Honey, I'm home.

The hinges wailed as the door swung forward, exposing the Slytherin Boy’s Dormitory for Athena’s eyes to drink in. The first thing she noticed was that it was surprisingly tidy. The second thing she noticed was that it was completely empty. Upon realising this, Athena deflated somewhat. She pursed her lips and stepped over the perimeter of the room. Her robes moved with her body, continuing to flatter every part of her even as she walked inside. There were no squealing floorboards like in her room and Athena was pleased to find that it was relatively dust free. Oh, how the other half lived.

Smirking, Athena slid her outer robes off and discarded them on the Greyback boy’s bed. She continued to walk around the room, taking in the initials on the trunks and identifying the beds of the owners. Finally, her eyes came to rest on the bed of a family friend. The Rookwood boy. Kendall. Kendall James. Oh, his parents were horribly creative. Athena sneered but walked towards the bed nevertheless. She slipped down the side between his bed and the bed of another boy’s and knelt down, opening up the bottom drawer of the bedside cabinet. She knew exactly what she was looking for and she wasn’t disappointed when she found it. PlayWizard, accompanied rather nicely by its male-focused counterpart PlayWitch. Athena didn’t know what she was enjoying more, the fact that he had pornography or the fact that it was from both genders.

He had a sister didn’t he? Perhaps it was a practical joke. If it was, Athena certainly approved.

Her smirk deepened as she took the PlayWitch issue out of the drawer. She rose up to her full height (so, not very far off of the ground) and kicked the drawer shut before flopping into his bed. Athena allowed that ghastly skirt they had to wear, fall wherever it liked to. No doubt it exposed the tops of her legs but if the sight of her got him hot and bothered when he came in then her mission was accomplished – not that it was exactly a mission. She was just being a nosy cow and was now indulging her own hormones. It was quite concerning really, that he owned something like this. She had no real desire to find out what was inside PlayWizard either if what she was seeing could be represented in the female form.

In the end though, curiosity got the better of her and she dived back into the drawer, taking from it the latest copy of PlayWizard he had. She was not disappointed to say the least. She and Mr. Rookwood would be having an interesting chat when he came in. Hopefully he had been at Quidditch practice or something – was he even on the team? Either way, hot and sexy seemed to be the pattern in PlayWitch. Big fake boobs, fake tan and fake hair seemed to be the pattern in PlayWizard. Oh, how the naive men spent their days.

Kendall had been with a Hufflepuff who still believed in free love- he think he fell in love with her beliefs more than anything. She was attractive, but not really fun. Once he had gotten everything set up, got her where he wanted,she had this whole sob story about how her parents would disapprove and how she was not ready and all this stuff. She thought he really meant to have a relationship too... Every girl who got involved with him typically knew.

He had to split. He had comforted her, told her maybe they'd better not see each other until they had both grown up a bit. She had put on a brave face and he had kissed her before coming back to the common room. Waste of time. Maybe he would tip Elijah towards him, make him deal with the girl. Then again, he liked emotional Hufflepuffs.

Kendall found that the common room was still rather full. Kendall typically preferred it when the embers were dying down and only a few remained. He headed up for his dorm, tired and rather done with the female gender at this point. He opened the door, looking down, and when his eyes, he found a most interesting (not altogether unpleasant) surprise on his bed.

The door closed and he smiled. "Miss Athena. Please don't tell me you're waiting for me, I just may keel over at the surprise of my good fortune." He smiled, clutching his heart and stepped in. "Seriously, doll, you look gorgeous, I-" He stopped. "What are you reading?" He almost blushed, almost, but he caught himself. "Ah, I did not realize you enjoyed PlayWizard." Kendall strode over and sat on the edge of his own bed, poking the magazine.

The size of that woman’s arse was truly astonishing. It was for that reason among others that Athena returned to the much more visually pleasing PlayWitch. It was well read with the corners ripped slightly and damp spots that Athena didn’t even want to find out about. She was now sure that it was some sort of Rookwood thing – to be weird. No, she was pretty sure having copies of PlayWitch applied to every young wizard; especially if Krum’s bottom drawer as worth using as an example. She could barely get that drawer open it was that full. Despite her piqued interest in what lie inside the bottom drawers of every boy’s bedside cabinet in the Slytherin dorms, Athena didn’t want to find out what else those boys possessed. She wondered idly if Kendall had gotten a set off fluffy Azkaban cuffs free with one issue; or was that only for subscribers?

