Mature content ahead.

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Isla stood in front of the mirror in her room. Her hands brushed over the silky material of her dress as she studied it.

It hugged her utterly, and the heels she'd picked out to go along with it completed her whole look. She wasn't much for make-up, but Mila had convinced her to let her do it anyway.

She frowned at herself, slightly bothered with the whole concept of the evening, but it wasn't much she could do — she promised Draco to go with him, and he was coming to pick her up any minute now.

Her feet lightly ached as she flinched by the knock on her door, huffing annoyingly after. She strode up to it, and to her surprise — Blaise stood outside it. His eyes flickered down her clothed body as he smirked.

''Here,'' He met her confused stare, ''Malfoy wanted me to give this to you and to tell you...wait,'' He mumbled, shoving his hand down into his jacket pocket before he hauled a note up, ''That he'll meet you at the end of the stairs.''

Isla's lips parted to speak, but she had no chance to do so before he reached a black velvet box out in the air for her to take, and then he strolled off.

Her eyes grew wide as she peered down at the box in her hands, confused beyond reason, ''What—'' She whispered to herself, closing the door again. Her fingers tugged at the wrapping as she gently slipped the lid off of it.

Her hand reached to her mouth, slapping over it as she gasped.

Embedded in black silk, the same material as her dress — a necklace together with a mask to wear to the masquerade. It was a dark mask, with green and silver details carved into it.

She couldn't help but smile, but the second she did — her head shook, and she tried to bring her mind back to being. This wasn't a thing to enjoy. This was simply business to them.

She reached for the necklace, studying it carefully before she put the box down, and she locked it behind her neck. It was simple, clean — not too much, but the little, plain rock hanging off it caused it not to be too lucid either.

It was perfect.

A slight flash of disappointment that Draco didn't do as he promised pushed through her veins and burned at her vessels, but she tried to suppress the bothering thoughts she held. Her eyes flickered to the mirror one more time before she unsurely walked out of her room.

Her steps echoed through the hallways as she marched her way to the Great Hall. She hesitated her whole way there, halting in her steps several times to rethink her decision, but she kept going.

It was one night, and then she could go back to ignore Draco for all it was worth. The sounds of muffled music rose to pound in her ear as she got closer. The chattering of students and teachers bounced between the stone-covered walls.

Her eyes flickered, and she caught every single person dressed up in decorative gowns and suites, all of them wearing masks to hide the true identity lurking behind.

She tried to breathe steadily, contain her tamed temper, and not to loath the idea of this, more than she already did, but it was hard. She just wanted to go back to her room.

Students walked their way down the stairs in path as she waited for her turn, stretching a bit on her toes to see if she could spot the blond in the large gathering at the end of it — without luck.

She couldn't see him.

Isla's pulse quickened, her heart hammered within the cage of her chest as it was her turn to walk down the garnished stairs. She was terrified to make a fool out of herself, to fall or to be stood up by Malfoy.

After all, she wasn't sure that she could trust him.

Her knees weakened for each step and her hands coated in a thin layer of sweat, and just as she left the stairs behind her — a tall, handsome boy, dressed in his all-black suit and a matching mask with hers, halted right in front of her.

Her neck arched as she met the grey eyes, "Clarke," He spoke lowly. A smirk curled upon his lips as he eyed her down, noticing the necklace coating her neck.

Draco's arm reached out in the air for her to take, "You cleaned up nice, after all, I see."

Isla couldn't help but feel her cheeks as they burnt in a rosy color. A polite smile climbed upon her as she let her hand rest on his arm.

"So did you, Malfoy," Her voice fluttered, leading her through the crowd of people, holding his chin high as he did.

Isla could feel the stares piercing through her back with a burning sensation — she didn't have to turn around to understand who it was. It was clear as day that the brunet, who'd approached her in her room the night before, eyed her down as she walked by Draco's side.

Her head tilted. In the act to turn around and face Theo from a distance, but the second she meant to do so,

''Don't you fucking dare,'' Draco hissed dangerously as he grabbed her moving neck, bending her back to level him instead, ''One look at him, and I'll fucking destroy you.''

