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[HECTOR ALLEN WULFE]

Hector stood up from the couch in his common room. Stretching his arms above his head, his striped button up shirt rode up his torso for a moment, revealing his smooth white skin. Yawning, he put a hand over his mouth. He was tired. Too much homework was keeping him awake at night. But tonight was his turn to patrol the corridors. Slipping his feet into some loafers, he shrugged on his school robes, his Prefects badge twinkling in the firelight. Grabbing his wand, he headed out the door. Running a hand through his shaggy brown hair, Hec curled the ends of it a little. With a sigh, he began his route. Pretty soon he'd meet up with whoever was on the schedule to patrol with him.

As he walked through the corridors, he nodded his head at the portraits around him. Most were sound asleep, but some were still visiting other portraits. He tapped his wand on one portrait that had some particularly rambunctious old wizards. They harrumphed and shuffled on their way, waving their hands at him to shoo him. Smirking, he just continued on his way. Peeves floated by overhead, humming a tune of some sort. He got lucky that he wasn't seen. Rounding a corner, Hec saw that the candles had gone out. Frowning, he whispered, "Lumos," and his wand lit up. From there, he raised his wand arm in the air and murmured, "Incendio." causing the candles to relight. Satisfied that things in that corridor were okay, Hector continued on his way.

It was another thirty minutes before he encountered yet another dark hallway. Frowning, his dark chocolate eyes scanned the dark. Normally he could see just as well as an animal, considering he was part werewolf. But something about this dark made it hard to see. Leaving his wand hanging in his hand by his side, he whispered, "Homenum revelio." The spell reached outwards, traveling ten feet down the hall. Finding that nobody was revealed near him, his once again lit the candles. Probably just Peeves playing pranks. He thought it odd that he hadn't met another Prefect yet. Rounding a corner, he slammed into someone. Catching his balance, he reached out to grab the arm of the other person to steady them. "Oh, sorry mate," he said, pulling his robes straight once more.

[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

Strolling the corridors of the castle was a time -honored habit of Maharet’s. She found that if stayed on the move she was less likely to be found by something that she didn’t necessarily like, which was such a lengthy list that Maggie hardly had a moment to suck in an unrestrained breath let alone not have to worry about saying or doing something uncharacteristic. It was her might for rounds as well but before meeting up with her partner for the night, which she had been informed previously in the day was Hector, Maharet had been leisurely roaming the dungeons in hopes that she would catch even the slightest murmur of who was behind the attacks. When she had written her father about the joyous news he too had been curious and in no simple terms had insinuated that she make an effort to heed in the campaign. Mikael Rosier was political enough to never say or write anything that could be held against him, a talent that Maharet had picked up, though wasn’t as masterful with it just yet.

The trip the to Dungeons had been a disappointment though leaving Maggie in a slight huff as she headed back up toward Ravenclaw Tower to fetch her partner. However, when she came upon the ground floor Maharet noted that something was amiss. Had she stumbled upon the preface of the next attack? This notion brightened her darkened mood but as she rounded the corner, her anticipation high, it wasn’t an attack that she came up on but a boy, one who she had unfortunately collided with. A strong arm steadied her before she stumbled back too far though and Maggie kept her rage at the incident inside as she looked up to see her assaulter.

Hector, who was quick with an apology, was greeted with a subtle smile. “Of course you’re forgiven.” Maggie assured him sweetly flicking a piece of hair that had gone astray in the collision back into its rightful place. Watching as Hector straightened himself out Maharet took a small step forward running her hand over his shoulder to smooth out a crinkle in his robes that he had missed. “Luckily,” Maggie let her hand move down to his bicep, her touch almost caressing. “you’re strong enough to right your wrongs.”

[HECTOR ALLEN WULFE]

Hector saw the blonde hair, the fair skin, and those gorgeous eyes. Instantly his face lit up. He had lucked into a lady, a fellow Ravenclaw, and his partner to roam the halls with for the night. As she straightened herself back together, he noticed annoyingly that she flicked a strand of hair back into place. He found it somewhat superficial, but ignored it. His skin tingled from where she reached out to touch his shoulder, flattening a curl in the robe. Next she trailed her hand down to his bicep, which yes, was tight from exercise. He was a Chaser for his house team of course, so he had to keep in shape. She gave it a tiny squeeze, and smirk flew over his face.

Throwing an arm over her shoulders and pressing her against him, Hector started to walk. Ah yes, Maggie. He'd heard a few things about her from the other guys while in the dorm. She was a master manipulator apparently, which didn't fit her appearance at all. She seemed more like a goody goody to him, so he didn't fully believe that. But she was flirting with him right now, and his guy brain led him to believe that this night might not be a bust after all. Wand in one hand, the other arm slung carefully over her shoulders, he turned a corner. She was cute. And right now, that's all that he cared about. Usually he was a nice guy, but with it being late and all, his human side was sleepy, while his animal side was energetic and prowling. He had to admit that he liked the way she squeezed his arm. He almost flexed it then.

