Look What the Cat Dragged In ((Julius)) (PG-13)

[Seana Melling S7]

(Another thread I should mark as PG-13 due to sexual content and adult themes. Don't read any further if you are offended by such eluding comments.)

Seana Melling smirked over at her sister. Shanna was telling her a colourful story about a second year Gryffindor that had decided to attempt a curse on her sister. “Is this that girl we locked in classroom eleven her first year?” Seana asked in amusement. Sure enough it was that exact girl, which brought Seana to fits of laughter. The two girls were walking arm in arm down the corridor of the third floor. Any stray students walking down the hall at that time were making sure to steer clear of them. It was nice to have a reputation as the dangerous twins…as opposed to the prankster twins like that Fred and George Weasley. They did quite enjoy their reputation that was for sure.

Shanna stopped short just outside of Professor Hardy’s office. Seana shook her head. “I can’t believe you got caught…you know better than to do that in the open,” she said with a small smile as she patted her sisters hand. ”Come on Seana…you would have done the same had you been me. Maybe someday you will be,” Shanna grinned before pecking her sister on the cheek and slipping into the office to do her detention. Seana merely smirked at her sister’s form before turning her eyes onto the empty corridor. Now what was she supposed to do for the next few hours. Landon was out flying at the moment and wouldn’t be back in for at least another half hour. That meant she was going to have to entertain herself.

Seana yawned at the prospect as she turned and started back toward the stairs. Fingers wrapped around the wood handle of her wand as she pulled it out of her robes, spinning it in her hands as she eyed some of the younger students scurrying to get out of her way. One of them looked like they’d make a perfect specimen for her latest learned curse…but just as she was to flick her wand in their direction her eyes spotted a far more entertaining opponent…a 7th year Gryffindor. “Well look what the cat dragged in,” she said with amusement, her form stopping dead in his path so he couldn’t continue past her. “Julius Lionheart…it’s always a pleasure to see you.”

[Julius Lionheart]

Standing next to his four-poster bed, Julius plopped down, sprawling out on the bed in tired relaxation. It had been an exhausting day to say the least. Transfiguration, Potions, Care of Magical Creatures, and Charms all in one day, it would have been enough to make most students break into mad bits of laughter. Julius however had taken all of the classes in stride, but even his endurance had begun to run low when he had received news that he had Quidditch practice that night. Really it was a good thing, to just fly, but the day had drained a lot of his usual energy out of him. He still had that amused, happy look on his face that he usually had, but something was missing. It hit him then, he needed to pull a prank or maybe get into an argument like the ones he used to have with Dawn, that would deffinately lift his spirit up and revive some of that excessive energy of his.

Swinging his legs over the side of his bed, he stood up. Quickly changing into his Quidditch robes, he made his way out of the dormitories. Practice wasn't for another few hours, but he didn't want to have to look for his clothes when the time actually came. He quickly checked his pockets to make sure he hadn't forgotten his wand, remembering that some of the Slytherin's would like to get back at the person who had pulled so many pranks on them. Thinking of his past pranks made him smile, reviving him ever so slightly. His latest prank had been the permanent sticking charm he had done to the Slytherin's benches, which had gone off without a hitch. He had even heard that an girl had ripped her robes on them as she had tried to get up. His spirits somewhat elevated, he continued out of the Gryffindor common room, through the portrait hole, and down through the castle.

As he walked, he went over the work he had done today, with satisfactory remembrance. It had been hardwork, but the rewards had been great. He now had a few more nonverbal spells at his disposal, and had learned how to make the potion for euphoria. He reached the third foor, still lost in his thoughts. He proceeded down the hallway of the third floor, but stopped when someone else had stopped in front of him. Looking up, shaken out of his reverie, he saw none other than the girl whose robe had been ripped, Seana Melling, a fellow seventh year, but Slytherin none-the-less. Seeing her brought a smile to his face he had to admit. She was pretty, but she did have that irrevocable personality fit for the most ardent of Slytherins. His smile still on his face, he looked her in the eyes and said " Well if it isn't Seana Melling, always a pleasure to see you as well.'' He wondered at her, for her wand was out, and that usually wasn't a good thing. Yet, she hadn't jinxed him, so perhaps she was here for something else. He placed his hands in his pockets, as if he were at complete ease, but his left hand closed around his wand. " What brings you here on this most tiring of das?" he asked in his politely amused voice.