Isla's eyes narrowed, frowning underneath her mask as he tipped her head back, leaning close to her ear, ''And by those pretty thoughts of yours, I see that you're not ready for what I'll do to you.''

Draco let his nose stroke along her jawline before he pulled his touch away, placing his hand on her lower back, ''Now be a good whore, and obey me.''

Isla gulped, swallowing the nauseous feeling that rocked within.

Malfoy pushed her forward again, staring every single human down that even spared Isla so much as a glance. He wasn't playing around, for this night — she belonged to him, and him only.

Her feet stumbled in sync with his before he let go of her, turning to face her in the middle of the room, ''I'll be right back,'' He grunted out, biting down his lower lip as his sight traveled across her chest, ''Fucking hell, Clarke.''

He faded into the mass of students as she stood confused behind. Her head snapped, and she peered around, clocking every inky curtain hanging down the walls and the scarlet decorations that came with it.

The lights held dimmed, sparkling every now and then.

''There you are!'' Mila shouted through the crowd, shouldering her way up to Isla. Her blue dress dragged behind her, and her colors matched the house she was placed in, ''I've been looking for you everywhere.''

Isla returned the sweet gesture by folding her arms around her friend, hugging her tightly, ''You look—'' She paused, smiling at Mila's gracious appearance, ''Beautiful, Mila.''

If she didn't wear a mask, Isla would be able to see just how much the Ravenclaw blushed at that, dragging her fingers through the ends of Isla's wavy strands, ''So do you, love.''

Isla looked around, searching for Mila's date. She felt a hand on her back, and his lips pushed against her cheek as she gasped.

''Leo,'' Isla snickered, a bit shy to what he did, ''You look...wow,''

His head cocked, smirking at her charmingly, ''Not to talk about yourself. Always beautiful, I see,'' Leo took another step forward, clinging his arm around Mila's waist, ''And where's your date—''

''Right here.''

Isla swallowed thickly as she felt Draco's chest pressing into her back, and his left hand gripped her hip, slamming her back against him, ''Why, Green? Thought you'd get lucky tonight, did you?'' Malfoy spat rudely.

Leo's eyes rolled, frustratingly by the blond's behavior, ''Well, a man can dream, can't he?''

She could feel the anger as it fumed around Malfoy and his fingers digging into her flesh roughly. Her eyes snapped to Mila's, pleading for them to leave before Draco lost his temper altogether.

''Leo—'' Mila called out, turning towards him, ''Drinks?''

He nodded dryly as he shot Draco an evil glare, taking the girl's hand as he led her away from them, and Isla felt as she could exhale that lingering breath she'd been keeping in.

''What did I tell you?'' Draco whispered harshly into her head, turning her around in his arms, ''Don't fucking test me.''

''He's my friend—''

''I don't care if he's your damn brother—'' Draco's stare darkened, his pupils blown, ''—no one looks at you like that, am I clear?'' He was intensifying every word, putting pressure behind his husky voice.

''No—'' She grinned back, moving her hands along the slit in his suit jacket, gripping the flares of it to pull her closer to him, ''You're not clear because I don't belong to you.''

Draco's lips parted, raising a dangerous brow at her, ''Yeah?'' He seethed. His hand grasped at her back, tensing his fingers into the touch as he bent forward, practically speaking into her mouth, ''We'll see about that,''

He towered over her, rolling his tongue along the inside of his cheek, ''But in the meantime, you'll do as told.''

Isla's eyes rolled. Her eyes flickered off him as her gaze dragged through the room, halting as she reached a specific couple — standing close, her arms around his neck and his forehead leaning on hers.

Her heartbeat swelled in her ears at the look of it, and by the way, Draco was inching her closer, his other hand glued to her waist as well. He'd caught onto something displeasing too.

''Are you sure we should be here, Malfoy?'' She tore her intense gaze away from the couple across the room, looking back up at Draco as his jaws sharpened.

