Preparing the Youth {Jacob/Zmeyette ONLY}

[zmeyette]

The day had finally come to a close and after spending a short time down at dinner, Zmeyette made her way back to the Slytherin Common Room. After mumbling the password she pushed open the entrance and quickly walked over to the first chair that was available and collapsed in it. Thankfully it was the one that had a foot stool near it which she promptly propped her feet upon. Her feet were sore after walking all around the castle but she had to make her usual rounds of teasing all her regulars before calling it quits for the day. Putting those filthy little mudbloods and blood traitors in their place was a job she enjoyed doing. Making them feel like the scum of the earth put a smile on her face. Zmey's day was complete.

Zmey tossed her bag on the floor as a loud thump was caused by the many books in her bag. The sound only reminded her that she had an essay due tomorrow for Charms. It wasn't much of an essay just a hundred words or more on what a charm was. The new professor must think they are idiots assigning them homework a first year to third year should be doing. Zmey felt it was above her skill lever to even waste the ten minutes it would take to crap out such a report. Therefore Zmey had other plans for her paper.

Zmey waited for the right person to come into the common room, it was still fairly empty seeing as dinner hadn't wrapped up yet, but she knew sooner or later she would find the person she was looking for. Zmey closed her eyes for a few minutes until she heard feet shuffling. Opening one eye slowly she glanced at a young girl, possibly around her third or fourth year. Zmeyette did not know her name but smiled none the less at the blonde hair little girl. "Hey you. Come over here a minute." Zmey told the girl. As the girl walked over to Zmey the fear grew in her eyes, even this little girl knew who she was which made Zmey proud.

"I need you to write my paper explaining what a Charm is and give examples. It has to be at least a hundred words." Zmey said to the third year. "Are you capable of doing this?" She asked. The girl looked like she was about to tell Zmey no but thought better other wise and just nodded. Zmey smiled at the little girl. "I suggest you start now, I need it before the end of the night." Zmey closed her eyes and went back to relaxing knowing the little slytherin third year wouldn't dare let her down. As she was drifting off to sleep she could hear the little girl writing on the table in front of the fireplace.

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Not one of my best...but oh well. It'll do.

[mutantx1]

Although dinner tonight was great just like it usually was, Marcellus didn't have much time to sit and talk with those whom he had chosen to sit by tonight, not only did he have to get ready for Prefect duties, he also had a little bit of last minute studying to do as well as writing the last paragraph of an essay he was completing for Charms class. Taking one last sip of the pumpkin juice he'd chosen to drink with dinner, Marcellus set the goblet down as he began to pull himself out of the seat, patting a few of his friends on the back as he told them he'd see them later and such. Taking off with a bit of a jog down the aisle toward the double doors of the Great Hall, Marcellus exited through them and immediately headed down to the dungeons where the Slytherin Common Room was located amongst other things.

As his steps echoed down the cold stone floors of the dungeons, Marcellus began to fiddle with his thumbs as he hummed a wrock tune that he'd heard a few times during the summer before having come back to school. Once reaching the entrance, Marcellus spoke the password and watched as the wall opened up for him allowing him passage into the Slytherin common room which was currently empty of any other students as far as he could tell. Making his way upstairs into the Boy's Dormitory where his bag had been set down earlier during his free period in which he spent in the library writing his essay for Charms class. Reaching into his bag and grabbing the roll of parchment along with a bottle of ink and a nice quill, Marcellus set those items down on his bed before reaching in to grab a book purely for his enjoyment that he'd been reading for a few days now. Collecting his stuff, Marcellus made his way back down into the common room though he paused at the bottom step as he heard a familliar voice speaking, asking someone to write their essay for them. Poor younger kid, Marcellus had been bullied similarly when he was younger, that is until he learned to take a stand for himself.

Once he was sure the conversation was over, Marcellus made himself known as he came into the common room, heading over to the table where he set his things down on the table before turning to see the older student sitting in the chair while another sat infront of the fire. "I heard what you just said Ms. Greyback." Marcellus spoke crossing his arms over his chest as he looked at her, pulling off the Slytherin robes he wore and tossing them over the back of the chair he planned to sit in. "You do know I can take points for that?"

