sorry i can't hear ya, i'm kinda busy - O P E N !

[Amos Patroclus Diggory]

It was 7.30AM on a chilly December morning. A Sunday. It seemed that every student in Hogwarts was still curled up in their warm four-poster beds, cherishing the last lie-in of the weekend. But Amos Diggory wasn't. He was already up, showered and dressed in his Quidditch Robes, ready to get in some early practice. It was quite unusual for Amos to be up early and ready to tackle the day (especially a bleak day like this) - usually he was begging Ted Tonks to whip up a potion that would help him nurse a Saturday night hangover, or chasing a Saturday night girl out of the Hufflepuff quarters before the rest of the students woke up. But today was different. He had abstained from drinking and girls this weekend, because last week in a friendly match during practice he had nearly been hit by bludgers three times. Subsequently, he was preparing for some early morning personal practice today. Abstaining from alcohol and girls for a whole weekend of potential fun showed just how seriously Amos took Quidditch, obviously.

And so Amos was feeling more than a little proud of himself this morning, and it showed in a more pompous than usual strut around the seventh year boys dormitory as he pulled together his things (his things which were half stolen from the long-suffering Teddy). Throwing the wet yellow and black towel from his shower over his unmade bed and narrowly abstaining from waking up the peacefully sleeping Ted just for a laugh, Amos finally snuck out of the dormitory and made his way down to the pitch. It was always odd to see Hogwarts like this, Amos mused as he made his way through the empty hallways. It was a little unnerving. The seventh year liked busy hallways, the constant murmur of talk, gossiping, clattering plates. He liked noise and bustle and activity. He hated the quiet and solitary nature of the castle at times like this. Anybody could be lurking around the corner and besides that, Amos disliked being left alone with only his thoughts. It seemed that silence and quiet atmospheres brought out his most troubling thoughts and made him grumpy. He could never understand those weirdos who prowled around the castle at night or actually sought out quiet corners. How odd. With his usual unsettling thoughts lurking at the back of his mind, Amos made his way quickly onto the pitch.

The Quidditch pitch always cheered him up. When Amos was flying he didn't have to think about anything confusing - anything bad he left behind down on the ground. The only problem as that after a few hours you eventually got cold or wet or tired and you always have to return to the ground, and those problems. But that was an issue for later, not now. Amos inhaled deeply in the chilly gray air, feeling his lungs and nerves become alive again as he searched for the chest with the bludgers in it. Now, where was the bloody thing? Amos bent double over the entrance to the broom cupboard, looking high and low and cursing the bloody forgetful first years who always played around in here after hours, until a nasty bludger just about missed his ear. "Woah!" The Hufflepuff exclaimed turning around quickly to see just what other nutter was out on the Quidditch pitch at this time in the morning chucking around bludgers.

[alecto mileena carrow]

7.00 am. It had to be said, and it was said all over Hogwarts: Alecto Carrow was officially nuts. On a day like this, most of the students were still within the solitude of their bed, but one slightly crazy slytherin was already in her green tracking suit, running to the Quidditch Pitch as a warm up. Clouds were packed up at the sky, making the upcoming dawn feel even colder than it really was, but soon enough, she would be warm. Or rather hot as she flew on that broom of hers, practicing for one of the upcoming matches.

Yes, though you would not give it to her, cause everybody knew Alecto was quite the girl in the Castle, she was also very keen on Quidditch. In her fourth year she'd finally made it as a Chaser for the Slytherin team, and now she spend a lot of her free time - when she wasn't hooking up with some random guy - on the Pitch, practicing new tricks and getting into better shape. She took her broom out of the cupboard, put on her Quidditch Protection gear and flew off around the Pitch.

It was amazing, feeling the wind blow through her long dark hair, forgetting about everything and just leaving the world of existence. After flying a few laps, she got back to the ground, getting the balls out to practice. With the Quaffle up in her hand, she soared up to the sky again, flying from the one side to the other making as many shoots and than catching the ball before it hit the ground.

Twenty minutes passed and her clothes were already wet from the sweat. If anybody saw her like this, she'd probably glow scarlett red. Nobody had ever really seen Alecto when she'd tired herself out like this. But well, practice was practice and she needed to be at her best when the next match came up. No way that the team would lose one match on her behalf.

So enough practice with that darn Quaffle today. You know, in reality, Alecto had always wanted to be a beater, but of course, due to her rather fragile looking body - mind you, she was nothing of that sort! - she wasn't chosen to handle the bats. But of course, that didn't keep her from practicing whenever she felt like it. She went back to the case that was holding the balls, seeing two of them struggle to get free. Now of course, she wasn't as dumb as so to release to, she undid the locks to only one of them, and instantly it soared up in the sky, diving back down towards Alecto who could just in time put the bat between the ball and her face. It flew off to the other corner of the Pitch and she mounted her broom again, flying after it and trying to beat it in all different directions without getting hurt... And that's when she saw him. A soft grin spread across her face. It was still early, and nobody of the other houses could be seen... so it was rather safe to just... And then she did it, the bludger came flying towards her and she couldn't resist. Her bast swung against it, and it went into that same direction she wished it would go. Of course, she didn't want to hurt him, not yet that was, but it was always nice to get some attention, not to mention the look that would probably spread on his face once he saw who had smashed the ball his way was totally worth it. It went the exact ways he had planned it to go, right next to his ear. He looked at her, she met his gaze with a soft smirk as she came flying towards him. "Better watch your back, Diggory", she grinned, hovering somewhat above him with a grin that could kill.

