Honey, I'm home.

There was something seriously wrong with this woman. First she strides into the boy’s dormitory as if she owns the place. Then she starts ransacking their drawers and after that escapade she starts to lounge on her ‘friend’s’ bed reading what little text there was in porn magazines. Now, she’d gotten said ‘friend’ to have his wicked way with her. Maybe she was just being considerate seeing as he was let down by a Hufflepuff. There was bound to be something in it for Athena though because she didn’t have a considerate bone in her body. Perhaps she just wanted her fix. The gentlemen in the magazine had definitely had an effect on her and floppy wasn’t that bad to look at; and if he was even half as good as his reputation suggested then she would not be disappointed.

To be called pretty...what did that mean? Athena’s standards were much higher than that. She was paranoid about being described as anything but beautiful or something of the like. She hated the idea that she wasn’t quite up to par with some of the girls. That was a terrifying prospect. Her father placated her, as did Apolline, when the say the look of disbelief in her eyes, when her critical gaze swept over her reflexion. As nice as it was to be called ‘pretty’, Athena didn’t believe herself to be some flat-chested pre-pubescent. Actually, she knew she wasn’t a flat-chested pre-pubescent. She didn’t want to be given an adjective that leant to that. Instead she wanted something a bit more sophisticated; a bit more worth her while.

“I shouldn’t have to,” She shot back before quirking an eyebrow at his cockiness. “You’re so modest.” She drawled.

Then, just like that, he grew a pair of balls. His lips slammed against hers and Athena took a few seconds to get her bearings. She soon began to move her lips against his though, applying the same amount of force as her hands began to wander. Her legs moved a little and she wound them around his waist before jerking him to the right and rolling them over so he was underneath her. Athena, pleased with herself, looked down at Kendall and loomed over him. Her lips grazed his and she caught his bottom lip between her teeth. She released it and took his lips once more, continuing what he’d started. Her tongue swept out and flicked against the closed Cupid’s bow that truly needed to be opened. It would be a battle of domination. Who would win? Athena was quite confident in her abilities; confident enough to bet on herself.

Oh boy. Kendall realized she intended to try and show him up. No, no, no. HE was the one that was known for spending more time in bed than in class. He was the dominant one... Though the idea of letting her simply ravage him... Now he had never been more tempted by any idea than that one right there. But he had a point that needed to be proven. No giving up, no going back.

She flipped him over and he let her play with him for awhile, working his hands up into her shirt as his hands explored every inch of her body they could reach. They slipped out and reached down to her wrists and suddenly he tossed her aside, on her back, and he rolled over onto her, sitting above her triumphantly, intertwining their legs, pinning her wrists down.

He lowered his mouth to her neck and began kissing every spot her could reach, over her jaw and neck and chest, before pulling his ear up to her ear. He nibbled it and began to get more aggressive with his kissing, deciding it was time to show her who was boss, who was master. She might think it was her, but she was sorely mistaken.

Perhaps testing man-whores wasn’t one of Athena’s better ideas. But then again, perhaps he was the fool for deciding to embark on something as carnal as this with a Slytherin that would have killed and eaten him had she had the cannibalistic desire to. How delicious. A post-sex chow down – just what Athena needed...naturally. Perhaps she shouldn’t have been so cynical, even in the privacy of her own mind. But of course, that was impossible wasn’t it? What wasn’t impossible was the eventual fight for dominance that would occur between them. Oppressing Athena was like trying to oppress suffragettes that had hammers in their hands and the Prime Minister within fifty feet of them – Muggle studies wasn’t an entirely useless class after all it seemed. And then there was Kendall who was entirely too cute for the bedroom eyes and sexual dominance.

Of all things to be thinking about - that was what was going on inside Athena’s whirling mind. It was typical really. She was far too highly strung to just let go and push back. She’d push back; there was no fear of that. She always had to be in control though, even if it was only for her own sanity. So when she found herself underneath him once more, Athena’s breathing hitched. A growl passed her lips and she twisted her legs, only to find them locked with his. He’d taken her prisoner. How rude.

