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Isla tilted her head back, downing the bottle she'd sipped on for the past two hours.

Her spine crashed against the frame of the sofa she was sitting in front of, staring blankly into the fire as it sparked. Tiny flames slightly curled up over the wood she'd blazed up.

It was in the middle of spring, and there was no need to start a fire. The house was warmed up enough as it was — yet she started one every day. She liked it. It felt nice, warm, and homely when she did.

Her father used to do the same thing. He used to light the fireplace up even in the summers. He said he enjoyed the smell of it, the smoke of the wood as it flamed, and the sound of the sparks as they mirrored.

She liked it too, and it seemed to her like Theodore and Draco didn't mind.

Theo had asked her why she did that. He nestled up to her on the couch one night, and he stayed with her as she watched it burn. At the same time, Draco grew a bit nervous around the flames.

He didn't say why, and she didn't ask. She knew she wouldn't get much of an answer anyway.

So she sat there, with her head against the seat of the couch, her knees dragged up to her chest on the floor. The bottle was still in her hand, and she closed her eyes. Breathing out in the moment of peace she got.

Everything had been happening so fast around them. She had so much to think about, so much she needed to work through. Still, everything she did was keep pushing it away.

She continued to bury herself in other matters, not to manage the ones she truly needed to handle.

Isla exposed herself to Draco. She revealed the truth of her being a Weasley, and he wanted to kill her, then he left. He left her for a whole month, and she never processed it, because when he got back — she was thrown into the madness of Azkaban, and then she was struck by a curse that hit her so hard that she couldn't do anything but faint.

The second she woke up, Leo left, and now — now there she was, with a bottle of alcohol in her hand, in nothing but Theo's t-shirt and underwear as usual.

She didn't have time to process one single thing. Didn't want to. She felt like she wasn't ready to let reality in just yet, and deal with the after-effects of what had happened.

She knew that she and Draco needed to have a conversation. They needed to speak about what she'd been holding in for so long, and even if he'd carved the letter 'W' next to her name, she still felt like it should be addressed.

He'd been different around her the past couple of days.

Perhaps it was the fact that he had left her and Theodore in bed the night they slept next to each other, walked out as he woke up before them. Perhaps he was uncomfortable that she couldn't choose. Maybe he hated her for keeping them both close.

Perhaps he didn't want to do this anymore.

What Isla didn't know was the fact that Draco didn't know what to feel. He just felt for her. He didn't know what to think. All he could think about was her.

He was indeed acting differently because he couldn't tell her what he'd done.

Draco didn't want to tell her that he loved her, that he was so in love with her that he gave up the two years he'd spent avenging his family name. He burnt his house down to let them go. He leveled it with the ground, watching as it flamed in fire, all because he didn't know how else to let go of them.

He didn't know how to fully be with her if he didn't.

Draco was a mess.

All he wanted was to tell her, to tell her that he'd given up the lasting pieces of himself for her, that he would continue to do so without question. That he would take her to any treehouse in the middle of the night, that he'd catch her no matter where she tried to jump from.

Even if he at times believed her to be mental, he loved her even more because of it.

It felt to Draco as if he'd finally found someone as breaking as him, someone as shattered and worn, someone with a soul so heavy that it made him feel lighter.

If he helped her carry hers, he wouldn't think about his own.

Perhaps they could be those two people that all love stories ever so spoke about, the set of souls so torn of their own, that they made a whole together.

He didn't know, and he hated himself for it.

He felt weak, pathetic.

He wanted to say sorry. He wanted to apologize. He wanted to flee back in time and take everything he'd ever done to her back. He wanted to be better, to be someone he knew she needed.

Malfoy wanted to give her everything and not be the person who took it all away.

Isla sighed silently to herself as she thought about the blond boy who just, a couple of hours ago, had kissed her in the kitchen.

He didn't do that often anymore. It felt to her like he didn't want to. She wanted to.

If she could, she'd spend all her time kissing the both of them, all the time, never stopping. She'd pour her heart and soul over them, let them drain her of everything she was if it meant that she could be with them both forever.

Isla loved both of her boys so much that it ached her heart when her mind crossed them.

She bent forward, pathing the bottle to her lips again, and she drank. She couldn't focus as she sat there, torturing herself within the walls of her own head.

''Hi, you.'' Theodore's voice came unexpectedly from the doorway. He stood with his shoulder merged with the wood, looking at her.

She smiled as she saw him, feeling safe with his eyes locked on her. Isla's sight slightly hooded from what she'd poured down her throat, ''Hi, you.''

''And what are you doing?'' Theodore mumbled. His stare snapped to the clear bottle in her lap.

Isla looked down at it, seeing that it was empty, ''Nothing...''

''Yeah?'' He stepped into the room, walking all the way up to her before he reached down for the bottle, taking it up to see what she'd been drinking, ''Really?''

Isla grinned, her cheeks stained in a nuance of pink, ''I was just... throwing it away.''

Slipping down onto the sofa, his hand stretched out for her jaw, and he angled her face to kiss her. Tasting the bitterness of what she'd consumed.

''Mhm. I can feel that.'' He said as he pulled away, giving her a raised brow, ''Just throwing it away, yeah?''

Isla blushed at the kiss, stopping his hand as he withdrew, and she kept it latched on her jaw. Reaching for him, she kissed him again, making him bend over to level her.

Theodore groaned silently at the kiss, and it didn't take long until he dragged her up with him. Tossing the bottle aside and he placed her on his lap.

Straddling him, she bucked herself closer instantly. Holding him close with their lips melted together, his hands moving down over her jaw.

''Just throwing it away—'' She mumbled.

Her fingers tangled into his curls as he leaned back, ''You're in a good mood,'' Theodore rasped out, feeling her mouth as it left hot, wet kisses down his jaw, over to his ear, ''Isla—''

''I am,'' She whispered, right over the shell of his ear, lightly biting down the lobe of it, ''I'm in a mood for you.''

Theodore tipped his head back, and it struck the backrest. His eyes early rolled at how she was bucking herself over him. Her body was glued to his.

''Do you want to talk about it?'' He grunted, tensing his grip on her hips.

She shook her head, causing her hair to drape chaotically around them, ''I don't want to talk, Theo.''

''Isla...'' He tried to tame her, to take her body in his arms and still her above him, ''You're drunk.''

She arched back, staring at him through the dizziness of her eyes, and he made her smirk, tilting her head to the side, and she peered up at him sweetly, ''Then make me sober.''

Clicking his tongue, he gave a sound that was heard as a low grunt, like something she said provoked him, ''Right now?''

Isla nodded, ''Make me sober, I'd still be in a mood for you no matter—'' Leaning in again, her nails clawed at his shoulders. She had him tense, ''How drunk or sober I am.''

Theodore had to inhale sharply through his nose not to lose his mind. He'd easily flip them around, have her on her knees with her chest bent over the armrest, screaming his name as he fucked her.

