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[DAHLIA YVETTE DE LUCA]

Of late the atmosphere at Hogwarts had become to be more than she could all together handle. Dahlia was forever trying to please far too many people and all the different figures in her life, and though everyone doubted she gave a flying fuck about the way she was perceived, it wasn't true, she just didn't care about the way others outside the people she had invested her feelings in. Everything was beginning to feel much more complicated of late, what with the flurry of feelings that seemed to accompany every normally simple moment. As she walked slowly she longed for normalacy in her life, something she thought she would never ever, want to have. Up until this day her life had been about trying to milk every last bit you could from the things given to you, but right now she wouldn't pass up a quiet day of reflection accompanied by someone who could act as a breath of fresh air to her.

Though with the absence of her elder sister for the first time in six years, she finally felt as if she were allowed to flourish within herself and become the girl she knew she had always meant to be. There was a sleeping form of confidence and charm inside her, and there was no way she was going to graduate from this school without allowing those she had grown up with to finally see. She would no longer be not good enough for Slytherin, she would be perfect for Gryffindor, though the task unnerved her slightly.

Letting a slow sigh slip between her pouted lips she concentrated once more on the path before her. The path by the forest was as always, treacherous but even in high heels she made her way easily along it, six years of practice guiding her feet towards the more passable ground. Looking up towards the mass of the trees, eyes drinking in the never ending sight of the forbidden forest she finally felt a glimmer or happiness. Though the sight of the endless wall only cemented her feelings of being trapped in a never ending teenage drama cycle and she tugged her eyes away quickly.

"URGH!" she managed, small slender hands flying up in distress as she whipped herself around to allow her eyes to search the sprawling lawns of grass that stretched out either side of her. Not too far away a few younger girl stood chattering, packing their things away into their bags as they eagerly hurried them towards the school to avoid being caught out after the imminent curfew. Dahlia as head girl was, of course immune, she had even volunteered her help in checking out the grounds for stragglers just to assure herself free roam of the lawned area of the school.

[jasper]

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Jasper was rather happy, to be honest. School had but restarted a few weeks ago, and given that it was his final year here, he had been able to slip back into routine all too easily. NEWTs, as scary as that idea sounded to any seventh year, seemed like nothing to him. But then again, when was Jasper ever concerned about something like that? He didn't even work hard when it came to studies. Somehow someway, he must have been born with the intelligence gene, for even without study he got good grades. Not all Oustandings, but there were Exceeds Expectations and what not. The only dastardly bad grade that he got was in Divination, but that was a lot of poppycock in the first place. Herbology too, because he certainly did not like rolling around in the dirt. He did pretty well for History of magic, because of his insane need to learn all he could about his past. Jasper had a very enviable past, and heritage, after all.

He was interested in learning about past events, in general.

Nonetheless, the shift back to school was easy for him, and within those few weeks he had easily assumed back the nonchalant attitude that was even more prominent than his normal self. The holidays had dulled that attitude, but with the ability to be in power once again - the first years had nothing on him - he had been, in lame terms, 'reawakened'. Giving a glance around his surroundings, he noted that he had strayed off his walk towards the lawns. Instead of heading to the courtyard, as he had once intended to, he had now headed towards the Forbidden Forest instead. He couldn't blame himself though. The Forbidden Forest held a mysterious allure around it, and anyone with the least bit of curiosity would be inclined to explore. For the Carlyle, however, that had been a feat he had accomplished in his third year, and there was nothing interesting there indeed. Not unless you were willing to go all the way in and face the dangerous creatures there.

However, there was no denying that the scenery there was pretty, and would make an excellent spot to take his evening walk. He'd make it back before curfew, doubtlessly, or even if he didn't, he'd slip past most and make it back to the Common Room. The Head of House wouldn't dare to report him, because Slytherin still desired to win the House Cup, no matter how strange it may be. The silence was only punctuated with the soft crinkling of the leaves against his shoes, along with the random humming that came with his presence. As he heard the tell-tale bell that indicated curfew would begin in half an hour, he duly ignored it, continuing his walk along. And it was then that he stumbled across a familiar figure, but a few steps in front of him. A smile spread across his face as he increased his pace, arriving with a flourish beside the figure's side. "Miss me, love?"

[/color] he said in French to the other, a wicked grin already there as he looked at her. There was something that drew Jasper to the other, and she knew it as well as he did. Surely she wouldn't mind his presence?

Well, he wasn't going to remove himself even if she did.

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[DAHLIA YVETTE DE LUCA]

The night was still as it settled around her bare shoulders, tickling the tawny skin with it's cool caress as she stood alone and silent, facing the giant stone structure that was to be her home for less than one year. Often she had stood here, eyes shiny with memories as the moon hung behind her, a constant reminder that she should be carrying out her duties rather than gazing longingly at the sight that had suddenly become so limited to her. How many people ever came back to this place? Unless they joined it's growing ranks of the staff or their child got into a dangerous predicament? Dahlia wasn't counting on either happening, which just made the harsh reality that the place she had tried so hard to please, would no longer be part of her life momentarily. Of that's how it felt anyway, the first month of school had sailed by, surely the rest of the year would follow in a similar fashion.

Suppressing a sigh that held all her troubles and worries in one, a vocal representation of the lost feeling she felt often now. When her sister had left, Dahlia had expected life at school to suddenly leap into amazing, to suddenly become everything she had ever wanted and her status to shoot to golden child queen bee that her sister had previously possessed, it hadn't been such a way, her enemies had remained her enemies, her critics had remained her critics and her friends had remained everly loyal, as just that, her friends. Was she foolish to think things would become easier just because the presence of her dictator sister had disappeared?

