Mature content ahead.

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Strolling into the last class of the day, detention — her eyes flickered as she immediately caught the brunet.

Her veins iced at that.

Nearly a week had passed since she last saw a glimpse of him during lunch. Theodore stayed as clear of her as she did of him. Neither of them even tried to earn the other's attention.

It was with a loud sigh, Isla slammed her books down at the table, and she dropped to her seat in the front of the class. Her usual spot.

Fiddling with the quill between her fingers, she caught in the corner of her eye how Ava slipped down onto her seat in the row across from hers, and she did as Isla had done, slammed her books to the table, loudly.

Blaise wasn't slow to follow the movement and the tension in the room quickly became suffocating. Little did she feel how Theodore's sight had been glued onto her since she took a step through the door.

Perhaps she didn't bother anymore. Not caring for either of the two boys. Maybe she was done as she stated she was.

It indeed grew to be tiring, being in a constant battle between two strong-minded people, not know right from wrong, and her body was the main topic of all subjects.

Never was it about her — but whom she slept with and when.

''Mr. Malfoy,'' The professor mumbled, lifting a brow at the blond as he stood unbothered in the doorway, and it knocked Isla right out of her thoughts, ''Lovely of you to join us again.''

The lady's tone was disapproving as she forced her palms into the table, ''Today's assignment will be easy. I want you to learn and master a potion of your own choice. You work in pairs as usual...'' She muttered, raising her chin, ''Green with Zabini, Nott, and Clarke, and Malfoy, you'll have to work on your own—''

Pinching her eyes shut, she rose her hand in the air, quickly, ''Professor,'' She urged, her tone held thin in doubt, ''If you mind—''

''One at the time, Clarke,'' The Professor hewed her off, pointing her finger down the class, and Isla spun around in her seat, only to notice the brunet, reaching his hand into the air just as she'd done.

''Thank you, Professor,'' Theodore held the coldest of looks, ''I'd like to work by myself if that's—''

The lady shook her head, annoyingly sighing at the way she knew both Isla and Theodore would ask to change partners, ''I wouldn't have gone through the trouble of putting you in pairs if I wished for you to change them.''

''Yes but, Professor, I'm sure an exception can be made in this case,'' Theodore looked at her, his green eyes attacking Isla's, pure pain ripped through her, ''I don't feel comfortable working with Clarke—''

''That's truly not my problem, Mr. Nott, is it?'' She fired back, sternly, ''I'm the Professor, and I decide who works with who. If I left that to you, it would be a circus in here!''

Draco watched from a distance. His sight wandered to where Isla's nails dug into the wood of the backrest of her chair and her jaws as they gritted.

''I'll do it,'' Malfoy's voice came out of nowhere, making Isla snap her head, hair spilled wildly across her shoulders, ''I'll take one for the team, and work with Clarke.''

Her eyes rolled at his comment, blushing lightly.

''How kind of you, Mr. Malfoy, but as I said—'' The teacher rose but was quickly hewed off by Draco as he marched up to where Isla sat, and he hunched down at the seat next to hers.

''If there's a problem, and I have a solution, let's just get it over with,'' Malfoy raised a brow, gripping his books on the table, ''Besides...'' He smirked, tilting his head towards Isla, ''Miss Clarke and I have some unsorted business to discuss, and this would be perfect—''

''As you wish, Mr. Malfoy, but toy with me like this in class again, and I'll make sure you won't be free of detention for the rest of the year,'' She shook her head, straightening her shoulders not to let the group of friends get the last of her temper, ''That leaves you to work on your own, Mr. Nott, but don't be too happy—''

The Professor looked out over the five students, ''You are free to leave when your potion is completed, but the two people who fail to complete their potion in time will have to attend a matter in the Forbidden forest later tonight.''

Wincing back, her spine striking the backrest of her seat the very instant she felt Draco's hand, gripping her thigh, and she spun around, wide-eyed to face him, ''What are you—''

''Don't mess up, Clarke,'' Draco tucked his tongue into lips lower lip, rolling it along his inner cheek as he smirked, devilishly, ''Remember what I said about punishment?''