“Eager aren’t we?” She queried; a husky tone to her voice as she arched her neck, giving him better access to her skin.

"Of course, darling," he growled back, feeling her legs trying to move, possibly to overthrow him again, but he had her pinned. She might be scarier, might even be stronger, but he was bigger, and he was definitely okay with using that to his advantages. He had no qualms using his size against Athena. He was probably going to be killed anyway. Might as well have the craziest sex of his life first.

She arched her neck and he grinned, licking his lips. Ooh, she was getting more into it. Her wrists were still pinned, his legs still held hers, but he attacked her neck, kissing, sucking, gently nipping it. That Yumi had gotten him all worked up about vampire bites a few nights ago. He had been waiting to indulge some fantasies and now he had the chance.

Now to get her undressed. But to try was to release one of her hands. Instead he slowly pressed himself against her even more, aggressively attacking her lips before sliding one of his hands away. He pulled his belt out in one deft motion and unbuttoned her pants before pinning her wrist again, still attacking. "See why I'm not so modest, dear? Have to say, this is the most fun I've had in awhile though."

It didn’t take anyone mildly intelligent to figure out what Kendall wanted. Athena had practically invited him. What she didn’t intend on letting him do was take what he wanted and bugger off. She was letting him have his fun but she was not going to be treated like the weeping Hufflepuff or anyone he’d banged in the last thirty-six hours. He was lucky she hadn’t been able to wriggle free yet but, in all honesty, she was being distracted rather well by those lips. She wasn’t ready to give in yet though. She was going to be stubborn until the bitter end – alright, that was an exaggeration but Athena liked to think that she could get away with that. But then her traitorous mouth let slip a moan and she knew she was doomed.

He seemed to ponder his next move before deciding it was too risky to release one of her hands without first ensuring that she was properly pinned down. It seemed that Kendall knew as well as she did that the minute he let her go, the minute he’d get the black widow treatment. Perhaps she’d give him to Brew and Collie and let them barbeque him. But then, what a dreadful injustice that would be to the hordes of unattached women with no love lives and instead had to rely on manwhores to get the job done. Athena was perfectly happy alone thank-you-very-much, and she’d shove her wand down someone’s throat the moment they suggested she was like one of those soppy sluts. She wanted her release, just like everyone else, and Kendall was convenient as well as skilled.

“Sweetheart, just tie me to the bedposts already. I’d rather feel your hands elsewhere,” her every word was laced with innuendo and Athena couldn’t help but keep a cat-like smile off of her face.

He’d gotten himself into a dilemma here as he tried to work out how to keep her down and get her clothes off. The poor baby clearly hadn’t dealt with a woman that was quite willing to ravish him instead of the other way around as was no doubt the norm for him. No wonder he was so bored of them. She assumed Krum was also but she wasn’t about to find out what diseases she could get off of that. By comparison, Kendall was a much safer option. And besides, she was sure it wouldn’t take much to get him riled.

When he’d brought himself down on top of her, he’d given Athena the friction her lower body had desired. So as he attacked her lips in an attempt to distract her while he got her out of her trousers, Athena sought to hinder his efforts and did so by rolling her hips against his. She snuck her hand away and laced her fingers in his hair. She heard his belt leave the loops and she heard the sound of the buckle hitting the floor. Once again, her wrists were pinned down and Athena gave a little pout. That pout spread into a smirk when he spoke though and Athena raised an eyebrow.

“Why? Because you’ve got one hell of a sexy belt or because you’ve managed to get me underneath you and now you’ve got something to brag about?” Athena queried with hooded eyes. She gave him an innocent enough smile – something that probably told him to beware – and she stretched her arms out, bringing him forward and bringing his lips back to hers. Athena broke the kiss and trailed her lips as far across his jaw as she could reach before working down his neck. “You know,” she between kisses, “I think it’s the belt. I might have to steal that from you.” Athena lifted her head up and her lips twitched upwards. “I hope you don’t mind...”