The sound of footsteps behind her on the loose earth of the path was the first thing that alerted her to the presence of him, but from distance she couldn't discern his identity of course, not even after this time. In truth she had expected it to be someone of no significance to her, a student out of bounds that was vainly trying to slip through the net of the teachers, prefects and head students that sought to punish them. It was for this reason that she had pretended to be so unaware, she was a Head Girl yes, and before that a Prefect, but she had no love of turning in her fellow student body to be punished by those that sought to ruin them, especially since the witch hunt had began. As a pureblood she was as much at risk as any of them, it was only her status as the Head Girl that prevented her from taking the brunt of the abuse that was suddenly hurled at people like hers way.

Teachers had no choice to treat her as she deserved, no matter what her blood status. She had expected the unknown visitor to have left by now, and her mind sank into the atrocities that were becoming so common place at her school, it was because of this that she missed the close quarters footsteps and the whisper of his breath as he sought to survive. With a small gasp her mind triggered the alarms, she was not alone, and the silky voice that snaked around her was just another reminded. The accent was clear and familiar, reminding her of her youth in the small villages of France, but it was too familiar. Though she fought it constantly, a small smile curled the corners of her slightly pinched lips. Turning swiftly she saw him grin at her through the darkness, pearly white teeth shining in the moonlight. It would have been usual for her to roll her eyes at such a greeting, but would he even see it? I would say no but you never would believe me.

[jasper]

( SOME MIGHT SAY )

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Once again, he was very amused by Dahlia. A pureblood herself, it seemed but a great pity that she had been sorted into Gryffindor. Slytherin could use more purebloods, and definitely more beauties. Why yes, Jasper wouldn't even be shameless about it. He thought Dahlia astoundingly beautiful - why else would he have dated her once before? They were an odd couple, really. Together, apart, together, apart, no one knew exactly the true nature of their relationship. Neither did the two of them, really. The two partipating members were probably the most clueless about what type of relationship they had. A great pity, but not one that was completely unsolvable.

It didn't stop him from being flirty with her. "I wuld say you're lying, beautiful, because you know you missed me,"

[/color] he said unabashedly, his green eyes alight with amusement as he sidled closer, putting himself in pace with her as they walked together on the path near the Forbidden Forest. It seemed so natural, the way that they traveled together - one wouldn't believe that they were the worst of enemies sometimes. He kept a cordial smile on his face though, deciding that in this silence, it was probably best if he initiated conversation, since he initiated contact in the first place. Tucking his hands into the warmth of his coat - stylish and warm, an excellent piece of clothing - he looked at her, his eyes studying her as he asked, "So how was your holiday? It's been rather hard to get near you, you know, so pardon me if it's rather late."[/color] Jasper smiled once again, his facial muscles working as they pulled his mouth wider, a brighter and bigger smile evident.

On that same token about the holiday, he added, "And might I say, I think the holiday treated you well. You look more ravishing than ever."[/color] The way his eyes glinted probably indicated that his thoughts were anything but pure, but thankfully under the cover of the moonlight, his expression in his eyes were easily hidden. After all, the only things that had their lights glow in the dark were animals, and Jasper certainly was not one. He was able to talk to snakes though, if that counted. But Dahlia, who he considered among one of his more intimate allies did not know of this. How could she, given that it was a secret, as well as his relationship to Herpo the Foul? No one cared much for Herpo the Foul, after all, so it was a well-kept secret that his family was the latest strand of descendants of said dark wizard. Imagine if that secret leaked out - not the ideal situation, and Jasper doubted that he would be able to keep up such an easy going life that he was more than used to. Keeping the smile on his face in place, he glanced at Dahlia again, his attention having been on the floor for a moment as he waited for her to speak.

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[DAHLIA YVETTE DE LUCA]

It was funny how the presence of the boy that was making his way, side by side on her aimless rambling, always seemed to appear when she least expected. Maybe it was the slytherin in him that allowed him to slip through her grasp on those few occasions that she actually chose to seek him out for her own delight, he never seemed to find a pattern for his life that he could fit into happily, making it impossible to discern his movements of the day. Dahlia, however was much more uniform, her days worked like clockwork, wake up, get dressed, go for breakfast, get in any last minute homework then attend classes, evenings were dedicated to her work, with free time for her friends thrown in if she had finished, after that came her Head Girl duties, if anyone wanted to locate Miss De Luca, they had to observe her for no more than a day to learn her location.

It was no doubt the thing that allowed him to recognize her shadowy silhouette as she had made her way beneath the hanging canopy of the trees. Though her words had been nonchalant and slightly sarcastic, there was a genuine flicker of happiness inside her at the sight of him, despite his unfortunate house the boy before her never allowed their time together to become insignificant, whether they were hurling abuse at each other through gritted teeth, convincing themselves that they were actually meaning everything they said, or entangled with each other in some very compromising position. Dahlia wasn't sure what Jasper was to her exactly, but whatever he was, he was remaining that way for a long time. His words brought a small smile to her lips and she fought the urge to roll her eyes at him as she was so often prone to do. Why do I suspect that to admit to such a thing would earn me more trouble than if I were to not feelings were something that they often didn't discuss, because of course, everyone knew where such a troublesome thing as that could lead.

Allowing him to sidle closer to her side she watched his green eyes flash with amusement, noting his excellent attire as always, even on such a mild night when there were no judging eyes to fix upon him, Dahlia herself had opted for a slightly less stylish outfit, her denim shorts had been hacked at one too many times and the few inches of material that remained was half frayed, a shadow of the jeans they had once been. On top she wore a simple white vest, the stretchy material clinging to her every curve in a way that wouldn't allow it to become just casual. Around her neck was the emblem of her house, a long maroon scarf fell down, half used around her neck, not even making a full encirclement of the elegant tawny expanse.