Isla merely gasped at the sensation, her eyes dropping to his hand, clothing her thigh. The ring-clad fingers burnt into her skin.

''I have no intention of being here longer than I have to, and if you...'' He growled underneath his breath, making her slowly look away, not to be obvious of what he was doing to her, ''If you make me late, Clarke. Let's just say that I have a lot of frustration I need to take out on someone.''

He let go of her so abruptly that a whelp escaped her throat at the loss of his touch.

''You're so fucking pathetic, you know that?'' He stared down at his books, ''Nearly moaning in class and for what? For me touching you?''

''I didn't—''

''Yeah?'' He hissed, biting his lower lip as he shoved his chair back, pacing over to the cabinet to bring his supplies, and so did she. Following the movements, before he slammed the vials and bottles down at the table, ''Looks like it, Clarke.''

She annoyingly tucked a strand of hair, constantly bothering her behind her ear as she rolled her eyes at him, ''So you're the one begging the Professor to be a pair with me, and I'm the pathetic one?''

Isla couldn't quite grip her own words before they'd fled her and her cheeks grew red, but she kept her gaze at the vials on the table, not granting him any more of her attention.

''Fuck—'' Draco muttered, ripping a stopper of its flask and pouring a drop of it into a container, ''Watch how you're talking to me.''

''No, you watch it,'' Isla felt a curve on her lips as she tried to talk back, and he noticed.

Trying to conceal his own grin, enjoying the way she was speaking. He frowned at the liquid he was stirring, ''Do I have to put those pretty lips into better use, Clarke? Is that what we're doing here—''

''Mr. Malfoy!'' The Professor yelled in a whisper, hitting him in the head with her newspaper, ''That's a highly inappropriate thing to speak about in class. Now I suggest for you to be quiet and do what you're supposed to.''

Isla had to cover her mouth with her hand not to burst out in laughter at the way Draco's eyes shone in panic, and his skin took on a feverish color, ''Smooth, Malfoy.'' Isla chuckled, stirring her own pot.

''Fuck off,'' Draco peered up below his dark lashes, watching as the Professor stalked away before he leaned over the table, gripping her wrist and he tugged her close, ''I will read your little head if you don't learn to behave, Clarke—''

''And if you do...'' Isla jeered quietly, shooting a stare over her shoulder at the Professor, ''I'll make your life as miserable as you make mine.''

Her mind went straight to where she'd fled from. She knew that he would read it without her permission, and she felt as the courage tempered within her — that she indeed wished to play with him too.

Isla thought about her night with Theodore.

''Oh...'' Draco gulped, letting her arm slip out of his hold, and he sought to act as if he didn't see exactly what she was thinking, ''If that's how you want to do it.''

Thinking about Theodore's fingers as he kissed her chest, pushing into her at a wild pace. How her lips parted, and her fingers curled into fists in Theo's brown locks the very second she lowered herself over him.

Draco's eyes widened.

Isla looked down at her potion, mangling her lips together as she imagined Theodore and her in the water, how she clung onto him with everything she had while her eyes rolled back.

Malfoy hissed, his knuckles paled around the edges of his desk.

The thought of Theodore as his hand ripped through the headboard and she grasped at his jaws, begging him to come for her, pleading him to let her feel him.

Draco's fingers sought to grab a flask, distancing himself from her head, but the very instant he caught Isla's mind, replaying time after time she'd been shaking underneath Theodore as he sunk deeper into her — the glass shattered in his hand.

Isla rose a brow at him, scanning the broken pieces of glass on the table.

''That's fucking enough,'' Draco seethed, his eyes snapping up to hers, and it looked as if his pupils had blown, ''Don't you fucking dare—''

He knew precisely what she was about to do.

''Don't, Clarke, Please—''

Isla licked her bottom lip, thinking about how she came for the brunet, how her back arched and her legs shaking, wrapped around his waist.

''Oh my fucking—'' Malfoy looked away, fuming in rage as he drew a breath, ''You will fucking pay for that. You will pay for coming around his cock. I hope you fucking know that.''

