Mature content ahead, along with the mentions of drugs. Please read with caution.

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Isla groaned quietly to herself as she felt the warmth of his body next to hers. He never seemed homely to her. She never thought of Draco as a person she'd seek the amount of comfort in as she did now.

He wasn't like this with her. Usually, he would leave straight after they slept together, or sneak out once she'd fallen asleep, or they fought each other until one of them stormed away. They never had this. They never just slept next to each other, as if it was a normal thing to do.

It got her thinking if he'd perhaps fallen asleep by mistake out of the exhaustion he carried, but that couldn't be the case since he'd gone downstairs after they were done, to clean up the burnt pasta. He even brought her sandwiches and juice up to make up for the fact that he didn't let her eat the meal he cooked.

Then he laid down, next to her. He mocked her a bit for chewing the way she did, and then he wrapped a stiff arm around her. She fell asleep with his lips against her forehead and one of her legs as they crossed his waist. He didn't mind it.

He certainly wouldn't admit to it, but he enjoyed having her there.

Malfoy didn't cherish being alone. Not that he had much of a choice, but it was pleasant not being lonely for a few days. He would have to send her back to school today. He knew he had to. It was Sunday, and she'd been gone long enough as it was.

He just hoped, somewhere, that she would come back for him.

The very second she peeled her lashes wide, she saw him. She watched and scanned the tiny twitches in his eyebrows, the little flicker his lashes made, how his chest rose and fell beneath the covers. The muscle in his jaw ticked. She liked that, looking at him.

It took all of her to sneak into the bathroom, brushing her teeth and combing her hair before she was right back. Lying next to him and peering up at him.

''What did we say about that, Clarke?'' Draco mumbled, his tone throaty, as it came straight from his chest. He moved his body to the side, ''Don't look at me.''

Isla blushed. Her cheeks burnt as she tucked her nose into his chest, ''As if you didn't watch me sleep last night.''

''I did,'' He fired, sighing out a yawn, ''How could I not?''

It didn't make the feverish shade spread any less across her skin. She shifted around herself, her spine leveling his chest as she pushed her arm underneath her pillow. Her heart beat a little faster now, ''See. You can't really blame me for doing— oh?''

Malfoy rolled his tongue over the inside of his cheek as one of his hands found the curve of her waist, and he brought her right back against him, ''Mhm.''

She smiled into her pillow, feeling the rush of excitement as it flourished within her. The way that blond boy caused her to feel when he was soft with her was everything. It made her feel special, worthy of his feelings.

''Mhm, what?'' She breathed. It turned harder to do so — breathe as she felt his grip tightening, and he brought her even closer, ''Draco...''

''Clarke?'' His voice was hard again. She would be lying if she said she didn't like how it rasped at the vocals he was speaking. He was breathing close to her ear, lingering over her neck for moments before his lips pressed against her.

Isla moaned out softly to how he was kissing her bare shoulders, down the blades of them, and back up. The sun began to seep in between the curtains, and the dawn climbed over the treetops.

''Damn it, Clarke,'' His notes were so low, so low that it shook her, ''Fuck—''

''What?'' She smiled, pushing against him a bit. His fist found her hair, and he brushed it aside before he tugged her head back, making her neck arch over his shoulder, ''Draco—''

''It's barely morning, and you're already so sweet for me...'' Draco hummed against her ear, letting his teeth graze across the shell of it. She could feel how hard he was pressing against her. She could barely breathe, ''You're one sweet witch, Clarke. Let me tell you that.''

The mark he'd caused her the night before caught his attention. He grinned, biting his lower lip at how good she looked with his initials carved into that soft place right below her collarbone. It made it hard to focus.

Isla could feel how the tension thickened around them. The heat of their bodies below the same cover steamed. She couldn't stand against it. She couldn't stand against him. He was just as addicting to her as she was to him.

The very instant she felt his lips on her skin again, the warmth of his body, the hoarse groans he gave. She couldn't hold it back.

