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Scorpius Malfoy was exactly what people pictured him to be. He could be kind when he wanted to, but those moments were rare. Otherwise, he was the selfish jerk who people seemed to dislike. It really and truly didn’t make sense to him; Scorpius thought he was wonderful. However, he knew why some girls hated him; he didn’t deny the fact that he was manipulative person towards them.

He was aware that when classified as an asshole, it would result to some females showing hatred towards him. A majority of the time it had to do with their past encounter with Scorpius. They had thought he was being honest when he told them that he loved them and that they were the most beautiful girl he'd ever laid eyes on. Obviously after he had sex with them a couple of times he had ended it, and those girls held a terrible grudge towards him. But it was their own fault; people were constantly advising them to stay away from him because he had never been serious about relationships. But they were too dense to follow advice and allowed for Scorpius to have his fun. Of course, Scorpius had no objection to this. But he continued to tell himself that he was not to blame for these girls holding grudges towards him - none of them were truly able to catch his interest. None actually gave him something to fight for, so who could blame him for growing bored?

At the moment, the women who Scorpius passed in and out of his life were not causing much entertainment for him. Obviously, he was still playing his old games of seducing and winning, but the lad couldn't help but grow bored. However, this week had seemed to brighten his moods slightly. When Blaze had invited Scorpius to join him and Demetri in the screwing of Helena Greyback, he had had no objections. Of course Scorpius could never deny the offer of such a gorgeous blond, especially when it came to Demitri's younger sister. The Hufflepuff appeared to be so pure and innocent, and most knew Scorpius would love to take advantage of this. It wasn't the biggest shock to see this particular group of Slytherins off to fuck a girl against her will considering most would expect it from them.

His thoughts randomly moved from him and his friend’s idea of fun to another Slytherin. Clarice and Scorpius had known each other even as young kids, where their childhood days consisted of her and him constantly arguing. But this didn't stop them from having their occasional flings, where one of them would manage to seduce the other. For once in his life, he couldn't lie when saying that Clarice was one of the most attractive girls he had ever met; but obviously he would never tell her this, considering their competitive relationship couldn’t result with Scorpius giving into the fact that he held a liking towards her.

Scorpius placed his foot onto the dry ground of the boy's bathroom, his skin soaked from just taking a shower; the lad was clearly in love with his physical appearance as he stared at his reflection with a more than satisfied smirk. Scorpius quickly dried his skin and hair and began to hunt for his shirt. A look of understanding began to take over his features as he realized that he had left it in the common room; he was known for arrogantly walking around the common room shirtless. Seeing as the rest of the Slytherins were in the Great Hall having dinner, Scorpius sauntered into the common room with only a towel wrapped around his waste. Grabbing the shirt that lay upon the couch, he turned around to the sound of footsteps entering the room. His grey eyes landed upon Claire, and instead of shock coming across him due to his current condition, Scorpius grinned mischievously towards her.
"You wanted to see me so badly that you couldn't wait till I was fully clothed?"

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Clarice Belby was never a girl to stand still for long, and while patience was a virtue for some, if was safe to say that Claire didn't have a single virtue in her body. She was a bit reckless for a Slytherin that was supposed to have class, but that hardly mattered because her friends liked it, her enemies hated her for it, and her lovers were drawn in from a little taste of being carefree. Life had to be pretty simple for things to come so naturally like that, but when you've grown up with practically everything at your taking you learned to grab it while you could. So the snag-and-go personality was just something that Claire had developed living with a bunch of conniving snakes. But lately Claire had wondered if maybe that was too fast paced for her. She loved the idea of always moving but as she walked around her dorm room she couldn't help but think that maybe things were going a little too quickly. After all she was already in her sixth year and hardly had a clue on what to do with the rest of her life. The young woman of sixteen was actually just learning about the past that she hadn't had a clue about in the first place.

See Claire was big on adventures. She loved the thrill of finding something she never expected. She loved the idea of coming upon the unexpected and in the past week things have thrown her for a loop and had given her a change of events. The first adventure that Claire had gone on had spun her into the arms of Blaze Dolohov. Up close the man was practically inhuman, and capturing her attention was hardly a problem. Sure he wasn't a 'good' guy. She'd heard enough information through word of mouth to know that manwhore would be a typical word to describe him, but then again wouldn't Claire be nothing more then a whore herself? But this taste in guys hadn't been anything new, Clarice always had a thing for the wrong guys. They weren't particularly the wrong guys but they weren't the nice guys, that was for sure. Take in point Scorpius Malfoy. He was at the top of the food chain here at Hogwarts and while he was arrogant and slept around, he was still a long time friend of Clarice herself. He had known her when she was hardly a looker at all, just a pudge-face first year who hardly had a clue about neither make-up nor fashion.