"Yeah, I am pretty strong. Have to be honestly," he replied back. He actually took pride in his physique. It pleased him to see some of the girls at school swoon whenever he walked down to the pitch, or just simply though the halls. It made his pride swell for sure. But he was a gentlemen, and tried not to play on that too much. He didn't want to come off as a player or anything. He was better than that. In truth, Hector had only had a few girlfriends the entire time he was here. He hadn't made big spectacles out of them or anything either. He kept his private life private.

Looking down at her, Hec wondered where she had been that had kept her so preoccupied. Neither of them had noticed the other clearly. But still, what had kept her? He leaned his head towards her ever so slightly, and could smell must and mold on her. The dungeons? Probably just patrolling, nothing to worry about. Hec blinked a few times, trying to rid himself of her scent. She smelled sweet, like a summer rain, but spicy, like cinnamon. It was an intoxicating smell. But only he would ever notice it. Walking along, he counted to one hundred, trying to think of something else. In all honesty, he just wanted to get this patrol done. "What areas have you swept so far Maggie? he asked, furrowing his thick eyebrows together.

[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

As Maharet looked him over seemingly undressing him with her gaze, she almost seemed a bit sheepish about it, even if that wasn't the case. Hector did have that suave sort of look about him. It really was a shame that he wasn't her type because otherwise the boy was delicious physically speaking. Her attention flickered back up to his face gently sinking her teeth into her lower lip, moistening it in the process.

True, she was more interested in playing him than interested in the boy himself but that didn't stop her from enjoying the warmth that Hector lended her as he pulled her into his side, arm draped over her shoulder comfortably. Maharet reciprocated the action by nuzzling into him slinking her own arm around his waist. "Of course you do, for Quidditch. I enjoy watching you in a match its... exciting." A little ego stroking, Maggie had found, was always beneficial.

During the short silence that passed as they walked through the corridors, nothing out of order as of yet calling for a Prefect, she could have sworn that when Hector inclined his head closer he had smelled her. Maharet didn't particularly mind though. She was confident that she smelt appealing, it was all part of being a girl she figured. One always needed to look their best if they planned to impress and Maggie always had the notion to impress.

Looking back up at Hector when he broke the silence Maharet brought her other arm around laying it across his stomach. Her fingernail tenderly ran up and down Hector's side. "I've done the dungeons and Basements already." Maggie informed offering a beguiling smile. "I like to start at the bottom," Her nail grazed just at the waistband of his trousers. "And work my way up."

[HECTOR ALLEN WULFE]

Hector felt her body lean into his, their combined warmth keeping them cosy in the chill night. Her arm then followed and snaked around his abs. Boy, she was good. She even mentioned that she enjoyed watching him play Quidditch. He smirked a bit, lifting his chin up as if he understood. He honestly thought that she was too cute to be so venomous, but now was his chance to find out. Who knows, maybe she could be a great girl. Haha, and he wasn't a werewolf... Well, part at least.

So she had already done the Dungeons and the Basements. As she said where she'd already patrolled, he couldn't help but notice her hand rested on his stomach, her fingernail running up and down his side. He held back a shiver. The lightest of touches always made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. Her fingers brushed the top of his trousers, and a bit of the animal came out. "I like to start at the bottom, and work my way up," she whispered, leaving him mesmerized and tense. He stopped walking, turned to her, and grabbed her by the arms, towering over her. His eyes burned into hers. Something about him being part werewolf would make him aggressive, especially when it came to moments like these. He'd learned to control most of his other side.

He leaned down and grinned at her. "I wouldn't do that if I was you missy," he said, his chocolate brown eyes staring into hers, his breathing almost coming hard. He took a few steps away. He should have let her continue. Any guy in this situation would have let things escalate and go all the way. Any guy would have taken one look at this beautiful girl and taken her to an empty classroom to get it on. But Hec was different. Any type of emotional exchange could leave him not himself. He was only part werewolf, but he still lost control of his human side, and he could grow claws. But that was it. Sometimes life was an emotional roller coaster.

Looking back at Maggie, he ran a hand through his hair, thinking. "We need to keep moving," he said lightly, turning to start walking back down the hallway. He put his wand in his robe. The candles in this hallway were back to working. Unfortunately, because he would have preferred the darkness to the awkward silence that was sure to ensue. He would rather not have an altercation right now. He'd just shut down one of the most beautiful and popular girls in his house, and possibly in the school. He wasn't sure how Maggie was going to feel about it. He wanted to explain to her that if he lost control with her little moves back there, that he might have hurt her.

"Listen Maggie," he tried. He didn't want to hurt her. Hmm. He decided that he would just stop talking and see what would happen. Part of him wanted a confrontation, but part of him wanted this whole thing to smooth over. If he blew up, he wouldn't be able to control himself. And the beast within him loved that idea.

ooc: let me know if i should change anything.