[Seana Melling S7]

Seana smiled in delight at his greeting. Her cold eyes sparkling with enjoyment. What she wouldn’t give to have Shanna there with her right then. Her sister would have wiped the amused tone from his voice, but Seana on the other hand quite enjoyed it. Unlike her sister she felt that all pureblood wizards had an opportunity to redeem themselves and chose purity over mudbloods. She tapped her wand against her hand lightly, knowing without a doubt that he was probably holding his. Even if it appeared as he was just being causal Seana didn’t underestimate him…after all his parents were well known aurors…no doubt they had taught him to never let his guard down, but Seana had no intention of hexing him…not yet anyhow.

“Escorting my dear twin sister to detention. Seemed she got caught for hexing some second year in your house. Rather unfortunate if you ask me. She wasn’t doing anything wrong,” Seana smirked as her eyes roamed over his figure… “You’re looking good as always. Tell me, when are you going to renounce your blood-traitor’s ways and join the good fight against mudbloods? You know how much we’d love to have you on our side.” Seana took a couple more steps, closing the distance between them, her brown eyes locked on his as she flipped her hair back out of her face. Her voice was low and husky…the perfect combination of sexy and dangerous…a quality both her and her sister shared. It was a good thing Landon was off practicing or she’d have some explaining to do.

[Julius Lionheart]

A flicker of anger went through him at the mention of what her sister did to his fellow house member. He saw her move, and it was with great difficulty that he restrained himself as she stepped nearer to him. She truly was voluptuous, and the urge to just entangle himself within her arms was struggling with his wariness. What her sister did, he couldn't blame her for, yet she had just called some of his friends mudbloods. If being a blood traitor meant being friends with his fellow classmates, then he most assuredly was. If he had to choose pure hatred over a possibility of finding true love, he would choose love. It was with an awesome push of the mind that the wariness won the battle of urges.

A sigh escaped his lips as he stared at Seana. "Your as beautiful as ever Seana, but I must decline your offer. I try not to let an ancient hate blur my vision of the world around me." he said with the same tone as before. He had really only met one Slytherin who hadn't proclaimed the hatred that almost every Slytherin had. He managed to smile at Seana, a whole hearted smile, and said, "Why don't you give up past prejudices? Your life would be a lot better without such deep seated dislike in your life."

[Seana Melling S7]

Seana watched with amusement as she caught the quick sign of anger flash through his face. It was all that she could ask for. It seemed like it was Seana’s soul mission in life to anger those who thought they were righteous. She smirked at him as she playfully twisted a finger into her brown hair before flipping it back over her shoulder. Seana knew what she was doing…knew what this would do to any man and that’s what she wanted. She wanted Julius to be on the edge because when men were on the edge they were so much more fun to play with.

Seana smiled slyly at Julius before laughing. “Deep seated dislike? Why Mr. Lionheart I would have never imagined you to be the one to ‘save’ me from my sinner ways. But maybe you’re right…all these feelings and thoughts of hate are hindering me. I should give up my prejudices. I should become a better person,” the words weren’t even sarcastic as she said them, though the smirk that showed upon her face at the end of her speech was enough to tell Julius that she wasn’t serious. “Come on…what do you take me for? Some Gryffindor like yourself? You’re a pureblood; you should start acting like one before someone gets it in his or her right mind to continue what was started centuries ago and purify our world, the way it should have been. Someone like you should be able to see that, can’t you?” Seana grinned as she ran one finger lightly down his chest.

[Julius Lionheart]

This was what he had been missing, Julius realized with a jolt. It had felt like forever since he had last had any kind of confrontation with a Slytherin 'Queen' as some called themselves. Maybe Seana didn't call herself that, but she seemed exactly the type. Beautiful, arrogant, seductive, and cunning; all a bad combination when the wrong person comes along. Julius didn't know whether Seana was the wrong person for the combination or not, but she was deffinately an expert at using each of her devices.