[zmeyette]

The sleepy haze had begun to settle in but not enough for Zmeyette to ignore the sound of someone coming in the room. She didn't feel the need to open her eyes just yet but as she felt a small breeze caused by someone walking by her she opened her left eye just a bit to make out the form of the seventh year male prefect, Marcellus Bletchley. Zmeyette wouldn't really admit it but she thought he was rather hot but the fact that he was a prefect didn't sit well with her. People with authority, other than herself, gave her the creeps. They were alway trying to put people in their place. The fact that Zmeyette did the same thing just in a different way didn't matter. Zmeyette never applied her own rules to herself because she wouldn't have any fun that way.

Marcellus headed upstairs to the boys dormitory and Zmeyette hoped that he stayed up there, she didn't want to be bothered with his rules, especially when she was trying to sleep. Peeking to see how far along the girl was with her paper she saw that it was almost halfway done. The little girl was smarter than she appeared, of course Zmeyette would have to read it over before handing it in. Zmeyette decided to try once more at sleeping and closed her eyes once again. The haze of sleep began to wrap her up in its comforting embrace.

Her mismatched eyes popped open at the sound of her name. Great he came back. Zmeyette thought to herself as her one blue and one green eye landed on Marcellus the person disrupting her sleep for a second time. He was threatening her with taking away points for what she was a bit unsure of. Obviously it had something to do with the girl writing her paper but he just wasn't seeing it from her point of view. "Excuse me. Mr. Bletchley," She said mocking his proper tone. "why exactly will you be taking point from me? Clearly I am doing nothing wrong here. Actually you should be awarding me some points seeing as I am helping this girl. She is going to take away a bit of knowledge from this experience. So how could there be any wrong in that?" She asked crossing her own arms over her chest. Zmeyette smirked at him knowing she sort of had a valid point there. "Oh and if you want to talk about whats right and wrong, docking and giving points, maybe you should take some points away on your behalf seeing as it is plain rude to interrupt a person's sleep. Didn't your mother ever teach you manners?" Zmeyette challenge, the smirk never leaving her face.

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[mutantx1]

There was some part of Marcellus that wanted to just nevermind having even said anything to Zmeyette about the girl doing her work for her. Although Zmeyette knew that what she was doing wasn't acceptable, there was no one around who would really do anything to stop her from picking on the little girl, especially the little girl herself seeing as she wouldnt stand a chance at standing up to a 7th year. Turning his eyes over toward the little girl, Marcellus watched as she wrote with her quill on the parchment, wanting to pull his wand out and set the assignment on fire and send the little witch on her way which would leave Zmeyette without any work done once again. Turning his back to the mismatched eyed werewolf, Marcellus pulled out the chair to the table he planned to sit at, picking up his robes from the back of the chair to set them elsewhere, making sure he pulled his wand from the pocket and set it down on the table right beside his parchment, quill and ink.

At the sound of Zmeyette's mocking tone, Marcellus turned back toward her with a slight scowl on his face as he waited to hear her argue as to why he shouldnt do what he had hinted he could've done. Nothing wrong? How dare she even try to pull that on him, he wasn't dim-witted in the slightest and he felt as if the werewolf was trying to play him as if he was with such rubbish. While Zmeyette had some sort of valid point, however small it may have been, about the girl coming away with some sort of knowledge from the situation, Marcellus still couldnt help but feel bad for the younger witch who he was most certain was not doing this of her own free will. Scoffing soundly at her words, Marcellus shook his head slightly as she brought his mother into things. For such a comment, Marcellus was tempted to give her a detention or two along with a nasty little hex, that would certainly teach the little werewolf to watch that pretty little mouth of hers. Wait, did he just think of her mouth as pretty? With a very short mental scolding of himself, Marcellus got his head on straight before he spoke to her in response to her words. "What knowledge do you see her taking away from this, Zmeyette? That she's going to be taken advantage of by older bullies who are too dull to do a simple hundred word essay themselves?" Although Marcellus was quite positive that would arouse her anger, he stood behind his words awaiting for her to further challenge him.

And about the comment about his mother teaching him manners, Marcellus decided to not even give her an answer.

