Trey could hear the girls getting closer as he looked over the blond wondering exactly what she was planning to do. He arched a curious eyebrow at her as she heard her whisper what he was assuming was the password to get into the Gryffindor common room. That was odd to him as he tried to figure out exactly what she was thinking. It wasn’t long before her lips were back to his as the girls rounded the corner. He moved to pull her closer to him only to feel her start to drag him towards the portrait hole. He obliged following her as his lips continued to move with hers. His arms moved around her to pull her flush against him as he moved to deepen the kiss. He opened an eye just in time to see one of his lays give a dirty look. Well it looked like he lost one of his go-to slags. He heard the portrait door shut slowly behind them before she finally pulled away though he kept her close.

It seemed like the girl wanted people to think she was a slag. He could see what angle she was coming from but it did seem slightly extreme. It was a pretty common occurrence for the Slytherin to sleep around, and it was well known in fact. Sure now everyone thought she was a slag now, but that just proved that he had gotten into her pants and not that they were dating, but he guessed that was a start of sorts. ”Everyone already thought you were a slag.” He said with a shrug. ”That wasn’t news to anyone. However I did lose one of my better slags to this little stunt, but she was getting boring anyone. I can find a replacement for her easy enough.” He added casually. Just because he was supposed to be ‘dating’ the Gryffindor didn’t mean he didn’t have needs that still needed to be met. He had a few more discreet bints that could keep up with that if the blond wasn’t willing to do it. ”It was a good start, but you could always make it more realistic….” He said in a deep low voice as he squeezed her with a raise of his eyebrows.

When it came to this ridiculous situation, it seemed that her only means of problem solving was kissing him, which was just absurd. She was torn between knowing that this was the only way to keep her secret… a secret, and being irritated every time she did something that he would want her to do. She wanted to piss him off, but then she actually couldn’t bloody piss him off and keep this going. Maybe after this was over, she would just have someone Oblivate her so she would forget willingly snogging the bloke, or, better yet, he’d get bored of her and she could then piss him off. But even that didn’t work, because he’d still have the damn information even when he did get bored. Apparently, she was just stuck having to not piss him off until they graduated, because then she certainly wouldn’t have to deal with him any longer. That thought alone was aggravating, because she disliked every situations where he was getting his way—which was pretty much going to be every part of this ‘dating’ thing. So it would be better to just not focus on that, and to just remember how much worse everything would be if he told Roman the truth. She gasped against his lips as he pulled her against him, because she was clearly playing the part, obviously, and gladly ended the kiss once their audience could no longer see them. Cecilia figured that was decent acting, really.

She was mildly irritated that he didn’t let go of her, though she didn’t let it show since she was trying to make a point about her acting abilities and following his ridiculous rules. “Now they have proof,” she said, flatly, stopping herself from rolling her eyes. It was certainly true that the majority of the school thought that she was a slag for jumping not only from a Quidditch player to another Quidditch player, but also damn family members. But rumors spread faster with proof, which those girls officially had. “Well, you’re welcome, then. Got rid of her for you.” Cecilia replied, raising an eyebrow. If he had slags on the side, then at least that meant he wouldn’t be irritating her to shag him all the time. However, that could work against her because if he was getting it from elsewhere, it was possibly he would not get bored as quickly as he would if he wasn’t risking shagging anyone else. If he wasn’t getting any from her, and wasn’t looking for it elsewhere to keep up appearances, then Cecilia was sure this wouldn’t have made it to the end of the year. “Not on your life, Rudolphi,” she answered, keeping her facial expression amused as he pulled her closer. She could bloody act the part, after all, but that certainly didn’t mean that he would ever be shagging her. Luckily, he apparently had his ‘slags’ to keep him occupied.

Trey had spent his whole life, or for as long as he could remember being manipulative and sneaky. He only cared about himself and ways to get himself to the top. It didn’t matter who he stepped on or who he hurt in the process. He could very literally ruin lives and it would never faze him. His parents had never really cared about him, he wasn’t stupid enough to believe that. There was no such thing as selflessly caring about someone. Everyone was out for their own best interests and that was just how the world worked. He could acknowledge that the girl didn’t deserve to be treated the way she was being treated by him, but he lacked the ability to really care about her wants and needs. Once you started caring about someone else’s feelings you risked caring about someone other than yourself and that’s when bad shit happened. He only had a year left in that school before he was completely out on his own. He needed to up his game in hopes of getting up somewhere in the ranks. She would be one of his golden tickets to getting in good with someone like her father who was still well known and had some sense of importance to him.

”I’d hardly call that little stunt ‘proof’.” He said looking her over slowly. What was she expecting of him when she dragged him into an empty common room away from prying eyes. People already thought she was shagging him so what was the big deal in just letting him do it anyway? ”Are you planning on replacing her?” He asked her with a quirked eyebrow letting his hand trail languidly down to her hips. As much as he wanted to turn away from her and walk off, ignoring the fact that she was still refusing him he figured it couldn’t hurt to try one more time before throwing in the towel. ”No one would have to really know except for you and I…” He began moving in to press a soft kiss to her neck before reaching her ear. ”This is your chance to show me just how angry you are. Take it out on me… I want to feel just how much you hate me.” He rumbled in her ear. If she said no after this he would drop it for the time being. He could go out later that evening and have his needs met.

