`` the sinners sin . . . [[scorpius]]

[quinn bernard grey]

`` Mr. Q. B. Grey_______________

It was hardly unusual to find Quinn sitting by himself in some quiet corner of the castle, lost to his own musing thoughts or quietly jinxing others when their backs were turned. His attentions were turned to shooting subtle spells at small objects – namely the Bertie Botts’ Beans that occupied the open box that sat on the table in front of him, conjuring them to soar into the air before relinquishing them from the grip of his magic and catching them in his mouth, all from casual position on the couch. But what was odd was his location, situated dead in the centre of the communal common room, somewhere that was dreadfully sociable and many Slytherins – including Quinn himself – avoided like the plague as such.

But the Sixth year was feeling bored and in a rut and felt that he deserved some cheering up by way of interaction with the castle’s other residents; whether that be through amusing himself torturing them or through appreciation of his looks and reputation, he wasn’t feeling particularly fussy. He was being given a wide berth however, students seeming to have cottoned on that he must be up to something to have shown his face in so public a place (whilst he was after a bit of admiration from his peers, he tended to give off the aura that followers annoyed him as not to appear overtly vain). A minor setback however as the nonchalant air that he was giving off through seemingly not paying anyone else the slightest attention and occupying himself with pilfered jellybeans had attracted the attention of two small groups of girls – mixed houses but all of adequate age that it wouldn’t look overly creepy should he feign some interest. Alas, failing his current tastes, no males seemed interested in the same way; the student body populace was irksomely straight-laced and sadly proper – disheartening, but he was willing to deal with the hand he was given.

He threw five beans up into the air and caught them one after another in his mouth, to a round of claps from the trio who were sitting by the window – making no attempts to hide the fact that they were watching him, much to the glares and disapproval of the other group who were sitting by the empty fire and trying to look casual. His moment of win was disrupted however as he bit down into the beans, fire erupting in his mouth as he found flavours of cinnamon and horseradish mixing with something that tasted horribly green, the Slytherin clamping a hand to his mouth before spitting out the sweets into the bin that had been positioned tactically nearby. A sycophantic eruption of giggles and cooing issued from the girls by the fireplace, their heads thrown back in exaggerated laughter with eyes darting between Quinn and the enemy group; pleased at the resultant weak – and oh-so-terribly-put-on – smile that the Slytherin offered them in return.

Taking this as their cue, the four girls ventured closer, taking up position on the couch on the opposite side of the table, yet not taking the initiative and actually speaking to the Slytherin, who – although he carefully and in measured manner watched them approach – said not a word to them either and instead decided to adopt a rather coy role and satisfy himself with shy seeming flickers of his gaze in their direction from time to time. It was of course all a ruse, to lull them into false sense of security and persuade them that he wasn’t really as bad as his reputation made him out to be, that in actual fact he was a caring, sweet and sensitive person that they should be happy to take home to meet their mothers and fathers – though only after showing him that they only presented as the good little student but were really very intense and passionate in very many ways beyond their studies. However, it seemed that they would have some competition for his attention, the other trio spreading themselves about the two armchairs that completed the suite whilst indulging in conversation, which piqued the Slytherin’s interest, and removing excessive clothing layers.

At this, the girls on the couch seemed to snap and innocent competition grew to full scale war between the opposing groups (despite it ending up the Hufflepuff was fighting the other Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws against Ravenclaws, and even a pair of Gryffindors in the mix). Amongst the hair pulling and screeching, one soul flopped down on the couch by Quinn’s feet – her act of exhaustion poorly masking the come-hither expression that she truly wore. With her companions distracted, she would move in for the prize – and Quinn was all but too happy to oblige, quickly shifting position and sliding her along the couch towards him (the movement almost like magic) and locking lips with her, the pair becoming oblivious to the quarrel behind them.

STATUS;; done.
WORDS;; eight-one-eight.
NOTES;; was thinking they could maybe get a competition of one-upmanship going, some bragging and random pulling of girls..? Any other ideas, feel free to bung them in. =)
MUSIC;; love you to death - type o negative.
OUTFIT;; [clicky].
TAGGS;; mr. s. a. malfoy.

[scorpius hyperion malfoy]

*/ i don't need a reason, baby; put your arms around me.
hold me real close, clap me in irons. come on, caligulove me!
DARLING, THERE ARE NO TABOOS IN LUST. MY VEINS COURSE BLOOD THAT'S SO VENOMOUS.
WHEN THE HEARTLESS HEARS A HEARTBEAT HE'S JEALOUS, SO JEALOUS - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Scorpius’ eyes fluttered open to reveal his surroundings. Flashbacks from the previous night began to make their way into his train of thought, but as he took in his environment, it was quite obvious what had happened. He had screwed some useless bitch and judging by the smile upon her doll-like face as she slept away beside him, she had more than enjoyed it. Letting his eyelids close for a moment, he realized that the female sound asleep beside him had been the virginal Ravenclaw he had had his eyes on for at least a week now. How could he have resisted? With her young, supple breasts and her tight, firm ass, Scorpius had to give into temptation when it came to her uncharted body.