[zmeyette]

Mismatched eye glared at Marcellus waiting for his response to her logic. Her arms were folded across her chest along with her full lips positioned into a smirk. All the exhaustion she had felt from early was gone, out the window, Zmeyette was fully alert and ready to take Marcellus on. Zmeyette was a sick girl, she loved to fight with others, she got a rise out of it every time. The adrenaline rush she felt while disputing someone else's view, making them feel stupid for calling her out in the first place. Zmeyette never backed down, she was ruthless and Marcellus was going to find that out one way or another.

Marcellus looked at the girl and Zmeyette could see the pity in his eyes which only made her smirk widened. She wonder why he really didn't do anything, Marcellus was a prefect after all and had all rights to give her a detention or take points but he did nothing. He pulled a chair up to the table and made himself comfortable. So he was going to be her company for a while because Zmeyette was not moving due to the likes of him.

Zmeyette's lip curled up into a snarl. How dare he insult her like that. She wasn't dull, far from it, she was just lazy and honestly this essay was pointless for a seventh year to do. "Dull? Seriously Bletchley you really think I'm that dull. Then you obviously know nothing about me. This essay is for the like of a young one to do, not for me to waste my time with. Blame the professor for assigning this essay and we wouldn't be having this conversation." She said irritably. Zmeyette had no idea why Marcellus insulting her like that hurt so much. Her brow furrowed above her green and blue eye. "Her doing this essay will teach her two things. One that will help her in charms class and quite possibly she might invoke a back bone and stand up to me. I'm helping the girl toughen up." Zmeyette stated as if that was the final note of the argument and nothing else could be said about it.

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[JACOB CONWAY WARRINGTON]

It was like Jacob to normally be in a good mood when he entered the dungeon, but even with his casual robes on, he soon took them off stuffing them into a random corner where anyone could spit on it. In fact he dared them too, there was no one left to challenge him, and the more that feared him the better. Sure his trio had invoked quite a bit of fear into most of the students at Hogwarts, but some Slytherin's congratulated him for the attack on Theresa as word would soon be spreading through the school to watch out for him. Meaning Jacob had to lay low for the time being and there was no better place than in the Slytherin common room where he was meant to lounge.

Then he noticed Zmeyette, the one who wanted him for more than just a one night stand, but he knew of her nature as he watched the girl writing the essay for. Then a well-mannered prefect had decided to play some word games with her, but this was going to be fun. Suddenly his dampened mood had changed quite efficiently as he was watching with sparkling eyes as a snide smile approached his lips. If Zmeyette understood anybody, it was Jacob, and she knew him on so many more levels than just the one. Sure, they had their own feelings, but he could feel a tinge of jealousy at any other guy or girl she was with at times. It was a hard feeling to control, especially since most of their children if they had any would become quite the hellions.

In fact, he would have said it himself, but he knew things wouldn't work between them as he had his eyes set on Olivia from when he first met her. That power of hers intrigued him as much as his wit encouraged Olivia to take up her position as the dark lady. Yes, Power, that's the word he was hungering for, as he then heard Marcus so blatantly using it, "Bold of you to stand up to Zmeyette, but I'm not taking sides. Plus she's right you know, if the girl isn't benefiting from it, why else would she be helping her out in the first place. I doubt any foul play was used here either," he said calmly. Eyes trailing over Zmeyette's as he took a seat in a chair near the corner folding his arms across his chest.

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[zmeyette]

Zmeyette waited for a response, she dared him to retaliate against her full proof logic. It would almost be a waste of time for Marcellus to utter a single word about the situation but Zmeyette was in need of some amusement. She couldn't just try and go back to sleep for her system was pumping with adrenaline from the small argument that was ensuing. Seeing as Marcellus was the cause of her energy he might as well keep her busy for if he didn't she was sure to find herself in some sort of trouble.

After a few minutes of glaring and silence passed Zmeyette's challenging smirk turned into one of triumph. Marcellus had nothing left to say, no way to dispute her valid point. "Exactly. I win. You have nothing else to say to defend your side of the argument. So reward me with ten points." Zmeyette demanded. The argument was over, she had won, and the girl she had assigned to do her work was finished. She haded the essay to her and almost tried to run away. "Don't move until I've finished reading over it." She told the girl. Zmeyette took a minute to read over the essay she would be passing over as her own work. "Not half bad. You are a smart little thing aren't you?" Zmeyette said, staring at the girl who was itching to get away. "You are dismissed." Zmeyette added finally and the girl zoomed off. "See no harm done Marcellus, next time don't be such a wet-blanket." She said laughing slightly.

