this is the wrong floor..(Maharet)

[JACOB CONWAY WARRINGTON]

Jacob had to get ready for this meeting since this really wasn't official anymore, but the way they had left things really wasn't a for sure way with him even though he knew things might get out of hand again. Deciding to keep it this way for now as he let his own path lead him directly to where the Three Broomsticks was and then entered the door just to make sure he had the right place. This time it was his turn to leave a rather subliminal hint at where he was going to be, but he wasn't going to make it easy for Maharet in the long run either. Keeping his mind out of the gutter was always a good thing, but it wasn't hard to do considering what Maggie liked to wear sometimes, and Jacob honestly thought he was too good to call her that name.

Despite the hard feelings he had left with, and then started to keep his mind composed just so he could focus on the task at hand. Wearing what he wore last time, but it was clean of course, just a simple gray shirt covered with a black jacket, then some leather gloves to keep his hands warm. A black headband to complete the trend, but there was a Slytherin logo embroidered on said jacket along with his shoes having a slight Slytherin logo on them too. Personally customized just for him since his family obviously had the money to spare on whatever it could find for his own tastes. Then he finally started to climb the stairs merely waving off the innkeeper who gave him a knowing smile as if knowing what was about to occur. Jacob made no notion of knowing the owner, and just kept his head focused on where he was headed.

Obviously, he was not quite as nice as the others that would have rented a room here, but he parted his shaggy brown hair to one side lightly, even though he kept it parted on both sides just to keep it out of his brown eyes. Finally having reached the top of the stairs, he chose room 7, but it wasn't cause it was lucky, just that it seemed to be the only one available this time. Jacob made sure the walls were sound proof so that he could easily do what he needed to while they were doing another lesson with their Occlumency that was long over due. This was at least the fourth week of practicing it and Maharet had almost perfected it. Even Jacob was getting there, but he was actually not revealing his full potential since they usually did have some fun on the sidelines here and there. Finally letting his body get inside the room and soon just sat on the edge of the bed eager to get the lessons started.

Adjusting his arm a little since he was testing it out after it had recovered and was still intent on causing some payback to that little wench that had started to hurt him with that spell. Lyra, she was his main target, Will would have to wait his turn, because he wanted to get her alone.

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[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

Maharet had decided the moment that Jacob had called it quits that she wasn’t going to let him get to her. There were plenty of other people out there more than willing to give her amble distraction and Maggie had taken advantage of that fact. Still the Occulmency lessons continued and she still messed around with Jacob on the side but the emotion was kept out of it as best as she could. Maharet couldn’t afford to be some lovesick schoolgirl with a broken heart still coming back to the jerk for more, that wasn’t who she was and Maggie certainly wasn’t going to allow herself to turn into that. If it was emotionless relations between them that Jacob preferred than Maharet was right there with him in that very same boat, just with more determination than Jacob probably had. After all he had his precious Olivia and Maggie was dead set on being content with that. He could just be like every other guy; someone that she used.

That didn’t mean that Maharet wasn’t going to dress to impress. It wasn’t just to show Jacob what he could have had, because that was pathetic and desperate, but because Maggie liked looking her best regardless of whom she was meeting. The pair of jeans and tight fitting long sleeved powder blue top she wore was covered by the black wool peacoat that she had buttoned up to protect her from the chill in the December air. Hands stuffed in her pockets and a matching blue scarf wrapped around her neck she made her way to that session’s meeting place, The Three Broomsticks. It didn’t have the privacy of The Hog’s Head that Maggie preferred by she knew, and made sure, that she would be arriving after Jacob. She still didn’t fancy being seen with him in public without Persephone around. Those were questions that could avoid cropping up with Jacob cooperation and so far he was being a good sport about it all.

Breezing in through the busy pub Maharet was already shrugging out of her coat and taking off her scarf, the warmth in the building too great to be wrapped up in either for more than a moment. Hopefully it would be cooler upstairs where there wasn’t so much hot air filling the atmosphere, well no more than Jacob had a tendency to let out with some of the idiotic things that he said. Maybe there was some residual hard feelings for Maharet but she pushed them aside and if she couldn’t at any given moment she at least kept them to herself. She was getting better at revealing less and less to Jacob so it made it easier to keep that particular subject from him. Maggie didn’t like the fact that she was indeed only human- not in the sense that she wasn’t as strong as say a werewolf, because even they were subject to emotion, but in the grand scheme of it all where she could in fact be stung by another personal emotionally.

Without ceremony Maggie waltzed straight into room seven to see Jacob lounging on the edge of the bed flexing his arm as it was now healed enough to do so. She tossed her coat and scarf on the nearby chair before turning to lock the door behind her, just a precautionary measure on her part. ”Alright lets do this.” No pleasantries exchanged just right down to business. Maharet was done playing games with Jacob and keeping things on script meant she was less likely to slip up. Sure, she still slept with him but that was only for the pleasure not because he gave her the warm fuzzies anymore. Jacob was good for two things presently, sex and occulmency- not the type to make her feel special or loved or any of that nonsense that so many girls deluded themselves into thinking.

[JACOB CONWAY WARRINGTON]

Jacob was still having lingering feelings for Maharet, even though he really tried hard to deny them, but in the past few lessons he had let those inhibitions go letting her know what he still thought of her even if he was after Olivia. That had been his mistake, even remotely thinking of Olivia, and Jacob was learning how to control that portion of his mind so she wouldn't be able to dive that far either. Instead, if she were to dive into it right now, there would be no cheesy version of anything, but just Maharet on full display like she should in her birthday suit. Luckily for her, the scenery around her was so incredible it was like one of those things you'd expect from a rather high-class hollywood movie with one of those luxury rooms in a hotel suite.

Of course, she could wear whatever since she was the one viewing his memory, but that was after they got down to business first of all. Now the first part of their arrangement was to basically ask no questions anymore, however, he needed to ask one that she would answer within his mind since he was getting good at prodding whoever was invading his personal space. Just like that day when Maharet had gone in to see his darker side and had unleashed the beast within there was going to be no mercy once he unleashed his full potential on her, not afraid of her anymore. Heck, right now, he was trying to make all thoughts about her seem incredibly sensual, but not fake of course. Oh no, he replayed in his mind all the scenes they had shared together just to see if it would make her stumble back out of his mind at all at seeing her own promiscuity. Jacob was indeed rather eager to start this lesson too.