[Amos Patroclus Diggory]

Amos inhaled deeply as his broom rose into the air. Immediately he felt cheered up and awake. Quidditch did something to Amos that couldn't be matched even by any of his other usual 'fun' activities. I mean sure, he liked going out and getting drunk with his friends, he liked parties and girls and sex, but nothing compared to Quidditch. Some people might think that was a little obsessive, or worse, Amos' greatest fear, queer but Amos was quick (and even a little defensive) to remind everyone that it was simply dedication. Nothing less than dedication would get him the captainage after all. Nothing less, he thought, flexing his arms as he stretched with the beater's bat would get him ripped like this. Clearly, Amos told himself with his usual pompous attitude, anyone who made disparging comments about his dedication to the sport were jealous of the body and reputation that came with being captain. He couldn't help but feel slightly jealous at times though, that he wasn't Captain of Gryffindor or even Slytherin sometimes. Hufflepuff didn't exactly have the coolest reputation at Hogwarts. But Amos tried not to think that way very often - if he didn't have House-Spirit, the captain of the Quidditch team, who would? Besides, who in their right mind would be proud of being a Slytherin.

The sudden appearance of the angry little bludger annoyed Amos. He was thinking clearly for once, and the thing had disrupted his thoughts. But the surprise and the annoyance the appearance of the bludger caused didn't interfere with Amos' lightning fast reflexes. Without even thinking Amos swung back almost 180 degrees with his right hand and hit the bludger with a loud SMACK, harder than usual, as though angry that the ball had the audacity to graze his ear in the first place. With satisfaction, Amos leaned back on his broom and watch the nasty thing zoom far over the furthest goal-hoops and over the stands themselves. It would be at least a few minutes until the little bugger regained enough composure to make it's way back. And when it did, Amos would be sure to send it right in the direction of the offending anonymous player who dared to try to knock him off his broom. Now, who was it. Leaning hard on the broomstick Amos steered himself around, glaring, and found himself staring wide-eyed and indignantly at Alecto Carrow. Typical, only someone like Alecto would hit a bludger behind someone's back.

"Nasty Slytherin trick!" Amos yelled over the wind, but he wasn't really outraged. He was sure that had Alecto actually wanted to knock his brains out of his ears with the bludgers he'd be lying on the ground right now without any teeth. Actually, Alecto was ni - no wait. She was not nice, but she was hot, and whilst they had an unspoken agreement to be nothing but malicious to each other in public, in private, like now, Amos could tolerate her. She was quite funny even. Not as funny as him, though, Amos thought arrogantly, straightening his yellow and black jersey. He raised one eyebrow over Alecto's uncharacteristically dishevelled appearance and sportswear. "Warm, Carrow? I didn't think you engaged in anything that damaged a hair on that pretty little head" He chuckled gesturing to her dark hair and flexed his own muscles. "Trying to get to my standard? Pft, good luck"

[alecto mileena carrow]

The indignant look on Amos' face was worth one million Galleons. She grinned, flying yet a little closer with the smirk locking itself upon her dark red lips. Diggory, he was something. Though they hated each other's guts when they were in the presence of others, they could tolerate each other fairly well when alone. He was funny as hell, he had charisma and, he was very good-looking in Alecto's opinion... the only problem was... He was a hufflepuff. Alecto couldn't dare to dream what happened if someone of great importance saw the two of them together without the usual malice upon their face. Now of course, if someone like Tanith saw them, it would be okay, cause that girl was just too good for this world in Alecto's opinion.. but she didn't dare to think of what the reaction would be when no other than Rita Skeeter or any other Slytherin would see her with this guy.

She looked around the pitch again, calming herself that it was still too early for an other person to come and look at the Pitch. Narcissa knew better than to go and search for Alecto cause the girl would probably think that the brunette was highly drunk somewhere, enjoying the after gloom of sex with an almost complete stranger.. After all, if they went to Hogwarts they weren't completely strangers, were they? So she was satisfied, nobody would find them here and they could act 'normal' around each other for a while.

"I didn't do anything", she answered him innocently, "just grabbing your attention.", she smiled ever so politely. Now that was a fair warning. Whenever Alecto Carrow was polite or acted innocent, you could be sure that something else was up her sleeve. She didn't do politeness, and certainly not innocence. The innocent glimmer didn't stay long however, soon a smirk was planted firmly upon her lips as she hovered steadily next to Amos.

"Oh, just admit it Diggory", she threw back while looking over her shoulder at him. Her hair was pulled tightly back into a ponytail, yet some of her bangs fell in front of her eyes as she did so. "Quidditch outfit or not, you still like my ass in whatever I'm wearing.", she said smugly."and should I tell you that you're probably already dreaming of taking that particular ass towards the showers after the practice, or will you just say it yourself?"