But oh how the years have changed her, right? By second year, Claire had learned about boys and their attention spans. She learned how to put on make-up and do her hair just right. Claire had grown nicely into her body and instead of the short pudgy girl she was then, she was now a blond bombshell that stood at five six. She had gained a look that was truly her own, or so she thought until her second adventure took place and she had learned that she wasn't the only one with such a defined look. Though the second girl had more of an innocence, she was still identical to Clarice herself. It wasn't something she wanted to think about as she sat in the quiet of her dorm room. She didn't want to think of that certain Hufflepuff or the way they had met. Instead she wanted to think about the fun of her sixth year and the way she could make it everything it should be. It was then that the girl decided to join her friends for dinner.

Normally she wasn't a dinner kind of girl, but the lack of noise made her grow weary. She hated the silence and being alone more than anything, and she planned on socializing to change that. However as she rounded the corner she spotted a practically naked Scorpius Malfoy, and the facial expression on his face made her give a small chuckle, before giving her own sly grin in return. "Well could you blame me," she asked as she changed her plans and moved toward the older boy, "But don't flatter yourself too much Malfoy, I was simply heading toward dinner." As she stood in front of him she pretend examined him, as she looked him over. "Oh dear, what's this a bit of flab?" she asked as she let her nail drag lightly over the abs of the older boy mockingly, knowing fully well he loved his appearance more then anything in the world, and also knowing that here was not a single bit of flab anywhere on his body, "I don't think that's acceptable for the Slytherin's team captain."

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Scorpius had always been your average manwhore. The pride he felt towards himself was irregular and many found the arrogance he possessed rather annoying. But he had reasons to feel this way; the family he came from was one of the bests and his great-aunt was in the midst of taking over the wizarding world. And furthermore, girls all over Hogwarts fawned over him constantly, despite the fact that they were aware of his reputation. So who wouldn’t be vein?

Scorpius had always been taught to never slack off, and to achieve the highest he could. He bought the best money could buy, due to the fact that he was spoiled rotten, and he was taught to hold himself high because out of everyone and everything, he mattered the most – at least, he thought so. The same came with the women he truly involved himself with, although he had never been in a real relationship. Generations of his family had gone to Hogwarts and each had been placed in Slytherin. Not only that, but blood purity was another characteristic, and Draco seemed to be obsessed with keeping his family as perfect as it could possibly be. Scorpius couldn’t blame them though; after Voldemort’s take down, the Malfoy’s had been ridiculed for quite a while. But judging by the way Scorpius carried himself, he seemed to have no care towards his family’s history.

He had, for a short period of time, been constantly thinking of the idea of his parents selecting a possible wife for him. He believed that he was capable of making his own decisions when the topic revolved around the woman he was going to spend the rest of his life with. And, adding onto this, if there was one person who knew how little commitment, if any at all, Scorpius would attempt at putting into a marriage, it was his father. Draco at least possessed a few of the characteristics Scorpius did and Scorpius had assumed that the man would feel slightly sympathetic towards his son and this sticky situation. But, clearly, Draco's only interest was keeping the Malfoy's name perfectly polished.

Some had gotten the impression that Scorpius was like a child when it came to women. Scorpius would continuously want a new toy, would play with that toy for a short period of time, and move onto the next best thing. Women were fun to play around with, and he enjoyed screwing with their heads, but like a child, he grew bored with his current toy quickly and had to hunt for the next best thing. Scorpius was clearly not a dedicated person. But he had told himself multiple times that he was not to blame for the situation - those girls were simply not capable of holding his attention. And because of this, it had given him a permanent reputation that was known by most throughout the school.

Scorpius had entered the kitchen before dinner had begun and had gotten something to eat then. Which resulted to him being absent during dinner in the Great Hall. He was well aware that Claire hadn’t known she would find him practically naked in the common room, but he refused to admit to this.
“Come now Claire, we both know you stalk me in your spare time.”

[/b] He joked as she stepped towards him.
Scorpius smirked superciliously as Claire softly dragged her nail along his stomach, chuckling idly at her words. Placing his hands around her waist, he pulled her closer towards him.
“Well, if you slept with me I’m sure I’d lose that flab rather quickly.” [/b] He stated teasingly, raising his eyebrows suggestively. He assumed that Claire had gotten used to his cockiness; she had had to deal with it from the time that they were children.

