<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> Lily.<br/><br/></span><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Malfoy just sat there wordless at first, trying to take in what had upset her so and why she threw everything at him. Honestly, he did not expect such a strong reaction for him being his usual self. Her words were a little clouded, but clear enough that Scorpius understood the jist of what she was trying to say. He took a sigh and leaned back onto the bed lightly, slipping a hand into her hair to toy with a single lock lightly. "I don't know what comes after 'feels'. You yourself couldn't finish the sentence. Honestly, Lily, I didn't deserve to have vases and all my stuff that I bought you thrown at me, when you can't even properly tell me why." He paused, his tone not really angry, but more quizzical. <br/><br/>"I don't know what you want me to say. I bought you the gifts every year because you're close to me, because I care for you. You obviously mean more to me than other girls, despite what everyone around us says because of our last names. Yet, that's all it ever was. A friendship that drifted apart, while I tried to maintain contact by remembering all your birthdays and buying you what you desired most. So why is it exactly, that talking to another girl has you throwing all the things that I spent most of my money on to make you happy, right in my face?" <br/><br/>He pulled out the locket from his pocket. "Even this?" </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;">A loud moan finally left his throat and echoed through the hall as the tip of his length pressed into her folds, only being held back by the drenched black fabric. His hands tightened on her ass as he held her suspended in mid air, his nails digging into her skin lightly to maintain further moans from escaping him. His hips could not sustain his will to win this game any longer, helplessly prodding and pushing his length against the black lace panties, trying to rip them apart from her so he could thrust forward and shove his length where it belong. His breath came out in light pants, his tongue escaping him to run along the side of her neck before his teeth clamped down on her shoulder and heavily bit to return bruised favor. There was nothing he could do to stop himself now, nothing he could do to win this game of patience. <br/><br/>His fingers slipped beneath the string holding her pants together, and with a quick snap he yanked his fingers upwards and the panties came undone. Within seconds, he had already grabbed it and tossed it in one of his desk's drawers, but instantly brought his attention back to her as he held her against him, naked and bare, ready to be rammed by her Dark Lord. He flashed her a lustful grin, his teeth seizing her lip's lower pair as he set her back on the desk, inching her as far out as she could so she would remain seated, but her legs able to spread. He grabbed both of her legs and pulled them apart, his length now throbbing and pulsing, excited enough that a rope of precum shot from the tip and landed just beneath her stomach. <br/><br/>His grin widened, as if marking his mate for all to see. Just then, his wait was nearly over. His hips pushed forward and the shaft of his length gave the first long and teasing grind against her folds, roughly pressing into her clit and retreating to place it's head against her entrance.<br/>His hands tightened on her thighs, his eyes were staring directly into hers. All she needed to do was push forward, and her lord's length would have finally pounded itself deep into his mistress.</span>