Maharet needed to know just how much he really appreciated her doing this, but they were just using each other. Jacob had made it very clear that his feelings for her weren't substantial either, but there were those irritating lingering feelings welling up from deep within when someone you once had something more than usual with tingled at the back of your mind. At least Jacob didn't openly reject her at all, and was glad for some time alone with her for a while. No apology was needed either for what he had done during Persephone's little meeting with them, and heaven may have been a paradise for other people. Jacob thought he was destined to be in hell together with Maggie instead of Olivia, and the more he thought like that, the more he liked the idea of Maharet's body pressed up to him at all times.

Now that it was getting to him, Maharet, would have many...delectable images to choose from in his head to mess with, but little did she know, a trap was set on everything she touched. Each thing she grazed upon within his mind would start to make her feel weighed down. Each step into his mind almost felt like a pressure was forcing her out before she even stepped within it. Jacob obviously had been practicing rather hard, and had almost perfected it since almost all of his other thoughts were blocked out besides the ones he had shared with Maharet, especially their first time together. Jacob made it look like how he felt it had to him, and even let her share those same feelings as lust had washed over him that night as well as other feelings he had been in denial about ever since.

"Go ahead, Maharet, but just to let you know, even if we're just friends, I still hate to say this...even to you...I will not let anyone hurt you, and if they have, I will personally make it my vendetta to strike back at them," was all he said to her, but he knew that he would have done it without having to tell her that anyways, perhaps it was reassuring knowing someone else had your back with words, plus Jacob knew what he was signing himself up for. It would get him away from Olivia for a little bit.

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[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

The defense that her mind had been working on to expel people from her mind was about making them feel twisted, as though their mind’s eye was being painfully contorted and wrung out of all the things that it might have seen while inside of her mind. It wasn’t as subtle as the burden of pressure weighing a person down but it made a certain bit of sense to Maggie. If she was all about subtly in her daily life than wouldn’t her mind need to balance things out but being blunt, putting all that pent up energy out there some how. It just seemed that it had found its outlet with the defense mechanism and that suited Maharet just fine.

It was futile to keep Jacob out of her thoughts completely and in all honesty Maharet knew that she wasn’t capable of doing that. He had left an impression on her that was permanent. She couldn’t pretend like he was nothing to her, but that didn’t mean that she had to reveal what she had thought he once was, or could be. That was something that Maggie absolutely refused to allow. At his words Maharet paused for a spilt second as her composure wavered. It was nice to know that Jacob wanted to be there for her and she had almost went to that very place in her thoughts that she was avoiding. That wasn’t who she was though. Maggie was a strategist she needed to look at this vow of his objectively to sort out the potential benefits of it. Yes, it was cold but Maharet had tried the other way and it had left her feeling horrible compliments of Jacob’s lets just be friends mentality.

Smiling sweetly Maggie took a seat on the bed next to Jacob and put her hand on his knee affectionately. ”Thanks that means a lot to me…” Kissing his cheek she pulled back letting her gaze fall to her lap. ”As much as I hate to say it.” A little reciprocation on forced admittances seemed like a smart move at the time. She was sure that Jacob meant what he said but what she wasn’t sure of was his motive. Maggie would have liked it to just be because Jacob cared but considering what had happened between them and whom they both were it felt more like compensation than anything else. She couldn’t complain though. Compensation or concern it still meant that Jacob would be there when she needed him to be. With the direction that she was heading in life Jacob was definitely a good ally to have.

Removing her hand she reached for her pocket to retrieve her wand. Maggie didn’t want to dwell on the sentimentals so delved straight into Jacob’s mind to be immediately greeted with sensual images of her and the memories of the two of them together. She liked the way that Jacob saw her- it might not have been with the affection and tenderness that came with love but he did seem to respect her and care for her on some level. That was refreshing, especially considering that he didn’t expect anything from her or want her to be anyone other than exactly who she was. Jacob understood that she wasn’t really that goody two shoes version that she let so many others see. It still bothered her that Hector, even after giving him glimpses of who she truly was, expected her to be a good person. He had claimed to love her and yet how he could have when he didn’t know the first thing about her? These things would be on her mind when Jacob entered her mind, but for now she was just enjoying the view of herself seen by Jacob.

The longer that she stayed in his mind the more sluggish Maharet felt, like the memories were piling up on top of her and pushing her down. Jacob was overloading her and it was working to discourage her from exploring any further. The growing familiarity of light-headedness was washing over her and Maggie stumbled back, figuratively, from Jacob’s mind. Though she found that her body did react similarly- torso leaning back so that her hands were braced behind her on the bed.

[JACOB CONWAY WARRINGTON]

Jacob wasn't astonished that she was rather flabbergasted at what she saw, but he knew that it was probably having a great beneficial effect on her. Yes, there was plenty of time he had to get to know her a little better, and these occlumency lessons never ceased to amaze him with what he could learn about her to use against her later on. No, he wasn't going to bring personal matters into this, no matter what he learned about it, but Jacob was the only one that knew her fully on the interior now. Surely, she must have felt like a barbie stripped naked of all it's prized possessions, but realized that she was a little more promiscuous than that.

Shedding of her clothes wouldn't bother her, but anyone bursting her shell like a certain someone had would easily give him liability to claim her. Luckily, he was able to at least help her get over the stress of anyone in her life that was annoying her and finally found himself eagerly diving into her mind. Without warning at all either as the words left his lips, uttering the same spell that they had uttered so many times the last few weekends. The training was getting intense and Jacob knew he could handle it. Maharet's sanity had to stay in tact otherwise Jacob would have torn it asunder already with his many provocative thoughts of her. Jacob soon realized he couldn't get his mind off of her and wondered if they should start up as something more again despite the fact they had tried going down that avenue already.