As the conversation turned to her holiday, memories rushed through her, unbidden but unstoppable as she remembered the months she had spent back in her home country. France was beautiful as always, I'm sure you know, but my family are as infuriating as ever the De Luca's were a prominent pure blood family in France, linked for generations with the Dark Arts and famed for their sheltered minds, they were avid supporters of the Death Eaters and had a hatred for all those who did not 'deserve' their magic. With Dahlia siding much more with the liberals, she was obviously outcaste slightly from her family, in both countries. Turning back to him, a twinkling smile hiding the slightly pain she felt at her position during the holidays. And yours? With his extra words she kept the smile pinned, the compliments were common when they were together but she felt no need to reply or accept it formally, he would know she had appreciated it.

[jasper]

( IF THERE'S NO DISAGREEMENTS )

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"Well, I was going to say that if you disagreed about the ravishing part, I would have to play the role of ravishing you in a broom cupboard, although I am very much more partial to a bed,"

[/color] he said cheekily, not the least bit embarrassed at the words that were coming from his own mouth. It was in his nature to be frank when it came to such topics, and he was completely at ease when he talked about such issues. Winking at her as a sly grin formed at his words, he moved to roll the sleeves of his shirt up. While it was considerably cold since autumn had thus begun, Jasper was not the least bothered. He had grown up in considerably colder conditions than this, for Paris was merciless with it's winter. If he had been in Beauxbatons and grown up in that area, he supposed the story would be different. The place where Beauxbatons was located was warmer, and there wasn't that much cold. If he had been one of those, perhaps now he would be wearing more than one layer of clothing - a few layers, all stylish clothes of course. Never would he dare to roll his sleeves up.

However, as it stands, such conditions here were nothing for him, and as the boy loosened his collar by a button - appearances were one thing, but at the moment it was stifling, and loosening one button never hurt anyone, right? Now a few more, and that was an entirely different situation. As he let his gaze flicker to the night sky while her voice filled for the silence that came with their environment, talking about the summer that he had asked about. "There is no better place than France,"[/color] he remarked proudly, the obviously bias for his hometown obvious. He was born in France, raised in France, and England was nothing compared to it, let alone Scotland where Hogwarts resided in. His tone bore the slight evidence of pride, but it slid on as he listened to the rest of her statement. "My offer stands, you are always welcome to spend the holidays with me. Father and Mother hardly care,"[/color] he said in what could have been one of the moments where his tone was actually polite, a startling change from his normal drawl. It came and went though, and he changed his attention back to her question about his holidays. The corners of his lips lifted into an awkward smile as he cupped the back of his head with his hands, giving a lazy shrug.

"Nothing much. Went to the beach."[/color] And saw a few ladies in less clothing than normal and had my fill of summer flings, his mind added cheekily in return. This summer his parents had brought him to the beach, and where there were beaches there were bound to be ladies in bikinis, and with his own hotel room, he had entertained more than just a few in the privacy of the four walls. Of course, they were but simple flings - the accomodation only extended to the bed, and no where else. His mind was always too busy on other things - that, and most females didn't give enough spark as Dahlia always did when they did make it to the bed amidst the fighting. She was the one person who always did give him a hella of a time, and Jasper could not fault himself for thinking about it. As his mouth curved into a half-smile, he turned to Dahlia, deciding that since they were not fighting at the moment, now would be as good a time as another. "Speaking of fun things, I hear there's a Halloween ball coming up. Got a date yet, love?"[/color] he asked, his green eyes sliding in her direction as he waited for an answer from her.

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[DAHLIA YVETTE DE LUCA]

Dahlia made a face. Which was evidently and successfully meant to convey her distaste for his suggestion. Can we please never do that again? I had straw stuck in me for weeks as she remembered the little escapade her mood soured, not because of him but it really had quite hurt to pluck splinters of broom from your skin. The words came out slightly sulky and the effect was completely perfectly by a pouty look on her lips. It had been ok for him, he hadn't been the one being pressed into cleaning apparatus and worrying about how many spiders were sizing up the delicious nature of her tawny skin. Catching his wink, her mood lifted once again, as he managed to do so easily with a few words and a well placed look, though if he so pleased he could easily achieve the opposite effect.

Watching him loosen his coat she couldn't help the knowing smile that curled the edges of her light pink lips, though she did try to hide it slightly, not wanting to embarrass him simply because after all this time she found it so easy to read his actions, she could almost imagine the personal turmoil he was going through as to whether or not to allow himself to breathe, really he should have learnt by now that she didn't really care what he was wearing, and she much worked on a less is better ideal. Deciding to skip past the subject she listened to him as he continued the subject of Summer, with anyone else it was a completely off limits subject, it was no secret she was hardly the golden child and if she hadn't loved her home land so much then she was sure she'd attempt to stay in Hogwarts through out the summer holidays as well as the winter. At his words she felt the familiar stirring of warmth in her stomach, a feeling that always made her imagine her insides wrestling for domination. At first she had been afraid of what it meant to react in such a way to Jasper, but such thoughts had long ago fled her mind, now she just cherished moments like this. You know, one of these days I might just have to take you up on that offer either way she would be surrounded by people with no great love for her, but at least in the Carlyle household she would have Jasper, and their house was just darling.