Zmeyette tucked the essay inside her charms book just before she heard a familiar voice. Jacob Warrington, the one guy Zmeyette had ever had true feelings for. Sadly, for her, it didn't work out between them. Zmeyette still wanted him but she knew Jacob wouldn't even try again but the two remained best friends even though it was extremely hard on her not to reach over and have her way with him. "Jacob, sounds too me like you're taking sides." She said with an amused tone, wagging her right index finger at him.

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[JACOB CONWAY WARRINGTON]

Jacob was definitely aware of Zmeyette's lingering feelings as he had some of his own desires that wouldn't go unquenched, but it was Halloween. Normally he would have let this go, but when he normally saw that look she gave him at times. It sometimes melted him, although word would get out pretty fast if he was seeing her again, but they were known to have a few one night stands. Normally it ended that way, but this time, perhaps he could hold on for much longer until he gave in to his inner desires. Sure she had the same beauty as Olivia, but not the same passion that Olivia had. Plus it was nice not having someone read your mind every ten seconds.

Even if he was a devoted follower and her right hand man, there was something he sensed with chun and her to begin with. Not that he had any business snicking his nose into it, as for right now he was just staring into Zmeyette's eyes getting lost in them. Then a sneer approached his face as that all too well sniveling smirk approached again to his face, this time attempting to test her. "Well, Greyback, if you say you are as great as you think you are, you'd be able to rip my throat out right now without looking back...I wouldn't even fight back," he taunted her, but it was his way of joking around.

Most people would grimace at that thought, but some thought it amusing until he shot him his ulimate death glare of silencing. Oh yes, it had a name, and it was a very swift deathy name too, and he liked it that way. Once more, he finally looked back to Zmeyette, examining her eyes, and licking his lips softly. Lust was finally taking over, but he stopped it before continuing. Jacob knew she could tell he was still in to her just then as he really needed someone to vent his feelings to since the talk with Olivia he recently had.

Obviously it had unnerved him, but her punishment had been a little bit more severe than he had expected. So, console wasn't exactly his best bet as he then finally spoke again, "If you know I'm joking, then come a little closer so I can get a better look at those large fangs," he teased, but wasn't joking either. Not many understood his sick, twisted sense of humor at times.

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[zmeyette]

Excitement soared through Zmeyette. The day was going in a completely different direction than she had anticipated. It wasn't as if her day had been going horrible and suddenly switched to a great day for she had enjoyed her normal routine only amounting to an average day. But after having her essay done for her, winning an argument, and having her best friend stroll in at the perfect time was more than she could ask for. Or could she? Everyone knew that Zmeyette was a greedy little girl.

Zmeyette looked over at Jacob, lusting over the vision in front of her. To the werewolf Jacob was almost perfect. He was good looking, a bad ass, and wasn't afraid to get dirty. His only downfall was that he wouldn't stay with her but Zmeyette knew she could pretty much have him whenever she wanted. Zmeyette was a very sexy girl that anyone would want, it was an honor if she paid any attention to someone. At least that was how she saw it, except in the case of Jacob. Maybe it was her honor...well it would of been if they were still dating but in the friend territory she was more important than her gorgeous ex.

"Sweetie you know I'm that good. Don't deny it." Zmeyette shot right back at him, narrowing her eyes slightly. She knew he was only joking, in some ways, in others it seemed he wanted something more than that. The sexual tension between them was almost visible and so strong that Zmeyette didn't even care that Marcellus was still in the room. Part of her wished he would leave to give Jacob and her some alone time but prefects were always hanging around at the worst times.

"So it's my fangs you want to see is it Warrington?" Zmeyette said with a taunting smirk as she stood up from her chair. She walked over to where Jacob was sitting and sat on his lap, straddling him. She leaned down so her eyes were even with his. "This close enough for you?" Zmeyette asked in a whisper.

