*/ you're the icing on my cake ; isobel

[scorpius hyperion malfoy]

Scorpius had always been the conceited asshole people expected him to be. It made perfect sense, considering that was the reputation his father had been given at a minor age. But, seeing as Scorpius continued to strut around like an all-to-proud peacock, he didn’t seem to mind what people thought of him. He couldn’t blame them for their opinions; arrogance flowed through his veins like blood. And his manwhore tactics had quickly developed into something that people were familiar with. Women and sex were the key to Scorpius’ happiness, and Scorpius was keen towards being content. Scorpius had proudly gained the reputation he had been expected to have since birth. The egotistical Slytherin was a jerk, loved to move from woman to woman and was loved and hated by many. But along with the hate came respect, not to mention admiration, and Scorpius lived to be in awe of. His father and mother had brought him up well; at least, he thought so. He had been given the best, was taught class and malice, but unfortunately hadn’t been taught on how to deal with not getting his way.

Like, for instance, now. He should have been finding a girl to entertain him for the afternoon and then have been finishing the evening off with Sophia, but that clearly wasn’t an option now. Not when he was receiving such a low mark in care of magical creatures. It really wasn’t like him – usually, he stayed on top of his classes and got high marks in all of them. However, he despised animals. They were nasty, smelly and disobedient, which explained his mark in the class. And now, for the first time, he had to be tutored. He had made sure that the session would take place at the back of the library seeing as he felt ashamed at the idea of someone else been smarter than him in something. The only positive aspect of the situation was that Isobel, a Ravenclaw in his year who was without a doubt hot, would be his tutor. They had a history that revolved around Scorpius constantly trying to get her in bed and her unchangingly refusing. It had dawned on him that she actually didn’t want to sleep with him, – and it had taken him a while to realize this considering he believed himself to be the sexiest man alive – but it didn’t stop him from continuing with his usual cycle. He was determined, and simply irritating her brought a smile to his face.

Pulling on a pair of jeans and a shirt, the young Slytherin exited his dorm room and headed for the library. Entering, he paced to the back of the room with his text book in his hand. His grey eyes scanned his surrounding until he spotted Isobel, who sat at a table with her back facing him. Quietly walking towards her, he gently placed his index finger at the top of her neck and slowly trailed it down along her skin. “So I guess this means that you’re like my teacher,”

[/b] he began, running his finger along her collar bone and above her chest. However, he removed his hand before she could slap it away. Bending down to match her height in the chair, he brought his lips closer to her ear as he continued to speak.

“In the last porn video I watched, a student and his teacher had sex. I think we should try it – perhaps it’ll bring us closer.”[/b] He muttered, smirking deviously as the the usual mischievous glint flickered in his grey eyes.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

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[isobel katherine krum]

` our passion's s p e n t

<sub>Out of the many, many students at Hogwarts- no one gets under her skin like Scorpius Malfoy. It would be pointless for Isobel to actually list out the reasons why, of course. There's simply too many reasons- starting with his attitude and his unmistakable disregard for...well, everything. But as far as their relationship goes, Isobel wouldn't say that she actually hates him. For one thing, hate is a strong word. And as much as he might deserve it, hating is just not in Isobel's nature. However, that doesn't mean she can't look upon him with a strong feeling of dislike. Of course, it might be easier to avoid him if he felt the same way about her. Unfortunately, life just doesn't work like that. For some unexplained reason, he seemed to think that she would willing sleep with him. And like it. Isobel can think of many, many responses to that- and they're not nice at all. But to actually snap at him would probably just please him. And she'd be damned if she actually gives him another reason to bug her. Isobel was raised to get along fittingly with people, to love them. Scorpius Malfoy is simply a bad influence on her, as love is the last thing on her mind when she's around him.

Herbology has always been a subject that comes easily to Isobel for many reasons. For one thing, she's always found peace with the wildlife, whether it's planting them or just spending time outdoors. Second, as a child, she would adore to help her mother with their flowers. With literally no neighbors and a wide collection of dolls, Isobel had longed to take care of something. And like any desperate child wanting to play house- she turned to plants. There was just something satisfying about watching her lillies grow. She was even far enough along to mourn when they die in the winter. Yes, she is one of those unfortunate people who gets attached easily to something. Oh well- nobody's perfect. Of course, Isobel hadn't planned on this return turn of events. Isobel being...Isobel had no choice when the Professor asked her to tutor Scorpius. For one thing, she didn't want to disappoint him. Or maybe she's just a pushover. But if anything, it wasn't because she actually wanted to spend time with said Slytherin.