After his answer she lapsed into a slightly silence, enjoying the sound of their feet hitting the soft ground beneath them in sync, moments like this were rare and treasured between them, they were just both too stubborn and opinionated to be on good behavior constantly, after all she was a Gryffindor and he was a Slytherin, sworn enemies. Perking up she listened to him once more, a strange expectant excitement already building inside her as he brought up the subject of the ball. Ever since she had heard of the event she had become slightly nervous, to go alone would be awful and easily avoided, but to go with someone else and have to watch Jasper entertain another girl in front of her would have been, though she wouldn't ever admit it, devastating. I do not, it came out like a musing as she glanced across from him catching his eyes. If she were to tell the whole truth she would have mentioned the handful of boys from her own house that had already asked her, only to be turned down as she secretly held out for her own little Slytherin. I guess I'm just loosing my touch she fired her teasing words at him as she tossed her golden curls.

[jasper]

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A smile spread over his lips, although mock horror had been present just moments before. He had heard the 'could we never do it again?' and instantly images of him never being able to shag Dahlia entered his head. What the hell, he thought to himself, you're not supposed to be so affected. But for some reason or the other, he was affected indeed. One could only say that the sigh that came after the end of her sentence was nothing short of great relief. Why he had done that, he didn't know, but now was certainly not the time to find out. Nor was he willing to admit that perhaps, somewhere in there, he considered Dahlia more than just a normal girl he'd take to bed often. Shaking his head, the smile still in place, he drawled, "Which is why I said I was more partial to a bed, love. And of which I am half-tempted to ship you there right now."

[/color] A flirtatious expression on his face as he smiled at the other, kept his hands to himself, a feat that was nothing short of being admirable for him.

Smiling when she said that she would consider his offer, he leaned closer to her, bring his lips near her ear. Not quite touching, but not quite as distanced as before. "Oh, please do,"[/color] he murmured, the ghost of a smile there before disappearing promptly as he parted his lips to speak again. "The holidays do get so lonely. And my bed is so cold."[/color] A lie at best, for one who knew him probably knew that his bed was almost occupied at the other half by a woman, and was only cold in the morning - he tended to make sure that they were out before he woke up. So the cold was true, if only the time was meant to be specific. Giving her a smile as he drew away from her, the corner of his lip lifted slightly, giving her a half-smile as he shrugged. "Mother and father would be happy to see you, too,"[/color] for Dahlia was a pureblood, and his parents would not reject anyone like that. No worries about tainting of the blood - Herpo the Foul's bloodline would not pass into a half-blood; over their dead bodies, he could envision them saying, their expressions livid if he were to ever tell them that they were to have a half-blood grandchild. He had to bite back a laugh - how would he explain to Dahlia if she asked him why he was laughing. "I'll make sure you're not the least bored when you're at my house."[/color]

He laughed again, a throaty one as he looped his arm around her shoulder instead of linking it with hers. Brown hair falling and covering his eyes as he looked at her, he retorted, "You are not. And if you were, I would not hear of it. The mighty Gryffindor unable to secure a date? You're kidding. The only way you could have done that is if you rejected every poor bloke who asked you, or you're waiting for someone."[/color] Jasper himself was dateless, for he had not yet asked anyone. Certainly, he could get anyone he wanted if he set his mind to it - but Slytherin was limited in terms of choices, and Jasper was not that keen on bringing anyone he couldn't properly enjoy later on. Licking his lips as he turned his head to the sky for a moment, he looked at Dahlia again a moment later, a knowing smirk on his lips already. "If the former, then well, you have your own self to blame for being dateless. If the latter, tell me who that jerk is and I'll beat him up, so that I can properly ask whether you'd be interested in going to the ball with me?"[/color] Good ol' Jasper, no such thing as asking a direct question. Everything had to be twisted in some way, for frankness and being blunt were never his traits. He liked skirting the questions, and was prone to aversion of many things.

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[DAHLIA YVETTE DE LUCA]

Watching his facial features stream from one look to another brought a smile to her face no matter how hard she fought it. Though she hadn't taken any of the looks to be anything over than jovial fun so she moved on quickly thinking nothing of the moment they had just shared. The sigh did make her laugh however, as she took it to mean he was taking the hardship of never being able to seduce the poor Gryffindor around spiky implements again. Don't worry Jasper honey the words were teasing and a smirk curled her slightly pink lips as she met his eyes I'm sure you can find somewhere else a little more accommodating, giving him a break from her voice she listened to the sound of her pumps as they flattened the earth beneath her feet, Dahlia was suddenly enjoying this situation immensely, it was proof that the two could share kind and even affectionate words with each other without having to resort to physical contact. Listening to him speak she kept the small smile on her face that she had summoned from the epiphany she had just had, I have to agree with you on that matter, the Slytherins dormitories to have a certain charm after all maybe being sorted into the house of her ancestors wouldn't have been that bad, except for all the idiots she was surrounded by.

Giving a small tinkling laugh she gave a shake of her head, Trying to get me out of my duties again Jasper? secretly she had begun to calculate the few remaining minutes that she was required to roam the grounds of the castle, but she wasn't about to let on that she was quickly trying to figure out how long it was until she could potentially be tumbling between the sheets with him. It had been her distraction that missed his movement and caused her to genuinely feel surprise when his breath blew against the sensitive skin of her ear, sending the beginning of a tickling chill down through her neck and her spine. Recovering quickly and making sure that she showed little shine of her reaction for she must save face she pricked her attention. Forcing herself to roll her glittering green eyes towards the heavens she stopped her walking and turned her face towards his where it still hovered millimeters from her face, What kind of a temptation is a cold ben Mr Carlyle? there was a authoritative ring to her voice but she was evidentially teasing him, after all, she was no fool, though she liked to think she was at the top of the pile she was under no illusion that she was the only woman he crammed into the hours of his day. Fighting the temptation to ask him how he could possibly spend the entire summer with one girl and one girl alone she instead gave him a fleeting smirk. I'm sure they would there were few people back home in France that her family had bothered to tell the outrageous story about how their darling Dahlia had been put in the traitorous house of Gryffindor, she was actually glad for the shame they felt as it meant that when she was in her home country she was treated just as she had always been. Feeling the warmth of his laugh spread over her she focused once more, staring into the eyes that were so close to her own. My, aren't you the gentlemen Dahlia knew exactly what he had meant by such a statement, and though her eyes attempted to chastise him she couldn't help the grin.