''Yeah?'' He pressed her against him, breathing lowly into her parted lips, ''You'd like that, mhm? You'd like me?''

''Mhm—'' Isla tipped her head back, tightening her thighs around his hips as he dipped down, placing rough kisses over her shoulder where his t-shirt had slipped down, ''I'd love that. I'd love to have you.''

''Right here?'' Gripping her lower back, he did what he'd thought of. He flipped them around, and he had her spine crash against the sofa.

Striving between her legs and covering her mouth with his, he whispered, ''You want me right here? You want me to fuck you right...'' He pushed harder against her, ''Here?''

''Yes—'' She breathed, her fingers traveling to his chest, undoing the buttons of his shirt, ''I want you right here. Now, Theo.''

He aimed to pick his wand out from his back pocket, wishing to get her sober so that she wouldn't make any decisions she would live to regret.

''My filthy little girl... Such a God damn brat.'' Pointing his wand at her head and getting ready to whisper the spell, he mumbled, ''And you're sure? Right here? When Malfoy can walk in and see on us at any—''

''When Malfoy can walk in and see what?''

Theodore rolled his eyes, not even flinching off of her. He was far too used to be interrupted to even react to it anymore.

His neck arched, looking over Isla's head with annoyance as he still hovered the girl. Her hands still clawed at his spine. His unbuttoned shirt hung loosely over them.

Malfoy stood in the doorway, his arms folded over his flexing chest. His fists were balled, tightly so.

He shot Draco a glare like never before, growling lowly, ''When Malfoy can walk in and see us at any time.''

Isla gripped at the collar of his open shirt, dragging him down to shield her trembling body. She saw how his veins popped out of his neck. The seams slithered thickly over his bare skin.

''Walk in on you doing what?'' Draco sent him a glare right back. Jealousy filled the room to its complete brim, ''You fucking her?''

Theo gave him a grimace before he looked back at Isla, pressing a kiss onto her forehead. He leaned back, settling on his knees on the couch, ''Jealous?'' He rose a brow.

Isla propped herself up on her elbows, tilting her head back as she looked at Draco upside down. She had an innocent smile arched on her mouth, ''I'm drunk.''

Draco scoffed silently, ''I can see that.''

A giggle fled her tongue, flipping around to lay on her stomach, ''You can be drunk too if you want.''

Draco looked at the brunet, raising his brows, ''What the fuck did she drink?''

Theo shrugged, smiling down at the girl as she reached for another bottle on the floor, stretching her arm out for Draco to take it, ''Be drunk with me.''

He hesitated for a moment, simply staring at her with broad eyes. The bruises of Theo's lips still soared red on her neck and shoulder. Her hair tousled, and her cheeks flushed. Pink. He loved the color pink on her.

But after his moment of doubt, Draco stepped forward. He snatched the bottle from her grip, and he hunched down over the armchair across from them. Not once did he take his eyes off of her.

Isla rolled around, lying flat on her spine, and she snapped her fingers, making another flask of alcohol appear in her hand from the drinking cart in the far corner of the room.

A surprised look took over Malfoy's face, looking stunned at her.

Theo smirked, repeating the action she'd done, and he said, ''You've been gone for quite a while, Malfoy. She's improving.''

Draco took a sip of his own bottle, spreading his legs as he leaned back, ''I can see that too.'' He lowly spoke, swallowing the bitterness of his drink, ''I just don't know if it's a good thing.''

''Why?'' Isla tilted her head, the side of her face struck the sofa, her hair fell over the edge, ''Am I making you nervous, Draco?''

Malfoy pushed his lips tight, meeting her hooded gaze, ''The only thing making me nervous is if you get too drunk and decide to jump off the God damn balcony again.''

Isla smiled, ''But you'd catch me if I do, right?''

''Don't give her any ideas,'' Theo muttered, tipping his head back and pouring the clear liquor down his throat, ''It's enough madness in this house as it is.''

Isla chuckled as Draco rolled his eyes for a mere second until they were right back on her, ''You know I'd catch you.''

She sat up, ripping the stopper off her bottle, and she drank some more. She gave a sour grimace at the taste. Draco grinned to himself, still surprised that she wasn't used to the alcohol.

And so they went. Isla snapped her fingers at one point, making the radio play music. The fire sparked in sync with it.

For once, the trio actually seemed to enjoy themselves.

For hours and hours, they drank and talked and laughed and spat rude comments towards each other.

Isla didn't do much more than a laugh from time to time, and it wasn't until the alcohol had gone completely over her head she felt confident enough to stand up, but when she did — she saw that drops of liquor had slipped down Theo's chest.

She smirked to herself. Inching close to him, she pressed a hand against the armrest, the other one settled on his thigh. Leaning over, she let her tongue roll over it.

The brunet looked down at her with an amused grin, bucking his hips out and spreading his legs for her to have more room. She didn't stop until she'd taken care of every last drop of alcohol and her lips brushed against his.

''Good girl,'' Theodore cupped his hand, taking her jaw in it, ''Always such a good girl.''

Isla ached at that, hearing how Draco clicked his tongue from across the table. She looked back at him, her eyes soft and craving, watching how he'd bent forward. His wrists rested on his knees, his fingers intertwined and pale at how hard he was clenching them. His shirt nearly ripped over his tense shoulders.

''I want to dance,'' She said, her voice sounding drunk, her words cluttered, ''Anyone wants to join?''

Theodore slowly shook his head. His eyes burned into her as she bent back from him. She turned to face Draco in order to see if he would join her, but the blond did the same. He leaned back, giving her a daring brow.

Isla rolled her eyes at them both. Stepping over to the radio, she turned the music up at the late hour. And then — then she danced.

With the bottle in her hand, she made movements so smooth, her hips lightly swayed, her hands stretched over her head, and she threw her head back, pouring even more alcohol down.

Both of her boys gulped, not really sure of where to look as the t-shirt she was wearing showed a little too much of her thighs.

They wanted to be respectful, yet had neither of them ever wished to treat her with more disrespect.

The music bounced between the walls, but still, it felt so muffled to them, all of them were caught up in the trance of escaping everything around them. They didn't want to feel. They just wanted to be.

Theodore's chest began heaving as he watched her hips move, her toes tripping over the wooden floor, and Draco had to grit his jaws at how her hand was moving down her own frame, sliding over the curve of her waist, across her hip, and then back up.

Both of them had to hold back not to lose it. Not to lose themselves in the thirst of that messy girl as she danced utterly lost in herself.

Isla had her eyes shut, her lips parted, and her hair crossed her shoulders chaotically. She hummed to the tones of the music bolting around her. It was nearly as if she'd forgotten about the two boys still sitting in the room, so head over heel caught in her own mind.

''If you'd danced like that back in school...'' His voice came hot over her neck, shivers ran down her spine at the rasp of it, ''Fucking hell, Clarke.''