Look where you ended up, and now here he was diving into her mind again. There were other places he wanted to 'dive' into, but would engorge himself on that feast later on throughout the evening. Luckily, he was able to walk around without feeling immense pressure within her skull, and he felt rather confident with himself for being able to handle her confused memory. Jumbled up at first, but he pieced it all together and was no longer worried about being hurled out. Jacob had a keen sense since he almost sort of knew what she was trying to do, and wondered if he should let her see his darker side again.

That one side that had almost torn her throat out the one night just from having unleashed it within his mind. The personality itself had quickly integrated itself into his daily life, and now he had been more violent at the school. Jacob's name was uttered with fear still and now he had to settle that vendetta with Lyra again soon. Oh yes, he planned on giving that woman what for when he was sober enough and not drunk on his own power. Reeling within his own mind deciding to give her some space after realizing who she was thinking about at the time.

Once he had pulled out of her mind, and leaned over his hand caressing her own hand softly. Jacob didn't know why he wanted to do that all of a sudden since he knew sparks would fly between them if they did. The butterflies in his stomach kicked up and he tried so hard to hide the fact that she looked so ...gorgeous just breathing like she was. Watching the rise and fall of her chest while trying hard to look anywhere else but there. Jacob was mesmerized by her modest chest, and the fact she seemed content on wearing whatever...yes she dressed very sexy this evening.

All Jacob wanted to do was compliment her over and over, which he was doing in his mind, that she would be able to see once she dove in. The same sensual scenes exploded, and this time he included his real feelings about her...the sensual lust and the rubbing of their bodies together when they had clicked. Everything, and anything was now focused on her..."I can't get you out of my head, which is a good thing for me, whenever I'm not having a great day...but that seems to be every day now," he admitted, "Not that I care," he added in return, hoping those words would sting her in return for the ones she gave him, but in reality he did care very deeply about her still.

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[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

She didn’t like the road that her mind was leading Jacob down when it came to Hector. It left everything wide open for interpretation. The main interpretation that Maggie hated was that maybe she was like every other girl out there and wanted the same thing that they did- just someone to love them. It was a stupid concept because Maharet didn’t even believe in love. All that was were chemicals sending a signal to your brain when endorphins were running high it wasn’t real and yet Maggie feared that it was what she wanted. No, that couldn’t be it because Maharet was aware that love was nothing more than a mind trick. What she really wanted was for someone, or multiple someone’s-either was fine with her, to make her feel special. That could be accomplished easily enough.

After calling out the beast in Jacob she had been a little more cautious, treaded just a bit more softly when it came to poking around in his mind. There were plenty of people that wouldn’t take so kindly to Jacob harming her and despite forcefully neglecting her feelings for him she still didn’t want to see him hurt. Of the millions of people that Maharet wouldn’t have even had a slight tingle of pity for if they were tortured and killed, if that happened to Jacob… it just didn’t sit well with her. The way that Olivia treated him sometimes made her very angry, but if Jacob was going to willingly put himself in those positions then that was on him.

As Jacob backed off her Maharet frowned heavily feeling his hand on top of hers, touching her in that affectionate way. What was he playing at? Perfect he had seen that stuff about Hector and was coming to the conclusion that she had feared he would and was teasing her for it now. Wasn’t he the comedian? Despite how furious she was with him for such a dick move she couldn’t help the feelings that he was stirring up in her. Maggie’s irritation made her breathing a little more labored in a sore attempt to calm herself. This was a new low even for Jacob, but what made it worse was that Maharet respected him for it too. If he had used that tactic on anyone else she would have laughed and gave him a pat on the back for the cruelty of it but when used on her, unbeknownst to Maggie that it wasn’t his intention at all, she hated it and hated him for it.

She couldn’t bring herself to yank her hand away though. What she could do though was continue on with the lesson, The sooner that they perfected occlumency the sooner she could avoid being with him like this anymore. Maharet perked up the motivation and slid her hand out from under his to re-enter his mind. This time completely enraged by what she saw and felt. He had no right to show her that or to make her feel the way that he felt about her. It wasn’t fair. Maggie came out of his mind quickly getting up from the bed, arms crossed over her chest defiantly. With her back turned to him Maggie’s mouth dropped open in shock that he had the audacity to say that to her.

He was having bad days often, good. Maharet was glad for that. It was what he deserved considering what he was putting her through now, but how dare Jacob use her to make him feel better. And he didn’t care! Rounding on him Maggie gave him a hard shove. ”You’re such a liar Jacob!” Maharet shouted at him. Where it had come from she wasn’t sure. Maybe it was some dormant hope that the things he showed her were genuine and if that was the case then he was a liar for saying he didn’t care.

[JACOB CONWAY WARRINGTON]

Jacob wasn't satisfied with what he had done to Maharet, but it was enough for him to actually realize what a mess he was making of her in the long run. Glad that she was shoving him back since that only caused his rage to appear which was something more fierce than the last time they had actually done their lessons. Always trying to turn her feelings around on him , but he wasn't going to have it this time, even as that shove wasn't enough to push him back far. Now he had his own time to shove her back, but roughly so that she would forcefully land on the bed. Once that occurred, Jacob would literally jump on the bed with his arms pinning her down against it eagerly ready to have his way with her.

There was just one problem with that since he was about to reveal a bit of information to her that was rather private, and shared rarely with anyone...his true feelings. Yes, Maharet deserved that after all the crap he put her through and should apologize for the way he had said he didn't care. Wondering if saying that he faked liking her into making sure that she would teach him Occlumency, but that really wouldn't go over well either. So he had to resort the only plan he knew, and then kissed her fully on the lips while keeping her arms still as he slowly pulled back. Looking into her eyes, and shaking his head softly...hair shaking with him as he did so.

Brown eyes ready to just spew forth with tears, but that wasn't the real look he was giving her. It was more or less pity he was looking down at her with, and Jacob really didn't want to do this as he soon started to pull away a little more. The evidence of contact down below leaving her groin as he kept himself composed for now, and wanted to resist any urges at the moment. "You're right, I was lying, but does that make you feel better? I can't stop thinking about you, no matter who I'm with, I don't know if that's bad or not, but for a beautiful goddess, I can think of nothing more than to defile your body once more," he said to her, referring to something that only she would comprehend probably due to her promiscuous nature.

