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So It's Plural Now.

S O I T ' S P L U R A L N O W.

His lips hovered just above mine and my arms pressed painfully to the cold wall. Blonde hair fell around his blue eyes that were piercing mine. "Can you live without me?" He whispered.

"I'm not sure I quite have a good enough reason to stay." I smiled and bit my lip.

He huffed a breath of warm air and smirked at me, raising his eyebrows. "Sure about that, darl-"

Just then the painting swung open next to us but Draco and I maintained eye contact. The two boys hustled through the gap.

"Want to put on a show?" Draco whispered. I giggled and nodded.

Our lips came into contact and he held tightly to my thigh, bringing it up around his waist.

"I already told you I don't!" Fred argued, coming through the portrait hole.

"Yeah right. The way you look at her." Harry said.

Fred stepped to the side to let Harry through and his eyes widened as he saw me pushed against the wall. In my peripheral I watched as his jaw dropped.

Holding my middle finger out towards him, I carried on kissing Draco. I smiled as he laughed against my lips.

"Maybe we should talk to Izzy later, Harry." He carried on staring at us but moved back towards the painting.

"What? Why?" Harry stepped out the wall and snorted as he saw us. "Aww. Malfoy turned soft."

Draco moved away from me slightly and turned to look at Harry. "Now, which one of you says you were touching up Isabella?"

Fred went pink to his ears. "You can hear through that wall?"

"I bet when you're pressed up against it like that you can hear pretty well." Said Harry.

"Shove off Potter." Draco snarled. "What's your problem Weasley? Can't seem to keep your hands off her."

"Draco.." I hushed.

"No. I want to know whats going on between you two. You say its nothing after you spend the night together and then I hear he's touching you up? The hell's going on?" He glanced between me and Fred.

"Draco, it's nothing. I would never and you know that." I said harshly.

"I don't know he wouldn't." He pointed at Fred.

"C'mon Draco! I don't like her like that! And since when have you believed everything Harry has said?" He threw his hands up in the air as Draco moved towards him. "Dude I swear down!"

"Fine. But I'm not letting you be alone with him again."

"You can't do that, Draco." I growled.

He scoffed. "I can and I will."

"No you're fucking not." Said Fred. Harry had disappeared back through the portrait. Fred took a step towards me but Draco stood infront of him.

"Stay away from her."

I could see that Fred was biting the inside of his cheeks, "Izzy.." He shook his head sadly and went back into their Common room.

"What the hell, Draco?" I couldn't feel tears coming to my eyes, but I was not about to cry infront of him.

He moved quickly and his hand was at my throat pushing me back against the wall. "Didn't I already explain that you were mine?" Draco snarled.

"I can't when you're like this." I choked.

He released me and took a step back. "I don't get you. This morning we were more than fine and now.."

"And now you're being a dick. You can't keep me from my friends!"

"They're not your friends. Two of them have a crush on you and are touching you up every chance they can get, Potter hates you, and Granger doesn't care!"

"What would you know about having friends? Draco, they're all I've got." Tears began to slip down my face.

"But you've got me." He whispered, trying to sustain his tears.

"I thought I did. But what we've got is so on and off, you're terrified of what people would say, and only come to me when you want something. There's never a moment when you're thinking about what I'm feeling."

"I'm always thinking about what you're feeling." He reached forwards and wiped the tears off my face. "Despite everything, I fell for you. I push myself away from you because I don't want you to get hurt. But then there are moments when I can't do that any longer."

"Draco, I'm sorry. This isn't going to work." I pushed his hand away and kissed him softly on the lips. Then I turned and walked down the hall, back towards the Slytherin dorms.

*****

I got into my dorm and Lily wasn't there. Good. Stipped down to my underwear and wrapped in my duvet, I cried myself to sleep.

"Fred I don't understand. What even happened last night?" A voice whispered.

"Just- I- Let her tell you, okay." Another whispered back.

The door clicked shut and I forced my eyes open. I blinked a couple times, trying to focus on the two figures infront of the door.

"Hey, she's awake!" Said George.

"Izzy your gonna miss breakfast." Said Fred.

I sat up and rubbed my eyes. "Urgh. What time is it?" Then I noticed that both of them were blushing and looking away from me. "What never seen a girl in a bra before?" I laughed.

"Hmf- just- put something on!" Fred said, still avoiding looking at me.

"Okay then." I stood up in just my bra and pants and walked over to my wardrobe. "Oh c'mon guys! I'm wearing a sports bra and boxer shorts for goodness sakes! If I were wearing a bikini you would be looking at me!"

Goerge mumbled something inaudible under his breath. It just sounded like impatient mhmhhmms. Rolling my eyes, I chucked on a white shirt, grey jumper, and high waisted black jeans.

"Kay, let's go." I barged past them both and grabbed my robe off the side before exiting through the door.

*****

When we walked into the main hall, all eyes turned to me. Of course, as I was the school slut now. I gave the middle finger to any of the boys who put on a bit of a sly smile as I walked past. Fred and Goerge split off and sat with Ron at the Gryffindor table. I found a spot next to Blaise Zabini, well away from Malfoy.

"Why aren't you sat with Draco? You usually are?" I asked him.

"Could ask you the same question."

"Hm, yeah that didn't work out."

"Then that explains why he came in and decided to trash our dorm then. The bastard just smashed up my night stand."

"What a baby, honestly." I rolled my eyes.

"Me or him?" Blaise laughed. I laughed too and saw Draco look over at us then angrily turn back to his meal. "So uh, what happened between you two?"

"Apparently, Fred likes me. So Draco said I couldn't see him anymore." I shrugged.

"Everyone knows that."

"Knows what?"

"That Fred likes you. Both of the twins do."

"I knew George likes me, I didn't think Fred did."

"Oh shut up. It's so obvious. He's always flirting with you."

"No he's not! He doesn't like me like that!"

"Suit yourself."

Both of them liked me? Two? As in plural?