[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

His reactions to her subtleties both pleased and amused Maharet. Something about being able to cause such physical responses from a boy was absolutely delicious. It was all about the thrill of the hunt. Being cunning enough to hook the boy without throwing herself at them like so many other girls did, which Maggie found supremely tacky, and reeling them in just enough to make them believe they had a chance. But she liked to keep them wanting more. Maharet favored being an addiction, something that you knew you shouldn’t want but did all the same and every time you got a taste you craved more.

When Hector seized her by the arms forcing her back she noted the delicate differences in the boy. He seemed more aggressive than she ever would have given him credit for. There was something animalistic, maybe just a touch sinister looming behind his eyes. Even in his tone there was a reverberation that she had never heard Hector use before. That dominant presence in him was something that Maggie found herself more attracted to than the nice guy nature of his that was so obvious and genuine any other time. And that wicked grin on his face… Maharet wanted nothing more than to explore this side of Hector further despite his warning. Her heart beat just a little faster with the thrill of it.

But he was restraining himself, going as far as to turn her down even. Hector moved on but Maggie lingered behind for a moment letting her mind race with the possibilities of what his deal might be. Before Hector had time to think anything of her hesitation, besides that perhaps she was a little reproachful after that Mr. Hyde act of his, she caught up walking at his side and pretended as though she were paying attention to her surrounds, though that wasn’t the case. Could it be that Hector had a double personality, one that, like her, she hid from everyone. If so he was very good at keeping up appearances because until that moment back there Maggie had never suspected it.

With the candlelight in this section of the castle lighting the way Maharet took the opportunity to study Hector. Taking in everything from his facial expressions to his body language in hopes of finding something to give her an inkling of what all that had been about. Hector wanted her to listen and she was all ears. At least she was until a few moments of silence passed and Hector didn’t seem to be able to translate what he wanted her to know into words. “You’re different.” Maggie supplied thinking that maybe Hector was about to reveal to her why he was, as she put it, different.

[HECTOR ALLEN WULFE]

Hector continued to walk along. He'd seen the look on her face from the corner of his eyes. She was interested in what had happened just a few minutes ago. He didn't want her to be interested. He didn't want her to like what she'd seen back there. He didn't like how he'd been. He'd almost lost it. His control was wearing these days, something that he was trying to prevent. Running a hang through his shaggy brown hair, he tried to think of something to tell her, something that would make her not try to make any connections to what he actually was. Shuffling along, he tilted his head back, looking at the ceiling.

She caught up with him. Hec didn't know what he was going to do. He could feel the tension and awkwardness in the air. She was clearly feeling it to, because he could see her looking around, pretending as if there wasn't an elephant in the room. When she spoke though, she called him different. He cleared his throat. Furrowing his thick eyebrows together, Hec thought about how to answer it. Bipolar? Rude? Maybe he was just crazy? Walking by another portrait, ironically filled with the same old wizards as before, Hec took out his wand and tapped the portrait, his face stern. "I told you before, break it up." Continuing on, he glanced at her out of the corner of his eyes.

He found her very attractive, he wasn't gonna lie. But he didn't want to get close to her because he didn't want her to find out what he was. He had this feeling that she would use it to her benefit, and he wouldn't be someones puppet. He stopped walking and turned to look at her. "Yeah, I'm different. I'm.... bipolar." He kind of made the word bipolar sound like a question, as if he himself wasn't sure that it was a good enough answer. And he knew that she wouldn't buy it, yet he hoped that she would. Peeves floated by above them again, still not noticing that anyone was in the hallway. He drifted out of site, and Hector turned to keep walking down the hall.

Once again he came to a corridor that was not lit. Sighing, he raised his wand, and the candles lit up. What was with this? Why were the lights out? He passed by an empty room where the candles randomly were lit, so he walked inside. It was a dusty room, clearly having not been used by anyone in a long time. Unsure of how to handle the situation, he turned to Maggie, his eyes flashing with the flickering light of the candles. "Any ideas as to why the corridors aren't lit, but old rooms nobody ever uses are? he asked, perplexed now.

[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

The rowdy gentlemen in the painting seemed in such a huff over Hector's badgering. Personally, Maggie didn't care if the men were arguing at this time of night. No one was supposed to be out at this time to be bothered by it and if the other paintings had a problem with it then they would say something themselves. maybe travel into the loud painting and shut the wizards up themselves. But a glance around Maharet noted that the people in the other paintings were either ignoring them or annoyed, either way it seemed like a common occurrence. So, as they moved on she shot the wizards a small smile appeasing them slightly.