So, Amos Diggory was a hufflepuff, but his cockiness could have gotten into Slytherin in Lecto's opinion. "Me? Trying to get to your standard? Why would I stoop down to your level?" she retorted with a grin. They were both great Quidditch players, each having their own strengths and abilities, perhaps Amos was a little better at aiming, but Alecto sure as hell was faster than him... And okay, perhaps Amos was slightly better than Alecto.. But there was no way she'd ever admit that...

ooc: sucks, I knows

[Amos Patroclus Diggory]

Amos suppressed a snort of laughter as he watched Alecto scan the grounds. Usually, Amos would be too busy watching Alecto's er.. various assets to notice small movements like that, but in the air, from the moment he even touched a broom or his beater's bat, Amos felt his senses were heightened considerably. He noticed more things, he felt more alive. And the only thing that made him feel as alive as he did whilst flying was flirting with very good looking girls. So he supposed it was turning out to be a good morning. His mates would only just be dragging themsleves out of bed for breakfast by now and he'd already had a taste of two of his favourite activities. Amos clucked his tongue with mock-dissaproval, smirking. "Tut, tut Carrow. Ashamed to be out here talking to me?" He relaxed his flexed muscles and began to fly in a large circle around Alecto, keeping his eyes on her most of the time. He almost resembled an animal stalking its prey. "Afraid I'm going to corrupt your mind - or am I too late for that?"

Amos knew, of course, that in this particular situation he did not have the upper hand - he was probably Alecto's prey (not that he would mind her preying on him very much). He had to admit that, even in times when they were being teasing and half-friendly to each other on their own, Alecto had a threatening air about her. He always made sure not to seem threatened by her, not to seem like the atypical blubbering Hufflepuff that the Slytherins seemed to think all their House was. All the same, their air of rivalry was teasing at worst, nothing too sinister about it, Amos liked to think. He thought as much, at least, from Alecto's tone - polite, teasingly innocent. He couldn't deny that the girl had style. And she was hot, had he mentioned that? Probably, Amos' mind tend to run on one track a lot of the time. And it was easier to flirt with girls like Alecto than it was than his flirting on his date (was it a date?) with Nessa. Alecto had the air of knowing she was completely fit, and using it to the best of her ability. Amos thought it was an admirable quality - it made him feel more comfortable in his own pompous nature at least, and less nervous around her.

However, despite not being nervous, Amos couldn't help but start at Alecto's next comment. '...you still like my ass in whatever I'm wearing' He thought he hid his surprised gulp and the glance towards the derriére in question pretty well, instead making a show of raising his eyebrows and letting out a low whistle. "I can't deny that" He shrugged, putting up his palms innocently and straddling his broom freehand (which he knew looked more impressive) "I'd say you're about a six in the bum department.. maybe a seven when you're not wearing gym clothes" He grinned his best winning toothy smile and chuckled liberally as though he thought it was ridiculous for Lecto even to joke about being better at Quidditch. "Oh my poor girl, you're terribly confused. Haven't you seen me play. I'm afraid you wouldn't stand a chance at my 'level'!" He was teasing her again of course - Amos knew Alecto was pretty damn good decent at Quidditch. He'd never admit that to her of course, that would be admitting defeat. He stopped flying in circles and moved slightly alongside her, waggling his eyebrows playfully.

"Unless you're not talking about Quidditch" He added, smirking "But if you are I must warn you I've heard great things about my, uh, level."

[alecto mileena carrow]

Mmm.. It seemed that the Hufflepuff Quidditchplayer was changing his moves. He flew around Alecto, as if she was his prey. A small smirk escaped her. She would never be anyone's prey, she'd made that promise to herself when she'd found out Rabastan had taken her virginity away for just a simple bet of ten firewiskey bottles. Nope, nobody would ever make her fall in love again, and nobody would ever make her feel like a victim. But if it was for the sake of the game they were about to play, then so be it. Role playing was always fun, she figured, and if that meant she needed to be young and helpless, she'd gladly change the pattern for a minute or tow.

You see, most hufflepuffs she'd slept with - yes, there were quite a few though she would never admit that to anyone, had always been, ah, well.. timid. They was no way you could deny that they were goody-two-shoes, always trying to do what was best for others in contrary to the Slytherins who only did was was best for themselves and perhaps if you were lucky their kind.. But that was only if you came across a really nice Slytherin who had been on the verge with going to Ravenclaw or Gryffindor when the sorting hat had been pulled out. She'd always been the one in control back then, pushing them around, telling them what to do.. It was nice to see the change in at least once Hufflepuff.

"No,", she said while her eyes followed Amos as he circled around her. "I'm just trying to see where I can hide you best.. Just so they won't find your body when I'm done with you." A hint of malice was in her words, yet calmly entwined with enough laughter so that it was clear that she was only joking.

"Only a seven?" Alecto's nose curled up. She knew he was joking. You see this was all part of their game, it was clear to see that they had the hots for each other, but still they couldn't hold back on teasing each other, trying to let the other believe that they weren't attracted to one another.. Which of course they were. She grinned again, a thing that often happened when she was around Amos. Even in the Great Hall when they weren't even talking to each other - cause lord knows it would be social suicide if anyone of them tried to speak to each other when in the presence of others.- and their looks just crossed, she couldn't help but grin. Narcissa had nudged her more than often, catching her while she was grinning at the Hufflepuff. She would always ask why that stupid grin was on her face, but Alecto would always shrug it off with something like. "Just thinking about next Quidditch game.. going to glue him to his broom.". And then that discussion ended too.

"I'll beat you anytime.", she spoke back, nose sticking in the air with pride. "At both of those games.", her head cocked slightly to the right, following him with her dark green eyes as he hovered next to her. She looked down to his pants. "Now as for your 'level' as you call it... What hasn't been proved can't be known." she added simply biting her lips as she did so.