''Again?'' Malfoy mumbled into her ear, sliding his hand over her stomach, ''I'm not sure you can take more of me, Clarke.''

''I want more,'' Isla arched her back, pushing tighter against him as he still laid behind her. She could rupture at how he was teasing at the hem of her underwear, ''Please.''

Draco grunted, lowly and he tucked one arm underneath her chest, gently cupping her breast with it. The other traveled up and down her stomach. He had her in such a hold now that she could barely move.

''You should be resting,'' Draco grinned against the back of her head, slipping his fingers below the lace material of her underwear, and she gasped, her body tensing close to his the very instant he came in contact with her clit, ''You need to rest, Clarke.''

''Yeah?'' Isla nearly moaned, huffing sweetly at his touch and the circles he made, ''What if I don't want to sleep?''

Chuckling darkly, Malfoy let his teeth nibble over her shoulder, teasing her, ''Then I have a few things in mind for you.''

''Draco!'' Her eyes almost rolled to the back of her head. It was something special with the tension they held, ''Fuck—''

He let his middle finger inside her as far as he could reach from the position they were in. Her spine tightly pushed against his chest and his arms wrapped around her. Isla spread her tight a bit further apart, allowing him more of her, ''Yes, yes, yes, right there.''

''Mhm? Right there, yeah?'' Draco growled, nearly moaning himself at the way she was moving, ''Fuck, you are soaked already.''

Isla couldn't even hear him properly. Her mind wasn't working further than to what his hand was doing to her. He moved steadily in and out of her, curling his finger right where it would have her shaking. His thumb brushed across her clit every now and then, and she couldn't focus.

''Yeah, there you go...'' Draco muttered, nibbling at her earlobe, ''Be my beautiful girl and let me feel you.''

Isla reached her hands over her head, tangling her fingers into his blond messy strands, and it didn't take long until she was a moaning mess under his touch. Her hips spasmed. Her breathing leveled heavier, and she gasped his name repeatedly. It was music to his ears, a never-ending orchestra.

''Now I want you to do exactly that,'' Draco withdrew his touch from her core, forcing his hand down between them and loosening his throbbing erection from his boxers as he pushed the material aside.

Taking his cock in his hand and Isla moved with him. She was still facing away from him, her back pressed against his front as she lifted her thigh, giving him everything he could need from her.

''To think I can never get enough of you,'' Draco hissed as he dragged his cock up and down her soaked slit. Teasing by pushing forward and creating unbearable friction against her clit, ''I thought that after last night, we'd be good to go for a while, but fuck— how damn wrong I was.''

Isla exhaled, thundery. She couldn't shape a word at the pleasure he put her through even if she wished to do so. She simply whined. Her body shaking.

Pushing into her, a bit at the time, he bit down her shoulder again, needing to ease his own tension, ''You're like a fucking drug, Clarke. Like a perfect, flawless line of heroin on a sparkling mirror.''

Draco moved his hand over her hip, giving the leg she'd lifted more support, ''You just want to blow it up, to use it like you fucking please and drown in the pleasure of it but at the same time you can't fucking stop watching that perfect, measured line you've poured and suddenly you're lost. Stuck in a battle between lust and need.''

Isla threw her head back, tensing her fingers into his hair as he fucked her underneath his covers. It was hard. He fucked her roughly yet with so much passion. It was intimate, emotional. His body moved with hers — her body obeyed his.

''You want to use that perfect line, to take advantage of it and get yourself high and lost in the thrill of it, but at the same time you want to admire it, to watch it and to think about all the ways it will fuck you up.'' Draco was speaking so low to her, plunging his cock in and out of her, forcing her body to take what he gave, ''That's how it feels, being with you. You own me, Clarke. You're the most chronic drug I've ever tasted, and I'm the worst type of addict when it comes to you.''

