f l i r t a tious (blake)

[samara]

Samara was done with class for the day. She probably should have been heading for the Slytherin common room, but she was heading up, rather than down. There wasn't much to do in school just before curfew, but that didn't mean Samara's fun had to stop. She was busy getting in a few looks at guys on her "list," something she'd created in her spare time of all the cute guys she'd never gotten the chance to flirt with. At the moment, she was looking for a certain Hufflepuff boy.

She'd seen the very attractive seventh year talking to her brother, and had managed to eavesdrop. The boy had gotten the nerve to ask her brother to set the two of them up for a date. Samara smirked. Honey, I don't do dates, she thought sarcastically, blue eyes scanning the hallway. She'd seen him at dinner and had followed him only briefly before he'd gotten away... There! Samara grinned, spotting her victim. Approaching him, she called out, and he turned, large grin on his face. "Hi, Samara," he replied enthusiastically. Samara grinned, and took his hand.

"Hello. Here's a little gift for being so damn attractive," she whispered, standing on her tiptoes and kissing the boy rather fiercely, pressing her body close to him. She could feel the boy turn bright red, probably thinking how lucky he was and how he was sad there were no witnesses around to witness the snogging session. The pair kissed wildly for a while, ending up with Samara's robes hanging off her shoulders, revealing her rather skimpy emerald dress and the pair being pressed between two suits of armor. Samara eventually pushed the boy away as he got just a bit too grabby for her tastes. "Leave," she said, smiling.

"Excuse me?" he asked, eyes wide, her lipstick smeared on his lips. "You heard me," Samara replied, same sweet smile on her face. "We're done. Maybe I'll get back to you for more," she replied, winking and tweaking his nose gently. That fleeting promise always left them wanting more, but the boys realized that she was serious. The boy left, but not before grabbing her backside rather roughly and initiating one last, rough snog. Samara looked in his direction, liking his spunk. Perhaps she'd have to revisit him. Taking out a mirror, she began to reapply her lipstick, not aware of someone watching from a short distance away...

[blake]

Blake was by no means intending on going in by curfew. There were far too many things to do, and far too many targets to hunt. He flipped his blond hair from his eyes, strolling casually from the Gryffindor common room. A few of his comrades gave him warning looks, as if that would encourage him to heed the rules for once. Of course, there had never been a time where Blake listened to his friends. A small smile tugged at his lips as he passed a small brunette third year, who had been sending love letters.

It gave Blake joy to see the way the grin almost split her face in two as she happily ran after her small friends, giggling. He passed a few more of his past targets, each offering him a smile or a wink. He returned each gesture, although he found it to be quite tiresome, each person familiar, their reactions identical to the last time, and the time before that. He was in need of a new game. One that wasn't like the others.

Blake was almost blown over as a red faced boy ran by. He stared after him, quickly recognizing the works of a talented girl. Admittedly, the boy wasn't so bad himself, but Blake refused to allow those thoughts. This was his chance to start anew. The same grin he always had painted his lips as he rounded the corner, catching the bright hair of the mastermind. He lent on the wall, watching her lips in the mirror, as he realized this was probably his new game.

"Hey," he smiled as their eyes locked, approaching her.

[samara]

It took a moment for Samara to realize someone was watching her. However, that eerie feeling crept up her smile and she angled her eyes upward from her lips to the boy standing a few feet behind her, watching her in the mirror. Their eyes met and a smile crossed his face. Samara returned the smile with one of her own. The boy was very attractive, one of the more attractive she'd seen in the school. Samara didn't take any less time, however, eyes flicking back down as she reapplied her lipstick.

"Hello," she replied, capping her lipstick and disenchanting the small mirror, placing it back inside her robe pocket. Turning to face him, she realized her robes were still hanging open, revealing the rather revealing green dress. Samara left them open for a moment before pulling the robes back around her shoulders and slightly barricading the boy's view of her upper body. Smiling a small, flirtatious smile, she held out her hand. "Samara Weasley, at your service," she replied, eyes meeting his and twinkling slightly. Sometimes, in this small introduction, she wished she were a veela, had the Charm in which to lure just about anyone in. Of course, she didn't ever need it. Boys new a pretty girl when they saw her.

