The Serpent and the Lion
Dec 19, 2014 20:13:21 GMT
Post by Scorpius Malfoy on Dec 19, 2014 20:13:21 GMT
Scorpius had just emerged from the dungeons, having just come from a grueling double potions class and headed to the Great Hall for supper when he spotted a familiar head of fiery, red hair amongst the sea of shuffling students. Scorpius had been impressed by Rose Weasley's boldness with him in the courtyard a few days prior and had longed for more of her lips like a hunger he could not fully satisfy, always raging a war within him.
The blond eagle slyly stalked up to his prey who was walking alone without any of her insufferable family around and snaked a strong arm around her waist, hot breathe against her ear as his whispered, "It's me."
His voice was smooth as silk as not to alarm her despite his forcefulness having practically dragged her swiftly into a nearby broom cupboard to grant them both more privacy from their peckish peers.
Scorpius cast 'Lumos' to illuminate the dark, cramped space, his silvery orbs locked with a pair of crystal, blue ones, bright as the sky in August. He smirked in amusement at her slightly disheveled appearance from him having quite literally abducted her and let out a soft chuckle as he quietly confessed, "You have brilliant timing, you know that? I was just daydreaming of you and then there you were, so close and very much alone, making acquiring you for myself all the more easier." He informed her in a low hiss, tenderly brushing back a stray lock of her ginger hair, his cool fingertips, smooth from having everything handed to him, brushing in a featherlight touch against her temple. His steely eyes softened ever so slightly at the sight of the haughty witch who had consumed his dreams for days and he continued to smirk, anticipating a flustered and angry response out of the Gryffindor, most likely irritated by his roughness and having made her seem so vulnerable. Gryffindors, like Slytherins, didn't like to feel weak.
Rose Weasley
The blond eagle slyly stalked up to his prey who was walking alone without any of her insufferable family around and snaked a strong arm around her waist, hot breathe against her ear as his whispered, "It's me."
His voice was smooth as silk as not to alarm her despite his forcefulness having practically dragged her swiftly into a nearby broom cupboard to grant them both more privacy from their peckish peers.
Scorpius cast 'Lumos' to illuminate the dark, cramped space, his silvery orbs locked with a pair of crystal, blue ones, bright as the sky in August. He smirked in amusement at her slightly disheveled appearance from him having quite literally abducted her and let out a soft chuckle as he quietly confessed, "You have brilliant timing, you know that? I was just daydreaming of you and then there you were, so close and very much alone, making acquiring you for myself all the more easier." He informed her in a low hiss, tenderly brushing back a stray lock of her ginger hair, his cool fingertips, smooth from having everything handed to him, brushing in a featherlight touch against her temple. His steely eyes softened ever so slightly at the sight of the haughty witch who had consumed his dreams for days and he continued to smirk, anticipating a flustered and angry response out of the Gryffindor, most likely irritated by his roughness and having made her seem so vulnerable. Gryffindors, like Slytherins, didn't like to feel weak.
Rose Weasley