''Yeah,'' He mumbled, inhaling crisply, ''Just keep your damn mind to yourself before I—''

''Then don't read them,'' Isla spoke up, pushing herself off him a bit, ''I can't control what I think. If I try to avoid something, it just makes it worse.''

''Fine,'' Draco sighed, pulling her back in, ''But next time, you better think about my hand in between your—''

''Stop it!'' Her skin flushed, ''It's enough, you don't have to make it more—''

Her hand was on edge to move away from him as he snatched it, bending her arm around his neck, ''What?'' He gritted, ''More what?''

''Awkward.''

He scoffed arrogantly, ''Do us both a favor and think about my mouth, right where it's supposed to be.''

Her eyes widened in disbelief to him still going, ''Malfoy—''

''Right...'' His hand moved in between them, only for them to feel and see until he smirked, brushing his fingers down her clothed inner thigh, ''Here.''

''Malfoy—''

''Keep talking, Clarke—'' He seethed as she gasped at the loss of his touch, ''And I'll put your mouth to better use.''

Isla couldn't possibly believe what she was hearing. Her eyes hooked in his, and she tried to maintain herself from being too obvious — to show just how much he provoked her.

''That's right,'' Draco grasped at her waist again, enjoying the tension he'd been building between them, ''Your mouth belongs around my cock, so either you shut those pretty little lips shut, or I'll shut them for you.''

He grinned at her startled persona, ''We both know how much you'd like choking around me, don't deny it.''

''I'm—'' Isla didn't even know how to form a word anymore, ''I don't—''

''Now let's bloody dance before your thoughts distract me again.''

Draco dragged her through the people standing around them before his hand gripped her lower back, and her arms folded around his neck. He swayed them slowly to the music. Keeping his eyes locked in hers.

Isla's mask didn't do much to conceal the grimace she held as his hand repeatedly slipped further down the length of her spine. Her body flinched every time he did so, making him grin, biting down his lower lip.

''Tense, are we, Clarke?'' He taunted her lowly.

Isla huffed, trying to keep the emotion on her face to a bare minimum, ''If I'm keeping my thoughts in check, you have to keep your hands to yourself.''

Malfoy scoffed, performing his action again. Her hand snaked around her own back, grasping at his to keep it in place, ''Malfoy.''

''Clarke,'' He mimicked, ''You're using my name far too often now.''

''Well, you're making me—'' Her words cut off by the sense of his body, straining against hers. The mid-touch shifted into an icing one, and fury began to fume around them.

Isla looked over her shoulder, discretely and her sight caught Pansy as she kissed Adrian in the crowd. Her head snapped back immediately as she peered up at Draco.

''Malfoy, perhaps we should—''

He shut her up, cupping her cheeks roughly as he slammed his lips against hers. Isla blinked quickly, letting her lips melt with his.

She knew that he used her. She understood that — she wasn't stupid, but being used was the better option for her at this time.

''Clarke,'' Draco growled into her mouth, shooting shivers down her spine as her fingers tangled into his blond strands. He leaned back, still moving them slowly around on the floor.

His eyes flickered to hers, grinning devilishly before he tilted her head back. Her wavy strands of hair fell entirely over her back as he attacked her throat, leaving wet, sloppy kisses below her ear, down her neck.

Isla gasped at his doings, swallowing the ache she felt within.

Draco's sight snapped between Isla and the girl who'd left him, watching her and the date she'd brought intensely. He craved to make Pansy as bitter as she made him.

''Malfoy—'' Isla breathed as his teeth scraped along her skin, but he didn't care what she said. Even if she had, several times now, spoken his name.

He wanted Pansy to see them.

Heads of nosey students turned, and mumbling scored around them, but Draco continued. He kissed her neck fiercely before finding his way back up to her mouth.

His eyes met Pansy's again as she returned the favor with the same energy, her hands stroked down Adrian's chest before her lips crashed into his, and Draco — lost it.

He didn't utter a word through the muffled music as he snatched her by her arm, dragging her away from the ball. He didn't stop until he reached a tiny closet right outside the Great Hall and shoved her in front of him.