[blake]

Blake grinned, matching hers, which was obviously a trademark of hers. He had to admit, he respected the style. Very few girls had confidence like the Slytherin before him. He took her hand, kissing it lightly before releasing. He brought his gaze to her bright eyes, marveling. It was a wonder he had missed this girl wandering through the corridors. He could already tell, she had the whole package. She teasingly covered herself, causing another grin to cross his face. He could get that robe off soon enough.

"Blake Walker, eager to serve," he introduced himself. He was slightly taken aback that she hadn't heard of him before, as many of the Slatherin girls seemed to, but he wasn't complaining. He knew the name Weasley well, surprised she was in Slytherin. "A bit late, isn't it love?" He teased. She didn't appear to be one who followed the rules too often, as most so willingly did.

[samara]

The name rang a few bells in Samara's head. She'd heard of him before, but had never realized that the gorgeous Gryffindor was the holder of such a name. Still, he didn't need to know that she recognized the name. Mystery was always more appealing to men, anyways. He brought her hand to his lips and her smile grew a little more. Blake certainly knew what he was doing, charming the pants off of virtually every girl he came across. Samara knew a talent when she saw one, and was rather impressed with the boy.

He had everything. The smile, the charming good looks, the penetrating gaze that made any girl's knees go weak. Still, Samara knew how to toy with such boys, and it was not giving into them immediately. Samara took her hand back and placed it upon her hip, smirking slightly. "I suppose I should redirect the question towards you, dear," Samara teased, eyes glittering mischievously. Two could play at this game, and the two people playing happened to be two of the biggest flirts in the school. Samara already knew she was going to enjoy this game.

[blake]

Samara took her hand from his, as he grinned. That had been a first, and he liked it. The response was even spunkier than her actions as he straightened. She knew what she was doing.

"So I take it a late night stroll with a beautiful lady would be out of the question?" He asked in feigned disappointment. The girl was probably awaiting a wild night, and had experienced few romantic moments. Silently he swore he would show her something new. He smiled slightly, aware she was by no means going to obey the pointless curfew. Of course, he knew there would be no other girl this intriguing he could find tonight, nor did he plan on searching for any. He thought briefly of the Slytherin with blond hair and haunting eyes, but shoved her from his mind. The pretty thing before him obviously knew a good time, something most other girls couldn't say.

[samara]

"So long as I'm the only girl you plan on taking a walk with tonight," Samara replied with a wink, linking arms with the boy. Blake was one of the first boys she was rather looking forward to spending an evening with, especially considering the fact that he was rather attractive. Samara planned on showing him a night that he would never forget, though as to what her plan was going to be, she couldn't say. Samara was a spontaneous person, and the majority of her flings were never planned. The best things weren't ever planned.

Samara led Blake to an opening in the wall behind a nearby statue of armor, one of the many secret passages in the castle. She was quite familiar with the majority of the passages, and this particular one happened to dump out directly onto the school grounds. It was student made from years and years ago, to help hide students from the chaos of the Battle of Hogwarts, the end leading to a side of the grounds where no Death Eaters could see. The children fled to across the border and Apparated to safety. The hall was dark, but I'd suffice.

[blake]

"You and only you," he winked, impressed as she knowingly maneuvered into a secret passage. He had often heard of them, but had never managed to find one himself. He followed her into the dark, holding her pale hand in his, fingers laced through. The dark swallowed them as he followed her into the darkness, allowing her to take the lead. It was rare a girl had the backbone to do such, and he was impressed with such.

"Ever gone for a midnight swim?" He asked suggestively, as they emerged upon the grounds, the full moon shining brightly. It reflected off of her hair, giving the girl an angelic glow, despite her personality, causing another signature grin.

[samara]

Samara turned to look at Blake, grinning slightly. "Of course," she replied, laughing slightly. What girl of her stature hadn't gone for a midnight swim in the spring time? Hell, she'd swam in the Black Lake in the middle of winter. Her and her friends had gone skinny dipping, and it had been one of the best non-boy related nights of her life. It wasn't often she went for midnight swims, only if a guy asked or she managed to drag him into the water. It was a good excuse to be in just her undergarments...