And so here she is- sitting alone in the library, eyes glazing over slightly as she stared into space. Doodling abstract nothings on a piece of parchment, Isobel didn't notice when another presence joined her. Jumping slightly when she felt a finger on her back. Well, she'll give him this. He knows how to make an entrance. Trying her best not to shudder, or worse- slap him in the face, Isobel merely crossed her arms and bit down on her tongue. Only when Hell freezes over will she give him a true temper tantrum. For one thing, it's highly undignified. And doing so will only make her look like a tempermental child. Before she could respond to his first question, he spoke again. It took all her self control not to leave- right there and then. But she has a job to do, right? Right. As highly unpleasant, for her, as it might be.

" I hope you enjoyed it, because that's the closest you'll ever get. " She snapped back, a bit more tense than usual. Damn it.

Slytherins.
They'll be the death of her.




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[scorpius hyperion malfoy]

Scorpius had always loved he reactions he got out of Isobel when he bothered her. And when it came to the topic of sex, her whole body went timid before she whipped out a witty remark. Which was why Scorpius liked bringing up the subject; it was common knowledge that fucking was the only thing on the young Mafloy’s mind, but he also liked making Isobel feel uncomfortable. It gave him something to laugh about, and the factor of her despising him added to the humor. Scorpius wasn’t even sure why the particular Ravenclaw hated him so much – he, besides taunting her with the idea of sleeping with him, had never done anything that he considered offensive in his eyes. In the beginning, he had even tried being nice to the stubborn girl. But the reason towards that was simple – Scorpius had wanted to get into her pants. Still, she refused despite the fact that Scorpius had told her that spending a night in his bed would be the highlight of her entire life.

Scorpius had come to a few conclusions for why the Ravenclaw hated him so much. Perhaps she wished her boyfriend could be as perfect as him, or maybe she simply wanted him all to herself and disliked the fact that he moved from girl to girl quickly. She probably didn’t want to share him, but Scorpius felt that he needed to share his marvelous body and charm with all the worthy girls in the school. And then, there was the more practical reason; perhaps Isobel just didn’t like ignorant jackasses. Atop of that, he treated Sophia, a friend of Isobel’s, like a punch bag. She was there when he needed to screw around, there when he was angry and needed something to yell at or strike, and there when he was upset and needed someone to blame. Because Sophia loved him unconditionally and saw no flaws in the Slytherin; she tolerated his crap, and maybe it pissed Isobel off. He thought about it for a moment, and decided that it had to be that, along with reason 2.

Chuckling sarcastically at her comment, he stood up straight and smirked superciliously. “Don’t worry – the teacher took some time to persuade, but once she saw the size of his cock, she couldn’t say no.”

[/b] He answered back confidently, trying to further perturb her.
Taking a seat beside her, he opened his care of magical creatures textbook to a page with information about different breeds of dragons. “We’re learning about the Chinese fireball,”[/b] he began, filling her in despite her being in the same class as him. Skimming the page of information about the dragon within a few seconds, he looked to the bottom of the page where it read ‘things to consider: what similarities does the Chinese fireball and the other breeds of dragons have? What similarities does the dragon have with humans?’

Scorpius read the question aloud to Isobel, for no reason, and realized that the work was useless, but simple. He clearly just didn’t put any effort into it, like relationships and commitment. Turning towards her after reading the statement out loud, the usual devious glint began to sparkle in his grey eyes.
“Dragons are pretty aggressive, right? That would mean, come time for mating season, they’d be even more aggressive when fucking.”[/b] He began, a small smile creeping onto his lips as he gently placed a hand upon her thigh.
“There’s a similarity between dragons and humans already: we both get extremely frisky in bed. Or at least, I do.” He added, the smile transformed to a full, cocky smirk while he gently squeezed her thigh.
“Can you think of any other reasons, teach?” He raised an eyebrow, removing his hand before turning to look at her with amused eyes.
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