Her heels clinked over the stone floor, completely out of breath of how fast he'd been walking, ''Malfoy, why are we—'' He smashed their lips together again.

Isla's spine pressed against the wall in the darkened room as he pushed his body tightly onto hers, ''I want to, fuck—'' His hands explored her waist, ''I want to taste you,''

Her eyes fluttered close, once again softening into the harsh touch he brought, ''Malfoy, what is this—''

Draco's palms struck the wall behind her as he tore their mouths apart. She could feel the heaving of his chest, ''I want to lick that little mess of yours in between your legs, clean.''

Her own breath hitched as her eyes broadened.

''I don't—''

''So you're telling me that you're not wet for me?'' He smirked, his voice shook her, ''That those thoughts of yours haven't soaked you?''

She gulped.

''Let me feel you then,'' He dared, rolling his tongue out, ''Tell me that you want me to feel you, Clarke.''

Isla sucked in a harsh breathe in between her teeth before a nod tipped her head, ''I want you to.''

He turned untamed, vivid as he slipped his hands down her sides, dropping to his knees in front of her. Draco's fingers curled around the clean-cut edge of her dress as he tugged it up, letting it rest around her hips, and in a swift move that slammed the air right out of her lungs — he gripped her knee, flinging it over his shoulder.

''Fucking hell, Clarke,'' He groaned into her inner thigh, sucking on her soft skin, ''So fucking pure.''

Isla whimpered by his heated breaths, fanning her legs and his fingers gripping at her hips. Her spine arched off the wall, tilting her head back to it, ''God—''

He smirked at that. How easy it was for him to make her crumble without even touching her properly. She truly was new to this.

''One fucking sound, Clarke,'' He endangered between marks, ''One fucking sound and I'm leaving.''

Isla nodded quickly as she watched him tear his mask off, enjoying how exposed she was for him, ''Such a fucking mess...'' He mumbled, stroking the spine of his finger over her underwear, ''A wet fucking mess, isn't that so?''

''I am—'' Isla heaved, bucking her hips out of reflex, his breaths lingered, making her squirm as he gently pulled her underwear aside, and her skin shivered by the chilly air as it brushed her core.

''There you go,'' He licked his lips, his fingers massaging the thigh over his shoulder as he looked up at her through his lashes. He was starving to taste her. She could tell the very instant her eyes matched his.

''I am going to make you feel real good now, little slut,'' He leaned closer. His gaze locked with hers, ''Remember to breathe—''

Isla gasped, loudly as soon as his tongue licked a stripe across her pussy, ''Malfoy—''

Draco bent back, staring evilly at her as she whined by the loss of touch, ''One fucking sound, Clarke.'' He warned her again. More severity ripped through his voice this time.

His mouth stayed on her cunt. Flat laps across her clit caused her breathing to stress. Her hands grasped at his hair, clenching her fists.

''I'm not going to use anything else but my tongue, and I want you to cum by the feeling of it, am I clear?''

His note huskily.

''Fuck, so fucking sweet,'' He growled at the taste of her, letting his tongue dance over her cunt, licking up her dripping flavors, ''Such a sweet fucking cunt.''

Her eyes fluttered, nearly rolling back at the way he was stroking her, short, cut-off laps in a fusion with slow, steady ones, focusing on her clit.

''Does it feel good, Clarke?'' His words vibrated through her, adding to the feeling, ''Does my tongue cleaning up the mess you made — feel good?''

She gasped in response. Her eyes snapping to his in need to squeeze her legs together. She couldn't stand the tickling feeling within her — the weight of pressure within the lower parts of her stomach.

''Imagine what my cock could do to you,'' Draco pushed her back, ramming his fingers across her hip, ''Imagine how well you'd clench around me, how I'd stretch you—''

''Please—'' Isla begged, his mumbling tore her apart as her toes curled.

''Pathetic,'' He growled, brushing his teeth over her clit, ''It's pathetic how tight you'd be, how I would fill you up, enough for you to gasp for air—''

She bucked her hips again. Her knees weakened below her, one of her hands dropped the tight grip of his hair, finding her own instead as she breathed out in pure ecstasy.