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It had been in her room where she thought of all the things going on in her life, and while she stood facing Scorpius, a sly look on her face, some would think that nothing was wrong. In truth Clarice was more flustered then she usually was. Not only was she learning that she wasn't exactly a Belby, but someone with a much trickier past. It didn't shock her to have that side in her, in fact it made more sense then the family that she was in now, but she couldn't wrap her head around how it had happened and why it had happened. Her mother wouldn't do something like that- or so she thought.

Now her mother had gotten Clarice into her own bit of trouble and Claire wanted to be there for her to see the lies spiral out of control. The blonde however forced Helena Greyback and her mother out of her mind and turned to the delicious looking boy right in front of her who had now grasped his hand tightly around her waist and let his cocky attitude shine through. Scorpius' personality was something that Claire had grown accustomed to since they were kids. He always had to be better in every situation and Claire, being the competitive girl that she was, wouldn't let him get away with it easily. The pair of them had such similar personalities that often times it led to arguments and battles that ended rather roughly. Not that Clarice minded- boys after all were a weakness to the younger snake.

And although Claire would never admit it out loud, many of the older snakes were people she looked up to. Not in their tag every ass they could kind of way, but in the way of their personalities and their affiliation. Claire knew she didn't want to be like her siblings and she knew that Slytherin had taught her a lot about ambition. Scorpius was one of the people she looked up to simply because he never heard the word no and he always had a way of getting his way into what ever he set his mind to. "Oh is that so? Wouldn't you have to be stalking me if you knew what I did in my spare time?" She asked honestly, a coy smirk on her charming little face, as her chest rose and fell softly in tune with his.

The closeness of their bodies wasn't something new, Merlin knew all to well that they had a bunch of chemistry racked up in their constant arguments and Clarice couldn't help but admit that the boy was altogether rather sexy. But to keep Scorp's ego in check she would never voice that opinion aloud. "But what would I gain from that? I only see benefits for you from that deal," she said with a slight pout on her face, even though she knew fully well that she would gain something for ending up in his bed. Her bright blue eyes looked up toward him and she couldn't help bun grin at his confidence. "After all I don't want to just be another score, right?" She spoke using Blaze's words toward her a few evenings ago. Not only had Helena come into her life just two days ago, but Blaze Dolohov had too. If only Scorpius knew all the crap she was running away from as she stood in his arms.

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Scorpius had never openly complained about his family life seeing as he had been taught to keep the secrets and lies that brewed within the Malfoy Manor suppressed. Perfection had always been expected of Scorpius and Draco made sure that Scorpius knew that. Obviously he made sure that in his parent's eyes he was a classy, tamed teenager who would abide to their every command. But they of course had no clue that his interests involved things besides fulfilling their every wish. For example, women, especially when it came to Clarice. But, it occurred to Scorpius that at the moment, he should have been taking females more seriously considering Draco was interested in selecting his future wife. If his life was a courtroom and his parents planning his future were the case, he would be constantly objecting.

He was aware that when classified as a jerk, it would result to some females showing hatred towards him. A majority of the time it had to do with their past encounter with Scorpius. They had thought he was being honest when he told them that he loved them and that they were the most beautiful girl he'd ever laid eyes on. Obviously after he had sex with them a couple of times he had ended it, and those girls held a terrible grudge towards him. But it was their own fault; people were constantly advising them to stay away from him because he had never been serious about relationships. But they were too dense to follow advice and allowed for Scorpius to have his fun. Of course, Scorpius had no objection to this. But he continued to tell himself that he was not to blame for these girls holding grudges towards him - none of them were truly able to catch his interest. None actually gave him something to fight for, so who could blame him for growing bored?

However, his thoughts had recently begun to move in the opposite direction. After he had engaged himself in another aimless argument with Tasha, a Slytherin who he sometimes disliked immensely, her words had gotten to him: "And what have you got? A load of flings with girls - proving yourself never to be stable. And when you meet a girl you really like, she won't take you because you're a manwhore."
People told him this all the time, but for some stupid, perturbing reason it had bothered him. He refused to acknowledge the fact that Tasha’s words may have been true – if he did, someday, find a girl he truly loved, he wouldn’t be able to blame her if she didn’t trust him. And as much as he had debated on how he would begin to change his ways, it was difficult to change the tactics he had been living since his early teen years.
Scorpius smiled playfully towards her, his grey eyes twinkling mischievously. “If I were to stalk you, I would only do so when it came time for you to take your baths.”