''I thought you said you wouldn't look?'' Isla made a pouting face, finding pleasure in teasing him, ''I have more if you'll—''

''Professor!'' Malfoy yelled out, refusing to look at her by the straining feeling in his pants, ''I'm done, may I leave now?''

She studied the potion in front of the boy, nodding impressively, ''Of course, Mr. Malfoy, but the mess on this table better be taken care of—''

Narrowing his eyes in Isla's, he shot her a nasty glare, ''I'm sure Miss Clarke over here got it covered. It seems like she's gotten everything else, so.''

He grabbed the books on his table before spinning around, quickly and he stormed out, not saying another word to her.

''Looks like you need to hurry up a bit, Miss. Clarke,'' The teacher said, walking back to her desk as she slipped down onto her chair.

Isla couldn't do anything but feel bad for Malfoy and the way she'd done everything to annoy him and keep him on edge. So without reason — proper thinking, she looked around, making sure that no one caught her before she snuck out herself.

Her sight glued down the corridor, noticing how severe Draco's steps were, and she immediately rushed after, ''Malfoy!'' Isla shouted, her voice bouncing across the stone-covered walls, ''Malfoy, can you wait?''

He rounded a corner, ignoring every word she threw his way, and just as she aimed that same part — his hand snatched her upper arm roughly.

His body pressed to hers, and he held her so close that she didn't know if she was breathing properly, ''Malfoy, what—''

''You want to play games with me, yeah?'' He rasped, his eyes finding hers, and he stared deeply, ''Let us play a fucking game, Clarke. You caused this mess—'' He pushed his thigh against hers, and Isla nearly gasped as she felt the throbbing erection straining in his pants.

''You caused this, and you'll fix it,'' He muttered, shoving her away from him yet holding onto her arm as he dragged her with him, down the hall, into an empty bathroom. Locking the door with magic as he pushed her in over the tile floor.

''I'll give you one chance to get out of here if you don't want to do this, Clarke — you better tell me right now. Any second thoughts, and you leave, understood?''

Isla didn't know what to make of this, but the feeling in her gut told her to stay. To let her decide what happens to her body or not. To have her, owning her own body for once.

''I want to—'' She swallowed, looking right at him, ''I want to stay.''

Isla couldn't help it. The physical attraction she felt towards him was overwhelming. This wasn't like it had been with Theodore — with him. She'd been careful, gentle, taken her time.

But with Malfoy, she was starving — hungry for things she'd failed to be with Theodore.

Viciously, his brows lifted. Surprised that she'd chosen to stay — even if he'd never show her that. He'd never give her the satisfaction of her knowing that she'd taken him by surprise.

''Then get down on your knees,'' He gritted. His eyes moved down her body, taking in every inch of her he could see, ''On your fucking knees, Clarke.''

Isla fell to the floor. Her knees crushed against the tile as she tried not to let a pained grimace climb her.

''Hands behind your back,'' He lowered his voice, dropping his books to the ground, and she was coiled by the loud slam, but she did as he'd told her.

Knitting her fingers behind her spine.

''Good girl,'' Draco said, halting a few feet before her, ''Keep them there.''

Isla nodded, her lips parted to speak, but he was too quick — too rapid to catch her doings before she even meant to do them.

''Don't speak, Clarke,'' He rolled his tongue over his lower lip, his hair fell messily over his forehead as he looked down at her with a starving gaze, ''Think. Don't speak, think.''

Dragging her brows together, she scowled at him, ''What am I supposed to think about—''

''Us—'' He cocked his head, keeping his intense stare in hers.

He slowly unzipped his pants, raising with more confidence than ever, and he pushed his boxers aside, letting her see his hand as it wrapped around the shaft of his cock, bringing it out from behind the fabric.

She could nearly feel her mouth as it watered.

''Think about this...'' Her eyes broadened, watching him as he stroked his fist up and down his length, ''Think about this inside you.''

The light flickered in the dimmed bathroom, and she nodded hesitantly to how she'd do this, but she tried.