Only time would tell, and if Maharet did take the time to dive in his mind, all that would be seen is just her...sexuality and sensuality combined. Nothing would be hidden from her eyes when he looked at her, except for of course the rest of his mind that was tucked hidden away in a corner safely locked up where she would never be able to touch it. Jacob had learned a lot and soon just made his mind incredibly clear...very boring...dreary to the point of suffocation it would feel like. Then an invasive force would kick out any intrusion in his mind, but when said visitor was kicked out, it would feel like a sharp aphrodisiac to their body as well as fear shaking their entire body as if that person would have died on the spot. Showing gratitude to the person that they had just invaded, but out of genuine pity had let them live. Although, for Maharet it would just be aroused senses.

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[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

She knew the risk that she ran in shoving him but at that moment she couldn’t care less. It wasn’t like Jacob hadn’t been rough with her before and she highly doubted that it would be the last time. Things had a way of getting out of hand when it came to them together. Maharet wasn’t surprised that her push didn’t have much effect of him physically. He barely moved and if it wasn’t for her sure footing Maggie might have fallen on top of him, hand simply slipping past his shoulder. However, that wasn’t the case. Instead she just felt extreme energy coming off of Jacob, sexual energy which Maharet was very familiar with.

Being pinned to the bed was mild compared to what Jacob was capable of doing to her, but her icy blue gaze showed no signs of fear, only anger. She had been in this position before, many times and it always ended the same way. As his lips crashed down onto hers Maggie felt herself kissing back, leaning up so that more of her passion could be laced within it. No matter how much she hated him at that moment she couldn’t deny how much she still wanted him sexually. Her body trembled underneath him having that urge for Jacob to take her. Maggie collapsed back on the bed when he pulled away staring up at him waiting impatiently for his next move.

That look that he gave her, that overly kind puppy dog eye expression of his that could make people spill their guts to him, though was very rare coming from the unsympathetic likes of Jacob Warrington. It didn’t make her feel better, not really. It was a small conciliation for what she really wanted from him. Maggie was mildly content with knowing that he had trouble dealing with his feelings for her. But she couldn’t tell if those feelings were only work of his sexual desires or if there was more behind it. On one hand she wanted it to be more and on the other she didn’t. Maharet was conflicted between it.

Not wanting to deal with the questions that came into her mind she decided to just get back down to business despite the fact that Jacob was still on top of her holding her down to the bed. Her mind was flooded with more images of hers. It proved that Jacob couldn’t stop thinking about her and by the way that she was consumed with that feeling of suffocation she got the sense that she drove Jacob crazy even. That was even better to know. She felt herself gasping for air, her body arching up toward his in her struggle before finally coming out back to the tangible Jacob. Her gaze searched his face for some explanation, confusion taking hold of her. Maharet was slipping in her composure, those feeling cropping back up. Maggie wiggled underneath of him struggling to get out of his grasp. She didn’t want to be here feeling these things that she did for him any more. It was cowardice to want to run away from her problems but this was different. Maharet wasn’t any good with feeling and of all the things that were supposed to be scary it was her own feelings that terrified her the most.

[JACOB CONWAY WARRINGTON]

Jacob was done with letting her delve into her mind and if she felt any semblance of heat radiating from her body it was sure to be met with some strange invasive shield that would just block her out completely now. Perhaps it was his way of saying she wasn't allowed to come in until she blocked off her thoughts completely and then he let her go after he trailed some kisses down towards her navel leaving at just right above her belt line to start the fire he was going to put out sooner or later. Jacob was glad that this was Maharet, and not someone else in fact. At least now he had to show her how much he meant to her, but even if he didn't let his feelings get in the way his protective attitude seemed to hold it's own.

Reaching into Pandora's box was like reaching into a jar full of cookies and setting off all the traps at once that were laid within. Whatever would happen here was sure to effect their lives later on in some manner he was going to regret as he then deemed Maharet one of his responsible charges. Jacob didn't like viewing her in any light, but his feelings for her were surely messing with her mind while she was telling him to get away from her. Smirking as he looked into her eyes, glad to know that he could cause so much confusion within her for a change, and this was merely one opportunity he was going to use to give her a taste of her own medicine too. "It's funny, I thought I forgot all about those feelings..or whatever they're called, but they keep creeping up on me. It will be very hard to forget you..at all," he uttered into her ear moving back up her body to continue whispering.

Obviously, Jacob was doing very well at playing the bad guy here, and his evil side was actually showing at the same time. Hoping Maharet was quite thoroughly enjoying the torture he was putting her through until finally he granted her relief as his hips made some rather nice rotations against her own. A natural reaction that most boys had when they saw a woman with barely any clothing on seemed to have worked it's way up again. Straining to press against her further, but unable since he was already rather close to feel her chest pushing up against him too. Looking down, a small grin placed itself along his lips as he let his teeth show during this smile.

"Mm...Maharet, you taste good, you're feeling tense, would you like to relax some?" he asked curiously as his hands started to do a playful light massage on her navel, and traveling up to just beneath her chest. Obviously intent on starting something now, and wanting her to make sure he knew that he was there to kindle any longing feelings she had. Jacob really just wanted her right now for what she was and to take her mind off of everything so that she'd forget what he had even just said to her.

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[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

She didn’t like being cut off from his mind. In her current position it was the only thing that she had been able to escape to when it came to this situation. At least in his mind she could be consumed with his thoughts and feelings than her own. It was a small relief but one nonetheless and Jacob was denying her of that now. Her gaze narrowed glaring daggers into his handsome face. She hated him right now in that moment. Maharet loved him but hated him for making her feel that way. It probably wasn’t real love, but it was the closest that Maggie had come in her entire life and the way that she had felt and was being forced to feel now was seductive.

Whether she was furious with him or not there was no denying that his kisses felt euphoric. Maharet’s skin burned from his touch, each place his lips had been left an internal mark on her craved there for Maggie to feel after the fact that he had long since been removed. She forcefully bit into her lower lip to contain any sound of enjoyment and thus approval of his actions not wanting to give him the satisfaction. It was good to know that she did stir up some feelings in him. ”Good,” Maharet hissed rising up off the bed as much as she could with him still pinning her to get just a little bit closer. ”I wouldn’t want to lessen your suffering.” If he had to feel when he didn’t want to then Jacob was in the same boat as she was.

