her breaths hotly on his skin, the water smattering to the ground echoed along with her moans, filling the bathroom, ''What—'' She frowned, but her scowling quickly faded at the feeling of him fucking her wildly, ''What are you—''

''My name, Clarke,'' Draco nearly begged her now, impatient on the fine line of finishing, ''Say it—''

She didn't. She couldn't.

"Clarke—fuck—just say it—please."

Isla couldn't hold herself, and she came. Her insides crumbling as stars prickled in her eyes as her orgasm stormed through her, ''Fuck, Draco—'' She whimpered, clasping onto him.

It shook him violently.

Her moaning his name as he felt her drip around him, ''Again, Clarke—'' He kept his pace, fucking her through her high while chasing his own, ''Say it.''

Growing impatient, he grunted, "Please—fuck, Clarke, just say it—"

Taking her a minute to clear back to being, she let his jaws rest in her palms, and she stared into the icing eyes he carried, ''Come for me,'' She whispered, her lips brushing against his, ''Please, come for me. Let me feel you, Draco—''

Malfoy came just as undone as she did. Filling her up with his seed, his body trembling, ''Fuck, Clarke—'' It took him seconds as he let her spine collide with the wall, his hand settled on the tile to keep himself on two feet.

She couldn't help to react to how he came inside her — being so used with Theodore pulling out at the last minute, ''Draco, you—''

''I know,'' He heaved, his chest rose and fell roughly as his forehead tipped to her collarbone, ''I want it there. You're my witch, Clarke, and I want you to keep every last piece of me inside you.''

Hearing how she stayed silent, Draco looked up at her. His sight severe, ''I have a spell, to protect you from it, but don't ever expect me to not come inside you, Clarke. I belong there.''

Isla nodded. She lowered herself in his arms as he pulled out of her, letting her down on two feet again. Malfoy noticed her legs as they shook, her knees weak, and he felt bad. Terrible, to say at least as his mind caught hers, and he could feel how she wished to leave.

How she didn't know if she was supposed to go or stay put with him, and he sighed loudly, ''Clarke,'' He earned her attention, her neck curving to look up at him, ''Stay with me tonight?''

Doubtful as she was, Isla looked away, water still pouring over her as the surroundings held gloomily, ''I don't know—'' Clearing her throat, ''Is it a good idea?''

''Clarke,'' Draco said again, harsher now, his voice laced with force, and his fingers brushed over her cheek, ''You don't have to do that. You don't have to doubt me. I'm a fucking idiot, I know, but I'm trying.''

Her jaws clenching, indecisive, she huffed out faintly, ''If I do, will you tell me why you were with that girl earlier?''

His brows twitching, lifting one of them, ''Clarke, for fucks—'' Throwing his head back, he groaned out, annoyingly, ''Fine. She wondered where Nott was. He didn't tell her he was leaving, and that's why she came here. I wasn't going to fuck her if that's what you're thinking.''

A feverish color shaded her skin, and she pushed her lips together, pinching her eyes shut. Isla felt so embarrassed, ''I'm sorry—''

''Don't—'' Draco hissed, his palm covering her jaw, ''I have done things, cruel things, and I understand—''

''No—'' Isla cut him short, shaking her head as pearls of water fled around them, ''Don't do that. I'm a big girl, Malfoy. I know when I should apologize and not. It's not fair of me to always presume the worst of you.''

Malfoy scoffed underneath his breath, mockingly, ''My name, Clarke.''

Her eyes snapped, staring at him shockingly, ''You don't have to — If you're not comfortable with me saying your name, I won't. I didn't mean to pressure you into it.''

''Stay with me tonight.'' He fired back, rolling his tongue on the inside of his cheek as he closed in on her, his chest nudging hers, ''I'm not asking.''

''Fine—'' Her lips curled, a smile tugged in the corners of her mouth, ''I'll stay.''

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It didn't take Malfoy long to fall asleep. He was just as exhausted as she was, both of them drained and tired.

Isla laid next to him, seeing how the moonlight illuminated the floor from the midnight hour, and she shifted around, hearing how he'd fallen asleep.

But she couldn't. She couldn't sleep.

It felt chaotic inside her, feeling as her mind was clouded by everything, and she couldn't help but think about Theodore.

He'd been gone for a month, without as much as a word. Even if she was free to do as she pleased — she couldn't resist feeling bad.

It nagged within her, knowing that she felt something for the boy sleeping next to her when she at the same time missed the boy who wasn't there.

Her eyes scanning the darkness as her fingers traced over the books on Malfoy's nightstand. It made her smile, shyly and she pushed herself up, gripping one of the books to flip through.

Isla didn't quite see the letters sheeting the paper, but she squinted, trying to make out the printed words. Letting down the novel she held, she picked another up, and she studied the cover.

Noticing nearly immediately that something caused the frame to poke out a bit, and she folded the spine wide.

Her eyes broadened, her breath turned shallowly as she watched the letter she'd dropped a few weeks prior.

Her letter.

It had been ripped open. Draco had read her letter.

Feeling as her veins iced, she shot a swift look over her shoulder, looking down at Malfoy as he rested heavily before she stared, frighteningly back at the paper.

Her fingers shaking as she grasped at it, dragging the sheet out from the envelope, and tears prickled in her eyes.

It felt like her heart missed a beat.

She thought it was from her mother. It had slipped her mind. Isla believed that her mother would send her another one after Draco told her he'd lost the one he failed to give back to her.

Reaching for her wand, twisting it in her fist, causing an icing light to score from it, allowing her to see what was written, and she couldn't stop the tears from rolling down her pale cheeks.

Her chest tightened. A lump in the back of her throat formed as she read what he'd sent her.

'Isla.

I'm sorry for walking out on you like I did. You didn't deserve that. You didn't deserve anything of what I did to you, but I will make it right. I promise. Just know that I miss you, pretty girl.

— Theodore.'

Isla felt as if she couldn't breathe, sensing as if daggers ripped through her lungs with every breath she seized.

She never wrote him back.

She received that letter three weeks ago, and she never wrote him back.

Sobbing into the palm of her hand, she tried to muffle the sounds, not to wake Draco. Even if all she craved to do was to yell at him, cuss him out for what he'd been holding from her — she held herself from doing so.

Instead, she stood up. Her body trembled as she pulled her skirt up over her legs, wrapping her sweater over her chest with the letter still firmly scrunched in her hand — she didn't bother to make herself look presentable.

No one was supposed to be awake at this hour.

Isla strode over the floor, looking back at the blond as her hand sealed around the doorknob, and she shoved the door wide.

Feeling verity as it crumbled, she closed the door, leaning her spine against it to catch her stressed breaths. Isla hugged the letter to her chest, wiping the tears off with the sleeve of her shirt and just as she meant to march down the corridor.

Her eyes snapped to the figure approaching her — she flinched back, and it sensed as if her heart had been ripped out of her chest.

Her hair still tousled and wet, her clothes messily glued to her body, and tears stained her cheeks — a doubtful cloak took over her, her eyes dashed in disbelief.

It looked like she'd seen a ghost. Someone she wasn't meant to meet, and she panicked. Isla felt the tears as they rimmed along her eyelids.

Her lower lip was quivering. A shaky breath passed, and she had to collect all the strength left inside her to speak the name of the figure as he walked closer.

''Theodore?''

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