''Fuck—'' Isla moaned out, feeling as Draco gripped her waist, rocking her back and forth above him, sinking her deeper down his cock, ''I can't—''

''You can and you fucking will,'' Malfoy growled, letting go of her and propping himself up on his elbows to watch her struggle, ''You can take me and you fucking will, Clarke.''

''Fuck,'' Draco groaned at her thoughts, reading them as if nothing, and he began to move his fist over his cock, looking down at her as she was resting on her knees below him, ''Keep thinking like that, yeah?''

''Fuck, I can't—'' Isla breathed through half a moan, her palms pushing into his chest as she slammed herself down repeatedly, ''It feels too good, you're filling me up so good, Malfoy I can't—''

''Come on,'' Draco grunted, his head thrown back, but he quickly tipped it back to stare at her. Watch her chest as her breasts bounced and her face as her lips parted, ''I'm filling you up so fucking good, aren't I?''

''Yes—'' Isla could barely think as she rocked her hips, moaning out of control above him, ''You are, fuck — oh my—''

''Yes—'' Malfoy hissed, quickening the speed with his fist as he pumped his dick, satisfying himself to a point where his eyes nearly pinched shut, ''Just like that, Clarke, keep thinking like that—''

Isla nearly moaned out herself, gawking at him as his pink tip leaked with precum, and his fist worked roughly around it. She'd never seen it before, only felt it through his pants, but it was indeed more than she'd wished for.

''Malfoy—'' She breathed out, her skin heated and her cheeks blushed, ''Do you want me to—''

''Don't touch me,'' Draco fired back, angrily, ''Keep thinking about me, fitting perfectly between those pretty thighs of yours, Clarke. Be a good fucking slut, and do it—''

Flipping them around, tangled in the sheets, he got on top of her, wrapping her legs around his waist to go deeper, ''I'm so fucking deep.''

His cock driving in and out of her with ease, twitching every time he felt her slick arousal and her tight walls as they hugged firmly around him. He groaned out repeatedly at the sense of how warm she was.

''Fucking hell, Clarke. You take my cock so fucking well,'' He was fucking her at a punishing pace now, having no remorse for the bruising his hips caused hers, ''I could fuck you like this all day—''

Isla moaned out loudly. He nearly stole the breath from her lungs at the way he was punishing her, ''And I'd— ah fuck—'' She couldn't speak anymore, ''I'd want you to, Malfoy—''

Her neck bent into the pillow as he nailed her into the mattress. The headboard rattled against the wall, ''I want you to fuck me like this, all-day— fuck,'' She was cut off by another moan,

''Fuck me like this every day, Malfoy—''

Draco growled within the flesh of his mouth again. His lashes nearly fluttering shut as he felt his high coming crashing down, ''Fuck, Clarke. Don't stop, don't you dare fucking stop—''

Isla gulped as her knees bruised against the floor, but she was too consumed in watching him please himself. Seeing that twitch in his eyebrows and his eyes as they hungrily stared into hers.

''Please—'' She begged, her nails scratching down his back, feeling his skin as it fused with hers and the coil in the pit of her stomach as it was on the tipping point of dropping, ''Please, I'm—''

''Fuck— oh— Clarke—'' Draco couldn't hold himself together anymore, not a word formable, ''Fucking hell, let me fuck you like I fucking hate you—''

Isla shook at that, her fingers dropping from his spine as she clenched the sheets in between her fingers, ''Fuck you like you hate me, Malfoy,'' She gasped out, arching her chest into his, ''Fuck me like you fucking hate me—''

''Fuck, Clarke—''

''Malfoy—'' She moaned so loudly that he had to muffle the sweet sound with his palm, shaking his head at her as the damp strands of his hair tickled her forehead, ''I can't—''

He pushed his lips to hers, catching her pretty sounds in his mouth, and he moaned just as raspily back into hers, ''Fucking come for me, Clarke.''

The notes of her gasping for air as he fucked her senselessly caused him to rupture. Isla blinked, quickly at the look of his hand stroking faster.

His chest heaving.

''Come here,'' He grunted, looking down at her as his untied fist found her hair, yanking her head forward, and she whined out, ''Look at me.''