Jacob’s more sinister side was starting to show and Maggie recognized it in spades. The way that his eyes gleamed, how his teeth flashed in his smile- Maharet shuddered though it was one of utter pleasure, which immediately she internally scolded herself for. He knew just how she ticked- not just how women were but her specifically and that bothered her too. The whole appeal of being her-detached and cold was so that people didn’t know her and yet Jacob knew her inner most thoughts and the way that she liked him most, exactly how to turn her on.

She didn’t even get in an answer before Jacob was caressing her naval and moving up teasingly. Maharet lulled her head to the side to avoid eye contact trying to stay mad at him. But with her anger could easily turn into sexual aggression and that just meant that Maggie was playing straight into his hands. She liked things on her terms. ”I have a better idea.” Turning to look back at him Maharet offered a sultry smile. ”Why don’t I make you relax some?” At least if she wasn’t pinioned in such a possessive manner they would be back on even playing field.

[JACOB CONWAY WARRINGTON]

Jacob was glad that Maharet had gotten his point when she had no access to him at all, but he had at least passed his test to keep anyone out. Olivia was prone to pry into his mind, but only at his behest now. Hiding memories would be easy particularly these ones that went into vague detail about his sexual encounters with Maharet. Even so, he let a tiny crack open up for Maharet to slip inside just to give her a glimpse of what he really thought of her, such a powerful figure. Giving her devil horns and wings making her look like a succubus with an enhanced version of herself depicting her as a goddess with the statue being immortalized in his mind in reverence to her. In fact, it was looking more and more like he was mocking her instead of praising until she saw him bowing before her within his mind.

That was what was preoccupying his mind if she dared try to enter his mind without his permission again just as he had hers recently to merely taunt at the downfall at the hands of Hector. Even if it wasn't Hector's fault, Jacob knew that her feelings were very edgy about that. Even as Maharet was now using her hands to explore various parts of Jacob's body he wasn't sure if he was intrigued at all by having her roaming over certain parts right now. Even if she was trying to get her minds off of the many things antagonizing her stressful life, and forgetting about feelings was her department, not Jacob's. Sure, he had his darker side, but he wasn't about to let her take control just yet.

Gripping her hands with his own as he looked up towards her, speaking in a more sinister voice as he was squeezing a little too hard on her frail bones. Almost attempting to break them just from squeezing but he let go after realizing his pressure might have hurt her too much by forcing her forward to him to kiss her on the lips once more to stop her from speaking. "Well then stop stalling and get to the moving, instead of talking," he commanded her, obviously a little irritated that she had even had to use words to talk to him. Now he was just acting, but he had enjoyed making her tremble a little with sexual frustration. Not letting her have the upper hand on him was always fun, and it was just the beginning.

Until she told him what she planned on doing and did just that relaxing underneath his hands as he laid back on the bed after climbing beneath her and around her. Just like he had planned as he merely let his eyes roam over her body slowly, and took in every voluptuous curve he could while then speaking to her again. "I'm guessing you've had tension that needed releasing for a while huh?" he asked her calmly, his voice not even sneering anymore, but a smug smile placed on his lips as if he knew what he was talking about.

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[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

Maharet did take the afforded opportunity to slip back in Jacob’s mind and take a little peek. She was both surprised and impressed by what she had seen. Maggie specifically liked the way that Jacob seemed to make her such an iconic figure, even if it was in the form of a sex symbol. She certainly didn’t hate him bowing down to this image of hers. It was accurate enough for her. Rosier was supposedly the patron demon of seduction and what better personification than a succubus, or so Maharet assumed that was the vision that he was projecting her as. A smile found its way onto her lips, which she immediately regretted. That was hardly any way to be hardened around him.

Despite Jacob’s depiction of her he wasn’t wielding to her in the least. That helped lessen her broad smile, but not nearly enough to satisfy her. It didn’t take Jacob long to seize her hands. His grip was vice-like constricting her with more pressure than was necessarily needed to subdue her. Despite best efforts Maharet withered beneath him buckling at the pressure he was applying. Sharp stabs of pain jolted down her arms the longer Jacob held onto her but before she could cry out, and thankfully, Jacob released her silencing any sound that had been threatening her a moment previous by a quick kiss.

Maggie had never been some submissive wench at another’s beckon call and Jacob demanding her to do anything triggered a natural defiant reaction from her. She didn’t care if he was irritated with her, in fact she relished in the idea of getting under his skin, pissing him off. It was well deserved regardless of the small penance he had shown with immortalizing her. She was still frustrated sexually though, that could only be hidden so well. No matter how stoic her expressions, with Jacob in such close proximities he could clearly feel how worked up she was.

Once he got off of her in favour of laying back on the bed Maharet sat up slowly only to crawl on top of Jacob. Pressing her torso against his her head raised letting her breath blow gently along his neck. ”Of course and it was taken care of by someone other than you.” Her hips rotated sensually letting out a sultry note of laughter. Jaedyn was useful for more than just procuring the material things that she desired. She didn’t know whether, after their agreement to just be friends, if Jacob still had that mentality of claiming her as his own, if so though Maggie bloody hoped it would cut into him knowing without a doubt that she hadn’t listened to him. Her lips grazed against his but didn’t give those smug smiling lips of his the satisfaction of tasting her.

[JACOB CONWAY WARRINGTON]

Jacob was merely smiling up to her as he said this and then shook his head softly waggling a finger towards her. "I'm sorry, what you do is up to you, so what were you hoping to accomplish?" he asked her , calmly cooling his rage that was surging up underneath his skin. There was that visible twitch to his eye when she had said that, but he kept his own to himself. Shaking his head softly, he grinned and then started laughing at that, but he soon spoke to her. Did she really think she'd save himself just for her as well since he knew what that meant to him. "You'd be surprised how willing girls are when all you bribe them with is fame and power, and then crush them by just telling them they were nothing...it's quite fun, although I'm sure you know that feeling," he said to her.