[Amos Patroclus Diggory]

Like Alecto, Amos Diggory had too, had somewhat secret liaisons with members of rival houses. For Hufflepuffs though, at least so he told himself, it was less of a big deal. It seemed that to Slytherins all the other houses were rivals. Alecto may have teased Amos about the 'typical attributes' of a Hufflepuff boy but quite frankly he didn't care. It had stung when he was younger, just a little confused pre-teen being shouted down with his friends by countless green and silver intimidators. But Amos had learned to shut the critics up with his Quidditch skills and pompously overly-friendly attitude in recent years. Not to mention, it was easier to take insults from enraged Slytherin boys when he knew he'd been in bed with many of their girlfriends at various parties beforehand. Alecto was single though, he reminded himself, and then thoughtfully considered that reminder. Why did he care whether or not Alecto had a boyfriend to piss off? He didn't want to sleep with her, their friendship was just flirty fun, right? It would spoil it if it got in any deeper than that. But Merlin, Amos couldn't deny she looked pretty smoking on that broom.

In fact he was very grateful that Alecto went along with his flirtatious roleplaying like it was second nature to her. It made Amos feel lighter, and he could relax into his own arrogant, smirking flirtation. He raised his eyebrows in fake surprise as Alecto teased him about hiding his body, chuckling slightly. He had to give it to Carrow, she had some pretty witty comebacks. Amos often felt jealous of that, he was, admittedly, ever so slightly dim at times. In arguments he was more comfortable settling things with stunning spells or his fists than a battle of wits. It seemed it came very easy to many Slytherins - he often wondered if that was one of the prerequisites for the Sorting Hat; pureblood and sarcastic? "You want to hide my body? But it's so nice!" He smirked, grateful that being in the air had improved his confidence and he was able to think more clearly to come up with his own sarcastic, teasing comments. "'Done with me' eh? Dear Alecto, I didn't know you had it in you." He couldn't resist it, he had to add "Yet". That was an example of the one tracked mind and the adventurous streak flying gave him, the Hufflepuff supposed.

Pretending to scrutinise his previous score, Amos leaned back (still freehand) on his broom and squinted, raising his eyebrows at Alecto. It was harder to tell if she was joking now, from her wrinkled nose and rather snooty expression. He knew very well that Alecto rarely lost her cool - certainly not over some Hufflepuff that was vaguely attracted to her right? But against his better judgement Amos choose to believe that she cared what he rated her. He wondered suddenly if Nessa would like to be rated, she'd easily get an eight or more, but he didn't think she'd appreciate it. He shook the thought of Nessa from his head and focused on scrutinising Alecto's curvaceous body again. What the bloody hell was he thinking about Vanessa for, she wasn't even his girlfriend right, and he should be concentrating on the beautiful girl in front of him. He gulped, suddenly noticing Alecto had moved closer next to him in the sky and her gaze had slipped - was she looking at his crotch?! Amos alternated between a simultaneous thought of 'oh shit' and 'fuck yeah!' and found when he delivered his late reply his voice rasped slightly.

"Well.. it's hard to tell if you're more than a seven ... When you're wearing all those clothes" He smirked, finding his feet again (metaphorically, they were at least fifty feet in the air) and adding another low impressed whistle at her challenge. "'Beat me' Carrow? I do hope you're only talking about Quidditch, I'm not the kinky type. I'm not surprised that you are though" He grinned, half-setting himself up for a slap, or something else.

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[alecto mileena carrow]

leaning a little further to the front of her broom, Alecto Carrow softly glided closer to Amos. It was disturbing how nice he really was, in her eyes he was truly a good guy, one of those you didn't come across all that often. Yeah, he might be a womanizer, and he may have slept with at least half of the female population in Hogwarts, but there was something about him that made it clear that deep down Amos Diggory was a nice guy.. Unlike her. Most people would call her cold and calculated, which of course she was,... but somewhere under that thick layer of skin, there was still the girl that used to be there, the one who could actually be nice to people, the one who'd smile sweetly and laugh at even the dumbest jokes... but you rarely saw her, Alecto didn't let her out much, for it was back in those days when she'd actually been nice that people had hurt her the most.

She grinned, her hands catching the front of his broom as she softly pulled him closer. Her lips snaked into a generous curve that was slightly mocking. "We could always hit the showers after we're finished with this practice.", she said softly, her voice full of mischief. "We'll see if that seven stays a seven.." She leaned back, letting her hands drop of his broom when she flew off again, her hair bellowing in the wind as she sped up, only once looking behind her and shouting. "Well, what are you waiting for, are you going to out fly me, or what?"

She needed to get on her broom, the thoughts of Rabastan were coming back to her mind, and she needed to forget about what had been done to her, else she'd be sulking all day, and honestly, she had had enough of that. Lately she'd spend too much time thinking about what had happened a few years ago, and it needed to change.

The wind felt so good, just what she needed to get back into her own system. Recently she'd thought way too much about Rabastan and how he had made her an entire different person from when she'd only been fourteen. It was strange how many people had forgotten about that Alecto Carrow, back then she hadn't even been nasty towards the other houses, she'd just ignored them mostly because it would have been social suicide to be actually nice to them. But well, the good Lestrange had changed that completely, she was now what most people would consider a B.I.T.C.H., and she was sure that a lot of people would remember her even years after they'd left Hogwarts. So perhaps it was true what they were saying, nice people rarely make history.