She did, Isla stared up at him through her lashes, and he grinned, evilly, ''Now stick your tongue out,''

Again, Isla obeyed without question, letting her tongue slip over her bottom lip as he aimed for it, and before she had any chance to react — he came, his sperm shooting down her throat without once letting her tongue touch him.

''Fuck—'' Draco moaned, throwing his head back as his eyes pinched shut, allowing his whole load to pour down her throat, and he brushed his thumb across his tip, collecting the last of it.

''Swallow,'' He demanded, raising a brow at her and gripping her jaw as she once again did as he'd commanded, ''Good fucking girl.''

Draco let his palm cup her cheek, and he bent her head back, slipping his slightly covered thumb in between her lips and letting the flavor of him linger as she licked it clean.

''Fuck, Clarke,'' He mumbled as he backed away, zipping his pants and dragging his clean hand through his messy strands, ''To think you'd be this much of a good girl, yeah?''

Her cheeks burnt as she pushed herself off the floor, watching him wash and dry his hands. She wanted to say something — to ask him why she couldn't touch him, but at the same time, she couldn't.

Not wishing to disturb the tension they'd created.

''I'm—'' She sought to speak, but his jaws, as they clenched along with the cold look as it mounted his temples, hewed her off, and she frowned.

''You'll do fucking nothing—'' He shook his head, marching towards the door and unlocking it with the same magic he'd used to seal it with, ''Shut that dirty fucking mouth of yours and be quiet about this, or else—''

He didn't let her answer. He simply stormed off again, leaving her doubtful and confused behind.

Draco nearly looked remorseful to her. As he'd regretted what he'd done in the bathroom with her and that image — that frown he carried, along with the light cracking in his voice, haunted her all the way back to the detention class she'd left.

Her eyes grounded as she walked inside, and to her surprise, the instant she looked up, her hues flickering, confusingly by the brunet as he sat, rolling his eyes at her and his sight plastered onto her swollen lips.

Theo could almost imagine what she'd been doing.

''Where is—'' Isla whispered, striding up to her seat and collecting her books, ''Where is Professor—''

''You'd know if you weren't so fucking easy, wouldn't you?'' Theodore snapped lowly. His embrace fumed in rage, ''You really let him fuck you that easily? Fucking pathetic—''

''That's enough,'' She spoke back, hugging her books to her chest and turning around, ''You don't get to call me names, Theodore. You've hurt me and I—''

''I don't care,'' He tried to seem careless, that her doing things with Malfoy didn't bother him the slightest, ''I don't fucking care. I ended whatever we had, and I don't regret that in the slightest.''

Her lips fell parted, and her eyes pierced through his, feeling her heartbeat as it swelled in her ears, ''And still, here you are, trying to shame me for what I decide to do with my body?''

Her voice was much harsher now, ''Is this really what you do? You use someone, you mess with their feelings, and when you're done with them — you throw them away, and you shame them for putting themselves back together?''

He didn't say a word.

Isla scoffed, ''That's real classy of you, isn't it? But you got what you wanted, didn't you? You fucked me, and you beat Draco to it, so congratulations, Theodore—''

She marched towards the exit, looking away from him and turning around in the doorway, ''Congratulations for being the most pathetic human being I've ever met.''

Aiming to walk out, to leave him with the hurtful words that wrenched her from the inside to speak — Theodore cleared his throat, provokingly, ''You're forgetting something, Clarke.''

Huffing out a sigh, she stopped, hearing as he shoved his seat back and his steps as they echoed along the floor.

''What?'' She asked irritatingly. Her voice laced with so much frustration that it shot through him like daggers. Never had she been this upset with him, ''What can you possibly want now?''

He was so close to her now, she could feel how his scent lingered, ''You forgot how you said that I'm no better than you, so that makes you just as pathetic as me then, doesn't it?'' He nearly chuckled darkly, ''And you forgot the part where we both finished last today, so whether you want it or not...''

Isla inhaled sharply as his chest nudged her spine, bending over her and whispering in her ear, ''You're stuck with me for the rest of the night.''

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