It was an automatic movement by her as she moved into his body, allowing his arm to snake over her shoulders and through her tumbling hair, it was easy to forget the criticizing opinions of others when they were in such a place away from prying eyes, Dahlia could even pretend that they were going to live happily ever after at times like this, you just couldn't keep a romantic at bay constantly. Easing herself into the conversation once more she fought the urge to droop her head onto his shoulder. Giving a small and slightly uneasy laugh she kept her eyes averted, not wanting him to catch on that his words were quite close to the truth, You have too much faith in me she almost muttered, keeping the smile from her lips, she wouldn't hear the end of it if she voiced that she'd rather go alone than with any of the annoying boys from her house. Mustering the courage to look back up at him, she found his eyes gazing upwards towards the sky, something that he was one to do often. A look of innocence was already on her features when he spoke once more, giving a sweet smile she raised her eyebrows Can you simply not believe that no one has asked me? another laugh ripped from her at his words and she finally did roll her eyes sincerely, If you ask me straight I may be able to muster a hint of interest.

[jasper]

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He smirked, before drawling in reply, "Perhaps one of the younger years. I do recall a fourth year - a half-blood, pity, but she looked so fine..."

[/color] He trailed off on purpose, before giving a smile laugh at his own foolishness. And her, if she believed he would sleep with a fourth year. While he was notorious for his womanizing ways - tsk boy, tsk - there was a certain line he himself did not enjoy crossing. Fourteen years were just no fun, after all. He only started from sixteen, and fifteen if he really thought the girl would be good. Promiscuous? That came with meeting him; part of his reputation, after all. Besides, they weren't that good in bed when they were younger. Superficial? Not at all, just being Jasper. He laughed knowingly when she said that perhaps it wouldn't have been bad to be sorted into Slytherin, and the House Pride that rarely reared its head chose to appear at that moment. "I hear the other dorms restrict males going into the female dorms. Pity, don't you think?"[/color] The predatory curl of the lips, the lift of an eyebrow as he waited for a response, teasing her and looking all too smug at the same time. It was this Slytherin trait anyone who was in there seemed to have - positively infuriating, he had been told.

Too bad.

"You know you enjoy it,"[/color] he stated pointedly, a knowing expression on his face as he regarded her silently, prompting a response from her with his stoic expression. Immediately though, he changed his expression, presenting a cordial one as he teased, "Joking. I wouldn't dare."[/color] And what a lie that was, for he certainly dared. He certainly dared to whisk her away if she allowed it, and they would head for the nearest bed - because she did say that she disliked broom cupboards. He would be kind about that. Perhaps the Room of Requirement would live up to its name, hmm? Although, he did wonder whether they would even make it up to the seventh floor, given his impatient nature and his even greater lust. It was the biggest fault and weakness of his - the boy was a ball of hormones. While he was able to hold in most of his feelings, it was hard to control his body's needs in terms of relieving itself of the build up of sexual tension. Odd? Well, everyone needed a flaw, disgusting or not. He was good in bed, and was addicted to the act of 'making love', as some put it eloquently. Problem, but easily dealt with with the people that were around him. Who knew the girls at Hogwarts were as horny as he was? Not that he was complaining in the least.

"Am I not always?"[/color] he retorted earnestly to her comment on how he was a gentleman, snorting at the idea that he wasn't. He hadn't been raised to be one - his parents hadn't that high expectations of a boy like him, but he had decided to adopt such a persona anyway. It charmed ladies effectively, he would mention unabashedly. And it got him dates, which a self-respecting boy of seventeen needed to feel good about himself. And Jasper fit that requirement perfectly. He held his breath unconsciously when she chose to look at him, eyes meeting his own as she spoke about her situation on the dates. He tried his best to listen, he really did, but for some reason he kept getting distracted by her face. It was a unique type of beauty. Not beautiful - he called many that, so it would be rude to apply that to her - but in a stunning way. She could walk into a room and instantly grab anyone's attention, as obvious by the way he spotted her almost immediately on the start of his walk into the forest. "A hint only?"[/color] he murmured curiously, before putting on a woeful look. "How the might have fallen! You'd only be slightly interested,"[/color] he cried dramatically, although it wasn't that successful since he never fancied himself a drama queen. Beaming at her, he straightened himself, shaking his head.

"But then, who am I to deny a lady of her wishes?"[/color] he remarked lightly, before halting their walk by stepping in front of her. Placing a lazy grin on his face as his green-grey eyes were locked with her own, he gave a slight bow, inclining the upper half of his body as he murmured in a amiable tone, "Would you like to with me to the Halloween Ball, Miss Dahlia? I know you would."[/color] The latter part was added in jest as he winked at her, chortling as he waited for a response with patience that was somewhat astounding for someone like him. His eyes searched her face, waiting with anticipation - was that him not breathing?! - for an answer, finding himself nervous. One of those rare moments, and he wondered why, although that query was soon dismissed as he listened to her answer.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/font][/size][/justify]

[DAHLIA YVETTE DE LUCA]

The slow drawling banter, typical of two people such as themselves who had noticeably comfortable place in the world, continued. Though Dahlia did not play off her heritage and her blood, she knew others were well aware of it and with it being so close to summer she was finding it hard to shake off the shameful feelings of superiority that came from having her ego stroked throughout the summer months by those that held her family so high up on a pedestal, Dahlia was scared of breaking her neck if she were to fall. Trying to slip back into herself somewhat she let Jasper's words flow over her until she forced her consciousness to grab at it and reel it in. Making a face as she processed it she tossed him a teasing scowl Oh come on Jasper, if you're going to replace me at least make it something proper like a nice Slytherin girl, not a little halfblood fourth year there was a hint of disgust in her voice that was supposed to be mocking, but was actually slightly genuine. I thought you had some standards after all. A arrogant smirk curled her lips at the slightly big headed utterance she had just made.