She flew around the three hoops, circling them one by one before she finally looked back at Amos, winking before her broom took off again. It leaped towards the ground, steeper and steeper so that her dark hair was flying behind her, she was only a few yards away from the ground, soon she'd have to pull her broom up, but she wanted to wait a little longer. The ground was coming dangerously close, others might think that Alecto Carrow had lost control of her broom, but she still knew what she was doing, she pulled up, just in time, flying perfectly horizontal with the ground below her. Stress had left her, the images of Rabastan had deceased for at least a few minutes and now, she was back on track to being the Alecto people expected her to be.

[Amos Patroclus Diggory]

Amos was enjoying himself immensely by this time. The feel of the wind in his hair and the excitement of the Quidditch pitch cheered Amos up at the best of times, and throw in the infamous Alecto Carrow and it was an equation for er - excitement, to put it lightly. But Amos was most pleased at how he was managing to act around the frankly intimidating beautiful girl straddling the broom next to him. He was as cool as a cucumber, teasing Alecto just as much as she was and managing to keep up a friendly rate of a banter with a beautiful Slytherin girl. Amos felt he should be praised, in theory many people would believe Alecto should have had a 'nice Hufflepuff boy' like him strung up by his ankles by now. Not that Amos would mind particularly, if Alecto Carrow was kinky like that. He wouldn't be surprised, after the rumours he'd heard. But it seemed that the rumours about Alecto being a maneater where at least partly true, and her next statement made him lose his cool temporarily.

He felt his confident 'Quidditch Captain' smirk slip fleetingly before returning even wider than before. "...Showers?" He repeated with disbelief, raising a brow. Was she being serious, or was this just another part of the game that they had been playing successfully, tit for tat, up until now? Amos scanned across the Slytherin searchingly, as though to check for signs of a taunt. But he found none. Maybe this was a genuine invitation? After all, Amos thought with trademark pompousness, his Quidditch skills had reduced girls to a-quiver before, it seemed that even hardened Slytherins like Alecto were no match. At this thought, Amos lost his fleeting 'deer in the headlights' look and retained a confident smirk. But Alecto had missed that, and he didn't have time to even form a witty retort for her rhetorical question. Instead, Amos leaned hard on the handle of his broom and sped after Alecto, swearing under his breath as she got a head-start.

Speed wasn't Amos' strong point with regards to Quidditch. Okay so he didn't like to admit having an actual 'weak point', but if pressed Amos would have to admit that he relied more on strategy and aiming at bludgers. But speed was clearly one of Alecto's strengths. Even with a reasonably fast broom Amos couldn't beat her five second head-start and so instead he remained hot on her tail, watching her long dark hair fly out behind her admirably. Fuck, Nessa is hot Amos thought as he nose-dived behind her, admiring how close she could get to the ground.It wasn't until Amos had dismounted clumsily behind Alecto, breathing heavily, that he realised his mistake. Had he mentally referred to Alecto as.. Nessa? Surely that wasn't right, what had he done that for?! Amos tried toshake the confusing thought from his head. Nessa wasn't even his girlfriend, he shouldn't be troubled with a bit of flirting with Alecto. After all it was all innocent.. so far. Still grinning breathlessly, Amos leaned against his now upright broom, leering slightly at the out of breath Alecto.

"So.. about this showering business?"

[alecto mileena carrow]

It quickly became clear that Amos' strength wasn't his speed. Mind you, he was quick, but not as quick as the dark haired Slytherin that had sped up in front of him. Her broom was now hovering just above the ground as she turned herself around, facing Amos as he came only seconds after her. Her breath was a bit deeper than normally, but she was still controlling every part of her body. More strands of hair would have probably come out of her tight ponytail by now, but she didn't mind. After all, she always looked perfect, making sure that no hair was out of place. But when playing quidditch, she could be a real tomboy.

She grinned sheepishly at Amos, the boy really was a sweet guy. And if she would trust people, well, men mostly, he would be the first one she would ever really trust. Yes, he was a womanizer, but he had something about him that made him appear so sincere. But well, she'd never marry a guy like that. If she'd have any say in it, she might, but her father had been very clear to her over the Christmas Holiday. She would marry the man he would pick for her, and yes, she would meet him very soon. Alecto didn't know if it was just bluff, or if her father had actually already found a man suitable for his daughter. She tried to talk some sense into him, but as usual her father wouldn't listen to her. She begged her mother to talk to him, but she'd only shaken her head, meaning that once her father had something in his head, it was not easy to get it out. All the Carrows had that stubbornness to them...

And of course, Amycus had tried to comfort her when she'd been bawling her eyes out in his room, her arms closely wrapped around her brothers neck while his arm had been brushing through her hair. It always soothed her when someone was brushing through her hair, but this time it didn't really seem to help. So yes, here she was in her final year of Hogwarts, flirting around with other guys while her father was on the search for a suitor for his daughter. It weighed heavy upon her shoulders, but though she did not want to admit it, so was the life of one pureblood daughter.