The fact that Julius tended to go for the 'bad girl' was perhaps a hindrance when dealing with a girl such as Seana, but never-the-less, he had to at least try. He heard her speak, and at first it seemed her words were somewhat real, but the smile afterwards only showed how wrong that would be to assume she wanted to change her ways, for now. He had always wondered why it was that some purebloods insisted on disliking muggle-borns. They were no different than purebloods, in fact, he was working on an article he hoped would be published in the paper debating this exact issue.

A ghost of a grin hid on Julius face as she ran her finger down his chest. He was having fun, and it showed on his face as he answered Seana, " Ha, I'm not just some Slytherin who chooses to dislike someone just because of their blood. If someone really did get something like that in their mind, I think they might find that they would be strongly opposed." His voice held that natural confidence that he usualy had. " This may sound odd to you, but not everyone hates muggle-borns, but I do recall that a lot of people seem to despise the Slytherins of their generation."

[Seana Melling S7]

Seana was enjoying herself that was for certain. It had been too long since she’d had a confrontation like this with a Gryffindor and definitely been too long since she’d had this sort of fun. She liked playing with Julius and he seemed to be just as enthused to play her game, as she was to play it. Not many played as well as she would like them to, but Julius wasn’t too bad…maybe he’d bring some challenge to the table that Seana would find even more enjoyable.

“Most people just don’t want to admit that mudbloods aren’t as good as purebloods. They’re too afraid of being labeled one of the ‘bad guys’…but really…” Seana said as she walked a circle around Julius, her hand sliding up one shoulder and then down the other as she came back around to face him… “We’re not the bad guys Lionheart. We’re the good guys, the honest, and the righteous. We don’t pretend to be perfect and we don’t pretend to not have a problem with the fact that some muggle born has taken away a space in our world because they supposedly have more talent. It’s a lie that we keep telling ourselves and I’m done pretending.”

Seana grinned as she stepped very close to him, her voice in a mere whisper. “Are you afraid? Afraid that I might be right…deep down? How would your blood-betraying parents feel if you believed as I did? Would that make them angry? Or better yet…what if one day you have to kill me for my beliefs? How would you feel about that? Would you miss me?” Seana asked this last question in a soft, sad voice, her bottom lip pulling out in a pout as she batted her eyes at Julius. This was definitely a game she was interested in playing today. Oh how she’d missed this.

[Julius Lionheart]

As her hand slid over his shoulders, he felt that familiar thrill of exitement that girls like Seana always seemed to cause in him. It was with mounting enthusiasm that he absorbed every word that she had to say. It was true, he reflected, that the Slytherin's did not hide their contempt, but that didn't make it right. Muggleborns taking up someones space? It was an odd thought, wasn't it usually the better wizard or witch who tended to stick out in class or when up for a job? Weren't he and others like him the 'bad guys' to those who wished Muggleborns gone, just as they were the 'bad guys' to his brood? These questions were on the verge of his tongue, but he did not voice them aloud, he rather allowed Seana to continue her train of thought.

He smiled in return as she stepped closely to him. Her words were a whisper, which only made him listen harder to them. This is of course what she wanted, for it was the usual play by any woman, the whisper to make sure you listen. Her words were quite adept in reasoning. What if he had believed the words she professed? He knew that he didn't, but it didn't hurt to ponder such a theory. His parents wouldn't hate him, but they would deffinately have some form of contempt for those beliefs.

His eyes showed what he thought of having to possibly kill her. They were stricken with mixed emotions of desire, sadness, and fiery anger. He looked at her face, and saw the poouting lip, the batting eyelashes, and suddenly inspiration struck him. Deciding that he could play her game of physical activity he stepped closer to her, placing his hands on her hips, an confident expression on his face. He leaned over, and whispered into her ear, " I could never kill you, maybe apprehend you, but never kill. Your beauty would be to greatly missed by all of mankind." pausing shortly, he continued, '' Maybe it's you that secretly believes in the things that I speak of, afraid that the rest of your friends would hate you for it."

[Seana Melling S7]

Seana couldn’t help the smirk on her face when she realized he was hanging on her every word. What a poor boy he was to be listening like he was…but then again maybe he would hear reason in her words and turn a new leaf. Now that would be something interesting to see…a Gryffindor with pureblood beliefs. That didn’t happen everyday…yet if it did it would certainly make her day. Hell…that would probably just make her year. Yes, that would be great.