Soon he was pushing her onto the bed and being in control again, this time he had a purpose with being on top. Wand in his hand, and he wasn't about to let her use any sexual means of getting to him as he pointed it right at her face. This time he was rather serious as her seriously looked at her, but normally he wouldn't have forced himself within his mind. There was a keen edge behind that said stare he was giving her now and he was set on digging whatever information he could about himself. Like perhaps attempting to see what she -really- thought of him and hoped to catch a glimpse of it as he did this all within a split second without thinking about the consequences. In the meantime one hand had actually slipped past Maharet's defenses and slid towards a sweet spot. Mainly just above her back to stroke it softly up and down to weaken her defenses.

As far as Jacob was concerned, all they were doing at this point was perfecting Occlumency to the point where they could deny each other the pleasure. Jacob could actually now shut off parts of his mind to stop thinking with his lower half, and use his brain for a change. It was very dangerous to be in control of this when dealing with Jacob, but it was the risk Maharet had taken with him since starting all of this. Now she was an open book and he still knew what made her tick. Luckily, he didn't use any of that against her.

Fighting fair was obvious still on the field and then he removed his wand from his grasp for the time being as he kissed sensually on the lips pressing his body deeply into hers firmly pinning her down again. Then he rolled back over to let her have her way, while then speaking once more, "So, what shall it be, more hurt and despair or are we going to just stop talking to actually get on with this lesson among other things?" he asked her calmly, of course his voice was riddled with a hint of frustration at not having taken her already too. The first mistake around her was letting it out that he had enjoyed her telling him the fact she had been with someone else. Or maybe it was hers, "Did you feel attached to that person?" he added with a scowl attached to it just to anger her and test her.

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[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

Maggie was hoping to accomplish some form of torment inside of Jacob. He had made her feel and for that he simply had to pay, one way or another it was going to happen- she was determined for it to. Jacob was right about one thing though, what she did was up to her. No guy could ever tame her that wasn’t in the cards for her future and Maharet knew it. She recognized, faintly, the twitch in his eyes but didn’t comment on it. There were more important things at the moment than calling him a liar again that had already been established anyway. His smug claim about girls got the gears of her mind spinning frantically. Slowly a sly smile crept onto her lips, despite the dig he had just taken at her. She did know the feeling and hated that she did.

As her plan formulated in her head Maggie didn’t resist Jacob’s necessity to take control again and was flipped back onto the bed with him looming over top of him. Maharet was somewhere else at the moment though. She wanted to make him suffer, emotionally and mentally for what he had done to her. It hadn’t even been Jacob’s fault that she had felt something for him but rather than putting that mess on her Maggie happily laid the blame solely on Jacob. She needed to get back to her roots and being cruel and slick was the fastest and surest way to do that and it also had the potential of making her forget completely about Jacob. Even the mere thought of him though, now, made her mind turn to him.

She saw him as everything that she hated to love. He had made her a puppet to his whims pulling at her heartstrings and that brief moment when he had left her that note Maharet had felt like a marionette. She just slumped to pieces. If she had indeed felt love for Jacob then she had also felt heartbreak. It was her rage that had picked up the pieces and stitched her back together making her steel. And who said that anger was a negative emotion? As his wand rose to her face that was precisely what Jacob was about to view. But just as soon as he saw Maharet was slamming the door in his face harshly hopefully with enough conviction to throw him back and out of her mind completely. If she was going to be closed off then damn right he would be too. It was the first time that Maggie had blocked him off so thoroughly though and that felt good. But with the strategic placement of his hands the door cracked to allow Jacob to slip back in. Maggie was just glad that in different circumstances, primarily other people who might try to use Legimens on her, they wouldn’t have the same advantages that Jacob did.

His kiss was electric and that fire sexual fire inside of her was rekindled by it as Maharet kissed back fiercely. Feeling Jacob’s body removed from hers allowed her a moment to think clearly again. Getting on with the lesson was one option but she had worked out the details of her plan by that point and was ready to lay it on Jacob instead. As nice as it would have been to just ravish him and be done with it Maggie knew that if she didn’t get it out now she would be too caught up in them to reveal it later. She was cut short however by his bitter question, which made her giggle amused with that surly scowl of his. ”Other than sexually, no. He’s good to me for more than that though.” Jaedyn was a friend, a lover, and a provider- it was nice to have someone like him at her disposal.

Not wanting to put it off any longer Maharet leaned over pressing her body against Jacob’s side as her hand tenderly caressed his chest. ”You talk a tough game what with your view of girls being so petty as to be bribed with fame and power, but I do wonder if you’re...” Pulling Jacob out of the wood works to indulge in her mind games did have immense appeal to Maharet. She wanted to twist him and goad him into doing trivial tasks that would test his skill while keeping him away from Olivia at the same time, diverting his attention to proving his worth. Pressing herself slightly closer Maggie’s lips brushed against his neck letting her breath blow sensually there. ” man enough for a little wager I had in mind.”

[JACOB CONWAY WARRINGTON]

Jacob was merely curious with the way Maharet was reacting to his every move, but he had to use caution now when she had said this. Even if she was making a wager, and used those words like that he wasn't about to jump into this without making a pre-cautionary bet of course. Yes, this was foolish, but the only thing he could really think of to counter it was some way to actually get her off of the subject in some haphazard way. "I only place bets if I know I have a chance of winning, I'm afraid, just like you probably do, but out of being a good sport I might indulge in this silly game. As childish as it is to place dares upon one another," he cautioned her, but he wasn't even hinting at what he might do if he lost.

Jacob knew that she was thinking he wouldn't even bother using spells on her since he 'trusted' her, but that was only to use her for the occlumency lessons and her body. Nothing further that required him to use feelings, but bringing up Hector would have been a bad idea again with the way she wanted to avoid the subject altogether. Now he had to be careful on what ground he was treading on, however, even if he was being cautious about it didn't mean he was going through with it. She had to realize he wasn't just going to give up everything on one little wager she wished to give him. Raising an eyebrow to look at her as she was pressing her whole body to him again, and that was rather enticing yet he resisted for a change.

