<div class="floatleft">(http://i896.photobucket.com/albums/ac161/boobytrap1993/02_zpsb359fd77.jpg) (http://s896.photobucket.com/user/boobytrap1993/media/02_zpsb359fd77.jpg.html)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Name:</strong> Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy<br/><strong>Position:</strong> Student<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Castle Grounds, Student Housing. <br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>  Athena, The rain of stuff. <br/><br/></span><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">With Athena's word ringing in his mind, Scorpius knocked again before he was yelled at that his last name was not allowed within the room. He rolled his eyes for a moment, she always had a flare for the dramatic. He pulled out his wand, and with a quick wave at the lock the words were whispered. "Alohamora.". Just like that, a click, and the door came unlocked. Malfoy pushed it open and rather hesitantly stepped inside, doding the new fragments of glass at the yet again broken vase or plate, he didn't know, he just carefully stepped over them so he wouldn't stab himself in the foot.<br/><br/>He tiptoed all the way to the bed she was on and sat down next to her. There was an awkward, quiet silence for a few moments as his hand came down to lightly pet her cat. He turned his body lightly, a brow raised so he could look at her and watch out for her expressions. "First of all, as my friend was saying, someone can grab these and curse you. Mind your last name, so here you go." With that, he slipped into her hands both the locket and the earrings, letting his hand linger at hers lightly. <br/><br/>"Now will you please tell me why you attempted to murder me with Vases, lockets, and panties from your balcony? I realize the Potter joke was a little lame but I don't deserve to have projectiles hurled at me. A little harsh Lily, no?"</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"></span><div class="floatleft">(http://s13.postimage.org/tbe7h5cgz/007.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Name:</strong>  Rome Ivos Dotson.<br/><strong>Position:</strong> Defense against the Dark Arts Teacher.<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Castle Grounds, North Tower, Dark Arts Lecture Hall.  <br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Svetlana.<br/><br/></span><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Within moments of her sweater tearing off, her pants followed and left her nearly naked before him, his gaze stopped by a pair of black panties and a bra to match. The lace was all too easily removable, and his hands found themselves grabbing at her breasts in need, wrapping around her as they furiously kissed to unlace her bra and have it fall from her body, his hand snatching it and tossing it across the room so it was no longer an obstacle to keep him from her flesh. His hands instantly took hold of her breasts, letting them fill his hand before he gave them a tight squeeze, his lips parting just a moment to growl a lustful moan against her own lips that seized him ever so tightly. <br/><br/>Before he knew it, his shirt was gone and her nails raked themselves down his chest, causing him to break the kiss again only to growl louder in the infuriatingly pleasurable feeling of her nails scratching at his skin. His length, quickly seized and grinded against by her hand the moment his pants and boxers were thrown to the ground, throbbed and pulsed against her as she instantly stroked it. She seemed to know every tiny detail of what to do, to keep him under her command as they ravaged each others bodies, and before he could move another muscle he found her teeth sinking into his neck and a vicious moan of pleasure left him. He seemed to get more and more excited the more dangerously painful their experience got, the rougher she was with him, the more he seemed to go crazy for her, the more his body needed to grab her and pin her to its will. <br/><br/>A small leak of blood sprang from her bite mark, letting a tiny stream drip down his neck and he could not care less about it. She kissed at the bruise, and that moment of delicacy was his chance to give him his dominance back. His hips suddenly began to push back and forth, thrusting his length into her hand like he would between her legs in a few more moments. His hands came down and loudly spanked her ass, before taking a full grip and nearly picking her up off the desk with his strength alone, forcing her hand to let go and grinding the shaft of his length between her legs and against the black lace panties, roughly rubbing against her clit while attempting to satisfy his desire in his rugged and vicious foreplay. It was a little game, to see who would break first and literally beg for it, grab the other, pin him down and take what they wanted. </span>