Unfortunately for Seana she didn’t see that happening today with Julius Lionheart. His eyes clearly showing that he could care less for what she was saying. It was still quite entertaining to her though. Her fingers playing across his chest…pulling lightly at his Quidditch robes in order to distract him a little more…cause him to have a little more clouded of a mind as he mulled over her words and ideas.

Then it was his turn and Seana couldn’t stop the grin as his hands found her hips. It was exactly what she had wanted. Now she had him in the midst of her game. Oh how the game was getting even more interesting now that he was playing along. How far would it go though? Surely not as far as it had with one of her fellow Slytherins in the courtyard the other day? But then again if it did then what of it? She would enjoy it nonetheless.

With a smirk on her face, his words still ringing in her ear her hand came up, tracing his jaw line. “Since when have I ever cared what my friends…or anyone for that matter…think of me?” Seana said in a husky voice, her lips almost touching his as she her leg moved forward, rubbing against his own leg. “Then again, maybe I do believe that mudbloods deserve to learn magic…so in my earnest to deny it I curse every mudblood I see. Not very nice of me…I think that means I need to be punished.” Her tone was soft and had a vast amount of amusement in it as she ran her hand from his jaw down his chest, to flit across his abdomen.

[Julius Lionheart]

His pulse fastened, the blood pumping through his veins at a speed that suggested his own boyish temptations taking over. It had trully been a long time since he had been in any situation that remotely resembled the one he was in now. He didn't want it to stop though. To just stop would end the aching pleasure he was feeling, which was something he just couldn't do, not when he had only just found it again. Still it was a battle of will wasn't it, he had to win didn't he? He grinned despite his thoughts, the sultry tactics that Seana employed were enough to make anyone, anyone, play the game she so obviously loved.

He realized though that he didn't care about winning anything at this moment. This game was only a game, however Seana was very real, and very enticing. Something hovered in his mind, something that seemed to need to be remembered. She was currently seeing someone, wasn't she, Landon something or another. Maybe this meant she wasn't willing to go as far as he had first thought. He could push, testing the boundaries of her resolve.

He felt her hand on his jaw, tracing it, and he suppressed the shudder of excitement that wanted to run through his body. She was saying something, or she had said something, but it didn't ring in his mind. All that caught his attention was her mouth being so close to his, her leg against his. He couldn't suppress the excitement rippling through his body this time. He heard the next bit of what she had to say, but very half heartedly, and some it didn't quite connect in his mind, what was a mudblood again? The one thing that did connect was something about her needing to be punished....oh he would love to punish her, but not with the usual methods. As her hand went down his chest and accross his abdomen, he did the only thing that came to mind, something his own animal urges made him do. Placing a hand on her butt and another on her back, he picked her up and kissed her passionately and softly. His mind screamed at him not to do it, but he was beyond thinking, not even caring what her reaction would be. Only one thing had stayed in his mind, he had to have her now.

[Seana Melling S7]

Seana knew the minute she had won, the minute when his resolve broke. It was something that she enjoyed more than she probably should have. Breaking a man, wearing down his strong resolve was all that mattered to her. Her dark brown orbs were unable to hide the amusement that twinkled out of them as his hands pulled her into him. Her small petite frame was easy to lift, move, throw…tame…anything you could possibly imagine. Flexibility and nimbleness were two things that had always come easy to Seana and right then it came even easier. Legs wrapped around him, not bothering to fight him, knowing that the only way to stop what was to come was if he fought against the desire and stopped it himself. Seana was one of those girls that always finished what she started…no matter the cost.

Arms slipped around his neck, lips meeting his as she held on to him, the amusement draining from her body, replaced with something a little more dangerous. Desire and need burned her like fire and she smirked as she briefly pulled away from his lips, her fingers brushing circles across the back of his neck under his hair. “Tell me Lionheart…do you expect me to just give in to you right out here in the middle of the corridor, or do you have some place a little more private in mind?” she asked, the huskiness in her voice was almost the sound of a moan as she spoke. Her mind was clouded with the game she had began…her intention to finish it very clear and as such she tightened her hold on him as she kissed his lips, then planted a string of kisses across his jaw line.

((yeah it's short, but at least you got it))