When the door opened, Athena did not look up. Her eyes remained glued to the body of a rather sumptuous Chaser that belonged to the Wigtown Wanderers. He wasn’t nearly as mouth-watering as the Keeper that played for the Magpies. Athena was most definitely pleased by what she saw and she made a mental note to ask her father later to buy her some box tickets to go and see a Quidditch match. If this was what was flying on those ruddy brooms then she would (one way or another) get a piece of it. Her favourite had to be the Wanderers’ lad, though. There was something undeniably sweet about him. He looked awful awkward with just a towel covering what really should have been left without obstruction for her eyes to enjoy. Perhaps she’d have to have her father get her access to the changing rooms too. Meow.

The beginnings of a rather dirty daydream were cut off when Kendall spoke. Athena slipped her feet out of her shoes and kicked them off of the bed, seeing no need for them anymore. She peered up at him over the top of the magazines when he sat down and she smirked before dropping the PlayWitch one which had been covering the cover of PlayWizard. Her smirk deepened and she stared knowingly at him before sitting up.

“Mr. Rookwood...May I be as bold as to ask which ones you prefer?” Her eyes lit up with mischief and she turned the magazine around to show him one of the Puddlemere United players in his dressing room. “Now, there’s this one or...” Athena flipped the page and revealed the Chudley Cannons Seeker. “That lovely morsel or, my favourite,” She flipped another page, letting them both see into the locker room of the Falmouth Falcons. Athena pointed to the one nearest the front with his arse-cheeks clearly on view. “I like this one the best,” she told him with a smirk. “Or would you just prefer me, sweetheart?” She purred, tossing the magazine away.

She could tell he was frustrated; the poor thing. Athena ran her nails down the side of his face, applying the tiniest bit of pressure, and lost the fight against the sultry smirk that fought its way onto her crimson lips. “Planned sex gone wrong, baby?” She cooed. “It’s probably the haircut,” she tugged on his hair to reinforce her point before making a face. “You smell like dying hippies. Who were you with – a Hufflepuff?” Athena shuddered and dropped herself back down onto the pillows. “Let’s learn from our dear little Bulgarian’s mistake. Slytherins are meant to marry Slytherins; not soppy little Hufflepuffs. I suggest you stop doing them and making them cry and perhaps, for once, take a real woman.”

Athena gave a little closed mouth, vixen-type laugh, avoiding the whole embarrassing process of snorting. She’d made her point and now he needed to put his money where his mouth was.

"Very funny," he said, throwing the PlayWitch aside. "You may be the only one on this whole castle to suggest that my preference isn't girls. I don't know if you were dropped or you're just being funny, because I know you aren't stupid." Kendall differed from the other manwhore at this school because his love was not of sex, but of women. He liked women and he liked everything about them- save the nagging and the PMS. The Bulgarian just liked to romp.

At her question, he frowned saying, "Yes and no. To go wrong, it would have had to have gone at all." Some guys could not talk about these sorts of subjects with girls. Athena was different, though, because she knew how his brain worked in the first place. She pulled his hair and he scowled, saying, "You kidding me, it's the hair that gets them. I'm adorable and sweet, remind them of a puppy. I would never do anything that wasn't in their best interest."

Yes, he did know the power he had.

He nodded when she asked if it was a Hufflepuff. "Y'see, love, I'm not thinking of marriage. Huffles go with their feelings. Gryffindors are pig-headed, Ravenclaws are too rational, and all the Slytherin women give me the impression they'd like to kill and eat me afterwards. Huffles like my sincerity and this particular one thought she liked the idea of free love... Apparently, she was confusing free love with any love, and then confronted with it- panicked." He sighed.

At her mention of a real woman, Kendall couldn't help himself. He raised an eyebrow and smirked charmingly, his eyes twinkling. "Real woman, huh? And who are you suggesting, my dear? You?"