''I can't wait to feel you around my cock, fucking hell—'' He could feel how close she was. How she was desperate to rock her waist against him, ''Look at me.''

Her eyes squeezed shut, trying to manage the overwhelming pleasure she felt.

''I said—'' His hand on her hip flew to her jaw, gripping it coarsely to bend her head down, ''Look at me.''

He wasn't toying around. The darkened pupils he possessed caused her teeth to grit as he kept on pleasing her. Their eyes collided lustfully.

It was the tipping edge for her — the way he looked so desirously into her eyes while sucking his mouth around her cunt, kitten licking it.

Her spine curved as her hips poked out, and she fell apart. Shredded from the inside, out. She couldn't hold it in anymore as she whimpered within the walls of her mouth.

Draco's brows knitted at that, forcing himself off the ground as he pressed her back into the wall, entirely. His eyes studied hers. A smirk formed on his lips at the way she was pulling herself together.

His fingers digging into her jaw earned another whine from her as she breathed heavily. Her chest pushing against his, and he leaned down, brushing his lips along hers.

''Taste yourself,'' He hissed, catching her lower lip in between his teeth, ''Fucking taste—''

Isla returned it, slamming her lips into his, her breathing strained him hard against her thigh, and her tongue found his. It tingled her senses — feeling the sweet arousal of herself as he savored it for her.

''Good girl,'' Draco pulled away, grinning as he dragged a ring-clad hand through his hair, ''Now, let's keep it like that for the rest of the night, yeah?''

''Yeah...'' She inhaled, shaking her head as he stepped away, his hand closing around the doorknob. Malfoy gestured for her to walk out ahead of him as he slammed the door shut behind them.

Draco's hand found her lower back, shoving her forward as his eyes snapped over the students standing in the corridor. He lowered down at her level, his mask in his hand, ''I'll be right back, go find your friends, and I'll be there in a minute.'' He mumbled before he let go of her, storming into the shadows.

Isla turned around, looking after him confusingly for a moment, hearing the severe steps as they echoed, but she knew that it would be a problem for her if she didn't do as he asked her.

Her fingers fixed the mask still covering her face, and she strode back to the music, looking for her friends.

She searched the sea of people, her head snapping, eyes flickering but nothing. She stood alone in the mass of students, and just as she meant to back up,

''Where did you go?''

Her spine pushed into a warm, muscular chest. Isla's mind battled the insecurity she felt. 

''I asked you a question, Clarke,'' Theodore hummed again, his hand placed on her waist, swaying them slowly to the music, to fit in with the surroundings, ''Don't think I didn't see your little act with Malfoy earlier.''

Isla swallowed, shutting her eyes closed, ''I don't—''

''You know he's only out to make Parkinson jealous?'' Theodore fired as her knees nearly gave in. He had such a hold of her, ''She took Pucey, he took you, but the real question is...''

His other hand glued at her hip, and she unconsciously pressed herself back against him, ''What? What is the real—''

''Who are you making jealous?''

Isla froze, her head tipping back as it landed on his shoulder, allowing herself to move with him, ''No one.''

Theodore scoffed, cocking his head, ''Fucking liar.''

Isla smiled at that — she didn't know why, but something about him being aware that it indeed bothered her to see him and the other girl clinging onto his side made her smile.

''I don't lie—''

Her face fell as her words hushed.

Her heart, even when she knew that this could happen — dropped to the pit of her stomach. The air suddenly turned harder to breathe, and she didn't know why it affected her the way it did.

Her fingers curled into fists as he felt Theodore's entire body shift in stone behind hers. He saw it too, and his jaws gritted because of it.

He knew Draco, one of his best friends, to be cruel, selfish, but he never — not once expected him to do this to the girl in front of him. His fingers tensed into her flesh, but she couldn't feel it.

Everyone around them zoned out as she watched Draco being dragged out of the Great Hall by Pansy.

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