Now it was his turn to deny her the pleasure and tell her that he wasn't interested. A nagging in the back of his mind told him to listen to himself in stopping this senseless wager realizing he had said the wrong thing. "Hmm...suppose I shouldn't have said any girl, a lot of them would prove to be an incredible challenge I'm afraid, I just happen to have some leverage with some," he said to her.

Of course if he really wanted to play games he would have just inserted memories on their own to make it imaginary and little did she know he could probably do that too. After all, that was how Hugo couldn't remember what had happened to him in the hall way when he had used the Imperio curse on him. Nothing like breaking a person's arm via a curse, and now here he was talking to Maharet. Thoughts of torturing her were imminent, but doused out as he crossed his arms slightly. A serious look on his face that said he wasn't in the mood anymore, and probably had ruined her chance with him for anything on a sexual level.

Although even with her body pressing against her, he'd have to be a fool not to indulge a little as he let his hands travel along her torso in a very persuasive manner. Mainly to lift her shirt up slowly, but that was it as he let it rest just below her chest teasingly. "Now what was it you're willing to wager, if you think I can't handle it, I probably could...just be warned, I'll be returning said wager right you're way," he smirked.

Jacob had an infinite list of possibilities on where this was headed, and it didn't look good for either of them. Thinking she was going to do something that would make him loathe her, but at the same time might intrigue him.

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[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

It was true; Maharet didn’t make bets that she didn’t intend on winning and what she had in mind was more in her favour than it was in his. Besides that there were matters to attend to. Maggie was all about planning and subtly. Where Jacob might have saw her dare as nothing more than a childish game he was incredibly wrong, that didn’t bother her though. Jacob being mistaken made things so much easier to accomplish what she wanted. Retribution- vengeance needed to be extracted from the boy. Making him hate her might prove to help Maharet get her mind off him completely. Maybe she could get back to hating him too if it was the case.

She ignored his warning knowing full well that he would indulge in her bet because how could he not? What she had in mind would definitely be a challenge for him and that was precisely the point. ”You’re afraid?” Maggie harped giving him an amused look. ”Surely that leverage of yours can work on any girl given a little bit of adaption.” Her fingertips tenderly caressed his chest idly. That look that crossed Jacob’s face, the one that was to indicate his interest in her had been lost didn’t concern her. She knew it would come back to him before she left his company.

Maggie made a small sound of pleasure as his hand drifted up her stomach resting just below her bust. The warmth of his hand seeping into her skin felt lovely but Maharet wasn’t going to cave. She had an agenda to stick to after all. All respect would have been lost for Jacob if he hadn’t mentioned returning the wager. Maggie was far too confident in her own abilities, not to mention to weak will of men, to think even remotely that she would lose the bet. The wager was simple, but horrid for the person that lost. ”Loser is indebted to the other,” She pulled away from him letting her voice fade away as she did getting up off the bed to cross the room. ”For whatever they want.” Having that much unheeded power over the other was very seductive. She imagined it would be for Jacob too.

Perching herself on the edge of the table adjacent the bed, Maharet crossed one long leg over the other setting her fiery, lustful gaze on him. ”I want you to seduce and deflower sweet little Poppy Longbottom.” Her tone dripped with that breathy allure of arousal. She positively loved the idea of watching him fail. Leaning forward to give him a good shot down her cleavage her head titled slightly to the side and she sucked in her lower lip letting a row of teeth run over it sensually. Jacob was going to have to come to her or miss out.

[JACOB CONWAY WARRINGTON]

All nine corners of Jacob's brain were telling him to back out of this deal since she was a master seductress, but he kept to his own since she obviously didn't know ho well-employed he could when delivering the retribution. Suddenly he thought of a Ravenclaw that she might have a little trouble with, and figured that this was the perfect opportunity to actually get it out in the open finally. "I wonder, James Potter, would be a very very cruel punishment for you to go after wouldn't it? I would love to see you squirming each time you even tried talking to him not that he'd give you the time anyways. All he's doing is dating Natalia, but I think Caleb Bludd is right up your alley," he commented to her, smirking softly. Sensual as it was, he knew that Caleb had a shy streak.

Not that he monitored every student at the school, but watching him in classes had been enough. The boy usually shied away from too much activity and was glad that Maharet was going to go through with this for a change. Jacob had indeed chosen a target that she'd have a little trouble at first with just like he would. Now, he wasn't planning on cheating, but a part of him was going to do what she did to him. Using that play on words, she didn't specifically say that it was -him- that had to deflower her. Just telling someone else to do it for him would count, but he let those thoughts collide as he realized she could have peered in at any moment.

Making sure the wall was up now that he knew how, and kept her out completely. Tempted to let her view his thoughts on Olivia, but she wouldn't get far on that agenda since he had locked those memories sealed tight. It was time for him to start being more secretive from Maharet, and he'd start drifting further away. Perhaps this was just her way of saying she didn't want him to leave her side honestly, but still he saw it in that light no less. "First things first though, I'll only accept the deal if you manage to do something...incredibly lovely for me right now?" he asked her.

This time he wasn't going to waste any time as he kissed her lips sensually and then let his hands trail up along her bust just a little. Loving the way her cleavage literally was tempting to jump out at him while pressing a nice little surprise down below into her as he pulled her up on top of him on to the bed letting his tongue trail across her full lips for entrance.

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[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

Natalia never had been and never would be competition in Maggie’s eyes. However she didn’t boast thinking that if she were to it would only succeed in encouraging Jacob to stick with his original choice. Maharet loathed the Potters and Weasleys, especially that pompous prat James. It was hard enough offering a small smile in passing to the lot of them but to be burdened with seducing the worst of the bunch? That was definitely cruel. Maybe Maggie would have called off the entire thing if not for Jacob changing his mind to Caleb. She didn’t know him on a personal level having not been a person of interest to her in the past. He was the type of person that could easily fade into the background and Maharet had a sneaking suspicion that the boy liked it like that. However, with him being in her own house and year, which would afford her plenty of opportunity to make an advance on him. Drumming her fingers on the table she sat on Maharet though it over. ”Alright, you’ve got yourself a deal.”