Following the subject easily she allowed a more amused smile to twist her mouth, Yes and other dorms are supposed to keep horny Slytherin boys out, but I don't think they're very effective are they? it was a mere myth that common rooms wouldn't let different houses inside their walls, Jasper had been inside her own many a times, but she did have to admit that the restriction on the female bedrooms was a pain, even for innocent purposes. Moving swiftly past it she ignored the hungry look that had descended upon his features, trying to douse any feelings of jealousy that were bidden at the thought of him sneaking into the Slytherin girls dormitories at night, whenever he wanted, just to sate his desires. His next words brought a laugh to her mouth however, and she shook her head slowly, allowing the feminine chuckle to run it's course. I'm not going to stroke your ego again Jasper the chastisement was false of course, yet he knew just how much she enjoyed spending time with him, so she wasn't going to point it out. Watching him out of the corner of her eye, she observed the numerous expressions that flew across his handsome features at every new turn of the conversation, though amusement was the primary villain.

Not even bothering to dignify him with an answer she gave him another smirk, flickering her eyes to his own as he attempted to keep a sombre face. Dahlia was not a fool and at that moment she could easily guess what thoughts were running through that Slytherin mind of his when it came to the subject of herself, unfortunately for him, the little lion enjoyed games just as much as him. There were few powers a girl like her had in situations of sexual delights, but to tease and tempt were one of the greatest rights the female population held within their grasp, and to make the most of it around Jasper never failed to be entertaining, for Dahlia did so love to watch him squirm; often literally in his case. When it suits you to be she mused, recalling a many a time when he definitely had not been a gentleman to her in particular. As another of his many personas slipped over his face she slipped a matching smile onto her own. A hint it will be until you remember I'm not one of your little play things there was an authoritative ring to the words as she spoke.

As she suspected, he gave in though, and moments later she heard what she had secretly been longing to hear, and though she couldn't help but laugh at his Shakespearean impression her attention was fixed totally on his words. As he halted she did the same, curiosity stirring as she cut her chuckle short and watched him bend before her. Feeling slightly less impressive she gave a simple answer with no flourishes. I would be delighted for now she would let his 'I know you would' slide as she was too happy to care.

[jasper]

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"Are you picky about the blood status now, love?"

[/color] he teased, although it wouldn't hurt to say that he was curious, slightly. She wasn't an advocate for pureblood superiority, last he checked. Her family certainly was, but she wasn't. Neither was Jasper, at least, publicly. He did believe in needing to marry someone who was of proper blood status when the time came, and he was definitely part of the Death Eaters. However, the latter was only because he wanted to fight for the fact that purebloods should be allowed to live on. Who the hell was someone to decide that purebloods could not live, and all had to die? What the hell had his family ever done wrong? A few stray bad wizards here and there, but they were successful enough to keep on living, since they were dangerously fated to only produce one offspring. To die before doing so would mean the end of Herpo's bloodline, which all of them knew that they simply could not risk.

He could not risk.

If he didn't fight, he would die. That was obvious. He was a Death Eater by marking, but not a Death Eater by heart. He didn't support the idea that Muggleborns were scum. That simply wasn't it. He simply didn't like Rowan, and for that cause he would fight. Just not die, because he would feel guilty even in death if he let such precious heritage die out like that. Letting his thoughts drift back to Dahlia, he gave her a customary smirk as he shrugged. "My standards are to be questioned. They always have been."[/color] He could not forget the disapproving looks he had gotten whenever he had been with Dahlia. Slytherins and Gryffindors did not mix, as did blood-traitors and Purebloods like himself. The world worked in strange ways, as it had constantly proven to little Carlyle over here. "Who am I to let them stop?"[/color] he questioned lazily, not the least bit put off by that comment or the thought.

He licked his lips in thought as she spoke about the dorms, and innocently replied, "We benefit most thoroughly from it. Any of the Quidditch team-mates would know. I always crash their dorms when I'm bored."[/color] Perhaps he might have let on a bit too much by saying that, but well, it was true that he was a frequent visitor to the female dorm. Half his teammates were in the female dorm. It wouldn't make sense, as one of the more important position keepers in Quidditch, to not rendezvous with them now and then, no? Scratching his head as he pondered a witty reply to that remark, he retorted coyly, "But doesn't everyone? They do it in the end, as you very well know love."[/color] A smirk once again, and he didn't feel the least bit of embarrassment.

"Excuse me!"[/color] he uttered in mock horror, slipping back to perfect French out of pure habit, "I am an excellent gentleman, as you'd do to remember. Perhaps not in bed, but who wants one then?"[/color] He raised an eyebrow, before instinctively raising his hands in defense as she took on an icy tone towards him. "Now love, you're getting a tad bit scary there, non?"[/color] he spoke, his language medium still being French, because he was most familiar with it more than any other. He couldn't help it - it was like a safety language, providing a sense of security to him whenever utilized. He smiled though, the minute his proposition received an agreement. Jasper let go of her hands, the sly smirk already appearing on his lips as he retreated a few steps back.