[/b] He joked, his hands still confidently placed on her waste.

From as far back as Scorpius could remember, he had looked at some women as conquests. But he had known Clarice since the two were children, and he couldn't think of her as just a toy to play around with. Usually, Scorpius would play his games with a girl and completely forget about her the next day. But he and Clarice had had their share of flings and Scorpius wouldn't, he couldn't, just forget about her. Maybe it was the small tie that had developed from back in the days when the two used to play their childish games and Scorpius had hidden the fact that he had had a crush on Claire. Obviously as kids, and even now, he had never admitted this to her because of the pride that constantly washed over him.
"Really? Because we’ve slept together before, and you seemed to be enjoying yourself.” [/b]He smirked haughtily, his chest rising and falling with hers.

He raised an eyebrow at her last comment, it taking him a few moments to understand what she meant. He assumed that she speaking of the motto that Blaze seemed to live by.
"I don't think of you as a whore, or a score." [/b]He told her, his voice involuntarily becoming dulcet. [/blockquote][/blockquote]

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Sometimes Clarice wondered why in the world she ever stuck around Scorpius. Sure he could be a sweetheart when in the right moment, but often times he could be the most arrogant guy on the planet. While she'd known him for a big part of her life, she was certainly unsure of why she continued her pointless flings with him. But with his hands around her waist she realized that he was a convenience for her just like she was to him. She was there and all too willing. Of course they didn't sleep together every time they talked, in fact a majority of their run ins resulted in arguments that allowed tension to build. While Clarice loved Scorpius in her own way, he was certainly fun to poke fun at. She took his words and twisted them, kissed him a little too roughly, and mocked him in anyway she could. She found it quite enjoyable to be in his life as the annoying little pest that he couldn't seem to get rid of, but in the end knew he didn't want to. Of course, Claire didn't actually know how Scorpius felt about her, her pointless arguments, or her personality, but she found quite often that it didn't matter. She liked being in his life and felt that no matter what she always would be.

Besides Clarice liked that there was no commitment in whatever their relationship was because Scorpius wasn't a guy to settle. Clarie had been there to witness the many flings and girls that he would go through, girls upon girls in just a simple week, and while they had their own fair share of flings she knew from the moment they'd started this not to expect something. That's where a majority of the girls that had gotten with Scorpius went wrong. While Scorpius led them to believe he loved them and cared for them, he was simply using them for sex. If the girls were too dumb to believe his petty little lies about love then Merlin help them. Those girls had to have heard about his countless flings and if they hadn't then surely they had been living under rocks. Scorpius was a no commitment kind of guy and she would pray for the poor girl who'd have to marry him.

She gave a chuckle at his words, "Well now I'm going to be paranoid every time I bathe Scorpius. But if you watched me when I bathed you wouldn't be able to contain yourself," she teased. While it wasn't an offer for him to follow her around it was certainly funny to imagine. Claire knew that if this situation was ever to occur and he truly did find her in the shower or the bath, that he'd most likely join. That last thing that Clarice would ever do was doubt him- he'd hold it to her forever, and she knew that. She'd probably snap at him for being there, telling him to mind his business as she tried to cover herself. Oh dear, it would be an awkward scene that would surely shock her at first, but she didn't doubt that they would have fun. She bit her lip, oh dear, before speaking, "Don't you dare get any ideas."

She rolled her eyes at his arrogance, though it didn't surprise her. "How do you know I don't just fake it to get it over with faster?" She questioned with a small smirk on her pretty little face. It was just one of the looks she seemed to master in her years as a Slytherin. They both knew it wasn't true, but what would be the point of their relationship without a little bit of teasing? "I know you don't want to hear this, but you aren't a good shag, Scorpius Malfoy," she said tauntingly, her voice though sounding truthful, was nothing but a lie. She looked him up and down and the gave a rise of the eyebrow, "Is your ego still in tact?" Sometimes it was hard to get into that pretty little head of his, but when she did she loved her effect. She batted her eyelashes innocently, before hearing his next words.

So she wasn't a whore or a score? Well then, how come that voice of his told her the exact opposite? Hmm, was he just telling her what she wanted to hear? She rolled her eyes at the words. Standing on her tiptoes she moved her lips to his ear and in a whisper she said, "I'm sure that's what you tell all the pretty girls." She let her words brush his ears before she kissed his cheek and down his perfect structured jawbone, and to the spot just next to his lips, before pulling her lips off his warm, clean, skin completely. Her face was still equally level to his, her lips just in front of his own, and her bright blue eyes looking into his, a teasing smile on her lips, "I don't think you deserve me Scorpius Malfoy."