She was suddenly hyperaware that this idea might not actually work in her favor in the slightest. Cecilia absolutely knew that no matter what he said or did, she would not be tempted by him at all in a hallway where people could walk by at any second. And there were only so many ways that he could attempt to convince her in that setting as well. But in an attempt to prove a damn point, she had moved them into an entirely empty room. What bloody difference does that make, she snapped at herself; hallway, common room, damn bedroom, it doesn’t matter. It was bloody Trey, after all. She shook off the moment of insanity, knowing that, yes, he might try a bit harder now that they were alone, but that she was more than capable of telling him to piss off. He might have successfully blackmailed her, broke up her relationship, and would continue to successfully irritate Roman and herself—though more herself than Roman at this point, but he wasn’t going to get his way on this one. He had enough bints fawning over him without thinking another one was being added to the list. Besides, she truly was sure that she bloody hated him more than anyone at this damn school, and potentially more than … well, no, not more than her stepfather or her stepbrother, but that wasn’t all that impressive. They were bloody awful, and he was too, but he would have to do a hell of a lot to top them.

“Well, what would you call it then?” She asked, not really caring for his answer. Everything she said at this point was just the first thing that came to mind that wasn’t insulting or sarcastic, which seemed to be working pretty well so far. If Trey really did have slags on the side, then she was surprised that he was even bothering to try to convince her. People already thought that he’d got her on her back, which would piss of Roman, so why did it really bloody matter if he had? She really couldn’t wait for him to give up on that dream, since obviously it was never going to happen. Obviously, she repeated to herself, since she was irritated by the nagging feeling that it might. Really, she didn’t have the best impulse control, and … and apparently she should just stop thinking about this. Because she hated him, she reminded herself. “Not at all. I’m sure you have plenty to take her place.” Cecilia replied, dryly, ignoring his hands moving down her sides. He was a Quidditch player and apparently attractive, which was all bints seemed to need at this school. She did wonder if he had a decent personality to … people that weren’t her, but it didn’t seem all that likely.

It seemed he wasn’t done trying to convince her, she mused, which wasn’t good because she was starting to think that she was have some kind of lapse in any proper judgment. It was her fault for moving into the damn common room. She opened her mouth to contradict his comment, since everyone did ‘know,’ which was the point, but she stopped herself as he brought his lips to her neck. Well, she was absolutely fucked, she knew, because she really wished he had given up when she had the self-control—and self bloody respect apparently, as both were apparently gone. Can you just bloody remember that you hate him, she asked herself, as he began to speak again. Before this conversation, Cecilia would have said that there was absolutely no reasoning he could give her that would get her to change her mind. Yes, she was annoyingly teetering on the edge of her nonexistent self-control, but she had been pretty damn sure she’d just stay on that edge. But then he had to say that. Although it seriously felt like there were warning sirens going off in her damn head, the moment he was moving away from her ear, Cecilia was bringing her lips back to his roughly. Her hands moved around his neck to bring him closer, pulling maybe a bit too hard on the ends of his hair. Bloody fucking hell, she cursed, trying to tell herself one last time to just not bloody do it. But he had a point… and she really did hate him.

Trey knew the blond would have to break at some point. He wasn’t being cocky really. He was an attractive quidditch player who knew how to pleasure bints. Any girl that said he didn’t know what he was doing was a liar. Why else would he have so many slags that came back for more over and over again? She had made the mistake of bringing him into a room alone when he already had her firmly pressed against him. That wasn’t his fault really. It worked greatly to his advantage. ”Proof would be you shutting that pretty little mouth of yours, while others are around.” He said curtly as his eyes flickered down to her lips before a smirk curled at the corners of his mouth thinking about the better ways she could use it.

He watched her carefully, trying to pick up on any little move that would cue him in to what was going through her mind. For a moment it felt like he had almost broken her resolve. No, it definitely seemed like she was right on the brink of breaking and giving in. ”I do.” He commented arching an eyebrow at her. He had a slag for every day of the week with a few to spare. He didn’t really need to add the blond into the equation but it would make life a little easier on both of them if she gave in. He wouldn’t have to go anywhere else, and she could work off her frustration in the process.

For a moment Trey thought she was just going to walk away from him as his hands gently gripped her hips. He kept his lips close to her ear as he waited for an answer. When she remained quiet he shrugged and began to pull away from her. This was a bloody waste of his time. Just when he was sure it was time to throw in the towel he felt her pull him closer and her lips crash down roughly on hers. He smirked against her lips knowing what was coming next. It was about time she did something that made bloody sense, he thought to himself before slamming her against the nearest wall deepening the kiss.

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