She smiled shyly at the arms being wrapped around her waist, slamming her into his firm chest, ''What?'' She whispered, tipping her head back to lean against his shoulder, ''What would you've done?''

''Remember what I said about all the dresses I've gotten you?'' Draco mumbled, still near her ear, his face buried into her wavy strands. He gripped her waist a little harder, ''There wouldn't be a piece of fucking clothing left in your closet. I would've ripped all of it off you.''

''Mhm?'' Isla's lashes fluttered, trying to focus in the dimmed room, ''Why didn't you rip them all off me then? I wouldn't have stopped you. I like you rough.''

Draco sucked in a harsh breath, nearly through his teeth, before he spun her around in his arms. One hand locked over the arch of her jaw while the other traveled down her lower back, gripping her roughly, and he pressed her against him.

His eyes moved wildly over her face, flickering to study every inch of her beautiful details, ''Yeah? You'd like that, wouldn't you? To be handled rough?''

She nodded. Her eyes were so filled with something he couldn't quite place his finger upon. It took him minutes to figure it out, moments where he moved her body with his, holding her tightly against him.

Lust and desire.

His own eyes widened as he saw it, how much she was craving right then and there, how far she wished to go. His lips parted, but before he had a chance to speak — Isla lengthened herself on her toes, and she slammed her mouth to his.

Wild, wet, hot.

Their mouths were open. Their tongues almost battled for territory as they kissed.

Draco couldn't hold back. Didn't want to.

He was turning absolutely feral for the way she kissed him, how their teeth clashed together, and her hands roamed his clothed chest.

Isla didn't spare a minute. She undid the buttons, using one hand just like she'd done with Theodore's shirt a few hours before, and before Draco could even understand what was happening — she leaned back, smirking.

''What—'' He managed, heaving and out of breath, ''Clarke—''

Isla poured the rest of her alcohol over his chest, and she immediately leaned in to lick it up. He gripped her by her hair, groaning as her tongue licked up the mess she'd caused. Every last drop she was decided to catch over his flexing abs before her lips took over, and she kissed her way back up to his mouth.

''Taste,'' She whispered, brushing her lips to his, ''This tastes amazing. I can't wait to taste the rest of you.''

He did. His mouth barred to hers, tasting the liquor she'd both spilled and cleaned up.

''Where is Theo?'' The missing brunet trapped her mind for a second, looking over the couch as Draco kept kissing her, down her jaw, over her shoulder, ''Is he—''

''The bathroom,'' Draco mumbled, ''And if this doesn't lead anywhere when he's back — there's where I have to go too.''

''Draco—''

She shuddered at the bulge in his pants, pressuring upon her, ''I am so fucking hard for you.'' Malfoy murmured, ''So God damn hard for you, all the fucking time.''

Her cheeks burnt, and a silent gasp shifted into a moan at his harsh grip, ''Then don't—'' Isla breathed out. He looked up at her, his eyes snapping across her face, ''You don't... don't go to the bathroom, Draco.''

The corner of his eyes twitched, narrowing ice in her ocean, ''Clarke—''

''I want you...'' Her voice was so silent, yet so filled with force, ''Both of you.''

He didn't have time to make sense of what she'd spoken before her lips were back on his. Crashed and slammed together.

His hands explored everything about her, feeling every inch of her skin as she took her own touch to his chest, sneaking below his undone shirt, and she scratched his skin in desperation.

Both of them fell so utterly lost in each other.

It wasn't until she felt another set of hands on her body, she clocked back to being.

Theodore stepped up behind her, his fingers brushed her tousled hair off her shoulders, and he let it fall over her spine.

Draco kept kissing her jaw down her throat as Theodore kissed the top of her shoulder, over the brim of her neck. They both kissed her shivering skin. Her head tilted back against the brunet, and her hands moved slowly over Malfoy's shoulders.

She couldn't breathe. Didn't want to breathe as she stood moored between them, feeling their every touch upon her, taking it in and falling back out of reality.

They withdrew at the same time, looking at each other.

Isla snapped her lids open, blinking quickly at Draco as he smirked. Theo shot a nod towards him, and without reason — Malfoy bent down, trapping her thighs in his palms, and he threw her across his shoulder.

''Draco—''

He didn't answer. Instead, he brought his wand out, and he whispered the spell to travel up to Theo's room. He couldn't waste more time, neither could his best friend. They had feasted on her separately, and now they wanted to feel how it was devouring her together.

She didn't know what was happening until her spine struck the mattress, and her two boys stood plain on their feet, looking down at her with untamed stained across them.

''Oh?'' Isla bit her bottom lip, smiling innocently up at them, ''Really?''

Theodore cocked his head, giving her an amused grin, ''Remember what I told you, love?'' Slowly, he began to thread his shirt down his arms, flinging the white material to the ground, ''A whore is meant to be shared, right?''

Draco smirked, his chest heaving as he stared at her with a gaze so intense that she believed that he was already playing out this scenario in his head, fucking her mercilessly with his best friend.

''Not drunk, of course.'' Theodore kept going, taking a step towards her with his wand in his hand, ''Don't want you to do anything you might regret.''

Isla shook at that, but she still managed to nod, giving her consent for him to clear her dizzy mind. He did, with all three of them.

All three felt the rush of sobriety course through their veins, but it didn't matter. Nothing could change the feeling of desire they held for each other at this moment.

Draco bent down, his palms wrapped around the arch of her knees, and he dragged her to the edge of the bed. Kneeling right in front of her.

''One time, Clarke.'' Draco said, his voice was hard, serious, ''I'll share you this one fucking time.''

''No—'' Flipping her hair off her chest, Isla settled her foot on his shoulder, slightly pushing him back, ''I'll share you this one time, Malfoy.''

His eyes cooled, narrowed, and his jaw was sharp.

''I'm yours, both of yours, but you're mine.'' Now her tone matched his, just as harsh and severe, ''And I don't share what's mine.''

That had his body lit on fire. Sparks and flames tore him to pieces.

Draco was already standing on his knees, but if he could — he'd drop to them all over again, all for that bold girl, lying splayed out on the bed for them. He'd always kneel for her. She'd always have him kneeling, surrendering, giving up, and giving into the power she held over him.

''Better watch the way you speak to me, Clarke...'' Draco rasped out, his hands brushed up her thighs, and he gripped her hips, edging her even closer to him, ''And you better watch that fucking tongue of yours.''

She let go of the stare she pinned him down with, and she looked up at Theodore. Raising her hand towards him, she arched her fingers, meaning for him to lay down next to her, and he did.

Placing himself at her side, she pushed a finger underneath his chin, angling his head up to face hers.

Their mouths close, her nose stroking against his, ''That goes for you too, love...'' She whispered into his parted lips, ''You're mine, Theo, and this is the only time I'll share you with someone else.''