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[JACOB CONWAY WARRINGTON]

Zmeyette Greyback, only renowned because of her father, which she seemed to be rather proud of at times. Always boasting on about him and at one point had wanted to have Jacob's kids so that they could utterly rule together. Not that he really wanted little rampaging beasts roaming the world. Of course, it would be distasteful if something like that happened with his name attached to it, but he figured the greyback name was best to be left untarnished. Considering, their blood was tainted, and he wouldn't want to mix his genes with that. Yet, here he was with this beautiful and intelligent woman that made him chill to the bones on the spot. Even as the air was heating up around them, he no longer cared either.

A large hand came up to her face to stroke her smooth olive skin, trailing it down along her body slowly. Mainly just focusing on her sides for the moment as they soon interlaced about her back, and yes this was quite an appropriate time for this. Even as Marcellus was still there, or even if he had walked away by then. Jacob had no longer cared as he seemed to be a faded memory for the two of them were definitely into each other. The only way to really stop him would to be to actually get in his way as he grinned towards Zmeyette, looking at those kissable lips of hers.

Oh yes, she was flawless in every aspect, but he doubted that anyone could actually hold a greater party than hers. Then again, he rarely attended parties if they didn't involve pure bloods, which is why he normally avoided the Halloween Feast. Sure he had been ordered by Olivia to attend, but he wasn't about to keep himself on going that far. Even as she was on his lap he then looked up at her and leaned in closer, stealing a kiss from her full lips. Not even caring as the lust was in the air and then just letting go of all rational thought as he tilted his head giving into desire. Even as he was just enjoying her attention to him right then and there as his lips pressed against his own intertwining her in a deep, passionate kiss.

Jacob was going to leave her wanting more, as he pulled away softly teasingly to whisper back to her, "Ah, but they're bared, my sweet, you should do well to show them all the time, that's the best way to do it, don't you agree?" he asked her softly as he grinned a sadistic smile, and then bit her neck softly before kissing her lips just once more. Suddenly a pang of regret washed over him as he then looked up towards her eyes, that lingering feeling of betraying his mistress, Olivia doing this. It almost tore him, but he had a burning desire to fulfill so he just looked up at her not concerned for the time being.

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[zmeyette]

Perched on top of her ex-lover's lap was the perfect place to be, at least to Zmeyette. It was so evident that they wanted each other, whenever they walked into a room it was hard for them not to gravitate toward each other. But of course the two wouldn't always give in to temptation, obviously this wasn't one of those times which she was entirely grateful for. Her long dark hair cascaded down around her face her mismatched eyes peaking between the two sides staring into a pair of hazel, lust filled eyes. After being around Jacob for so long Zmeyette could easily read him just as he could read her. It was natural for the two, the chemistry they shared, but something stopped them from being together. Perhaps the toxic nature of their relationship, their sadistic ways, or the fact that her blood was tainted. Zmeyette hated that word, to her she was not tainted. Only if she had blood of a muggle than she would be. She was a full wizard as well as a werewolf in her mind. It wasn't half of each.

Jacob's hands ran down her sides, causing goosebumps to raise up on her olive skin. It almost made her shiver; his touch. Zmeyette resisted the urge to bite her lip due to the contact between them, she didn't want Jacob to know how much she wanted him right here and now. Zmeyette always wanted Jacob, he was the one guy she never got tired of and would always go back to. It was just something about him that had the werewolf stuck. But she didn't mind the predicament she was in. Whatever came from tonight wouldn't last any further than this but a small ray of hope always made her think maybe this time would be different. She was always left broken the next day until their next encounter where it started all over again.

Jacob brought his lips to hers a feeling she had missed greatly. It didn't take long for either of them to loose themselves in the kiss as Zmeyette snaked her arms around Jacob's neck pulling him closer. His mouth muffled the longing moan that she uttered and couldn't hold back. Jacob Warrington was the only man ever to make her do that from just a kiss.

As the kiss broke apart Zmeyette wanted more she knew that was his intentions but tonight she would get it. As Jacob bit her neck lightly she sucked in her bottom lip a bit. How she had missed this connection with him. "I believe you like many things bare, Jacob." She joked lightly before she leaned down trailing the tips of her fangs across the sensitive skin of the neck.