Isla whimpered, her fingers clawing at his neck now, ''Draco, please—''

He pushed harder. Forced his cock deeper, reached further.

''And not to speak about this fucking cunt...'' He moaned, drawing his tongue along the arch of her neck, ''I can't really blame Nott for being as hooked as I am, can I?''

She breathed out. Her eyes rolling, her back curling, ''Please. I can't take it—''

''One taste of this, and you're fucking hitched. No wonder you have us both wrapped around your fingers.'' The hand supporting her leg slid lower until the back of her knee rested in the curve of his elbow, and he spaced her thighs more, diving into her depths and losing his mind over how hot and tight she was around him.

''Draco, I'm—''

He was relieved by that. He could barely hold himself together at the tension between them, the fusion and mix of need and thirst of their bodies. Draco slowed his movements, not bucking his hips as roughly anymore, and she was close. So close.

''Fucking hell, Clarke—'' He groaned against her shoulder again, burying his head into the soft spot of her neck. He came the second he felt her pulsating around him. The instant he felt her release around him, he came just as crashing down as she'd done.

Breathing heavily, he pulled out, rolling over to his back as he dragged her worn body to follow. It was a moment, if so a short, little one, where her cheek rested against his chest, and his lips pushed into the top of her head. That tiny moment felt good. It felt calm and reassuring to both of them.

They weren't good at this. The only times they spilled their feelings to the other were in complete chaos. When they were yelling and fighting, but this spoke so much louder than their words ever could.

Even though they didn't mind their chaotic feelings for the other and all the madness it brought, a moment like this one wasn't hurting them. It was well-needed.

''I'll make you breakfast,'' His body cooled, shooting a swift look at the nightdress she'd arrived in as it splayed like a mess over the floor, ''You can take whatever you need from my closet.''

The emotion he held for her slipped between her fingers as he sat up, sighing out, and just like that — it was cold around her again.

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Isla took a shower, looking through the things in his closet before she threaded a large t-shirt over her head, allowing it to fall over her upper body. She nervously tugged at the edges of it as she stared at herself in the bathroom mirror.

She needed to go soon. Theodore was coming back to school in a few days, and she promised she'd be there when he did. He was gone a bit longer this time. Usually, he was away for a weekend, perhaps a day or two, but now he was meant to be missing for five whole days.

Not that she didn't adore the time she'd spent with Draco, she did. Isla wished she didn't have to leave, but reality slowly caught up to her, and she needed to go back. Theodore needed her, and even if she was more than fine right here, Isla missed him. She missed him so much.

He'd told her not to worry when he left. He told her to go see Malfoy, to take care of herself and not to miss him too much as he kissed her goodbye. Isla hated those kisses he gave when he said goodbye. She absolutely loathed them because she wasn't sure when she'd feel him again.

But she'd be lying if she said they hadn't grown on her, both of the two boys, and it made her question the outcome where she had to choose between them.

Stepping into the kitchen, she smiled as she watched Draco pour hot boiling water into two cups, so focused on his doings that he didn't look up at her.

''Honey and not sugar, right?'' Draco mumbled, gripping the edge of the counter, bending over it a bit.

''Right...'' Her gaze fell upon the kitchen. He'd cleaned it well. Not a trace of them or what they'd done in there was left behind. He made it all go away. She snapped her neck, looking at him now, ''Wait, how did you—''

Draco didn't answer. He simply smirked shyly to himself. His sight was still glued at the mugs as he felt the scent of her linger again — what that sugared scent of freshly cut flowers did to him. It was almost too sugary, too sweet to enjoy but not on her. She was the sweetest poison to him.

Malfoy pushed the cup across the table, still staring down at his own, and it turned quiet. It was as they both wished to say something, but neither had the courage to do so. So they stood there in utter silence for moments, breathing what they'd hope would be the beginning of something, in.

''So, I'll leave—''

''I have a date tonight.''