Besides most were aware that he had a terrible weakness for innocent blondes and this Ravenclaw happened to fill his expectations almost perfectly. Yeah, her body would cause any man to look twice and her facial features were beautiful, but she was an idiot. And Scorpius was surprised – she was, after all, in Ravenclaw. Wasn’t that lot supposed to be intelligent? Well, any bitch who chose the spend the night keeping Scorpius Malfoy’s bed warm while expecting anything besides a physical relationship from him was clearly dense and deaf. He knew he had a reputation and so did everyone in this school. Why girls still lined up to be played and taken advantage of still seized to amaze him. Not that he was complaining. Lifting the sheet over his body, he sauntered into the bathroom within his room to brush his teeth and take a shower.

Once he finished bathing, and admiring his physique, the Slytherin wrapped a towel around his waist and entered his bedroom once again. And there she stood, perfectly sculpted with no trace of clothing to cover her body. He bit his lip and clenched his fists to repress himself from grabbing her and replaying last night’s scenario once again. His grey eyes wandered her shamelessly and she giggled and paced over to him. Running a finger down his chest, she looked him right in the eyes with a coy smile.
“Let’s go again.” She muttered, gently unwrapping the towel and watching it drop to the floor. Scorpius could only chuckle and smile charmingly.

In a heartbeat, he would have agreed. He would have been the one to suggest it. But Astoria had been on his case ever since she walked in on him in the midst of fucking some Hufflepuff in her office. His mother’s eyes were on him more carefully than before and he knew that she would be suspicious considering he had missed breakfast and lunch.
“Tonight.” He mumbled, placing his hands upon her hips and pulling her body against his. He brought his lips to her neck softly, leaving a trail of kisses upon her pale skin.
“I have school work I need to attend to.” He lied confidently; if she was aware of the true reason for his reluctance to fuck her again, she sure as hell would not be happy about him having sex with another girl.
She nodded, disappointment quite obvious in her eyes, and grabbed her panties and bra from the ground and placed them back on. Putting his boxers and a pair of jeans on as well, Scorpius kissed her hungrily on her lips one last time before she left.

He was fully aware that when classified as a jerk, it would result to some females showing hatred towards him. A majority of the time it had to do with their past encounter with Scorpius. They had thought he was being honest when he told them that he loved them and that they were the most beautiful girl he'd ever laid eyes on. Obviously after he had sex with them a couple of times he had ended it, and those girls held a terrible grudge towards him. But it was their own fault; people were constantly advising them to stay away from him because he had never been serious about relationships. But they were too dim to follow advice and allowed for Scorpius to have his fun. Of course, Scorpius had no opposition to this. But he continued to tell himself that he was not to blame for these girls holding grudges towards him - none of them were truly able to catch his interest. None actually gave him something to fight for, so who could blame him for growing bored? Besides, the Slytherin’s heart was cold, impure and incapable of truly loving any female.

Pulling a white shirt off a hanger in his closet, the Slytherin slipped it onto his body and left the room. Scorpius headed towards the common room only to enter on numerous females from multiple houses engaged in a brawl. Some were in corners grabbing each other’s hair and others were punching each other ruthlessly. His grey eyes landed on the only person who could be behind such a situation: Quinn lay on one of the couches, making out with one of the girls sane enough to not be clawing at the others. Scorpius had known his friend since childhood and around the school, the two were known as the unconquerable duo. They had this school wrapped around their fingers and its women in the palm of their hands. Raising an eyebrow, he chuckled idly at the sight of the insane, barbaric women.

Feeling each female’s gaze land on him was something he was used to and he couldn’t help but smirk pompously as it occurred. Twelve of them raced over towards him, but stopped dead in their tracks once a pair of hands wrapped around his waist from behind. Scorpius placed his hands atop hers, still smiling haughtily. Bringing his hands underneath hers, he intertwined his own with hers. Just by feeling the soft skin on her hands he could identify the girl – those hands had been around his dick multiple times. Turning to face her, he pressed his lips against her own , his hands wandering up her skirt as he grabbed her ass. He loved toying with Hufflepuff girls – they were so much more innocent, and the fact that this one was naive only made the game more amusing. Besides, similar to his earlier Ravenclaw conquest, she had a head full of blond curls, and any attractive blond girl caught his attention. The only reason Scorpius kept this Hufflepuff around was obvious; she was there whenever he was in the mood for sex and she gave decent head. Scorpius removed his lips from hers, realizing that his entrance had only encouraged the fighting. Some bitches had no self respect whatsoever, and Scorpius pitied them deeply.

Scorpius, bringing the Hufflepuff along with him, placed one hand on her ass once again and led her towards one of the couches. He ignored the gazes of the females in the room switching from each other to himself and took a seat while placing the blond in his lap. Feeling a pair of moist lips press against his neck from behind, Scorpius looked out of the corner of his eye to see a Slytherin brunette kissing his neck tenderly. These girls weren’t usually this horny – maybe they were on their periods or something. His smirk grew as she placed her hands on his shoulder and the young Malfoy was surprised to see that the Hufflepuff didn’t mind. Instead, she kissed his lips competitively, but after a moment he pushed her away so he was able to speak. Slightly disappointed, she resulted in placing her left hand underneath his shirt and running her fingers along his chest. Scorpius’ gaze moved over to Quinn with no care for the fact that he was interrupting his friends’ game of tonsil hockey by talking to him.