Warmth spread within him as she pressed her lips to his, trapping him in a mesmerizing kiss, ''I could never be with anyone who isn't you,'' He groaned, meeting her rough movements, ''You're it. You're ours, and you're it.''

Malfoy licked his lips, nearly feeling excited at the look of them, but only at this moment. If it had been any other time, he would most likely have beaten the life out of Theodore for kissing her the way he did now.

Draco wasn't anyone who shared, especially not her, no matter what she said.

''Pretty girl...'' Theodore tilted his head, and he withdrew from her kiss, ''You're doing it again.''

Isla frowned, her eyes flickering across the muscles smeared to his chest. He was so handsome. That brown-haired boy had her mouth-watering.

''It's something with you and control, love. Something you think you have, but you really don't, do you?'' He raised a dangerous brow, bracing himself up on his elbow as he pushed her down to the mattress again, making her slam against it, ''You think you have such power over us, Isla...''

Theodore shot Draco a swift look, nodding for him to work his magic, and the blond went straight for her. Peering up from between her thighs, he grinned, ''Do you want me to do this, Clarke?''

She nodded, quick and eagerly at him.

His hands merely massaged her thighs, stroking up and down the tender skin, ''So fucking soft.''

Theodore looked at her, seeing how she bit her lower lip, arching her back in excitement for what Draco was about to do to her.

Theo let his hand run down her jaw, over her clothed chest, ''Focus on what Malfoy is doing to you, love. Think about what he's doing, but look at me.''

Isla gasped out at Draco's teeth grazing over her lower stomach, and she tried so hard to keep her focus on Theodore as Malfoy moved further down. His teeth scraped against her in fusion with his lips, pressing hot kisses.

She let her sight snap down for just a second. Theodore grabbed her jaw, and he forced her face back to look at him, ''Eyes on me. You'll come because of him, but you'll look at me while you do it.''

''Mhm,'' Isla couldn't focus on him no matter how hard she tried. Draco was doing unholy things to her as she watched that starving glint in Theo's eyes, ''I'll—''

She gasped, and she gasped loudly. Draco's mouth had found her core. He pulled her underwear aside, and he latched onto her like never before. His tongue toyed with her clit, mockingly slow almost.

''There you go...'' Theodore kept her jaw locked in his palm. A serious expression ghosted over his face, ''Does he feel good, Isla?''

She was biting her own tongue so hard, feeling how Draco worked her with his. He lapped across her, slowly, steadily — only to break his calculated pace and abuse her clit with rapid, harsh strokes.

He held her on such an edge she'd never felt before. He indeed raised her to the skies, and she was almost scared to fall from it.

''His mouth on your pretty cunt, does it feel good?'' Theodore couldn't help but grin at that, studying her every move.

''Yes—'' She managed, breathily, ''He feels good. He feels so, so good, Theo—''

''Good,'' Theodore's voice was low, lower than it usually scored like, and it had her shaking. It had her breathe tremblingly into his mouth as he hovered close, making sure that she didn't stop looking at him.

Draco hummed at the taste of her, feeling the twitches in the muscles of her thighs. He couldn't stop. He didn't want to stop. He hadn't felt her in so long. He hadn't tasted her in months, and simply the tang of her could be a reason for him to come completely undone.

Leaning back, he kept his stare bored on her cunt, the bucks her hips made, the squeezes of her legs as she wanted to keep him there, right where she needed him to be.

''Right there—''

''Mhm?'' Theodore kept his husky tone, ''Right there, yeah? You want him right there?''

''Yes, please!'' Her back arched off the mattress, and she became so messy at their pleasing feet, ''Right there!''

Draco spat at her cunt, reaching his hand up, and he rubbed her clit with his thumb. Unhurriedly, nearly as if he was taunting her.

''Theo—'' Isla's neck curved, tucking the top of her head into the covers. She bit her lip not to shatter in moans at Draco's doings, ''I want you to—'' Another inhale, sharp and controlled, she tried to balance herself, ''I want to feel you.''

His brow shot up. His eyes roamed her shaking self, ''You want to feel me?''

''Taste—'' She breathed, still shakily, ''I want to taste you.''

He smirked. She moaned.

Draco barred to her again, licking a flat stripe over her aching cunt, ''She wants to suck your cock,'' He gritted his jaw, the muscles in it fixed out of jealously, ''Isn't that right, Clarke? You want to suck his cock while I make you come?''

Draco's voice vibrated through her, shooting loops of electricity to jolt her on fire, ''Yes—'' Heaving, her fingers tangled into the sheets, holding on for dear life as his thumb pleased her, ''I want him in my mouth—''

''Yeah?'' Draco leaned back again, twisting his wrist and brushing the pad of his fingers against her dripping entrance. He still kept her on such an edge that she couldn't breathe properly.

''Don't you let him come in your mouth, and if he does — don't you dare fucking swallow it.'' He warned sharply as he pushed his fingers into her, and he had her hips shaking, ''I don't want anyone but me there.''

Theodore tipped his head swiftly, giving an accepting grin to what his friend had said. Draco was always the one for rules and boundaries. He didn't fight him in it.

He could've. Theodore could've battled this. He could've finished in her mouth just to spite Malfoy, to make it clear that she belonged to him too. He didn't. He chose the higher road in this.

''Fair enough,'' Theodore arched back, kneeling over the mattress, and he watched her chest heaving below the t-shirt she wore. Her nipples peaked through the thin material.

It had him excited as he positioned himself right next to her, seated on his knees for her to unbuckle his pants and take what she so fervently wanted.

Isla did. Her fingers tugged at the buckle, threading it open before she unattached the buttons of his pants, shoving them down to rest on his hips. Nothing but his boxers covered his throbbing erection, and she could come by the look of it.

Huge, solid, and aching.

Just as aching as she was for him.

Taking out of his underwear, it slapped up against his stomach, making her thighs clench around Draco's head. She bucked up to meet his fingers and his tongue. He was still working her, and she had no idea how she hadn't crashed yet.

With both of them, Isla crashed in the highs of the orgasms they granted her with only a touch in the right place.

She didn't understand how she was keeping herself together now.

Perhaps it was because she didn't solely focus on the blond. Perhaps it was her focus being busted between them every split second. She didn't know, and frankly, she didn't bother.

His mouth was heaven to her, no matter how fast she hit her high.

Parting her lips, she let her tongue wet them, getting herself ready to take Theodore in her mouth, and as her hand wrapped around him, fisting the length of him in her palm and steadying herself up on one elbow — Draco went feral.

It wasn't the first time the two boys had seen each other that way, exposed and bare.

She whined out, tipping her head to watch him already glaring up at her, and he gave her a daring glower. Pounding his fingers hard, his tongue savored her like never before. She frowned, flustered and out of breath, but that didn't stop her.

Isla angled her head, and her mouth melted around the tip of Theodore's cock. He breathed out heavily at that. She did too.