Bipolar? Maharet didn't believe that in the least, especially since Hector hadn't seemed all that sure about it himself. What she had just experienced back there wasn't some mental aliment, it was instinctual. As much as Maggie would have loved to call bullshit on this one she found it more tactical to keep her mouth shut instead. There was a time and a place for everything and flat out saying that she thought he was lying to her would only manage to put Hector on the defensive. She did, however, give him a speculating look as though she were trying to decide if he was being truthful or not. Maggie could at least set it up for later discussion.

Making a small sound of indignation, just to make sure that Hector was aware that she didn't appreciate being lied to, Maharet glanced up at Peeves passing. They had a relationship that suited Maggie wonderfully; she ignored him and he ignored her. But still she found herself watching him float out of sight to avoid letting on to Hector just how put out she really was. As hypocritical as it might have been, with Maggie building her school life on lies, she loathed being lied to.

The change of subject was, more or less, welcome. "Romance." Maharet offered a suggestion. After all candlelight did set a certain mood. She could understand why. The way that the flame was able to cast shadows upon Hector's face did give him that bit of ruggedness that was always so very attractive, made his eyes glow a striking honey colour, even, strangely, made him seem a bit taller. Besides it was far more strategic for her to bring that up then mention that it probably had something to do with a student being out of bed with malicious intent. Maharet slipped passed Hector, purposely accidentally grazing her body against his arm in the process, to get a look inside the abandoned room herself.

[HECTOR ALLEN WULFE]

Hector wandered through the room. He noticed the challenging look on her face. She clearly didn't believe the bipolar thing just as much as he didn't believe it. Sighing, he leaned against a chair. It was thick with dust. He waved his wand and said the cleaning spell scourgefy, making the room automatically clean itself. The dust dissipated, and the rugs clapped themselves out. Before he could sit, she brushed past him, her body rubbing against his arm. He had to refrain from reaching out to caress her as she passed by. The animal inside was so tempting to give into tonight. Slumping into the chair, he grunted in response to her answer.

He noticed a fireplace in the corner. Maybe lighting it would make the room brighter and easier to see around. He stood up and walked towards the fireplace, squinting his eyes. Lighting the fire, he turned around. Removing his cloak, he used magic to send it back to his room. His badge however, glinted in his hand. Pinning it to his shirt, he began to make his way around the room. It looked as if it was an old lounge, maybe for the professors? He wasn't sure. He glanced out of the side of his eyes every few seconds, eyeing Maggie as she too walked around the room. Her voice echoed in his head with her suggestion. Romance she'd said.

His back to the fire, he did look pretty sexy right now. Part of him liked that, liked that the firelight added some sex appeal to him. Fire had always been a welcoming element for him. It was always warm and inviting. Kind of like how Maggie was making him feel right now. Sighing once more, he had to decide what he could do to make her believe him that he was bipolar. His eyes were trained on her, and as he walked across the room, he stumbled over a bunched up rug. Swearing loudly, Hector stood back up, his eyes burning bright in the fire, angry that he'd not seen the rug. Stomping to a window, he looked outside. Rain pounded down, the droplets on the window racing down the glass.

Rain was his favorite. He could go outside and be so soothed by it, that he didn't mind getting wet. It was comforting, especially when he listened to it going to bed. It made him yawn a tiny little yawn. Clearing his throat, he turned back to Maggie. "I don't exactly think romance is a good idea. I've already told you that you shouldn't try that with me," he said, his thick eyebrows furrowing in the fire light.

[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

Hector was awfully fidgety. She couldn't blame him. It wasn't as though she were making things easy for him. Maharet had spent quite a few years studying human behavior, particularly what made a boy tick. She was an incredibly sexual being. From the way that Maggie could gaze over at a boy, her eyes heavy lidded with that tinge of lust, to the way that she moved her body, a certain amount of swagger to it to make them focus on some of her best assets usually did stir up desire in the minds of young men.

The particular young man that she was with though was showing resilience, too much apprehension for her to dismiss it as simple fear of intimacy. No, it was almost as though Hector feared for her life. This notion Maggie found strange but in the wide world of possibilities she didn't yet have enough information to narrow it down. Instead she lithely moved around the room keeping her distances to give her a little time to think things over. Primarily, what she was going to do about Hector. She could let him off, discontinue any pursuit of him, but what fun would that be?

When he tripped over the rug Maharet conveniently was looking in the opposite directly, though she had seen what had happened just a millisecond previously. She managed to keep most of the smile off her face, which the fraction that did make its way on her lips was quickly removed in favor of watching Hector move to the window to stare at the rain. Maggie had expected more silence to come but Hector obviously didn't think that was in order. Luckily, what was said happened to be something that Maggie could work with.

Now she allowed an amused smile to slip onto her lips freely. Maharet maneuvered over to where Hector stood, the raindrop speckled window acting as his backdrop. Truthfully, Maggie wasn't looking for romance from Hector, but letting him think that suited her just fine. "What are you so afraid of?" Maharet questioned closing the space between them. Close proximities tended to put things in her favor, which was why she was rather unabash about it. Placing her hands on Hector's shoulders she used him to lean up and speak softly, seductively, in his ear. "I don't bite." She allowed her hot breath to caress Hector's neck.