It would have been nice to take a peek inside Jacob’s mind and find out what he was planning, but, not that it was her strong point but, Maharet wasn’t going to play dirty on this round. How sporting would it have really been if she sought out insight or cheated her way through the bet? Maybe she should have laid down some clear ground rules like no love potions or other means of altercation but at the time Maggie felt as though it was obvious. It was a challenge of skill and cunning not underhanded trickery. Besides she wanted her inevitable victory to be all that much more sweet when it was completed without any other aid than her prowess of manipulation and physical attributes.

She couldn’t help but to laugh. That void of losing interest in her sexual had been shorter lived than she would have thought it would be under the circumstances. If Jacob couldn’t resist, Caleb was going to be a cakewalk. What Maggie really should have been focusing her energies on was coming up with dozens of things she was going to make him do for her when he lost the bet. Jacob was on her in an instant meshing his lips to her as his hand moved up her body. A delicate sound of pleasure moaned against Jacob’s lips as he pressed himself up against her- Maharet’s legs immediately wrapped around his waist and just in time for Jacob to move over to the bed without skipping a beat.

Feeling his tongue glide across her lips Maggie parted them slightly to allow him entrance. Her hips rotated against him while her hands ventured down to the hem of his shirt slowly pushing it up letting her nails scratch against his toned stomach, clawing at him lustfully. Her tongue came out to meet Jacob’s coiling around his, massaging it. Flicking her tongue upward Maharet gently grazed the roof of his mouth, the touch so feather-light that it should tickle, before fighting his tongue again for dominance.

[JACOB CONWAY WARRINGTON]

"I may have been too harsh, it really is hard to tame such a wild beauty as yourself, Maggie, now shall we?" he asked calmly as he soon just basically dove with her onto the bed merely starting to place kisses all over her neck. Letting his teeth drag softly in the throes of passion in an effort to make her thing he was going to bite her just like a vampire would. Jacob's darker side wasn't present at all for now, but he would let it out just to get her squirming beneath him before. Just like putty in his hands, and she was going to be molded the way he wanted. Already doing his dirty work by helping him learn Occlumency and he could easily just leave her on her own without helping her further. Jacob knew that would backfire, but the two of them knew a bit more about the other than anyone else in the entire world knew.

Well, Jacob's mind was an open book for only one other person, but that's only cause he allowed her to peer within. Getting those thoughts out of his head, and finally forgetting about the fact he should be coming up with a plan on how to get Poppy Longbottom to trust him in return. Jacob did have his ways and he would have to study the girls eating habits first. Along with how she reacted to playful flirting even if he even wanted a chance with her, and then there was the whole Hufflepuff table that would warn him away from her.

Lyra would definitely be a problem, but that was it, he had to get Poppy alone somehow. A chocolate frog on a string? No, that would be cruel but Jacob would be laughing the entire time. Too cruel indeed, and soon he was focused back on Maharet again this time just toying with her feelings on purpose, "You know, I don't think I'll be able to go back to the way we were, I think we could still just use each other's bodies just for our own pleasure," he commented to her. Getting addicted to her was definitely not going to be good for his reputation even as one of the 'evil trio' as they put it. The school knew them as that, but Jacob's true identity lay within underneath to all.

Even Maharet didn't really know what he had planned for other students, but that would be revealed in time. One hand slid against Maggie's thighs, and the other was already starting to lift her top off as things were heating up finally. Rotating his hips into her own causing delicious friction between the two of them and soon he was off in to a world of bliss. Moaning softly through his parted lips as his tongue greeted hers and tugged her own back into her mouth playfully.

Lost in her touches and letting her take off his shirt he had pulled away briefly only to divulge right into the kiss as his hard abs glistened from the light in the room that suddenly went dim to black when Jacob used his wands to cause the lights to flicker like that. Settling it down on the side table, he returned his attentions back to Maharet's body giving her a lot of finger-light touches just to leave excitable tingles along her body.

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[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

She wasn’t sure if Jacob was being condescending in his admittance or not but at the moment she couldn’t bring herself to care. The fact of the matter was that Jacob had admitted it and that was plenty enough for Maggie. With just a look her confirmation had been given and the bed bounced to accommodate the both of them as Jacob dropped them on it. Having felt what it was like to be bitten by the real thing Maharet wasn’t scared of Jacob. A small moan did escape her lips however, writhing beneath him at the chill that he had sent down her spine from the sensual gesture. It wasn’t so much the action as the person doing it that made Maggie melt. There were still lingering feelings that she hadn’t yet gotten under control, but that was only a brief issue and one that Maharet wasn’t all too concerned with dealing with right away. Indulging in them first was a priority.

Her strategy for Caleb was still in the works. Maggie didn’t like to jump into things without first knowing a thing or two about her opponent. To her this bet of theirs was nothing more than another game to play. She had to chose her moves, think three steps ahead, make sure her offense was just as good as her defense and play the field to her advantage. The shy boy wouldn’t be as easy to manipulate as some others would have been but Maggie was sure given some time she would be able to figure out what made him tick. Once she did that she would be golden and Jacob would be indebted to her.

Maharet was a bit surprised with Jacob. Where normally Maggie would have immediately assumed that he had just fallen for her charm like so many others before him she had seen inside his mind. Maharet knew how Jacob worked. That devious of his that she loved- no respected so much. It was possible to still use each other for what he wanted, Maggie was bound and determined to make sure she wouldn’t have any more of those pesky feelings pop up to ruin a perfectly good arrangement. ”You can have me whenever I want.” Maggie set up her terms for what he proposed. ”It still has to be discrete.” She added for good measure. Even if she wasn’t with Hector any more it didn’t do her reputation any good to have people know that she and Jacob were intimate together.

No matter how pissed off or how much she loathed Jacob at any given time it was always undeniable that his touch was incredible. The warmth of his hand set her skin on fire wanting more every time. As it moved up her thigh Maggie’s back arched pushing herself up against him once her shirt was raised up high enough to slip off over her head. Her moans mixed and blended with his, massaging her lips against his, letting her hands roam over his back and shoulders only to go back to those delicious abs of his again. With the lights dimming and then fading to black a smile lit up her lips pleased that Jacob couldn’t see it.