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[JACOB CONWAY WARRINGTON]

Jacob honestly soon forgot all about Olivia, and the fact that Zmeyette was definitely one of the few he had deeply cared about for a chance. Most others had just been a past fling, but even right now he was not letting any of his guilt get in his way. It was now time to actually set himself free as a natural reaction to a beautiful woman on his lap would make itself present, but he wasn't going to give in to said urge. Only if said woman was interested in copulating with him. Even so, he wasn't about to let it get that far just yet, after all, Jacob loved to tease. As much as he did like giving Zmeyette what she wanted at the same time, however, he was considering making their meetings strictly on business now.

Oh yes, Jacob was definitely still in love with Zmeyette, but he had to regret the decision he had been faced with when confessing to Olivia about his relationship with her. Getting the whole lecture on how werewolves and vampires were literally just to be used to their tainted blood. Letting his thoughts getting him distracted and then as her fangs brushed near his neck. That caused him to tilt his head lightly, but he never let out a moan, ever until it actually came to the gracious act that left them both satisfied. Not that it had ever gotten that far during their relationship, but he was willing to make an exception just this once.

No one would need to know, and he could easily keep his thoughts from that to let Olivia know. Of course, Zmeyette would be incredibly happened if that were to happen, but even so he wouldn't do it just for her own benefit. Oh no, as far as he was concerned, he wasn't going to stop himself for a change, and maybe Zmeyette would feel so lucky as to have him all to herself just for the night. Not denying her access to his lips like he normally did by this point, his one hand trailed along her inner thigh. Of course, he was clawing lightly at it as his own teeth brushed against her neck as he softly breathed against it.

Letting his saliva trail along it as he nibbled gently on her earlobe whispering in return, "Oh you know I prefer your bare, and there's so much more you can do than just bite isn't there?" he asked, starting to promiscuously rub his hips up against her. It was just a subtle motion to drive her into a further reaction as he kept the friction between their bodies rather tame, but his own body was an inferno within. Even as sweat trickled down his forehead as he then pressed his lips once more into hers in a deep, passionate kiss as his tongue slowly slid out to ask for entrance to her own.

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[zmeyette]

Things were intensifying quite quickly and Zmeyette preferred it this way. The air between them was growing hot with all the heavy breathing that was taking place. Zmeyette could hardly catch her breath. She hated that Jacob was able to do such things to her causing her body to react in different ways than it did with anyone else she had ever been with. And she had been with a bunch of people, she had no shame in her game. Zmeyette wanted what she wanted and always went after it, just as she was now sitting atop Jacob Warrington's lap. It didn't matter than Jacob could possibly belong to someone else, or if he was in another relationship, Jacob would always be Zmeyette's and he would have to realize that sooner or later. Zmeyette was an incredibly sexy woman that was hard to resist even to the most strong at willed. Or maybe many gave in fearing that she would bite their heads off if they didn't. Whatever the case Zmeyette was never denied anything.

As Jacob's cold hand climbed up her thigh, lightly scratching, Zmeyette tossed her head back a bit exposing her neck in a very sensual way as she shook her dark hair behind her back. "Mmmmm." She hummed. "Someone hasn't lost their touch." She purred at Jacob. His touch was intoxicating to Zmeyette but she never understood why. "What the bloody hell is your secret?" She asked, almost demanded, cocking an eyebrow at him.

"Oh Warrington you know I can do much more than bite." She cooed. Zmeyette began to mimic his hips movements, falling into rhythm with him. She wanted nothing more than to do this sultry dance without the hindrance of clothes but she had a trick up her sleeve that was interrupted by Jacob pulling her into another deep and passionate kiss. His tongue was tapping against her lips trying to gain entrance, she smirked before parted her lips ever so slightly and letting his tongue slide on in, as she pushed her on into his. Zmeyette kissed him hard and soft at the same time, hungering for his taste but gentle enough to keep him sane. Her hands slipped up under his shirt feeling his fit body beneath her fingers.

After a moment had gone by Zmeyette pulled away, taking Jacob's bottom lip with her. It was caught in between her teeth as she nibbled on it for a second. Then she let go and stared at him for a moment. "Yes I can do much more, as in walk away." She said pushing herself off his lap and walking away a bit. . It was only to tease him, as she loved to play cat and mouse. Zmeyette backed up against the wall smirking at Jacob.