“Grey, were all those bitches fighting for you? Well, there’s no doubt that they’re fucked up in their heads.”

[/b] He smiled roguishly towards his friend, teasing him slightly. It wasn’t abnormal behavior; from the moments that they had become friends, their relationship consisted of witty remarks and competitiveness.

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[quinn bernard grey]

`` Mr. Q. B. Grey_______________

Quinn’s arms quickly wrapped her up, pulling her in as close as that it would take several large men with crowbars to pry them apart, fingers tangling up in her hair and tugging at the shirt on her back with knuckles kneading the skin underneath in massaging motion (for mere politeness’ sake the Slytherin supposed that to launch his hands straight underneath the material may seem forward – even if she had done the initiating and even if he knew that that would be coming presently regardless; protocol was protocol). She, also adhering to the rules of public engagement in still wholly inappropriate kissing, sufficed herself with wrapping her fists up in the front of his shirt, tearing open another couple of buttons and pressing heaving chests against one another. Shifting a little again, Quinn replaced his feet upon the couch, the pair almost positioned horizontally with legs quickly becoming as entangled as possible and still without sign of surfacing for breath – not that the affair looked messy or in any way yet resembled drowning, the actions clearly restricted by the sheer volume of eyes that both could feel upon them (Quinn’s need for a sense of privacy kicking in, in annoying fashion).

Eyes closed, he didn’t realise Scorpius’ entrance on the button, but as his other sense were heightened by the lack of vision pricks of conversation reached his ears, the other Slytherin’s name jettisoning around and the shifting of gazes between the two friends was almost as tangible. Whilst still entangled enough with the girl – who according to the tie that was twisted around his arm, was a Gryffindor – that it was near enough impossible to tell where one ended and the other began, he felt himself little involved and almost seeking a distraction from her company (without the prospect of this leading anywhere, which it surely wouldn’t when the others stopped their bickering and recounted their numbers, the challenge was lost and something new was needing sought). His hands however remained in position, against the skin of her back and inner, upper thigh, as he drew back from the prolonged kiss, nuzzling against her and allowing her to settle into comfortable position against him with her hands and attentions drawn to play with one of the many chained pendants around his neck.

Quinn’s attentions fell to Scorpius then, casting his Housemate a smug side-on glance and a familiar cocking of his eyebrow to accompany a smirk – while most of his look stoked his own ego and bragged of conquest, therein also lay an acknowledgement of the girl that Scorpius had perched upon his knee, silently offering accolade to the other. Though again here there was a protocol, between the two competition existed in everything: every conversation, every action, every facet of existing; so, deeming it now appropriate to respond answered smugly, “Please! You expected any less of me that to have the place in uproar, w’girls sparring left and right to be the next one on my dick?” he scoffed, fingers idly running up and down the unbuttoned, low v of the Gryffindor girl’s shirt as she, in bid for attention, switched to stroking Quinn’s hair. “And just cause you can only get the crazy ones, doesn’t mean the ones that I get are the same...” He smiled in a way that was very rarely seen outside of their particular relationship; the expression extended to his eyes and was much more infectious than his usual smirk, an open look which was almost entirely unrestricted. Almost – and Quinn would have liked nothing more than to allow himself complete ease in the look, but feelings beyond friendship felt for the other Slytherin prevented such.

Quinn was fairly sure that Scorpius remained oblivious to this, he hoped that he did – and when everything was considered (his ability to lie, his caution, the fact that they were such good friends anyway, the number of girls that he also lusted after...) there was really no reason for any suspicion, despite his open attitude to his own bisexuality – orientation was just an unspoken point in their relationship, it was easier just to like girls around someone like Scorpius. Regardless of what wasn’t - and would never be - happening between them, their friendship remained just as steadfast as any other, characters so similar right down to ending up in the same house after so many years before Hogwarts; yet the divergences irked Quinn more than he was ever likely to admit. For starters, Scorpius’ derogatory treatment and name-calling of girls wasn’t really on in Quinn’s book (though he was liable to play up to the other Slytherin subconsciously and out of friendship, it was just something that happened), and whilst “no” could be turned into “yes”, that stage was always necessary...

“Not that they’re gonna be fighting over me much longer, stud like you in the room!” he joked with barely concealed laughter and another scoff, eyeing Scorpius like he was something that he had just scraped off of the bottom of his shoe – though in as friendly a way as was possible to make such a look. “Just have to make up some vicious rumour about your, ahem, inadequacies...” he feigned innocence, though again fighting a losing battle to maintain such seriousness amidst the banter.

STATUS;; done.
WORDS;; eight-eight-two.
NOTES;; no worries! apologies for my mooshy brain and ramblations...
MUSIC;; ballroom blitz - sweet.
OUTFIT;; [clicky].
TAGGS;; mr. s. h. malfoy.