"What about the shower?", she asked him, pushing all the bad thoughts as far away as possible. "You're tired already, Amos?", she teased him while slowly letting her feet hit the ground as she descended her broom. "And I thought you were this big Quidditch Hero." Her words were said with a soft mock, though they were said so softly that you could barely call it mock at all. Heck, it even sounded as a small flirt if you could call it that. Alecto's eyes scanned over his body again, her hand outstretching towards the collar of the shirt he was wearing underneath his protection gear. She pulled him closer, her lips slowly going to his mouth, which she missed by only an inch as she softly started to whisper in his ear: "Of course I mean it. Put your broom away and meet me in the Slytherin Locker room in five minutes. Nobody will know... just you and me.. you can prove if you're really such a big hero as some say you are." Her seductive words lingered in the air as she softly pressed her lips against his, releasing his shirt before she skipped off to the Slytherin Locker Room.

[Amos Patroclus Diggory]

Deep down Amos knew that Alecto was only teasing him about being 'tired already' but the surprise of the offer to share a shower with her had already set Amos on edge. Sure, Alecto was a Slytherin, and sure until now the two had been merely flirtatious private friends, but the mere thought of Alecto Carrow naked and wet made Amos tingle with anticipation. That, coupled with the fact that Alecto had just beat him in their impromptu race had made the Hufflepuff seventh year feel slightly insecure. And so when she teased him about being tired out, his first response was not to make his usual witty retort as his conversation with Lecto usually went. "No!" Amos yelped, slightly embarrassed at the high pitched and incredulous tone of his voice. Quickly he rectified himself with a sheepish chuckle and his best winning grin. "I mean, it takes a lot to tire me out Carrow. I could go for hours" But as ever, his double-entendre came a few seconds too late, and Alecto clearly knew that she had the upper hand. As usual.

Not that Amos minded particularly, if having the upper hand meant that she got to edge to close to him and fiddle with his collar like she was doing right now. His skin, which had already been covered in goosebumps at the lewd images of Alecto running through his head and also the thrill of flying, seemed to raise even more and he gave an involuntary shudder as her lips grazed his ear. She certainly knew what she was doing, Amos had to give that to the girl. He felt well and truly seduced (although he would liked to have thought that his 'witty banter' had seduced Lecto just as much). Amos couldn't believe his luck, she was being serious. As long awaited, their 'friendly rivalry' was finally giving way to something a lot more interesting. "I'll be there Carrow" He rasped somewhat hoarsely against her skin, watching despite himself as she sauntered towards the girls' showers on the Slytherin side of the stands.

As far as Amos was concerned five minutes couldn't go fast enough. He chucked his broom and uniform away with much more vigour and less care than usual, and it wasn't until he was half-way towards the girls' Slytherins quarters, half-jogging wearing his yellow t-shirt and jeans, that a thought not based on ravaging Alecto even crossed Amos' mind. Nessa Laurentius. It hadn't been a conscious thought - he had been reliving the way she purred into his ear 'nobody will know'. At the time Amos had thought it was terribly erotic, and Alecto probably meant that they wouldn't get caught by any patrolling teachers or Prefects. But for Amos thoughts of Nessa immediately entered his head, plaguing him. Would Nessa be hurt if she found out? Amos shook the thought vigorously from his head, stepping into the girls' showers with a shiver. Nessa wasn't even his girlfriend he reminded himself sternly.. but then again, he did like her. A lot. "Carrow?" Amos called, half-to silence the sobering thoughts. He was ruining the heat of the moment worrying like this, and he reminded himself in typical pompous fashion that he was Amos Diggory. He didn't get caught up on one girl and he wasn't hurting anybody - he was Mr. Nice Guy, right?

"It's been five minutes Carrow, chickened out?" Amos called in a teasing tone, smirking despite the fear that she had chickened out and stood him up in some cruel Snake-like prank. Or worse, that he would lose it and chicken out. Amos wasn't sure which would be more embarrassing.

[alecto mileena carrow]

Alecto Carrow hurried towards the showers, quickly putting her Quidditch outfit in her locker. She pulled her clothes off, and walked completely naked through the locker room. Heck, she was alone, so who cared? And it wasn't as if the guys of the Quidditch team hadn't seen her naked yet. They'd either seen her naked during sex, or when they were changing into their Quidditch outfits and back into their normal clothing. Either way, Alecto Carrow had no worries as she stepped in to the showers. The steam was already building up, throwing a seductive and secluded glaze along the Locker Room.

Amos had looked slightly nervous when talking to her though, his cool air that had hung around him during the flying had been washed away. Yet, she didn't think too much of it, most guys trembled when they thought of Alecto and 'shower' in the same sentence. She let the water rush over her hair, dampening it immediately. This was all part of her plan though, nobody could resist a girl that was totally naked, not to mention very wet. She brushed both of her hands through her hair, letting the water drip over her entire skin.

And that was when she heard him call out to her. A cocky grin came upon her lips and she stepped out of the shower, time for the second part of her little plan. Without taking a towel, she walked towards the sound of his voice, he'd called out to her a second time, asking her if she had chickened out. One thing needed to be known about Alecto Carrow, she never, ever chickened out. Certainly not when those things included sex.

