Irreplaceable ((Tiernan)) [PG-13]

[Dakota Fox S6]

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You must not know 'bout me, you must not know 'bout me.
I can have another you in a minute. Matter fact, he'll be here in a minute.
You must not know 'bout me, you must not know 'bout me.
I can have another you by tomorrow, so don't you ever for a second get to thinkin' you're irreplaceable.
-- Irreplaceable, Beyonce

Dakota giggled and took his hand in hers, tugging insistently, demandingly. "Come on," she whispered in a seductive tone of voice. "I'm bored. Entertain me?" His mirroring grin told her the answer she had been looking for. He let her pull him away from the Slytherin table, where their 'friends' (Dakota snorted at such a notion) were still gathered, chatting noisily over dinner.
"Oi, Miss Fox, where're you going?" one boy yelled after her. "Aren't you going to stay and chat with us?"
Dakota turned and gave the Sixth Year an amused, arrogant smile. "You all bore me. I'm going to find something more entertaining. Catch you later, darlings." With a wide grin and a tiny wave, she towed her man out of the Great Hall. Once outside, she let go of Tiernan's hand and instead wrapped her entire arm round his, pulling his side close to hers as they ascended the stairs. "Some men are just so boring," Dakota complained loudly to her companion.

They found an empty classroom. After closing the door Dakota snuggled onto Tiernan's lap, arms encircling his neck. "How is my favourite boy?" she purred seductively, her fingers brushing the nape of his neck where his short hair ended. She had almost said 'toy' rather than 'boy' because they were more tools than men, really - especially to Dakota. But calling her toys - especially Tiernan - a toy was not going to do her any favours. Dakota was more than willing to provide a weak, easy image of herself if it meant she could use people. Tiernan didn't hold any particular use, though. Sure, he was from a wealthy pureblood family and that of course had its obvious advantages; but those sorts of men were everywhere. Dakota could think of a few from Seventh Year: Pryo Blackfire, Cyrus Thorn, Julian Fallon. They were household names in the Fox family, so Dakota was fluent in their every move. Tiernan was not a part of that hierarchy, but he still served his purpose in Dakota's life. He was rather good-looking, for one, and he was the alpha male in his group of friends, so leverage over him was most certainly useful from a social point of view. Dakota gained a lot of knowledge about her fellow students from Tiernan.

Most of all, though, Dakota was the centre of attention when she was with Tiernan. She liked men; they were not only easy to manipulate, but they made you feel good about yourself. Dakota didn't need people to tell her she was amazing, nor did she require people to worship her, but it certainly made her feel good - so of course she would make them do it if she could. Tiernan was no different, though she treated him with more respect than most of her other followers. Tiernan had never been her 'minion', but a man in her life; one to seduce and kiss and revel in. Dakota had never gone 'all the way' with any man, though... She had tempted them, and she had found it amusing to watch what they would give just to have her, but she always broke their hearts in the end. It was all in the fun of the game, after all. Dakota was secretly unprepared to give herself entirely to a man, but she had long ago convinced herself it was because she was waiting for someone whom would actually fit her bill of the ideal man. So far, not a single one had. Men were, Dakota had discovered in amusement, flawed.

"Who's that girl I saw you with the other day?" Dakota asked casually as she leaned forward, her lips barely touching Tiernan's. She smiled wickedly, refusing to kiss him until he answered. "Do you think she's pretty? As pretty as me?" Dakota liked to know she was better than anyone else. Still, she could take criticism... unlike Kailyn who was just spoilt. But that didn't mean Dakota would let it go. If someone criticised her, she would enact her revenge and then laugh about how they had wronged her afterwards. Dakota knew she was vindictive but she had never wanted to be anything else. Smirking and batting her eyelashes, Dakota let Tiernan's lips finally crush against hers, and she kissed him slowly, refusing to let him rush her. Dakota enjoyed torturing her men... enjoyed making them work for their share. No; Dakota's 'relationships' - if you would call them that - were under her thumb, and no one else's. Power; control; dominance. They belonged to a woman as much as to a man.