Jerking her head up and down as good as she could from the position she was kept in, she sucked him off, soft and slow.

It drove Theodore mad, insane, almost. She worked him so slowly, so painfully slow that he had to clench his jaw shut and keep himself from grabbing her by her hair and forcing the span of him down her throat.

Her hand stroked the range of his aching cock, pumping her fist up on down as he bottomed himself in the back of her throat, ''So fucking warm, love—'' He groaned, huskily, and it caused the ache between her thighs to increase, badly.

Draco smirked as he felt it, sensing her tensing around his fingers, vibrating on his tongue, shaking in his arms as he wrapped them harder around her. Keeping her locked and tamed and pinned down.

She sucked onto Theo, moaning and hollowing her cheeks to take as much of him she was capable of. Her hand strived harder. The inhales through her nose turned heavier as she felt herself choking around him.

Drool slipped the corner of her mouth. He wiped it before directing his thumb into his mouth, tasting both him and her.

Isla had to withdraw. The look of Draco between her thighs and the glimpse of Theo as he licked his thumb clean was too much. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't drag air down her throat as it closed in on her.

She was crashing.

She was crashing so hard.

Yet her hand continued to pump around Theo as she stared up at him. Meeting his narrowed stare.

''Look at me,'' He said, his chest flexed. His muscles tightened at the look of her reaching her peak, ''Look at me and come for him.''

Isla did.

She moaned out, throwing her head back as her eyes rolled. Euphoria shredded through her like a thunderstorm. Lightning and pouring took over within her.

She moaned and moaned while Draco caught all of her, every last drop of her high he devoured.

Licking up every last bit of the mess she'd caused, he reached up over her. His hands struck the bed, and he hovered.

It took her moments to collect herself, to even remember how to breathe as he came with his mouth over hers.

Draco grinned mockingly, whispering, ''Taste yourself.''

She let her eyes peel open, and her lips collided with his. Their tongues twisted and twirled as she sensed the taste of her orgasm on him.

His kiss shifted softer and softer with each time they crashed against each other. He pulled at her bottom lip with his teeth.

''My turn,'' Theodore kneeled back, standing tall on the floor, and he let his pants fall over his ankles. Stepping out of them but keeping his boxers on, he laid down next to her.

His head was close to the edge of the bed, and he flipped her over, tugging her upon him.

Isla was panting uncontrollably. Her lips were stained by the wet marks of Draco as Theodore kept pulling her body up over his face, locking his arms around her thighs.

Draco walked around the bed, standing tall in front of her as she lowered herself over Theo's face, ''Oh my God—'' She managed until another moan came crashing from her chest, ''Theo—''

''Shhhh, love,'' He hummed, letting his mouth melt with her cunt, ''Be good for him now.''

Isla nodded, feeling as he rolled her hips above him, licking her core at a slow pace. The new angle had her fluttering around nothing almost right away.

''So God damn sweet...'' Draco mumbled. His hand came to cup her jaw, tilting her head up to look at him. He was so tall. She'd never thought about it, how tall both of her boys were, ''You're one sweet witch, Clarke.''

''Only for you two—'' Her fingers tugged at his unbarred shirt, hauling it down over his shoulders to reveal that godly body of his, ''Only for you two.''

''That's right,'' Draco grunted, ''And now you're going to be even sweeter for me, isn't that so?''

Isla nodded again, keenly. He brought her face towards his, and he kissed her. Trapping the sweet sounds she made as Theodore worked his tongue across her cunt.

Their kiss immediately turned hot, wet, and rushed. Malfoy kissed her so fiercely, craving control of her as Theodore pleased her.

But he could feel on her ragged breaths hitting his mouth, how close she was already. Her prior orgasm had built up for another one, and she was on the tipping point of rupturing all over again.

''Are you going to come for him?'' Draco took her bottom lip between his teeth, dragging it out as he withdrew, ''Are you going to be a good girl and come for him like you came for me?''

There was something with his voice again, something that made her insides tingle. Her heart pounded.

''Yes—'' She moaned, almost painfully now.

Malfoy kept his grin, dropping her lip from his teeth, ''No, you're not. Not until I allow you to.''

Scowling slightly, her hips rolled wildly. Bucking her cunt against Theodore's mouth, ''Please—'' She begged, out of breath, ''Please, please, please—''

''This God damn begging all the time...'' Draco had so much thirst in his eyes, and it kept her hooked. She couldn't stop looking at him even if her life depended on it, ''You act like you're in charge, but here you are, nothing more than a begging little whore for us.''

''Please—'' Was all she could moan. Theo was working her hard now, making it impossible for her to hold it back, ''I can't hold—''

His grip on her jaw hardened. The whole of it fitted in just the palm of his hand, ''You can and you fucking will.'' He nearly spat, ''You're nothing more than a desperate fucking whore, and you can take it.''

''Draco—''

''Say it.'' His tone was rigid, demandingly so.

''Please—''

''Say it.'' He drawled.

''I can't hold it—''

Dragging her closer to him, she was almost split in half by the thrill Theodore caused her. He locked his icing eyes in hers, pinning her down with his stare.

''Fucking say it.'' His mouth was barely touching hers, and he spoke right into her parted lips, ''Right now.''

Isla gulped on her own saliva, tears rimmed in the lids of her eyes. She caved, ''I'm nothing— I'm nothing more than a desperate whore for you.''

Theo gripped her hips, moving her rougher, slamming her down harder on him.

''There you go...'' Malfoy teased, ''Now you may come.''

''Right there—'' Isla panted, ''Right there, don't stop—''

''Right there?'' Draco was close again, so close to her aching body, ''You want him right there, yeah? Between those godly thighs of yours? You want him to keep going?''

''Yes!'' She almost screamed, ''Please—''

''You want his mouth to make you come, yeah? Then come for him. Come for him, but don't you fucking dare look away from me.''

''I'm—'' She was turning limp, her body lacked everything at this point, ''I am—''

Her hands flew to his blond hair, and she pressed her forehead to his as she rode out the feeling of ecstasy ripping her to pieces over Theodore.

''Pretty girl,'' The brunet heaved, his chin coated in her, and he ran his thumb over it, collecting every trace of her orgasm before he stretched his arm up, forcing his finger into her mouth.

Isla moaned at that before she fell off him. Her body was aching already, and they had barely begun. Theodore looked down at her struggling frame, and he saw how she was dripping over her own thighs.

He smirked before he again dragged his thumb over it, but this time, he stretched his arm towards Malfoy. Draco mimicked the same smirk Theo carried, and he sucked her orgasm off his best friend's finger.

''Roll over,'' Draco said, punishingly, ''I want to see him fuck you.''

Isla blinked, surprisingly at that.

Theodore bent back over the bed, looking down at her exhausted self, ''Do as he says.''