[HECTOR ALLEN WULFE]

Hector continued to stare out the window. The rain soothed him, The soft noise of it falling outside calmed his inner beast. He felt more in control. The smell of the rain was soothing. Closing his eyes, he focused on the sound of it, It kept him sane, the rain did. He suddenly felt Maggie by his side. Stiffening, his body tensed up as she closed the space between them. She leaned into him, her hands coming up to rest on his shoulders. At his side, his hands flexed from fist to spread apart, fist, then spreading his fingers apart.

Her breath was hot on his ear. What was he so afraid of? Hurting her. Losing control. He couldn't make her a werewolf, but his strength could kill her. He could hurt her. And then she was whispering in his ear. Shuddering, he brought his face down, his nose burying itself in her hair. She smelled so good! His hands came up to rest on her shoulders, his eyes closing. "Yes, but I do," he whispered in her ear, answering that he did bite, his voice husky and deep. His eyes snapped open, his pupils dialated. His breathing came hard and fast. Her thin frame was pressed onto his contoured body, making it hard for him to concentrate.

Think of homework, think of your mother, no don't think of her, she's the reason you're like this, think of something else. Spiders, snakes, homework, cleaning his room at home, anything! he thought to himself. Trembling, his hands ran down her arms. Control, control! he thought again. His mouth found hers then, mostly animal taking over. The beast needed to be abated. It needed to have what it wanted so badly, and that was to be in control. It didn't care if it hurt anyone.

The firelight flickered, casting their shadow across the wall. His hands came back to her shoulders. He wanted to push her away. Hector the human wanted to stop this and prevent her from being hurt. Hector the beast wanted her to stay, to light his fire tonight. This girl was practically giving herself to him, and the animal inside him rumbled at the thought, and laughed that Hector wanted to be so gentlemen like and not do this right now.

Finally control overrode him. He broke the kiss, his breathing coming in gasps, his pupils still dialated. He scanned her body, taking it in. His voice was rough when it came. "This is why," he said, his whole body trembling. He almost couldn't get the words out, his tongue not working properly. The rain came down harder then, slamming into the window. He continued to watch her. The way the light hit her face made him want to kiss her again. "Not afraid?" he asked her, his eyes searching her's to see what they would find. Usually fear was the correct term.

(ooc: sooo, how do you want this to play out? do you want him to tell her what he is, and then she uses it to her advantage? i think we'd talked about that. just lemme know, i'm down for anything. )

[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

His body radiated heat, the kind of heat that Maggie needed from him. She wanted that fire inside of Hector to be set ablaze. Maharet didn't want some Mr. Nice Guy making sure that she was treated like the perfect little porcelain doll, so delicate; fragile. She may have looked like one but that certainly wasn't the case. Maharet preferred dominance in her men. When Hector informed her that he did bite her breath caught in her throat loving the idea of that. The reverberation was back in his voice making Maggie shiver with the possibilities that laid ahead.

The way that Hector was responding to her this time made Maharet quite giddy inside. He was loosing control, with each inhalation Hector only managed to put their bodies even closer and the rapid pace in which he breathed made it all the sweeter. She could feel a quiver in Hector's touch. It was more than just mere restraint. Whatever his reason was there was something insidious about it. She didn't have time to speculate though. Hector's hot mouth was on hers before the chance was afforded. It mattered little though, Maggie was in her element here.

His kiss was beastly, filled with a feral demeanor. To say that Maggie wasn't impressed would have been a lie. She hadn't been kissed with that much passion in some time. There was a longing, far beyond desire. If she wasn't mistaken Hector needed to to have her in that moment. This excited Maharet more so than she normally allowed. When she kissed him back she wrestled desperately for control but Hector was relentless.

Maggie snaked her arm around Hector's neck wanting to keep him against her for as long as she possibly could. He was stronger than she was though and when hector decided to break the kiss Maharet had no choice but to relinquish. Her arm slowly slithered away leaving just her hand to grasp the back of Hector's neck, fingers entwined in the fringe of hair in her reach. Her breath, too, was ragged but she noticed something now that she hadn't before. Hector's pupils were dilated, perhaps it was just an over load of adrenaline.

Was she afraid of him? Quite the contrary. Maharet admired this side of Hector. Respect it even. Maggie shook her head slowly, her golden locks lightly dancing around her shoulders. "No." Her answer was the most sincere she had ever been with Hector. She wanted more, more of this side of him. It was intriguing and sexy. It made her heart skip a beat, in that terribly girlish way that Maggie had scoffed at so many times before.

(ooc: We have talked about it briefly. Yes, I think that would work out nicely if we did it that way.)