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Scorpius had never been one to crave love. Some went about looking for someone special that they could spend the rest of their lives with, but Scorpius didn't even care to bother with that shit. He knew his parents would be finding him his wife, so he didn't waste time looking for a girl to care for. In the end, it would result with him resenting his parents even more for causing him heartache. And the Slytherin wasn't even sure if he could fall in love - his attention span was slim, and he would most likely grow bored with her. But that didn't stop his parents. They had already had a bunch of girls that they deemed appropriated for their son. Of course these girls were all wealthy purebloods; if he was to marry anyone else, it would bring shame upon his family. But he knew he wasn't husband material considering his tactics were the complete opposite of staying committed to a relationship. He pitied the girl who would end up becoming his wife.

Scorpius had always loved the fact that being with Clarice meant he had to put in no commitment. He couldn’t deny the fact that he liked spending time with her, even when they ended up arguing. But having to stay dedicated to her, or with any girl, would be torture for the poor Slytherin – he grew jaded much too quickly, and would die of boredom. It was like eating the same thing for dinner consistently – Scorpius wanted a new meal every night, and occasionally he could have something he had had before. But he and Clarice had known each other since they were children. Even then, he had wanted her. Once, when he had come to her house and asked her mother where she was at the moment, her mother had replied to him that Clarice was in her room changing for dinner. Scorpius had purposely taken advantage of this and when her mother had left the room, he had sneaked up to her bedroom. He unfortunately, when opening the door, hadn’t gotten to see much. He had playfully grinned towards her, telling her unconvincingly that he hadn’t meant to intrude on her. He hadn’t been lucky that day, but it was clear that Scorpius only wanted one thing from women. He loved Clarice, and he also loved the fact that she understood that he wasn’t capable of handling a relationship.

Most were aware that Scorpius lived by his own rules. As a child, elders had always made attempts to control him. And Scorpius had rebelled against them; even now, he refused to let others influence him. He wasn't a restaurant's waiter - he took orders from no one and did what he pleased, even if it was sometimes at other people's expense. Which resulted to why he enjoyed taking advantage of Demetri's younger sister, despite the fact that he had once looked to her as a little sister. This, he realized, explained his attraction to Clarice. He loved Helena – every aspect of her from her smile to her curves – and Clarice was like an exact copy of the girl.

Scorpius had already had the lovely picture of Carina in the shower imprinted in his mind. ”Don’t you dare get any ideas” Scorpius smirked slightly at her words, chuckling at the comment she had made before.
“I already have.”

[/b] Scorpius stated mischievously, still smirking superciliously.
Quirking an eyebrow at her next comment, Scorpius snickered briefly. He knew she was joking because he considered himself a God, and a girl not loving being in bed with him was a situation that couldn’t occur.
“We both know any girl should consider herself blessed if they have gotten in bed with me, because let’s face it, I am a sex God.”[/b] He continued conceitedly, pulling her closer so that he could bring his lips to her ear.
“And I know you secretly want to shag me right here and now. But Claire, denying it isn’t going to help. You’ll just have to try and control yourself.”[/b] He teased, placing his lips to her neck as he kissed her skin keenly.
Pulling away from her as she questioned him, he smiled idly. “My ego is perfectly fine – I am, after all, the best.”[/b] When saying the best, Scorpius meant everything. He believed he was the best at everything, particularly in bed; but the range of things he excelled in was too broad to narrow down.

Clarice seemed to be an expert in making Scorpius crave her even more. If it was a class here at Hogwarts, she would have aced it. He could feel himself growing slightly rigid as she kissed the skin along his jaw; he wanted her, and he had never been one to be good with temptation. Holding back from attractive women such as Clarice was not his forte. Smiling knowingly at her words, he laughed nonchalantly – it was true, he did have a knack for telling all girls this. “Yeah, you’re right.” He admitted jokingly. Raising an eyebrow at her next words, he couldn’t help but disagree. He believed he deserved, not to mention wanted, every bit of her.
“Really?”[/b] He began, questioning her. “Because I am, after all, a God. Wouldn’t you say it’s you who doesn’t deserve me?”[/b] He asked jokingly, his lips still formed into the usual pompous smile.
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