''I want to see if you shake for him like you shake for me,'' Malfoy kept her nailed to the bed with the intensity of his eyes, not letting her out of sight once, ''On your stomach.''

Isla bit her lower lip before she pushed herself off her spine, and she grinned seductively at the blond. Kneeling right in front of him on the bed, she hunched down. Settling herself in a sweet position.

She knew where his imagination went the second she did, how she was sitting on her knees in front of him, sweet and obedient. He was fucking her ferociously within the margins of his mind already.

She let the tips of her fingers toy with the edges of her shirt.

''Clarke...'' Draco cocked his head, swallowing hard, ''Don't you fucking dare.''

She kept her grin, not allowing their gazes to part for so a second. Isla slowly dragged the fabric of her body, slightly shivering by the cold air hitting her blushed skin.

She threw the shirt aside as her hair fell messily over her shoulders. She tried to tame him with her sweet acts, but Draco wouldn't have it.

Instead of getting lost in her again, his hand swiftly moved to her hair, and he balled his fist in the long strands.

She whined as he smirked. Evilly, he bent her head back, ''Don't you play your fucking games with me right now. I want to see how beautiful you look on his cock, Clarke, and I want you to suck mine while you do it.''

She gasped at the fingers he pinched around her nipple. His irises were dark and severe. Isla could almost feel the rage radiating around him, ''So get down on your God damn knees and elbows, and be a good fucking girl for us.''

Her elbows struck the mattress, and she arched her back. Theodore groaned darkly at the look of it. At the look of her splayed out and dripping for them.

Positioning himself, he dragged the lace material of her underwear aside, and he ran his palms over her bare spine, stopping at the arch of her hips, and just as she looked up at Draco, Theodore rammed the entirety of himself into her.

A moan neither of them had heard before slipped her tongue. It was like music to their ears, hearing the trail of whimpers that had kept coming the past hour. Her voice began to sound sore, like she hadn't much more to give them — yet she kept going.

Theo didn't let her adjust. He didn't allow her to take him in slowly and get used to the feeling of his cock inside her, no. He slammed into her while holding her hips moored, giving her no chance to fall forward, giving her no chance to escape.

''Oh my God—'' Isla cried out, her head falling between her shoulders, ''Theo—''

''Take him,'' Draco muttered, tugging her hair back up with his fist. He made her look at him with pooling eyes, ''Take him, Clarke. Take him while you look at me.''

Isla got used to it. Got used to the feeling of Theodore abusing her already aching cunt with harsh inches of himself.

''Fucking hell—'' Theodore grunted, looking down at where they connected, watching her curved spine, ''So fucking tight. I'll never get used to this.''

''Please—''

''I'll never get used to how you bounce on my cock, love. No matter what fucking position I have you in, you're a fucking goddess.'' Theodore praised her.

She was so hot and slick around him, drenching his cock with everything she felt for them both. He was hitting her so deeply, so far down her core that her breaths hitched for each thrust.

Malfoy rose his brows quickly, seeing how she was struggling on Theodore, and he grinned devilishly. Usually, he'd want to make it easier for her, but not now.

Now all he wished for was to bury his own cock so far down her throat that she passed out. He wanted her to hurt for the moans she gave his best friend, for allowing him to be inside her and fill her up.

Isla wanted to fall apart. She wanted to shatter on that bed and never be whole again. This was impossible to her, feeling Theo fucking her so hard and so deep that her eyes rolled, and at the same time — she wanted to give Draco more.

She fiddled with his belt, barely capable of holding herself steady. She yanked his pants down, and she began stroking him, slowly through the fabric of his black boxers.

Draco hissed at that, dragging air through his teeth.

Looking up at him, sweetly through her lashes, she gave him an innocent smile, and he nodded his consent for her to take his throbbing erection out.

She didn't waste time. She couldn't. She'd be coming any second again.

Her hand sheeted the span of him, leisurely dragging her fist up and down his cock. Her other hand placed on his hip, keeping herself steady as Theodore pounded into her ruthlessly.

The brunet spared her no mercy. Their skin slapped together violently, and the sound of it mirrored through the darkened room.

She could see the outline of Draco's large frame as she gripped onto him, her lips falling separated with a moan.

Being slammed forward by Theo, she felt the tip of Draco in the back of her throat. He grunted, fisting her hair harder. The peaks of her breasts nudged the covers out of how much she was arching her spine for them.

Bobbing her head up and down Draco, saliva slipped the corner of her mouth. Wet noises, along with her gagging moans, shook both of the boy's senses.

Neither could properly think out of how sweet and obedient she was for them. She took them like nothing ever could.

Theodore sank into her dripping depths while Draco roughly hit the back of her throat. Their hands bruised her body. Touches of their mouths and fingers would leave marks for days, but Isla didn't mind it.

She loved this, even in a sober state as this one — she wouldn't have it any other way.

''Can you take a little more?'' Theodore rasped from behind her, needing to push further, reach more. She felt so good around him, slightly pushing herself back to meet his unholy gestures, ''Just a little more, love.''

Isla let out a humming sound to that, and it had fire spark within Draco as his hands slid down her cheeks, his thumbs arched in the corners of her mouth.

He, without reason, forced himself deeper as well. It made her let go of him, tucking her palms into the mattress, and tears rolled down her chin.

Draco fucked her mouth relentlessly.

He was so far down her throat now that she almost choked, gripping the sides of her head harder, the base of his cock slammed against her lips.

''So fucking good for us,'' He said, growling, ''Such a good fucking girl, Clarke.''

Isla pinched her lashes shut, trying to inhale through her nose at the way they both fucked her.

They fucked her so steadily, so mercilessly. Both of them, at the same unsparing pace, and she worked so rhythmically in the middle.

They indeed lived to be the chaos, and she was the doomed mess.

Isla moaned and shook and trembled on both of their cocks. Something so godless was tingling inside her as Theodore let go of her hip with one hand, pathing his hand around her waist until he latched onto her clit.

Four of his fingers brushed over her as she gagged feverishly on Draco. Her eyes rolled back, and she nearly fainted.

Too much.

It was too much for her.

Draco noticed, and his thumbs let go of the hems of her mouth, stroking his fingers over the tears falling from her eyes, ''You can take it.'' He said harshly, yet his touch was so soft, ''You'll take it like the sweet witch you are. You can take it even if we break you.''

She nodded rapidly.

"Are you okay?" Theodore grunted from behind. There was worry in his dark voice, "Is she okay, Malfoy?"

Draco kept stroking her cheeks with his thumbs, and he watched as she nodded again, consenting that she was fine. He tipped his head to Theo. All three of them were still okay with all of this.

Her limbs were shaking, and the only thing keeping her from crashing against the sheets was their hands holding her up.

Theo could feel her cunt hugging his cock with each thrust now. He sensed as she fluttered and tensed around him.

She was falling.

Falling and coming and breaking.

There was something so hard knotting in her lower stomach, something so painfully good aching in her core.