Oh boy. Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy. Kendall had to control himself now, be careful not to lose his cool, because Athena was already hinting that she was going to rock his world. And he seemed to be having an effect on her... That little moan was an immediate success, something he quickly documented and filed away in his brain, something to review every time he thought of his best exploits...

He felt her hips against hers and let out a pleased grunt. The innuendo and the pout were getting to him though, he was getting tired of forcing her to stay submissive... so what if she wanted a little bit of the control, power in a woman was sexy.

Her question made him smirk, and she began attacking him with her lips, and he rubbed his bottom lip against every inch of skin he could get at. "oh, I'd say a bit of both," he said in her ear, in a husky voice. He smirked at her words, saying, "Babe... You take whatever the hell you want, and I mean it." His legs wrapped more and more around her and his resolve weakened.

He released her wrists, wrapping his hands and arms around her waist, pulling it as close to his body as he could, while one of his hands decided to plunge into her shirt and explore, before trying to find and undo any clasp, any zipper, and tie he could find. He didn't even care if she took control anymore, he was just ready to break the stalemate.

Athena didn’t honestly think that Kendall was that hard of a man to please. He was one for control, yes, but he liked someone pushing against that. She could understand how bored he must have become with the girls that made him do all the work. She was sure a little bit of attention wouldn’t go amiss. He was a hard little worker, getting all of those girls to put out like that. He needed to be pampered didn’t he? He definitely needed to be treated like a King. He truly was undervalued; it was such a shame. Still, it was nothing Athena couldn’t remedy.

The sound that came from Kendall pleased Athena to a certain degree. It wasn’t enough though. It was measured, controlled. She wanted to unravel him. She couldn’t do that though if he continued to keep her pinned. Kendall did not disappoint Athena though. Her request did not go ignored. She could have the belt for all he cared – among other things. She could take whatever she wished to have and Athena planned on getting all of what he had to offer her. She would have him as her prisoner for as long as it took. It didn’t matter. She had time and, well, he’d just have to make time.

“Anything at all?” Athena purred as his hands slid away from her wrists. She sprang into action immediately, flipping them back over with a jerk of her legs against his. Athena smirked and brought her hands around his neck. She slid her right hand upwards and cupped his chin. “Now tell me, sweetheart, what do you want?” Her spare hand drifted down and found the waistband of his trousers. She walked her fingers across to the button and made short work of it. Her fingers danced to the top of his underwear and she scored a line over the exposed skin that had been revealed when his shirt had ridden upwards.

Athena leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his jaw as she felt his hands roaming underneath her shirt. Her fingers dipped underneath the material of his underwear and let her fingers drift towards the inside of his thigh. She retracted her hand before she got too close and once again placed a kiss on his jaw.

“Where do you want to feel my touch?” She whispered in his ear, catching his earlobe between her teeth. Her fingers dipped ‘underneath’ again and she began to draw patterns in his skin like children did on the back of one of their friend’s. “I think I know where.” She whispered again as her fingers danced agonisingly closer. “Tell me if I’m right.” She added before finally giving into temptation and putting him out of his misery. She was cruel, too cruel; but he was going to be rewarded.

She flipped him back over and he decided, right then and there, he was done fighting for the dominant position- she wanted it that bad, he was more than willing to give it to her. She asked him what he wanted and he began to think as she began unbuttoning his pants, which momentarily distracted him from the task at hand, since he was thinking about the other task.

Finally, he replied huskily, "You." In this moment, all he wanted was a nice big slice of Athena Goyle. He began kissing her back, feeling something he had usually only managed to fake with the other girls- some actual passion for what he was doing. He actually felt a few emotions run through him, rather than hormones.