"Lovely. Now to think of what to go as. Perhaps that - I daresay I should go in something you wouldn't recognise me in,"[/color] he said cheerily, although he knew very well that he was to wear something practical. The Halloween ball was going to be nothing short of explosive, if what Meissa had planned was to pull through, plus the fact that there was many a people coming. Alumni and public alike, the important figures to their current working ministry would be in attendance, as would the Headmaster, which he so greatly detested. Ah, Halloween. Nothing short of a flamboyant affair, of course. "You'll have to work to find me. How does that sound? I promise the reward will be... lovely."[/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/font][/size][/justify]

[DAHLIA YVETTE DE LUCA]

Keeping her pace even she began to concentrate on the slow movements she was making, calculating the even spaces between her feet as they slowly swung forward and collided with the compact earth beneath her feet was much easier than trying to keep her swirling emotions that always seem to emerge, unwanted and unbidden whenever she and Jasper had a conversation that was as pleasant as this. It was moments like this that she found herself staring at him much more often than usual, noticing the way the shadows fell over the contours of his face and the deep wells of gloom that swam in each gully that the sculptured bones beneath his cheeks created. It was whilst she found herself away with the fairies and admiring him even more, that she realised how dangerous such a thing could be.

What would it mean to develop serious feelings for a boy such as Jasper Carlyle? Dahlia wasn't sure, and the thought was enough to make that sleeping beast in her stomach curl in on itself and make her squirm. Never in her life had she been involved in a relationship, not for the same reason as the boy at her side, she had never thought of herself as a player, the only person that interested her in this particular school was walking through the night with her. Not that she even suspected he felt the same about her, anything with a reasonable sized chest and a pretty smile was enough to catch his eye. So for him to be stood by her suggesting his standards were as high as her own was frankly laughable, and she was glad he did not try and convince her otherwise. His questions were enough to rouse her attention once more and she gave him a quick glance, You know as well as I blood status means jack to me twisting her smile into a loving smirk she tilted her head towards him and finished with a pout I'm simply looking after you, if she had held any distaste to anyone of 'unpure' blood she might have continued with a few insults, but even as a joke it seemed wrong to her.

Allowing him to lead the subject she felt herself melt into the arm that was curled over her shoulder and fought back a yawn that was enough to show how comfortable she felt in his arms. Dahlia didn't even give a thought for how much trouble such a situation could land her in if she were to stumble across a more strict member of staff, not only was she quite clearly dodging her Head Girl duties, though she would keep up the charade that she was still taking part to Jasper, she was accompanied by a boy who should most definitely back behind the castle walls, not walking beside her with his arm wrapped around her shoulders, but then again, Dahlia had always struggled with the authoritative side of her title, she'd just always been attracted to the promise of her own private bathroom. Hearing his words again let a frown drop over her mouth, Dahlia was well aware of the girls that were on his house team, and from the looks of them she wouldn't have been surprised at them throwing themselves at Jasper, especially that Samira and Charity, or whatever she called herself, stick or something. With a visible dip in her mood she decided against replying to such a statement and lapsed into a momentary silence.

It wasn't until his little outburst that was purely for show, that she was shocked into making a noise. It took her a moment to focus on what they had been saying but she pursed her lips up at him as a reel of french ran through her mind. You remain a gentleman in public, true she mused quietly, not willing to admit he was right about his tendency to be less than gentlemanly once they had hit the bed sheets. Though as he continued with his random outbursts she couldn't help but raise her eyebrow, Dahlia hadn't been aware she'd said anything that bad. Scary I may be, but you have to put up with it don't you now the teasing tone was evident as she matched his voice and allowed her thick accent to swim throughout her words.

It was obvious her answer had pleased him, and once more she fought the urge to grin up at him like a lost puppy, something she hated. At his words, she let out a quick laugh however, pushing past the effects she had hated I think I'll be able to recognize you anyway my dear there would be no mistaking that swagger and those twinkling eyes, whether they hid behind a mask or not. Dahlia herself had already picked out her outfit, it wasn't exactly frightening... nor was it a visible costume, but there as a mask and that was enough in her opinion. Gripping onto his words she tilted her face back up towards him. And if I don't find you..?

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"Touching,"

[/color] Jasper said pleasantly, green-gray eyes meeting hers for a brief moment, before darting back to the path ahead. It was rude to stare, as he had been told when he was young, and he wasn't intending to break that golden rule. Dahlia caused him to stare more often that he'd like, and the fact that the moonlight - oh dear, curfew already? Screw it. - did make her seem even more prettier than usual, you'd have to forgive the boy if he thought her rather outstanding. Swallowing and rolling his neck in order to work out the cricks - and to hide his slight awkwardness at what exactly he should do at the moment - Jasper realised that he never was much of a Casanova when it came to dealing with ladies through plain old courtship. To bed he could bring them easily; but subsequent dates and furture courting rituals, or whatever they were called, were certainly not his forte nor had he been trained in such a title before. "I can't say I'm used to such treatment,"[/color] he added on hesitantly, for he had no siblings, and his parents didn't give a damn about him. As long as he lived at the end of the day, that's all they needed to know.

