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Post by blaise zabini on Apr 9, 2011 16:58:42 GMT -5
Every man had his territory; every man had his place that he went to pick up women. Now, for Blaise, things were a little different; he could pick up any woman, any where, if he really wanted to. But still, he had a favourite location for watching as women walked by, and the place that he called his territory was the dungeon corridor. It was best of both worlds; bitchy Slytherin bitties and sweet little Hufflepuff girls. Either would be fine with him, he decided as he leaned his fine self against a particularly bare stretch of wall.
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Post by morag mcdougal on Apr 9, 2011 17:38:14 GMT -5
Morag didn't particularly care for the dungeons. They were damp and muggy which did nothing good for her hair, the light wasn't as flattering as she would have liked it to be and everything was so dark, in that creepy sense that had her wondering why so many pureblood elitist were placed in Slytherin and thus the dungeons. If not for forgetting her school work in the Potions classroom she wouldn't have been down there at all. Whatever the case Morag hastily made her way down the corridor that feminine swagger lush in her walk.
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Post by blaise zabini on Apr 10, 2011 11:22:16 GMT -5
To say that Blaise had never seen Morag before would be a lie; she was the type of girl who drew attention no matter what. However, he had never before truly talked to her, and so he approached her as she walked away, pulling a piece of parchment from his pocket as he went. "Sorry, did you drop this?" He asked, holding it out to her, assuming she would at least stop to see.
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Post by morag mcdougal on Apr 10, 2011 11:41:31 GMT -5
Morag might not have known right away who had followed her but based on the voice, filled with charm and sex appeal, she had a feeling she wouldn't be disappointed. Glancing over at the boy Morag recognized him immediately, an amused little smile dancing across her lips; Blaise. What a clever little ploy, he had. "Well that depends." If he wanted to play Morag was game. She knew full well she hadn't dropped anything. Although she didn't stop she did slow her pace considerably.
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Post by blaise zabini on Apr 10, 2011 15:55:16 GMT -5
"Depends on what?" Blaise asked, completely playing dumb. She quite obviously knew his game - but he liked to play it, so he would continue to do so, keeping up with her easily.
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Post by morag mcdougal on Apr 10, 2011 15:59:24 GMT -5
"On what you want in return if it is mine." Morag took the opportunity in her pause to look him over. He was very attractive, it really was no wonder he was such a ladies man. "It is custom, after all, to reward a finder with a small token of appreciation."
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Post by blaise zabini on Apr 10, 2011 16:07:48 GMT -5
"And if I'm returning it out of the kindness of my heart?" Blaise asked, eyebrows raised even as the grin spread over his face.
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Post by morag mcdougal on Apr 10, 2011 16:10:56 GMT -5
"If there were such a thing, it would warrant an even bigger reward." It was so much more fun to toy with boys when they played back. Had Morag feeling all tingly inside with intrigue.
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Post by blaise zabini on Apr 10, 2011 19:59:02 GMT -5
"Well I'm afraid that might be the case - I expect no reward from a beautiful lady, it's only polite to return to her what she has dropped." Blaise smirked, stepping in front of her to halt her progress down the hall. "That is, if this is in fact yours"
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Post by morag mcdougal on Apr 10, 2011 20:06:50 GMT -5
Him stepping in front of her was perfect. Morag put her hand over his, the one that held the parchment, poising herself to take it. Getting closer so that one could barely slip a wand between them Morag leaned in her lips brushing against his. "Such a shame it isn't mine." A little bit of teasing never hurt. Morag slipped past him a satisfied little smirk on her lips.
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Post by blaise zabini on Apr 10, 2011 20:24:22 GMT -5
Blaise, while he loved word games and all that, wasn't the type who enjoyed teasing. As she slipped past him and carried on, he remained still for a moment, watching her go. "That is a shame," He said, not straining so she could hear him in any way. "Suppose I should go find who it really belongs to, then."
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Post by morag mcdougal on Apr 10, 2011 20:32:27 GMT -5
Voices carried in the dungeons, yet another thing that Morag didn't like about them, so heard what Blaise had said. She knew better than to think he would chase after her. That wasn't his style. "You could," Morag stopped again leaning up against the nearest wall, one foot propped up to flash a little extra thigh. "Or you could just be straight with me. Not really the type to fall for such ploys. I prefer a man in charge that just takes what he wants, well if he can."
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Post by blaise zabini on Apr 10, 2011 20:38:13 GMT -5
Blaise couldn't help but to smirk, folding up the parchment in his hand and tucking it into the pocket of his black trousers. "Taking what I want in this corridor would leave us both expelled" He informed as he moved in, pressed against her seconds later, "But I think you already knew that."
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Post by morag mcdougal on Apr 10, 2011 20:48:41 GMT -5
That was much better. Morag couldn't blame him for his methods, not too many girls were as up front as she was. Teasing him was really the only way she knew how to make that abundantly clear before flat out saying it. Although that had been fun. "Only if we get caught though. And I don't see anyone around but me," Her finger trailed down his chest slowly. "and you."
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Post by blaise zabini on Apr 10, 2011 20:52:26 GMT -5
"And Snape's quarters are across the hall, the head boy and girl both live in the dungeons, and there are eleven other prefects living down here as well, not counting me, of course." Blaise countered, tilting his head slightly as he pressed his lips to hers, a complete contradiction to his words. "But if anyone would be worth expulsion, it would probably be you."
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