The only woman person to question is preference. Well didn’t that make Athena feel special? She couldn’t help it though; he was just too cute for his own good. Handsome? No. Cute? Very much so. But as he said, it was that cuteness that drew the Hufflepuffs in. Actually, food and shelter did the job just as well but that was what Athena had been told. She didn’t want to seduce anyone particularly – let alone Hufflepuffs. There was a very well endowed male populous at Hogwarts but none of those young gentlemen belonged to Hufflepuff house. No, they were all members of Slytherin, Ravenclaw and Gryffindor. Note that this was in order of the amount of gentlemen. Slytherin possessed the two manwhores. One, in Athena’s opinion, was far more successful than the other. She measured this by their bottom drawers. The fact that Kendall’s was tidier meant nothing. The fact that she could get it open, however, meant a lot. It suggested that he was sated much more often. Either that or he was a creature of sexual habit. Bizarre.

Athena’s facial expression turned to one of confusion before asking, “So females, especially Hufflepuff ones, get some sort of sick kick out of you because you’re fluffy?” Athena stared in disbelief before cocking her head to the side and observing Kendall from another angle. She hummed thoughtfully before shrugging and tipping her head back. “I don’t understand it, myself. It’s cute; really, it is. I supposed it’s a Hufflepuff thing. They like things that are fluffy.”

What Kendall said next prompted Athena to roll her eyes. It made him sound like some sort of hippy. She pursed her lips and shook her head before smirking widely at the comment about Slytherin girls. It was generally true which was why, if they could get at them, a great many of the girls liked having Gryffindors in their beds. The house-rivalry coupled with the post-sex killing and eating impression made for something out of this world. Athena had indulged many a time with her wand handy. There was no eating, just a whisper of ‘Oblivate’ and a note left by his bedside thanking him for his time. Hufflepuffs were no one’s speed bar Kendall’s it seemed and Ravenclaws took too long. They were more likely to get hot and bothered over books than a curvaceous female – or male where the case may be.

“Free love?” Athena questioned. “The only thing you’re going to get free from her if she is as whacked out as you’re portraying her to be is some sort of Muggle STD. Yick. Then no one will have you.”

It was impossible to keep the vision of a skittish Hufflepuff and Kendall out of her mind. Completely and utterly impossible. Oh, to have been a fly on the wall for that encounter. As Athena’s mind began to drift into the realm of possibility, Kendall pulled her back out. She turned her kohl rimmed eyes on him and arched one of her perfectly shaped eyebrows. Her lips parted and contorted into a smirk before she let out a highly controlled, highly designed, bell-like laugh. She sobered herself quickly though and looked at Kendall with a serious expression on her face. “No, I meant that fat Half-Breed in Ravenclaw.” She told him. “But then again...if you can keep up...you’re more than welcome to me, darling. I’m sure she’d be a little more your speed though.” She was sure someone had once told her that her teasing would get her into trouble. Indeed it probably would but she was quite comfortable as of now. There was no need to start getting worried.

"I don't care why or how they like it, just that they like it," Kendall replied coyly, a devious smirk on his face. It was true. All he knew was what appealed to girls. He did not question nor ponder, he would not dare challenge nor question it. Instead, use that knowledge and exploit it for everything it was worth so that he could get what he wanted. And he got what he wanted.

He shook his head. "She liked the idea of it, she had never gotten to put it to practice. She was freaking out, saying she wanted her first to be special, that she wanted to be sure we'd be together, that we loved each other... Yes, so she was insane. But no need to fear, my dear, I am still perfectly untainted." He smiled at her, as though she had been worried.

When she said she had meant some fat, halfbred Ravenclaw, he gave her a scoffing look, feeling a little put out, he would not lie. "Gee, thaaanks," he said sarcastically. She continued on , though, reviving his hope. He gave her a teasingly disgruntled look and said, "Oh? Think I can't handle you, really? I've been around the block, love, I think you're like every other cookie. Hard on the outside, soft and delicious beneath the surface."

Why were Hufflepuffs so...bizarre? It was beyond Athena’s comprehension. She didn’t know what was attractive about the floppiness but evidently they liked it. Well, it wasn’t bad but it was just...he was too sweet for his own good. There was no flair of danger from what Athena could see. She had a thing for dangerous men. Why, she didn’t know. Perhaps it was because she’d grown up around them and saw it as a safety net of sorts. If there was man that was going to protect you then it was one that used the Cruciatus Curse on Order members excessively. As it was though, Athena was perfectly capable of doing that herself thank-you-very-much. She wasn’t useless like that Hufflepuff of Kendall’s. She could look after herself. That rotting body in the Forbidden Forest was evidence enough of that.