''Are you coming, love?'' He panted hoarsely. Drops of sweat fled his hairline as he swayed his head to the side, getting rid of the damp curls that kept blocking him from seeing her.

Draco bit his lip, looking down at her as she struggled. He could burst himself at that look of her, at the look of tears glinting down her skin, at the look of her almost becoming unconscious out of how rough they were handling her.

And with the loudest moan yet, he pulled out of her mouth, leaving her gasping for air as Theodore's hands caught her neck, and he dragged her up on her knees.

Her spine hit his damp chest, and she felt his muscles fixing. He was forcing himself so deep into her, so deep that she could feel him hitting the sweet spot no one else ever struck.

Draco tensed at the look of them again, taking his own hand down to his throbbing cock, and he pumped it. He jerked himself off as he watched Theodore course his touch over her bare stomach, finding her clit in their chaos.

The back of her head fell to his shoulder. His mouth hovered the shell of her ear.

But it wasn't enough for him. Theo wanted her to come harder than she'd ever done before.

So he leaned back, scooting his legs underneath her, and he placed her solidly on his lap. Her knees were arched, sitting on the lower of his stomach as he tucked a hand into the bed, keeping the other one on her clit.

He stroked her so hard now. Four fingers abused her swollen area as he fucked up into her.

She was on a perfect display for Draco, nearly looking unreal as the back of her head stayed on Theo's shoulder, moans thundered through the walls of his room.

The air had turned misty and thick, filled to the absolute brim with their profane doings.

''Theo—'' She could barely speak, ''Fuck—''

''Come on,'' He whispered, biting down onto her shoulder, ''You can do this. Come for us, and I'll help you. Come for us, love.''

''It's so much, Theo—''

She was bouncing on him out of control now, being both pushed up and slammed down by his hard moves.

''I'm—''

She couldn't finish that sentence.

Isla couldn't even heave for air anymore.

That unfamiliar knot unraveled at a speed so intense that stars prickled in her eyes. Everything turned black. Pitch black. So dark that she believed she passed out for seconds.

She came.

She screamed.

She cried.

Her body tossed and writhed.

Isla came in a way she'd never done before. Her orgasm squirted out. It gushed so very that it drenched the sheets. Stains of it even reached Draco from across the bed.

Her body turned absolutely limp for moments as she came to mind again, her head falling forward.

''Oh my fucking God—'' Malfoy blinked. Not clearly sure of what he just witnessed. His thumb ran over his stained cheek, and he tasted her orgasm with a roll of his eyes, ''So fucking sweet.''

She could feel how Theodore had slipped out from her, dripping wet by her squirting.

With a stabbing breath, Isla pathed her hand down to his cock, and she tucked him back inside her.

''Isla...'' Theodore breathed hotly over her shoulder, swallowed by her cunt sinking over him again, ''We don't have to do this. You just came like that—''

Even if she was so drained that her eyes nearly fell shut, and her body didn't work properly. She bent slightly forward, settling her hands on his thighs, and rocked her hips onto him, ''I want you to come for me, Theo. I want you to come inside me.''

Draco's jaw locked at that, gritting his teeth within the flesh of his mouth.

''He can do that, right, Draco?'' That innocent look ghosted her face again, ''He can come inside me?''

Draco tipped his head, giving her a quirked brow. Jealousy took over again. His whole persona was riddled with it.

He wanted to say no.

He wanted to say no, and he wanted to rip Isla's body off Theo's.

The way she fucked his best friend now was pure pain to him because she used to fuck him like that. She used to roll her hips slowly over him, giving him those sweet moans and eyes.

He wanted to rip her apart for wanting Theo to come inside her.

No one but him belonged there. He was the one to fit and to fill her up.

He'd seen what they'd done. He saw Theodore's initials on her shoulder days ago. He didn't say anything. She was theirs. He had her name, so did Theo, and she had theirs. It was fair, yet it made him mad on a level he'd never been before.

''Fuck—'' Theodore's upper body shot back. His spine hit the bed, ''Isla, I'm—''

''Draco?'' She asked again, giving a weak smirk as she let go of Theodore's thighs, and she sat up straight above him. Bouncing and sinking down on his throbbing cock, ''Can he come inside me?''

''No,'' Draco answered sternly, ''No one but me.''

Isla licked her lips, rocking herself onto Theo a bit harder. She felt how close he was to twitching, '' If I want him to come inside me, then? What if I want both of you to come inside me?''

''No,'' Draco said again, harder this time, ''No one but me when I'm here.''

Theodore couldn't even pay attention to them. She was pleasure like never before as she picked up her pace, slamming down on him harder. Making her breasts peak and bounce, ''I want to, Draco. I want him to come inside me.''

Her voice was sweeter than honey, sugar, and everything else combined.

Draco was caving.

He couldn't stand against her.

He didn't want to stand against her when she looked like that, when she looked like the most profaned angel he'd ever laid his eyes on.

''Please?'' She whispered, her lips parting as she moaned, ''Please... Let him come inside me.''

Malfoy had the coldest look dragged over his face, stony and hard, ''Clarke...''

''I can't hold—'' Theodore shot up again, his hands wrapping around her body to slow her down, but Isla didn't. She quickened her speed. Nearly daring Draco to say yes before she did it without his permission.

''I can't fucking hold—''

''Fine,'' Draco snapped, looking away, ''Have him inside you.''

Theodore didn't hold back after that, his hips spasmed against her, and he filled her up at the feeling of her slowly fucking him through it.

The warmth of him dripped down her thighs as he picked her up, and he laid her down on the bed.

''Are you okay?'' Theo's lips pressed against her forehead, looking softly at her, ''Do you need me to get anything?''

Isla panted desperately, ''Water, please.''

''I'll clean up downstairs, and then I'll be back.'' He said. He almost knew that she'd be needing a moment alone with Draco after what just happened. He felt bad.

''Thank you.''

The brunet nodded, kissing her forehead once more before he stood up, fixing his underwear and grabbing his pants. Theo disappeared through the door out in the dark corridor.

Isla drew a breath, looking over at Draco, who had fixed his underwear as well. Her heart ached, and she felt so bad for what she'd asked of him.

It felt good in the heat of the moment, but afterward, she couldn't believe she'd done that to him. She couldn't understand how much she pushed him.

She knew that she was free to have Theodore finish inside her all she wanted. That wasn't Draco's choice to make, but she didn't have to play it the way she did.

''Draco...''

''That was fucking cruel.'' He said, rubbing his temples. He didn't look at her.

Not clearly understanding how she had the power to rise from her lying position, she did, and she didn't stop moving until she reached the edge of the bed.

''I'm sorry.''

''I know—'' He breathed, dragging both of his hands through his hair, leaving it messy, ''I know you're his too. I fucking know that, but that was...''