[HECTOR ALLEN WULFE]

And that was it. Hector the golden boy was gone, and Hector the Wolf was in to play. Maggie was responding just the same way that they both clearly wanted. Their bodies were tight together, his hands running down her body, exploring what he could through clothes. He did not intend for things to get out of control, he just wanted some good fun. And she clearly wanted the same thing. As he pulled away, she began to wrestle him, not wanting to break the kiss. She shook her head then, that no, she was not afraid of him. He barked out a laugh, his voice deep when he spoke. Her fingers were twining themselves in his hair, her fingernails barely touching his skin. "Well you ought to be Maggie, because I'm not human," he rumbled, his chest puffing out.

What a little dog. Literally. He was starting to show off, what with the chest puffing out and what not. His eyes blazed in the firelight. What to do now? He could sense her feelings, afterall, he was part animal. He could only tell that she wanted more though, that she wanted to get more reward for having retrieved this side of him. So he stepped closer, his forehead touching hers. Both their breaths still came ragged. Good, let's just keep it that way. His hands reached up to her face, cradling it in them. Smiling then, he slowly lowered his head down to softly kiss her lips. Teasingly, he stopped for a few seconds, smiling. She could get a reward, but not right away.

"I'm a werewolf Maggie, I play with my prey," he whispered in her ear, one hand playing with her hair, the other on her cheek. His breath was hot against her neck, his eyes flicking over to burn into hers. His hands shot to her waist, and he picked her up, setting her on the window sill. He placed his hands against the window, his tall and muscular body leaning down over her petite one. Towering over her, he taunted her with his power. Inside his head, golden boy was pounding, begging to be let out for control. One time this happened, things got out of control and he'd almost killed someone.

(ooc: sorry its short. )

[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

There was plenty that Maharet ought to have been afraid of and yet... The news that Hector wasn't human stirred her interest even more. She had a far greater appreciation for the extraordinary. Humans were feeble, hardly worth her time in the long run. It was those that had something more to offer than your average wizardry that Maggie wanted. She wasn't quite sure what about Hector made him not human. Maybe he was a vampire, they did tend to have the same teasing arrogance that Hector was displaying, but then so did werewolves. Either way it pleased her. Before Hector had just been someone that Maggie kept a decent relationship with because she had to be around him for rounds, classes, and in the Common Room, but now he was so much more important.

Maggie locked her gaze with Hector's staring into his smoldering eyes as the moments of anticipation passed. His touch was so much more arousing now that he wasn't holding back. Warm, powerful, intense, Maharet could sense the animal within taking control now. A primal desire, pure and raw. Even if she wanted to she wouldn't have been able to look away. Maggie was captivated by Hector, lured in by his sexual prowess. Such a tender, delicate kiss coming from him made Maggie quiver, hating that she loved how he was toying with her. Usually it was the other way around.

A werewolf; Maharet found herself smiling at the notion. Hector could definitely come in handy. Now it was just a matter of figuring out how he ticked. Drawing out the beast within had been discovered but taming him, soothing him, that would be the tricky part. Maggie was looking forward to it though. A small gasp escaped her lips as she was lifted up onto the window sill, being towered over by the dominate figure of Hector. She felt trapped, at his mercy but she wasn't frightened by it, she was excited, turned on even.

Maggie slipped her finger into the front of Hector's trousers pulling him closer to her so that he fit between her legs which she then tightened around his waist to hold him in place. Once he was secured there Maharet's hand moved under his shirt, lightly clawing it's way up Hector's chest. He wanted to play with her, that was fine. "I'm game." She responded, her tone breathy.

(ooc: No worries)

[HECTOR ALLEN WULFE]

Hector's throat rumbled when she wrapped her legs around his waist, her finger hooking into the belt loop of his jeans to draw him closer. His skin crawled at at the touch of her fingers, her nails lightly touching his skin underneath his shirt. He leaned towards her, his hands running up her thighs to hold onto her waist. God she was good. She was tempting, luscious, and hot. His mouth found her's once more, after she said she was game for playing games.

He smiled through a tender kiss. Inside his head, golden boy was beating away, trying to break back through. He concentrated on Maggie, and how hot was, especially with her legs wrapped around him. He loved the way she tried to fight him, the way she tried to take control of the situation. It was amusing to him. As her hands worked their way up his chest, his skin shivered. Removing his large hands from her waist, he pulled his shirt up and over his head. Grinning, he looked down on her. She was so fragile, so his for the taking.

A rustle by the door caught his attention, and he whipped his head around. That brief second allowed for golden boy Hector to come back through for a minute. He threw himself away from her, his eyes changing back to normal, his breathing labored. The beast within growled and roared in anger at being pushed aside. Placing his hands on his knees, Hector looked up at her, his mouth hanging open, his lips swollen and stinging from kissing her. "Didn't I tell you I couldn't be trusted?" he hissed, his voice low.