Isla stared at him now. Her eyes were broad, and her brows lifted in surprise. She barely grasped a word that fled his throat, ''What?''

Malfoy swallowed, hard and thick, tracing the cup up to his lips, and Isla almost hoped he'd burn his tongue so that he would stop taking. He caught the break in her vocals, the confusion mixed with hurt. He damned himself for doing this to her.

''Yeah...'' Sipping on his tea, he finally faced her gaze as he placed the cup back at the table, ''I have a date.''

''You— you have a date? Tonight?'' Isla repeated, taking a step back from the counter between them. She looked away, quickly as her jaws clenched, ''Then I guess congratulations are in order.''

''Clarke...'' He sighed, his head dropping to between his shoulders. His hands tensing at the edges of the wood. It was bright outside. The spring sun climbed the horizon, yet it hadn't felt chillier to her, ''It's not—''

''It's not what?'' She was trying. She was trying so hard not to lash out. To contain herself and breathe past the situation, she'd normally shout and yell her way through, ''It's not like you have a date?''

''It's not like you have someone waiting for you back at school?'' Draco fired back, realizing what he said too late.

Isla shut her eyes for a second, taking a deep breath, ''You can't do that anymore. You can't use him as an excuse to behave however you like. You said that you didn't care if I needed him too, and I do. I do need him, and you know it. You were well aware of what you took on, Draco.''

Raising a brow, his lips parted. He wasn't prepared for her to be mature. He was expecting her to cuss him out for what he'd spoken, ''I didn't mean—''

Isla backed further. She wasn't upset. She wasn't bothered that he indeed had a date, but she needed time to process it — just like he'd taken time to adjust to her and Theodore by shutting her out.

Turning away, she nodded. She didn't know what she nodded to or for. She simply did. As if she agreed with herself, ''I need to get going, but thank you—'

''Clarke.''

''You said that we didn't stand a chance, Draco.'' Isla looked at him again. There wasn't an emotion that played on her features, ''Then you said you need me and that I own you, and now you're going on a date.''

Draco's teeth gritted. Coming to the conclusion that he messed up again. He was close. He was so close to having her, and he let it slip from in front of him.

''I'm happy for you,'' She forced the most fraud smile he'd ever seen, and she tore their contact in two, ''But I really need to get going.''

''Clarke.''

''Thank you for letting me in, Draco.'' She kept that smile, and it caused something to ache within him. He didn't want to do this to her. He didn't want to hurt her as he'd done, but he couldn't lie. He didn't want to lie to her.

''Wait, Clarke!''

Isla didn't. She marched up to his room, finding her wand and flicking it. She fled again. Isla always fled when it turned a bit too heavy. She ever so found a back door to sneak out of, a loophole to use.

Her feet struck the floor of her room back at Hogwarts as she stumbled back. Falling onto her bed and all she wished to do was cry. Isla just wanted to cry. She barely cried anymore. It made her numb. All of it caused her to feel reserved and controlled within herself.

But she didn't. She didn't cry. She raised to her feet, got dressed, and she walked out, going to one of her best friend's rooms and staying in there for hours. She and Mila barely had any chance of spending time together anymore.

Isla guessed it was the trial haunting the Ravenclaw girl. She knew Leo was deep within trouble, and she wanted to do all she could to help him, but Mila was helpless. She couldn't do a thing. They just laid on her bed, laughing and complaining and talking about everything they had been through the months since school started.

They needed that, a little moment of peace in the tumult around them.

It wasn't until late, as dinner had passed and the clock ticked closer to seven, she returned to her dorm. Leo snuck his way into Mila's room for the night, and Isla wasn't too fond of the idea of being alone, but she believed she would manage. Rather her sleeping in loneliness than them.

She turned her shower on, ready to wash the remaining scent of Draco as it still stuck to her hair and skin. She didn't want to miss him. She was so mad, yet she wasn't. She understood. She had both her feet plain and bored to earth, but it nagged. It nagged, it chewed, and it stung with her as she sought not to think about him.