Athena nearly laughed...nearly. She did give a cruel smile in response to the girl’s naivety and scoffed instead. “She honestly thought that you were going to fall in love?” She asked in disbelief. That was brilliant. Unbelievable and so completely and utterly Hufflepuff. “Did you make letting her down special? ‘Yes, I’m sorry you nutjob but I’m afraid I just can’t have my wicked way with you for fear of getting some Muggle disease’.” Athena made a face but soon smirked again. “Well I am very glad you are untainted, Mr. Rookwood. What would the world do without its playboy?”

Athena didn’t exactly take being called a cookie nicely. She did use it to her advantage though. She grabbed his t-shirt and pulled him close, bringing him eye level with her. She brought her knee up between his legs, dangerously close to his groin and her lips quirked in an almost-smile. “Well why don’t you take a bite then?” she purred.

Kendall grinned. "Of course. I made her feel like a damn princess. That's what keeps 'em coming back for more, y'see? They want a relationship but they are okay with just the fun stuff if I treat them like a little queen. And it's so easy, too! You could say 'you're not the ugliest girl here, doll' and they would melt! I honestly don't get it." He smirked. He did not. Didn't mean he wouldn't abuse it.

He smirked. "What would they do?" He liked Athena a lot more than his playthings. She was a lot darker. Kendall played up the whole loveable stray thing so he didn't have a swarm of girls that wanted to castrate him- he had learned from Krum. But when it came down to it, he was a sick pup in some ways. Couldn't tell the girl you were rolling around with you would think they would make a lovely corpse though, could you?

Suddenly, Athena decided to up the ante, and she pulled him close, drawing her body dangerously close to his. Had it been any other girl, he would have stripped right there. But Athena... She made the black widow look like a poor, lonely species. Not one that devoured their mate after sex. But she was tempting as well. He smirked, bringing his face close to hers. "Are you challenging me? Or inviting me?"

Was it possible such an innocent little thing had the ability to love and leave young women? Of course it was; because that innocent little thing wasn’t as innocent as his floppy hair suggested. Athena was glad of that. If he hadn’t been then she most definitely wouldn’t have bothered. Or maybe she would have, just to scare him. Thinking about it though, she’d probably still scare him regardless of whether or not she intended on doing so. But why do it accidently? Where was the fun in that? Still, if the baby was going to follow through then it would be a new experience. She’d be the one notch in his bedpost that was probably more amused by it all than truly enjoying it. Unless of course...he was as good as those insufferable bints claimed.

“How did she feel about being dethroned?” Athena asked, quirking an eyebrow at him. She rolled her eyes and slapped his cheek gently. “Oh you poor thing, you; completely naive to womanly whiles. Surely you’re bored of doing all the work, sweetheart?”

Athena didn’t know whether his next question was rhetorical or not so she merely responded with a smirk. What would the world do without their baby-faced manwhore, indeed? They’d probably have to put up with Krum and his insanity. Athena inwardly shivered at the thought. No thank you. Athena would have rather dealt with the little puppy. At least she knew he had an imagination – especially with what was in that drawer.

He was going to have to deliver if he took her up on her ‘offer’. And he seemed intent to. Athena weighed the pros and cons of each answer in her mind before licking her lips. “Why don’t you find out?” She challenged him, her smirk taking her lips upwards once more.

"She'll live," he said, licking his lips. "Find some pratty Ravenclaw to settle down with and wait 'til marriage for, one who'll bringing home the bacon and nothing else. Her idea of romance will be getting new his and her bathroom sinks, complete with tooth brush holders. She'll remember me, though. At least she got to have a crown before she was dethroned."

"You wouldn't settle for that, though, would you?" He smirked. "Being called pretty isn't what you want?" Athena was more evenly matched with him on the spectrum. She could have guys do whatever she wanted and not give them what they wanted in return. She asked if it was tiring doing all the work. He grinned, "If I wasn't so good at it, I'd be tired." Yeah, he was sick of it. Not that she needed to know that.

Ah, but she did. And she wanted to show him what it was like when he wasn't having to work for every lost article of clothing. She got closer, telling him to take a chance. Too tempting. He pressed his lips onto hers, hard, not bothering with the cutesy stuff. The stroking of hair, the soft touches. Those would be wasted on Athena. She didn't want cute. He thought of the fantasies he had wanted and decided he was getting those.