Cracking a smile as he realised that she was ignoring him, for reasons that he himself was oblivious to, Jasper played along well, he himself mainting his side of the silence. When she made yet another probe about the fact that he was only a gentleman in public, he gave a nod, acquisceing about that point. "I try my best. It just doesn't last long enough."[/color] His comment was blunt, to the point, and signaled the end of the conversation, if there was even going to be one. He smirked when she said that he would have to put up with her scariness, and in a deadpan voice, he said, "I'm afraid me and scary have some sort of vendetta against easy other, sorry to say. You won't see us being old chums, love."[/color] And with that he stretched slightly, his weight shifted to the other leg as he paused for a while, before continuing on to the walk. He wasn't lying. "Hell hath no fury like a woman's wrath, so they tell me, and I certainly do not want to experience hell,"[/color] he said honestly, his eyes revealing a trace of sincerity before a certain fog took over and obscured his true emotions easily.

"Oh no you wouldn't, love. I'll make sure of it. I do hope you're on par with your Muggle knowledge,"[/color] he said cheekily, his mind already forming what he would write to his parents and ask for. A certain costume that he had been eyeing a few months prior when they were still on holiday, and it seemed ideal. It hid most of his traits well, that or his traits just blended into the costume easily. And with a choice of facial accessories or what not, perhaps it would be a bit hard to locate him. He wasn't the least bit abashed about making a woman work, when it came to this point. Jasper grinned when she asked if she didn't find him, and stopping them in the midst of their walk, he let one arm rest lightly against her shoulder, and the other hand stroke her cheek lightly. Bending his face closer to hers, he asked seriously, "You're a smart girl, love. I doubt you wouldn't. And I doubt you don't want to."[/color] His lips were dangerously close to hers, and he was well-tempted to close the distance between the two of them. It was so easy. Just needed a slight push from him, a little less reluctance on his part, and the deal would be sealed.

And it was that he did, closing the distance between the two of them as he kissed her lightly on the lips, a smile forming at the same time, before drawing back. It was a brief one, but it held promise of something more, as Jasper was accustomed to hinting about. Green-gray eyes searched her green ones, and he waited patiently for an answer to his words prior. "You will try your hardest to find me, won't you love?"[/color] he asked sincerely. After a moment, he drew himself away, sticking his hands back into his pocket and breaking all contact from her. "Now, miss mighty Head Girl, I believe it's curfew time for both of us. I'd rather not leave a beautiful girl like you out here where things could get to you. Perhaps we shall return, non?"[/color] he asked, gesturing in the direction of the castle as he spoke.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/font][/size][/justify]

[DAHLIA YVETTE DE LUCA]

Eyeing him dubiously she kept her pace even, not wanting her emotions to be hinted upon by a falter in her step or the increase of speed. After all, Dahlia was a master of disguise when it came to how she felt, disgust was often masked when she was in her own home in France and sadness was easily covered up during one of her sisters often violent assaults on the younger girl. So a little task as to hide her emotions from Jasper would have been easy, right? Well maybe if they had not been inseparable from the ages 3 to 11. Meeting his eyes she found it surprisingly easy and even gave a brief smile that outlasted the eye contact he could muster. Though she knew his aversion to the lingering kind and she had learnt to live with it. Shaking out her hair she felt it settle in moonlight curls over her shoulders, instantly highering her dwindling temperature and causing her to smile contently, a expression that was only intensified by his words. When it came to the coolness of their families, the two did at least have something in common. Isn't that what I've always been for? he knew just how friendly she was with her own siblings so the two had been a kind of safety net for each other.

Even though she had started it herself, the silence was almost painful, the tension it brought about in her infuriating, and the fact that he had apparently noticed the fact that she was avoiding speaking just made it embarrassing. With a shrug she took his words, and your efforts are most appreciated by the likes of me no doubt his other conquests didn't care, the brief attention from someone like Jasper was enough in their eyes, or maybe they were simply looking for a good hard shag, heavens knows half the people in this place needed one... just not from her Jasper. Ignoring the fact she had referred to him as her own, she waited for him to go on, knowing once he had begun it would be hard for him to stop. Allowing a smile to drape her lips she glanced at him from the corner of her eye, Is that some way of telling me we are no more? Because being scary appeals to me greatly she was only teasing of course, but Dahlia couldn't deny the way she often turned into a monster over certain situations. As he stopped she also brought herself to a halt, turning to him curiously to see him as she tilted her head to one side. Then you should do all you can to avoid wakening such wraith shouldn't you? her matter of fact tone hid any sincerity they both felt.

As his arrogance shone through as he referred to his costume she lapsed into thought, he could brag all he wanted there would be no mistaking the swagger that was Jasper Carlyle, and if all else failed his voice would be as familiar as her than her own, there weren't many french students in the Halls of Hogwarts after all. Allowing him to run his course with his words however she was shocked to find his hand resting against the skin of her face and his eyes peering into her own. Catching her breath slightly she froze for a moment, her mind working furiously as she tried to start up normal reactions. When he spoke however, she let out a small inhalation. The overwhelming feeling that she wanted to hit him overcame her however, possibly not the reaction he expected. However, being Jasper he immediately banished all thoughts as his lips connected with hers.

The pressure of his mouth against hers had the effect it always did on her, numbness, and as she leant into the kiss before he pulled away all she could think of was how she had been cheated out of lingering contact and a pout appeared on her lips. When will you stop being so damned arrogant Carlyle she countered, sure she wanted to find him, but he didn't need to point it out. Trying to push away the swooning little girl that he had produced from the kiss she brought back annoyed Dahlia and fixed him with an annoyed glare as he removed himself from her completely. I shall find you if you shall make it worth my time too many times before had the slytherin male ditched her in order to spend time with his housemates at such events as this, if there was a repeat she would not hesitate to make him pay.

With a haughty expression still on her face she gave a nod, and set off towards the castle, ahead of him as he waited for her and with a pace that was less than speedy, she had no illusions as to what he would want to happen next, and though she would like to pretend she was going to go straight to bed like a good girl, another kiss and she would be his..

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