She had maybe chickened out in one or two things in her life, numero one being one particular nasty game the Slytherin boys had once tried to play. The game of truth or dare had started quite easily, kiss this guy, do a lapdance on him.. But then. Oh, then, They'd mixed tabasco, chocolate, eggnog and chilly together. She'd looked at the brown mixture, smelled in and she'd known that no way in her life she would ever swallow that nasty thing down with replying. "Guys, you can ask a lot of me, and I swallow almost everything.. But that is just disgusting.." The boys had laughed of course, cause they had made a bet with her that if she chickened out of one of their dares, she'd had to strip completely naked in front of them... in the Slytherin Common Room. Let's just say the other girls didn't get too much attention after that.

So here, she was, walking straight towards Amos, she turned the corner and there he stood. The cocky grin remained on her face as her hand rested firmly upon her hips. "I don't chicken out.", she simply said before walking even closer to him. She was confident about her body, that much was for sure. Her hips swayed, her wet hair dangled in front of her eyes and her prey was right ahead of her. Without any warning, she stood in front of him, her hand dipped down on the front of his pants. She was straight forward, so much needed to be said, and with what she felt, she definately wasn't disappointed. "Good boy.", she winked before moving her mouth over his, letting her lips kiss him. She softly pulled away and took his hand. "Follow me."

[Amos Patroclus Diggory]

When he had called out, a small part (very small) of Amos had hoped that Lecto had chickened out. He felt a bit chicken himself all of a sudden. He kept wondering if this was alright, whether or not just being here meant that he was being cruel to Nessa. Despite the fact that he reminded himself that he and Nessa were not an exclusive 'thing', not even an official 'thing' at all, Amos couldn't help but feel slightly anxious. He did like her a lot after all. But it was hard to focus on that. Although Amos liked to think of himself as a 'pretty nice guy' he had to admit that on top of liking Nessa he also liked Alecto, and sex. And so it was hard to drag himself away from Alecto and the promise of sex. The sound of the Slytherin's voice calling to Amos through the steam focused his current thoughts even more. Suddenly the promise of sex with Alecto become more than a promise because here she was standing naked in front of him, beckoning him. Amos gulped.

The steam, the sight of Alecto dripping wet and naked in front of him and the nagging thought in the back of his mind were all getting a bit much for him. Amos felt a tingle shoot through his spine and a rush of blood to his head and his crotch in equal measure, that made him feel rather woozy. Luckily though, it turned out he didn't need to try to walk as Alecto had already moved closer and actually cupped him before murmuring 'Good boy'. "Fuck.." Amos rasped, rather stupidly perhaps but he couldn't form any more witty remarks in the current situation. He felt his face go red (which he half-debated telling Alecto was from the steam and the heat) and himself get hard. Amos gulped again, and smirked before following Alecto obediently through the locker room, his lips still tingling from her kiss. He couldn't take his eyes off her, and he had been right to assume that she knew exactly what she was doing from the way she shook her hips as she walked. The sight of her long dark hair falling to the small of her back, those shaking hips, that arse, if Amos didn't know better he'd have thought he was dreaming. He sincerely hoped he wasn't.

As though working on auto-pilot now, and getting quite worked up, Amos followed Alecto through the showers, taking off his own t-shirt along the way which was now sticking to him with sweat both from their game and the steam. He was half-tempted to remove his jeans aswell, which were becoming uncomfortably tight, but he placated himself with the knowledge that Alecto would probably remove them with a lot better expertise. But the following was too much tension for him right now. Amos stepped closer and closed the gap between himself and Alecto, and spinning her around he pressed his lips to hers in a kiss that was more forceful than her own teasing peck. He wanted her and now, and in such a way that he wouldn't have to worry about the nagging thoughts of Nessa in his head. Perhaps a little desperately to achieve this end, Amos pressed himself against Alecto and let his hands roam across her body. Perhaps he was taking liberties and in a moment she would push him off and take control again, which he wouldn't mind particularly in most cases but now he didn't want to take things slowly, and he hoped that Alecto would let him keep going, just touching her, just kissing her for a little while longer, because then he didn't have to think about anything else. He had never been much good at multitasking.

[alecto mileena carrow]

Alecto Carrow smirked softly against Amos' lips as she heard his raspy voice utter the word 'fuck'. She nodded, her hand parading up and down his body. "In a second, first you've gotta warm up and get wet." and with that she stepped into the large shower cabinets. Steam was sill spreading all over the place. She pushed the button, stepped under a shower head and beckoned him. The water was running over her naked body, her hair lay in thick wet curls upon her shoulders, cascading down to her back. "Be careful, or you might get your jeans wet." she smiled.

She took a step toward him, her hand ran yet again over his naked upper body before stopping at the hem of his jeans. Her finger dipped beneath the surface, tracing a soft line along his lower abdomen. Quidditch had sure made him muscular enough, and by the sight of it, his abdomen weren't the only thing that was quite to her liking. She licked her lips involuntarily, a trait she often had while being so caught up in the moment as she bend through her knees. Her eyes never looked away from him, she winked, smiled coyly and finally her hands left the inside of his jeans.

One by one, she undid the buttons of his trousers, her grin never faltering from her lips. She'd wanted this for so long. It wasn't a secret that Alecto liked sex, but Amos, well, he still was slightly different. He was handsome, he was fun, he was everything she could fall for if she would ever be ready to fall in love again. Fat chance though, 'Lecto didn't do love. It was frustrating that even after this entire Rabastan-stage, she still found the bloody bloke was hot. She should just forget about him and his ripped stomach and his nice hair and.. oh fuck, she should just forget about everything about this guy. He was bad news that was for sure.