''I know,'' Isla cut him off, placing her feet onto the floor before she stumbled up to him. Still surprised how she managed to find any strength, ''I know that was cruel. I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking—''

Draco looked out over the room, his eyes hooded.

''I wasn't thinking. I shouldn't have asked you that.'' Her hand landed on his arm, tripping around him to stand leveled with his frame, ''That was mean. I know it was, and I am so sorry.''

Her fingers ran over his jaw, tangling into the back of his tousled hair. She lengthened herself onto her toes.

''Never—'' Draco's jaw clenched and unclenched, ''Never do that to me again.''

She nodded slowly before clinging to him. Her bare chest brushed against his, feeling the pulse of his pounding heart, ''I won't. I won't do that again. I'm sorry—''

She was hewed off with his lips, dipping down to catch hers in a soft kiss, ''You're free to do whatever you want with him. Have him inside you all you want, but never do that to me again. Never ask me for permission like that again.''

Another nod tipped her head, feeling his words tickling at her lips, ''I won't. I won't. I'm sorry.''

Draco let his hands wander down her exposed back, not stopping until he folded his palms underneath her thighs, and he picked her up.

Isla wrapped her legs around his waist, slowly moving with him as he hunched at the edge of the bed, with her on his lap.

''You're mine,'' She whispered, brushing her nose against his, ''You're mine, Draco.''

''Yours—'' His breathing turned heavier, the feeling of her almost bare body against his had his heart cracking the cage of his chest, ''Only yours.''

''Only mine.''

Their kiss wasn't rough. It wasn't hard and fierce.

It was soft, gentle.

His hands didn't bruise her skin. They praised it.

''I know you're ours...'' He breathed, his forehead dropping to the brim of her shoulder, ''But can you be mine right now?''

Her heart felt like it skipped a beat.

''Just mine?''

Combing her fingers through his hair, she nodded, ''I can be yours right now.''

Draco looked up at her. Their eyes crashed and collided in something everyone else would call love, vulnerability, but not them. They would never admit it to each other.

''Say it,'' His hand dove between their longing bodies, and he took his aching erection out from his boxers again. His fingers lingered at her damp underwear, slightly sliding them to the side, ''Say it, Clarke.''

Isla smiled, her mouth pressed to his. She felt his cock slowly push into her, ''I'm yours.''

''Only mine,'' Draco groaned, ''Just mine.''

Isla inhaled, sinking down onto him fully, and her hips began to move, ''Only yours.'' She whimpered softly, ''Just yours.''

Her arms hanging over his shoulders, her fingers tangled in his hair as they kept on kissing each other.

She didn't bounce. She didn't buck her hips. She didn't rock. She didn't fuck him. This was something else, something beautiful, something sweet, as he always called her.

Draco's palms didn't force her down on him. He didn't slam and pound as he usually did. He felt her. His fingers brushed over her bare spine, and he filled her up so slowly.

He'd never treated her this way before.

This was so emotional. This was just them.

She barely moved, neither did he — yet it was so much tension, everything sparked inside them, everything flamed within him. It was them being everything they refused to confess to. It was them coming to terms with what they truly were to each other.

She moaned into his mouth. He caught it and groaned back into hers. She held onto him tightly. He pressed her hard against him.

Slipping in and out of her at a steady pace, he kept kissing her.

They couldn't stop. Didn't want to stop.

Draco would never stop wanting her this way.

Withdrawing to catch his breath, she did the same, and they stared at each other. He took in everything there was to catch about her, her reddened nose, her flushed cheeks, her heated skin, and the glint in her eyes.

In love.

He was so in love with her.

''My beautiful girl,'' He mumbled, deeply bottoming himself in her, ''I can never get enough of you.''

Isla smiled gently. Her fingers moved down over his face, touching his jaw so softly that shivers trailed his bare spine, ''You're beautiful too.''

He could shatter right there, and he almost did.

Feeling her fluttering around him at the sensitive pace they held, she nodded at him, pressing their foreheads together, ''Come with me, please.'' She whispered, ''Please—''

They came together at the same time.

Draco kissed her through it. He'd never kissed her this much during sex before. They didn't speak now. They let their hearts do the talking.

Settling her down between the covers, he mumbled the spell to protect her from what they'd spilled inside her. He used magic to get her clean, and he tucked her in.

''Don't go,'' She said quietly. Her eyes found his in the darkness, ''Stay with us tonight, please?''

He hesitated as she kept her sight on him, tiredly, and he caved without a doubt.

Slipping down beneath the covers next to her, he nestled up against her spine. His arm wrapped around her, the other one pushed underneath her head to pull her against him.

''Do you remember when you asked me how it felt, being with Theo?'' She whispered, almost inaudibly, ''When we were at the Ministry?''

''Mhm,'' Draco barely spoke, his eyes had fallen shut, his warm breaths fanned her neck, ''What about it?''

''It's beautiful, being with you.''

She couldn't see it, but he smiled, and he pressed her against his chest a little tighter, ''You are beautiful. You are what makes all of this beautiful.'' He said before his breaths shifted heavier, and she could tell that he'd traveled across the lines of dreams.

It didn't take long until Theodore was back, once again settling himself on the opposite side of her. Isla reached for his hand, and she intertwined their fingers before he took them up and placed a kiss on her knuckles.

''Did you work it out?'' He asked, his voice drowsy.

Isla wrapped her other hand around the arm Draco kept her fastened in, and she smiled, ''We did.''

''I'm glad.''

''Theo...'' She whispered, tipping her head up to see the sharp outlines of his face. He turned towards her, ''I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that.''

''You shouldn't,'' He answered quickly, but his voice was so calm, soothing, ''But we need to work this out together. You can't know how he will feel about things before they happen. This is no one's fault. It's... new, uncertain.''

Isla smiled again, her thumb brushed over his lips, ''I don't know what I've done to deserve you.'' Shaking as she admitted to it, ''Neither of you, and I don't know what I would do without you.''

''I love you, my pretty girl.'' He said, peacefully, ''No one compares to you.''

She would never grow tired of hearing that. It was her favorite sentence in the whole world. ''I love you more.''

He hummed, kissing the spine of her hand again.

''Do you...'' She huffed out, still looking at him, ''Do you think this will change things? What we did tonight? Will it be... strange between us now?''

Shaking his head against the pillow he was resting on. He shoved himself closer to her. Burying his head against the brim of her neck, and he brought her thigh up to rest over his waist.

''Nothing can change how we feel about you, Isla. We wanted tonight to happen too, and I think this just made us both realize how much we want you, how much we want all of this chaos. Our chaos, and your mess.''

She nodded, pressing a kiss to his curls, and she smiled, feeling them both falling asleep around her.

Isla fell asleep too, and for the first time in what felt like forever — the world didn't feel as heavy around her.

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I am literally so nervous!! So... how are we doing?

Did I live up to your expectations? This chapter is literally 11.500 words long, so I hope I did!!