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[JACOB CONWAY WARRINGTON]

Like Jacob would reveal his innermost secret, but like he had thought earlier, his prowess underneath the covers was usually unmatched. Not that Zmeyette ever had the chance to really find out as he usually stopped them before anything of the sort happened. Not tonight, and in fact he was thinking, no matter who he was with he might even just have a secret relationship with her as well. Wow, he sure got around, but he wasn't going to let anyone on his other arrangement with a few other women, and it was obvious he wasn't guilty about doing this at all. In fact, Jacob's face was so hard to read when it came to discussing love that people might as well just be talking to a brick wall. Although, almost every Slytherin girl was wary of him due to his reputation, but he was glad it had drawn a few of them in.

Even some blood purists from other houses had taken quite the liking to him, but he wasn't about to go frolicking with every interloper he saw trying to get on his turf. As far as he was concerned Zmeyette could walk all over his turf no matter what time of year it was, and even if she had no place to go, he wouldn't turn a blind eye to her. Olivia was just another page in his book, but he had bigger plans for her later on. Right now he was more focused on living in the moment, and would sooner or later come to terms with his past. Forgetting about his own thoughts as he was more focused on Zmeyette, who as sexy as ever was tempting him so much.

Even getting enough of a reaction from him to actually make him moan slightly as she grazed off of his lap in a taunting gesture. Almost starting to feel that he was being threatened by having he disadvantage, but he realized what she wanted from him. Jacob was going to do his best to please her as he then knelt before for a moment kissing her lower leg for just a minute or two. Not really moving up at all as he then moved up to wrap his arms around her waist pressing his body firmly against her own. Whispering softly into her ear as he nibbled gently on her earlobe once more as he was about to endure a passionate tango with her. It was a surprise that they didn't have their clothes littering the floor just yet.

"You're so intoxicating, Zmeyette, perhaps I was wrong in ending the relationship," he whispered. It was hard to tell if he meant it as he left it rather open ended. No promises, nor anything to say that he'd cling on to her for life, yet his breath on her ear would probably make her forget. Even as he held her up against the wall, using his body to gyrate up against her hips with his own.

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[zmeyette]

To say that Zmeyette was smitten was not quite the correct word, it seemed too cutesy and so unlike her, perhaps infatuated would have to suffice as the sufficient description. It wasn't hard to believe that the two were wrapped up in each other's intoxicating ways once again, it was actually harder to find true that this was the first time in quite some months since the two collided in a sexual way. Zmeyette had surely missed this, but never forgot. Jacob Warrington was hardly someone could instantly forget about just as she was hard to shake from one's memory. It was something she strived to be...unforgettable. With her last name carrying such legend she was almost buried beneath it. But Zmeyette would be known that was certain. Jacob Warrington would never forget her name.

Zmeyette stood against the wall playfully smirking at her object of desire. She wanted it was quite clear from the look in her eye and her body language, all he had to do was take it. Zmeyette loved knowing she was wanted so much by a guy that they would chase her, which was exactly what Jacob did. As he approached her Jacob dropped down to one knee and began to place kisses along her leg. Only Jacob seemed to understand about the sensitive spots of a woman's body, places that did not get much attention during these types of activities. Zmeyette couldn't help but bite down on her lover lip for the pleasure was unbearable.

Soon enough Jacob was pressed hard against her, in more than one way, which only made her smirk. His lips trailed up her neck and to her earlobe as her hands wrapped around his back beneath his shirt. As he nibbled on her earlobe her fingers curled digging her nails lightly into his back. She was completely into the moment but the words Jacob uttered next took her by surprise, but she continued on as if they hadn't hit a core. "Jacob, no need to whisper sweet nothings in my ear to get into my pants, you can have it already." Zmeyette retorted back, only a slight hint of annoyance to her voice.

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[JACOB CONWAY WARRINGTON]

Jacob's clothes had almost been on just as fast as they had gone off. Chuckling slightly as he lay there, finally buttoning up his shirt, as it seemed they had their fun. It was awkward, but he knew that he wouldn't be able to just say nothing had happened. Surely, he would anger Zmeyette if he told her that he thought this was just his lust acting out, but it had been that way. Nothing would really ever work out between them, and he knew for a fact it would only slow him down from getting with Olivia, the only girl he really admired and probably would faun after. Of course, things were changing with the way he felt about some of his friends, and soon were turning into friends with benefits.