Trying to push the thoughts of Rab to the back of her mind, Alecto undid the last button of Amos' jeans. Her hands pulled at both sides of the pants, taking them down with her as she motioned him to step out of it. His shoes and socks were already off, so it wasn't that hard...

You see, this is what always happens when she gets her mind fixed on Rabastan. She becomes this person that won't back down from anything, one that doesn't show her freight, nor let others decide of what they could do with her. These were the moments that she needed to be in control, to show the guy that nobody in the whole wide world could own her.

She stood up, the water still rushing over her. Amos was standing there, she'd only left his boxers on. Now there were two options in this story. Either she would just control him, tell him what to do and how to do it.... or she could try to be nice, let go of the control she had over people.. and for once really feel something.

She swallowed, but her smile never faded from her lips. Her brother would see that it was a fake on, the one she always had when she was nervous or insecure. And right now, she was both of them. Sex didn't scare her, not at all. It was letting the other person have control over you, giving him the chance to ruin you within seconds.

Of course, Amos wouldn't do that. Or so she tried to tell herself, and this was only sex, so why should she worry. She breathed in, secretly counting till three until she stepped closer again. Her arms draped around her neck, and she let him kiss her again while all the time her naked body was only shielded from him by his boxers.

[Amos Patroclus Diggory]

All of a sudden things had become very serious. Until now Amos had managed to keep his cool, reasonably well at least given the fact that he was being beckoned by a sensational, dripping wet and naked Alecto Carrow. Weaker men may have lost their heads already but not Amos Diggory. Or at least so he hoped. For now it was going okay, she hadn't kicked him out of the showers once he tried to kiss her anyway if that was anything to go by. Not that it was likely because it was Lecto who was the one enticing him right now, but Amos retained a mild suspicion of the girl. She was, after all, a Slytherin if nothing else, and he had heard of Slytherin seductresses doing worse things. One of his room-mates had been seduced by a sixth-year Slytherin who Petrificus Totalus'd him right at the er.. opportune moment and left him in a rather awkward position for hours until he was stumbled across by a rather frightened pair of Gryffindor prefects. But Amos told himself that today was not going to be like that, Alecto appeared to be enjoying the kissing if nothing else.

Amos almost groaned with impatience when she moved away. He was certain that Alecto had better ideas of fore-play but Amos was a man that never thought that far ahead, he wasn't the sharpest pencil in the box by his usual standards and right now the blood that usually flowed to his bludger-beaten brain was busy elsewhere. Quickly stifling the groan, Amos watched, entranced, as Alecto disappeared off to the showers, gazing dumbly at how the water dipped in her collarbones and curved over the breasts he was caressing just a moment ago. Amos wasn't inexperienced, he had had sex in a shower before, but it wasn't an entirely pleasant experience. The girl he had done it with then... her name was Hannah, if memory served, perhaps Anna, anyway, was very into the idea of it being erotic and romantic, but Amos didn't get the appeal. He had bruised his tailbone pretty badly at one point, actually. But Alecto looked different. Somewhere, dimly, in the very very back of his mind Amos registered that she was putting on a very spectacular show, and that she must have been well practiced. He didn't think that made her a slut, nor did he mind much, but Amos couldn't help but wish a little that he could make her be a little more.. normal, or herself. The idea of a show made him a little nervous, once he properly thought about it, because then he should have a part to play too.

He wasn't worried particularly that he wasn't up to Lecto's standards, but again, Amos never thought ahead much, especially during sex. He liked to think he had a natural talent for that, and overthinking it might make him fuck it up somehow. Not that there was much time to worry about it. She was out of the shower now, and she was... Amos gulped and bit back another raspy swear word. She was on her knees. He felt his heartrate speed up as she unbuttoned his jeans and he was sure now that she was putting on a show by how teasingly slow she pulled them down. He stepped out of his trousers, stumbling a little and looked down at his now nearly-naked form. He wasn't sure whether or not to be embarrassed or proud for how his boxers were tenting obscenely at the front. Amos mentally shook himself. Embarrassed?! Why the bloody hell would be be embarrassed, he should be ecstatic! He was never normally conscious of his Quidditch-toned figure, nor did he feel this uneasy when a girl was naked and stripping him. So what was wrong? Amos shut his eyes and tried to block out the thoughts, groaning audibly this time as Alecto pressed against him. He gulped and tried to concentrate on her body to get rid of his anxiety.

He ran his hands through her hair, dipping his head to nibble along her neck and collar bones, and let his hands slip lower. But still no matter where he touched her Amos couldn't get rid of his bad feeling. He tried to concentrate further... Alecto's shoulders ... Lecto's breasts ... Alecto's arse... Nessa's arse Amos opened his eyes with a start and stumbled backwards, breathing raggedly as though he had just finished a run. "I can't" He managed to croak finally, picking his jeans from the wet floor to try to cover his still tented boxers. "I'm-I'm sorry Alecto I just can't do it." He blushed a little and drew himself up taller realising his mistake. "I mean I could! Physically Icould! But it's not ... it just doesn't feel right." Amos finished in a mumble, rubbing the back of his neck and suddenly conscious that they were both nearly nude. He tried to scramble into his jeans and attempted a placatory shrug at Alecto (he was still too freaked out to manage a smile) not realising that this could be embarrassing for her too in the slightest. Again, he's not the fastest broom in the cupboard, Amos.