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Hehe. Rugby Tackled.

I was stood in the bathroom getting ready, Draco was taking too long trying to sort his hair in the mirror even though it only had one style. My fingers knotted my hair into a plait that ran over my shoulder - it was much more annoying not being able to use magic to do my hair. I picked up my electric toothbrush which I hadn't used in ages. For some reason there were no electric sockets at Hogwarts and I had to make do with a normal one.

My dad walked in and hung a towel up on the rail, he smiled at me in the mirror and glanced suspiciously at Draco (who wasn't wearing a shirt at the time).

I shoved the toothbrush into my mouth, Draco jumped beside me. Suddenly my dad shouted, "DON'T YOU DARE!"

I turned to see that Draco was holding his wand and pointing it at me. My dad sprinted across the room and tackled Draco to the floor, his head making an unpleasant thud on the tiles. His wand skidded across the floor and he scrambled under my dads weight to try and reach it.

Turning off the toothbrush, which was obviously the cause of Draco's concern, and took a hold of my dads shoulders to pull him off Draco. "Woah. Just a toothbrush, no big deal." I glared at my dad and shoved him towards the door. He was still staring at Draco who was lying on the floor cradling his head, wand in hand.

"I won't have him doing magic in this house!" My dad whispered, angrily. "He nearly attacked you!"

"Dad, he would never. Not in a million years, and its not like he'd be using a killing curse! I've been hit by stupefy a thousand times!" I opened the door for him and pushed him into the hall. He gave me a grumpy look and a final glare at Draco before walking away. I rolled my eyes and turned back to Draco.

"You okay?" I couldn't suppress my smile and I laughed as I bit my lip. "He fucking rugby tackled you!"

He slowly stood up and rubbed the back of his head. "Yeah and it hurt. And sorry for nearly like..."

"Yeah, yeah. It's fine, toothbrushes are scary." I mocked. "I'll talk to my Dad about it later. How's your head?"

He turned around and I saw a slight bump had already formed. "Painful."

"I'll get some ice." I walked down stairs and grabbed some ice out the freezer.

---Draco's PoV--- *****

I was brushing my hair back with my fingers, it wouldn't stay in place. Izzy's dad walked in and placed a towel on a rail, he gave me a strange look and I attempted a smile back. I loud buzzing came from Isabella, it seemed to come from inside of her. Instinctively, I pulled my wand out of my pocket and held it towards her, ready to attack whatever came out of her.

Suddenly, a pain rushed through my head and I was layed out on the cold floor. Weakly, I attempted to push off whatever was ontop of me, I reached for my wand but it was across the floor. Wriggling towards it, the weight was pulled off me and I saw that Izzy had lifted her Dad off of me and was shoving him towards the door.

"Woah. Just a toothbrush, no big deal." Izzy said, angrily.

Oh. A toothbrush. Not a monster. Oops.

I held my head and discovered a bump, I pressed down on it and was disappointed with how much it hurt. Izzy's dad had left the room and she was walking over to me.

"You okay?" She said laughing, "He fucking rugby tackled you!"

I heaved myself off the floor. "Yeah and it hurt." Couldn't she sympathise with me just a little? Maybe a kiss to make it better? "Sorry for nearly like..."

"Yeah, yeah. It's fine toothbrushes are scary I'll talk to my dad about it later. How's your head?"

"Painful"

"I'll get some ice." And she left me by myself, staring in the mirror wondering why I was so weak that I couldn't withstand a rugby tackle.

I sat on the edge of the bathtub, awkwardly waiting for her to come back. A strawberry shampoo bottle caught my attention and I picked it up and flicked the lid. It smelt just like Izzy. Like fresh strawberries. I squeezed some out onto my hand- a stupid thought entered my head and I licked it. How thick did you have to be? It did not taste like strawberries as I was half expecting and I immediately shoved my head under the tap and filled my mouth with water.

It dribbled out of my mouth and down my chest. Cold. I spat into the sink and filled my mouth with water again. The door opened and made me jump. Choking on the water, it fell out my mouth and I turned to see Isabella standing unimpressed in the doorway. I coughed again and felt water travel up my nose, spitting into the sink I felt her eyes on me and my cheeks turned red. Then she started laughing as I went into another coughing fit.

"It's-" another cough "Not funny!"

"What happened?!" She said between laughs.

"I uhh... Kinda ate shampoo..." I'm pretty sure my face looked like a tomato at this point.

"Phahaha! Why!?"

"It smelt like strawberries!"

She threw the ice pack towards me and I held it to my head. With my free arm, I pulled her towards me into a hug. She placed a hand on my chest and warmth spread through me, well until she said, "Ew, why is your chest all wet?"

"Uhh, the whole eating shampoo incident." Then she was dabbing a towel on me and I couldn't help but smile down at her.

"Honestly." She sighed, carelessly staring at my chest.

Before I knew it, I was kissing her. The towel dropped on the floor and her hands stuck to my chest. The taste of cherry filled my mouth and made my tongue dance. My hands slipped to her waist and pulled her closer, the ice pack dropping with a thud behind me.

I wanted to pick her up and place her on the edge of the bathtub. I wanted to kiss her and make her moan my name. I wanted to undress her and make her want me. So I did...

---Isabella's PoV--- *****

He lifted me up with ease and I swung my legs around his waist, I gripped him tightly as I was placed down and staring into his chest. Draco's hand held me firmly at my thigh and the other supporting my head at the back of my neck.

There was no hesitation and he was leaning his head down to kiss me. His mouth moved slowly and was pushing my head into his hand. When he started to bite gently at my neck, shivers ran down my spine and he pulled my body closer.

"Draco.." I whispered, my hands balling into fists - gripping the back of his belt. He chuckled and I could imagine the smug look on his face, mouth pulled into a grin with him struggling to press his lips together. Cold hands lifted the edge of my shirt and slid around my waist.

"Hmm. We need to go..." I murmered into his chest. My forehead pressed against him and warmth spread through my body.

"Do we though?" He was now pressed right against me and his hands fiddling with my waistband.

"Hmhmm." Extending my arms, I pushed him away from me but his hands still gripped my waist. My eyes trailed down his stomach, memorising the pattern of his muscles.

"What happened to needing to go?" He asked, I could hear the smile in his voice.

I sighed. "Yeah..." When I stood I was then staring at his jawline - Biting my lower lip, I forced myself to pluck his hands off my waist and move away.