Samara slowed down enough to walk beside Blake, hand in his. The moon was full, and it was absolutely beautiful. The stars were shining, and she wondered what the ceiling of the Great Hall looked like at that moment. It could never really compare in beauty to the actual sky, but it came close on occasion. A small smile graced her lips as she took in the beauty. It was a rather warm night, and she would bet the Black Lake was fairly warm as well.

[blake]

They approached the shore as Blake kicked off his shoes, sand beneath his feet. The moon was a perfect orb on both the water and in the sky. The Black Lake was warm this time of year, and he momentarily disentangled his hand from Samara's to strip his shirt off, ready to plunge into the waves. He grinned over his shoulder at Samara, as he let his shirt fall carelessly by his shoes.

[samara]

Samara admired Blake's ridiculously delicious body as he stripped, throwing his shirt at her feet. The moment he hit the water, Samara wasted no time. She hurriedly shed her robes, as well as her rather skimpy green dress, leaving her in nothing but her black lace bra and underwear.she ran and dove off the dock, and the warm water surrounded her. Samara surfaced, smoothing her hair back and grinning at her companion. Perfect night for a swim, in her opinion, and a perfectly wonderful guy to go swimming with. Samara could already tell her night would be exciting to say the very least.

[blake]

Blake barely had time to watch the beauty strip before she was in the water, body hidden below the surface. Her bright eyes gleamed as he dropped his pants, gladly jumping in after her. The warm water was a welcome feel as he grabbed her foot, playfully tugging her below as he surfaced, flipping his wet hair from his face.

He already knew this girl knew how to have fun, and he wasn't going to disappoint her.

[samara]

Samara laughed as Blake grabbed her foot, taking a deep breath as he pulled her under the water's surface. Eyes open, she watched him for a moment, grinning, before playfully kicking out of his reach and resurfacing. She couldn't remember the last time she'd genuinely had a laugh and a swim with an attractive boy. There normally weren't any pleasantries with her, it was all one night stands, and sometimes never even that long. Still, something about Blake made her want to get to know him. She knew it was foolish, but there was just something about him...

Samara splashed Blake and treaded water, enjoying herself. She was definitely a night owl, and with the moon being so big and bright and the billions of tiny stars twinkling in the night sky, she remembered why. Though she'd never admit it to anyone, she rather enjoyed the simple beauties within life. However, she had a reputation to uphold. She was one of the biggest flirts in the school, and was also a theif. It was moments like these, where she was really enjoying life, that Samara felt extremely guilty about stealing from Ron's wallet...

[blake]

Blake splashed back, laughing as he dove beneath the surface, grasping a hold of her slim waist. He rose to the surface, lips tickling her neck as the moon was reflecting brilliantly not only off of the surface water, but her bright hair. He laughed, just a laugh for all the beauty. Times like this, with a girl who could appreciate life, those were what Blake lived for. Of course, he knew this mustn't have been Samara's typical way of things, but that was what he did. He would give her a time to remember.

Her smile faltered as he paused, arms still around her waist from behind. "You alright?" He asked. Of course he was concerned. He had just been having the time of his life.

[samara]

Samara felt Blake's lips grace her neck and she smiled softly, breaking the spell of her tormented soul. However, when he paused, arms around her waist, and inquired about her mood, she frowned a bit. "Yes, I'm fine," she replied, though she didn't sound too convincing. Samara had never been too good at lying when it came to people outside her family. Lying to her parents and siblings came naturally for Samara, but when it came to lying to others... well, it never really worked. Other people tended to see her for what she really was, and she hated it.

To divert his attention, she wriggled from his arms and dove under the surface, grabbing his leg and pulling him under. She smiled slightly, then dove a bit farther into the water, wondering if he'd follow. Perhaps she'd have to retrieve her wand and go exploring in the dark depths of the lake. It had been a while, and she had always enjoyed taunting the mermaids and grindylows down below.