He was going on a date. He slept with her, and he was seeing someone else. Her own fault, she rolled her eyes at the reflection staring back at her in the mirror before she looked away. She was disappointed in herself. She had her chance to ask him to wait, and she didn't take it.

Isla messed up as badly as he did.

''You ran away with my shirt.''

She froze. Her body stilled, and her eyes snapped right over her shoulder in the mirror. She cursed lowly to herself. Her lips parting as she dragged her shirt over her exposed chest, glaring at him, ''I thought you were expelled.''

''I am,'' Draco tilted his head, raising his brows in a quick move to how she was standing in nothing but a button-up shirt, ''Nothing that hasn't stopped me before.''

She rolled her eyes. Feeling how he was taunting her, and Isla wouldn't do less than to mock him right back, ''You'll get in so much trouble if they find out that you're here—''

''They better not find out then, do they?'' He chewed on his inner cheek, eyeing her up and down both in the mirror and from behind. Folding his arms across his chest, his shoulder struck the doorpost, ''You've always been good at keeping secrets.''

She still stood with her back against him, and instead of pulling her shirt further up — Isla let it slid down her arms slowly. It dropped like a feather to the floor, and it left him gulping, ''I have,'' She said coldly. Her fingers combed through her hair, happy that the only light brightening up the room was the side lamp next to her bed.

After a moment, she turned to the shower, pointing at it, ''I'd invite you, but you have a date to get to.''

He looked at her provokingly. He knew exactly what she was doing, ''Clarke.''

Isla shook her head, stepping into the cube and closing the door behind her. She let the heated water wash over her as she caught him groaning, and not even a minute passed till she felt his damned hands snaking their way around her waist. She sighed.

''I do have a date,'' He mumbled, pressing his body against the back of hers, ''But something more important got in the way.''

The water splattered around them, hitting the ground forcefully. She smiled at his words, ''Is that so?''

''It is, and not that it would have been a hell of date anyway. It's a business deal. I told you about what my father left behind, Clarke. I still have responsibilities.'' Draco huffed, hard and waveringly. He didn't like speaking about his family, she could tell, ''I had to take her to this ball in order to propose a few changes with the ministry, but I'd rather take this other girl instead. Someone... more important.''

A little at the time, she let her body cave into his, the back of her head tipping to rest against his bare chest, ''Really? Someone you stand a chance with? Perhaps?''

''We're back to that, yeah?'' Draco groaned into her ear, lingering above her shoulder, ''I did say that we didn't stand a chance, Clarke, but then I let you in on how you ruined me for everyone else. That should count for something.''

If he only knew how much that mattered to her, how roughly her heart was pounding within the cage of her chest as he reached for her soap, pouring a dot in his hand and taking it to her shoulders, ''So what do you say, miss Clarke? Do you want to go to a very boring, very eventless ball with me?''

Isla huffed out a chuckle, turning around in his arms and facing him instead. His hair was slightly damp. His skin had pearls of water-stained on it. She smiled, ''I would, but Miss Clarke doesn't have time to get a dress—''

Draco smirked, arching his spine and brushing his lips to hers, ''Then it's a good thing that there's a dress hanging on your closet,'' He took her bottom lip in between his teeth, enjoying the way her body moved with his as he admitted to buying yet another dress for her.

''Draco...'' Isla breathed, her fingers dragged down his flexing back, ''Are you sure? You can take her if it's important to you—''

''I wouldn't want that dress to go to waste, Clarke.'' He quirked a brow, staring her down now as the steam around them thickened, ''It's yours as long as you let me rip it off you when we get back.''

She gasped at his hands as they gripped her by her throat, rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck. He grinned. Speaking into her mouth, ''Now hurry up, Clarke. As much as I enjoy being here with you, I'd like to get that bloody dinner over with so we can go home and have... dessert.''

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