Though, mostly hormones.

Her next question was easier to answer, and he whispered back, "Everywhere." She had taken the lead and he was letting her run wild with it. She was getting close, dangerously close, letting him get worried and bothered. She was toying with him. Ooh, she was cruel.And there it was. He moaned with pleasure.



She was the best thing that had happened to him all week. That was no lie. He slowly trailed kisses up and down her neck, thanking her with each one in his mind. Finally, he said, "I think I proved my point, yes? You proved yours..."

Athena knew she had him the moment he whispered ‘you’; and so she began to let herself get lost in the euphoric feelings coursing through her. This is what she’d needed. She’d needed something to come undone within her and she needed to let go of the composed, b*tch routine for five minutes just to think about herself and what she wanted. She wanted this though and by Merlin, she was going to get it. He was in the palm of her hand now, literally, and would certainly bow to the vixen’s will. She was a reminder that there he didn’t have to work as hard as he did for his lays. There were in fact girls that were willing to make him work but in a completely different way – he didn’t have to do the whole job but he’d certainly have to spend time keeping himself in check.

His lips were back on hers and she parted her lips against his, leading his tongue into another jousting competition. It was then that she let herself go, truly and utterly, when she could feel his need in the kisses – something true and real instead of the same page from the same book every time. It was knowing that that allowed Athena to relax. She knew he wanted her, she could feel it in his every touch. They were most definitely right when they said that body language told more of a story than words ever could. Athena was just glad their bodies were so fluent. There was no language barrier to conquer here.

And to think, this was all down to the PlayWitch and Wizard magazines that had been thrown to the floor where their remaining articles of clothing would be discarded soon enough.


With her hair fanned out over the pillow, light curls framing her face delicately, and her cheeks flushed, Athena was as unravelled as she’d wanted to be; unravelled and ravished. She knew soon enough that she’d have to take her leave. She had to remind herself though that she was just another conquest. She was one that had made it into the record books though she hoped. Well...not hoped but surely after all of that she’d have made it high up on his mental ranking system.

Pushing those thoughts from her mind, in an uncharacteristically tender move, Athena rose up and kissed him chastely but lingeringly on the lips. Athena broke the kiss slowly and brought her hand up to rake her fingers through his hair. She smoothed back the stray locks and kissed him once more, quicker this time, before sliding out from underneath him.

Athena smirked and tipped her legs over the side of the bed. She planted them firmly on the floor and perched on the side of the bed for a few seconds as her eyes darted across the room in search for her clothes. She located her underwear which was the best start. Athena wasn’t interested in that though, not yet anyway.

She rose from the bed and let the sheets that still clung to her, drop from around her body. With all of the grace she possessed, Athena drifted around the side of the bed to the foot where his trunk sat on the floor. Athena leaned over and placed her hands on the latches. She looked up at Kendall through her eyelashes and smirked before lifting the lid of the trunk. She was momentarily placed out of view and she took these moments to root around for what she wanted – a button-down shirt, which she found without a problem, and a clean pair of boxers that were a pretty Slytherin green. Athena also saw fit to get her underwear and leave that for him to discover later. Oh, if only she could see his face.

Athena pulled the lid of the trunk back down and she straightened herself back up. She’d taken the time behind the trunk to quickly pull the boxers on but she’d been fairly slow about the shirt and had left it open. Athena got up onto the lid of the trunk and stepped elegantly over the footboard of the bed. She lowered herself down, straddling him once more, her knees either side of his body, before leaning over and catching his lips with hers once more. The kiss ended again and Athena smirked at him.

“Well I am certainly glad of that,” she murmured before placing one last chaste kiss on his lips, “I will see you later sweetheart,” before finally getting out of bed. She tucked her wand behind her ear and winked at Kendall before scooping the belt up off of the floor and tying it around her thin waist. Then, with one final glance in his direction, accompanied by a smirk, she slipped out of the door.