Sighing softly he soon looked her over as he was standing before her now, and just crossing his arms as he raised an eyebrow. Obviously he had to knock some sense into her if he was going to tell her that what he had felt for her just then was just lust. Jacob really did know how to say it without any remorse as he merely let his emotions slide off his face. That same cold stare he gave anyone he thought rather distasteful crossed it as soon as he caught a glimpse of people entering the room. Shielding Zmeyette from them just in case she decided to be in a foul mood from the next words he was going to utter from his lips.

"I'm afraid, I can't keep doing this with you, it's just our feelings acting out, I honestly don't think we should keep doing this. It's best to restrain ourselves around one another, you know my feelings on this well enough," he said, and each word made him flinch inward. It was like he was throwing hot iron at her and branding her mirthlessly without any consideration for her own feelings.

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[zmeyette]

Their clothes were scattered around the common room. A shirt on the floor by the chair, her bra on the lamp, a sock on the table, each article of clothing was in an inappropriate spot. The image brought a smile to Zmeyette's face. Jacob and her had finally done the deed they kept stopping themselves from doing when they were together. Quite honestly Jacob had been the best she ever had, probably due to the fact that they both had plenty of experience.

Zmeyette gathered her clothes, quickly slipping into them before anyone could walk in and catch her half naked. Now that she wasn't in the middle of the act she cared about her body being exposed more than normal. After dressing herself she plopped back on the couch next to Jacob feeling quite satisfied. "Damn Jacob we should have done this ages ago." She said half laughing. She was expecting some sarcastic retort from him but there was nothing but silence.

After a moment or two Jacob stood up, standing directly in front of her. Zmeyette's high was crashing down quickly. Jacob was looking at her as if he was disgusted, as if she was one of those lowly blood traitors he tormented. Her face instantly contorted into anger even before the words he spoke next stabbed her a million times over.

Zmeyette got up from the couch standing right in front of him. "Who said I wanted to do this again?" She spat. "Jacob Warrington you walk around here like your the Slytherin god himself, but in reality you are just a pathetic nobody who just messes with girls to make himself feel better. You're worthless." She said, her brow was furrowed and her eyes were sharp with hate. After everything she had ever did for him and now he wanted to use her like a piece of meat? Zmeyette was wrong in ever having feelings for someone like him.

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[JACOB CONWAY WARRINGTON]

Jacob's laugh was mirthless as she tried to glare at him with hatred was it? But not ten seconds ago she had loved the feeling of him ravaging her body? What was up with that, well he was glad the deed had been done now he could go pray that he could wipe himself clean of these events. Chuckling softly at her, and then merely shrugging his shoulders in her direction. "You were the best I had until I realized, I could have better<" he taunted her, mirthlessly laughing again and this time without remorse as he looked at her. Gathering his own clothes and putting them on rather quickly considering he didn't want to deal with an angry werewolf ready to tear him from limb to limb.

Zmeyette wouldn't touch a pretty hair on his body anyways, but Jacob was torn at himself for saying that. All cause it was for Olivia's sake and her cause, what the hell was he doing getting it on here of all places? The thought of Olivia walking in on him had him doubting his mental state, and soon he was just standing there dumbfounded as she told him that. No, it wasn't dumbfounded, it was more or less just an actual stare that she would say such a thing about him. Jacob admitted he deserved that, but he was about to say something else when he heard that familiar call from his ring.

The one ring he had been entrusted with that he kept hidden from oh so many that spoke parseltongue to him when it needed his presence elsewhere. Jacob was slightly saddened that he had crushed this relationship, but cutting off ties with everyone was easier this way. Waving bye to her as he took his leave through the Slytherin portrait, he decided to add a few extra words, "This is goodbye for good, Zmeyette Greyback, go to that boy that's obsessed over you like a little kid trying to fetch a chocolate frog for his girlfriend..it's pathetic honestly...good luck on your ...search for pups, greyback," he said remorsefully to her, and was gone out of her sight and her life too..although he would talk to her if he had to...but it would be awkward from now on.

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