Standing back up, the firelight caught his white chest, defining his muscles from Quidditch. He grabbed his shirt from the floor. His skin still tingled where she had been touching it, and part of him liked it. The good guy part of him liked that she'd touched his chest. It was confusing. He hadn't wanted things too far, and have him lose control. He could have hurt her. Hector continued to stare at the girl on the windowsill, her blonde hair glinting in the light, her body silhouetted against the watery windowpane. "Are you okay?" he inquired of her.

[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

There really was no reason for alarm. Maharet had many talents, but dealing with men was probably what she most excelled in. She usually had a good grasp on regulating when she should stop and when she should advance. At the moment, there with Hector, no such logic was in place. It mattered little though. Maggie, as was usual, was getting exactly what she wanted. The outward control that she was wrestling Hector for wasn't the important thing. No, it was the dominance of emotions that Maggie needed to have control over. Him playing with her, though was driving her crazy, was for fun- a game of who is the better seducer.

With his shirt being removed, Maharet waited patiently letting her eyes roam over his body. Hector could have stood to work on getting a tad more definition but Maggie wasn't going to complain. He was appealing for more reasons than his looks. She wanted more, always wanted more, of the darker side of Hector. Even the werewolf side of him was being cautious with her though, more so than any other like him would in this situation. The human side of Hector had more control than he probably realized for when he kissed her, touched her, he was tender, gentle with her despite there being so much power behind it all.

He was easily distracted, too hyper aware for her liking. But that could be improved with a little bit a patience and manipulation on her part. Hector had submitted at the slightest noise and reeled the beast back in locking him up tight in his little cage. Unfortunate as it was Maggie simply watched him for a while, observing the way that Hector wound himself down. He mistook what Maharet was doing as trust in him. She was happy to let him be mislead. Maggie thrived on danger and although Hector had the potential he was repressing himself far too much to let enough of it out. Maharet didn't answer him, instead inclined forward slightly, her hands braced on the ledge to keep her balance.

Was she okay? Of course. Sighing almost inaudibly, slightly disappointed by the complete halt in their fun, Maharet lowered herself back onto the ground. Poor dear, so very concerned about delicate, helpless her. If only he knew just how tough Maggie could be he wouldn't be holding back as much. It was a calculated decision on her part not to make him privy to this though. at least not yet. Maharet put her hand over his, the one that was clutching his shirt lowering it to Hector's side. "Perfectly okay." She assured him. "Don't be so afraid." Ironic, wasn't it? "You should let loose a little, Love. I guarantee that you'll like it."

[HECTOR ALLEN WULFE]

She lowered herself off from the windowsill, her body slinking over to his. Her warm hand on his, she lowered it to his side. His hand tingled a little. He kept thinking this, but its because he was right. Her touch was like magic. His body wanted to lean into hers. But he kept his cool, he kept it under control. She said she was fine though, better than fine, perfect even. He wasn't convinced, but by the look on her face she seemed to be okay.

He turned to face her. His fingers were tight around the shirt he held, with her hand over his. She told him to live a little, and that he would like it. He couldn't afford to live a little. He had family to take care of. A career to look forward to. Things had just gotten out of hand a few minutes ago. The fire continued to crackle in the corner. Its warmth kept him from putting his shirt back on, even though a nagging voice in the back of his head said to put it back on.

"Okay, so you're fine. That's cool." He looked down at her. And she really did seem fine. But now things felt awkward. He wasn't sure if he should walk her back to the dorms, or if they should continue to do rounds. So he pulled his hand away from hers and slipped his shirt over his head. He pulled it down over his torso, and took a few steps towards the door.

"Well, this has been... interesting, but we have rounds to finish. Hector took her hand in his, pulling her towards the door. It wasn't a loving hand hold, it was a lets get out of here before someone catches us and shit hits the fan hand hold. Stepping back out into the corridor, it felt as if things were normal again. He could breath easier, he could think again. He walked along, scuffing his feet every now and then, his loafers scraping the floor. He pulled his hand away from her again.

"Now that you know what I am, you should keep it to yourself," he said bluntly, not bothering to turn his gaze to her. He just kept walking straight ahead, making sure students weren't out of bed, and that all was in order with this section of the castle.

(ooc: apologies on how long it took me to post. )

[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

A ideal window of opportunity had just been slammed shut in her face. This did not please Maharet in the least. Hector just had to be all noble about this, didn’t he? It was why she hated the nice guys. They always were worried about doing something wrong and it made it so much harder to make them slip up. How was she supposed to used this whole werewolf thing that Hector had going on if he was too cautious to let the beast come out and play. She had only seen a glimmer of the strength and aggression that Hector was capable of. It wasn’t enough. Maggie wanted to get a better feel for what he was capable of, and preferably learn to have some control over it. How was she going to do that if Hector kept holding himself back?

She wasn’t under any delusions that a werewolf could be controlled. She had too much respect for the breed to think that, but they could be guided, manipulated into the right direction. Sexual tension seemed to call the beast out but it couldn’t be the only way, and perhaps it wasn’t the best way either. Hector had more control over his desires than a seventeen-year-old boy should. What other emotion could she play on then that would have his bad side rearing its head? Anger. Of course, it was strong and just as hard, if not more difficult, to mollify than desire. Maharet thought that she might give it a try, but the situation was delicate. If she said the wrong thing she might dissuade Hector from being around her, which would put her exploitation to a screeching halt.

With her hand now released from Hector’s grip, Maggie slowed down falling behind him just a little bit. “Should I?” She questioned coyly stopping where she was. Maharet was well aware of the reasons why it shouldn’t widely be known that Hector was a werewolf, but the only reasons that she cared about where the selfish ones that benefited her. Maggie hadn’t planned on telling anyone in the first place but with his direct suggestion it gave her something to experiment with. “Once you start something, you should finish it, but that concept seems to have slipped your mind. Perhaps keeping my mouth shut will slip mine.” It wasn’t just the fact that Hector was making things difficult for her that had Maharet insinuating such a thing, or that she wanted to test him, but also that she was irritated that Hector hadn’t given her what she wanted sexually.

[HECTOR ALLEN WULFE]

Hector shuffled his feet along. This was incredibly awkward for him. He wasn't enjoying this little walk down the hallway with her. She made him feel like he was walking on eggshells. He felt like he would burst at any moment. Then she mentioned that she might just accidentally let his secret slip. Fury planted itself in his chest, boiling his blood, anger reaching his eyes. She had better keep that pretty little mouth of hers shut. Something about her made him angry the whole time she was in his presence.

He stopped walking. What would happen if she didn't keep this to herself? Things would get out. He'd never be allowed to teach. He wouldn't be trusted in the Wizarding World. He would be a bane on the school, on his house. Nobody else knew about this. If his friends found out, he hoped that they would end up staying. Who needed friends that would ditch. He needed friend period though.

He scowled when she said he needed to finish things. That really pissed him off. He didn't want to have his secret outed by a spurned woman. "You would do best to keep that mouth shut. We wouldn't want that pretty little head of yours to be hurt," he grumbled. His eyes sparked with anger, his fists clenched at his side, this time with the anger that coursed through his veins. His patience was running thin with this girl. She was being petty right now, and he was not enjoying it.

"You should keep threats to yourself. You don't know the power with which you attempt to control," he whispered hoarsely. He glared down at her. What nerve! He wanted to just walk away. He wanted to ignore her and just leave her to do the rest of her rounds by herself. But part of him wanted to be with her, to see what she would do next. Hector wanted to know what was up her sleeve. All he could see right now was that she was a bitch. But it seemed like there was an ulterior motive.

(ooc: whheeeeeee! we could keep this going for a while! . )

[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

His attention was once again captured, which Maharet figured was a plus. It told her that he could easily be angered; otherwise he would have dismissed her threat as some inconsequential fluff. Her irritation made her a little bolder than she normally would have been. Brazenly brave, in fact, where elsewhere there would have been an underlying caution in her. Maggie wasn’t stupid when it came to werewolves. Their temperament was erratic and it would have been wiser to heed prudence, but at the same time, when it came to predatory animals, showing weakness was a mistake. Predators preyed on the weak. Maharet much preferred the position of manipulator than the manipulated.

If she was lucky Maggie might be able to get both of the things that she wanted from Hector- him to finish what he started and her to learn what she wanted. But Maharet wasn’t counting on it, though anger could easily turn to passion at a moments notice. It all depended on Hector and Maggie didn’t presumed to know him well enough to estimate an outcome. His threat was more substantial because he couldn’t control himself as well as a human could. Besides Maharet had been bluffing in the first place. With his tension on high alert she took a step toward him being very keen on any of his movements. She didn’t want to get hurt, that would be a serious crimp in future advantage using her looks, but she was curious to see how much control Hector had over himself when it came to anger.

“On the contrary,” Maggie corrected. “I know quite well the power that I’m interested in.” She wasn’t going to admit that she wanted to control him for obvious reasons and lying about it was fine with her. “I’m not trying to control you, Love,” Another sauntering step toward him. “Only to unleash it.” A grain of truth would make it more believable. Perhaps giving an explanation why might help as well. Even if that explanation did show a side of her that Maggie typically kept hidden from her peers. She had already hinted at that nature so display a bit more wouldn’t do any more harm to her façade than had already been done. “Selfish as it is, I want the beast. It turns me on.” One final step closed the space between them and Maharet flashed him a beguiling smile. “You can’t say that you don’t want it too. I can see in your eyes that you crave it.”

(ooc: Yes. I don't particularly like short threads.)