Wondering around after curfew was something Delilah had done long before the school was taken over by Death Eaters. It started when she was in her fifth year, actually. There were a few reasons why. One was to sneak a cigarette away from the tattle-tell Slytherins. Another big one was to just clear her head before attempting to sleep. The last big one was to sneak away and scribble in her diary without somebody trying to peek over her shoulder to read. Tonight was a combination night. She planned on clearing her head, smoking and jotting a few things down in her leather bound diary. Why not hit them all if you get the chance, right?

Sneaking out was practically second nature to the female snake at this point. She had been doing it for so long, she really didn’t have to think about it. Of course, now, with the Death Eater run school, it made this process much more difficult. Before, the punishment was a slap on the hand and scoot back to your common room. Not these days. Since Dumbledore’s death, the punishments were much more severe. Sometimes even involving the use of Unforgivable Curses.

Needless to say, she was much more careful about it lately. While she’d usually just move out in whatever she was wearing previously, she would now change. Into all black attire to help keep cover if she needed it. She had a few occurrences where she had to actually run and hide during her late night strolls. Sometimes she sort of felt like a thief, running around in black and hiding from the people in charge, but it didn’t really bother her any. Probably because she liked to strut around in the tight black clothing. Most of her clothing was quite revealing, this wasn’t terribly different. While she had full pants and a long-sleeved shirt, they were both extremely tight and the shirt seemed a bit low-cut. She really didn’t own anything that covered anymore.

She moved through the halls silently, walking on her toes so the heels of her shoes didn’t make a sound. Who cares if it seems silly? Delilah Delgado will go great lengths to smoke a cigarette.

Walking on her toes was something she was quite used to. She had been dancing classical and Latin ballet for years, something she liked to keep secret. However, ballet didn’t really involve walking on the toes, more up and down work was involved. After a while, her toes felt as though they’d cramp from being in that position too long. However, she kept them up. One wrong move and it could be detention for her. A foot cramp was nothing compared to a crucio straight to the chest.

While she heard no noise from the young man before, his clearing of the throat was hard to miss. Fear shot through her stomach and she immediately winced her eyes shut. She had been caught. This was not a good sign. Not a good one at all. If she were lucky, if would be somebody who favoured Slytherins and would perhaps let her go with just a warning. Oh, how she prayed it was. Or some little Hufflepuff prefect that would just report her to McGonnagal rather than Snape. That would be nice too. That way she’d get a punishment like writing line or organizing something for her. No big deal. Okay, so don’t panic.

After a moment of worry, the Latina turned herself around. It was slow to be sure she held a cool and confident look. Even if she was about to get caught by one of the Carrows, she’d want to look as though this situation didn’t scare the daylights out of her. However, when she turned around she began to wonder if she’d prefer being eye-to-eye with a Carrow.

Crucio had to be better than this, right?

At the same time, she wasn’t too upset with seeing him. Her and Theodore’s relationship ended almost as soon as it had begun. He was one of the people who seemed to think he could change her ways. Of course, she thought maybe it would. She actually agreed to ‘date’ him and let him be her official boyfriend. She didn’t seem to have a problem, which sort of surprise her due to her commitment fears. However, as soon as sex was added into the equation, she ran. Just like she always did. It didn’t seem to matter. One night stands or actual relationship, she would run away. Seeing him just reminded her of that. It embarrassed her to the point where she didn’t really care for running into him. She also felt a little bad for him, after all, he really wasn’t half bad. It was that old saying, ‘it’s not you, it’s me’.

Despite how conflicted she went when she spotted him, she gave a confident and cool little smirk. At least she wouldn’t have to serve detention. As long as he wasn’t bitter over what had happened. Perhaps it was time to turn on the Delilah charm. Her dark eyelashes bat up and down once before glancing up at him in her usual sensual way. Instead of letting onto her previous nervousness, she decided to joke a little. “Merlin, Theodore. I know you missed me, but I didn’t think you’d sink to stalking me.”

It was true, Delilah and Draco were rather easy to spot near one another – if not together at Hogwarts or Hogsmeade. It was partially due to the fact that they were in the same house and same year. They seemed to sit near each other during classes and even in the Great Hall. However, that certainly wasn’t the only reason. They had been seen outside of just classrooms and the common room though. There were a few rumors about the two that Delilah heard. Most of them false, of course. A few, however, were not. Such as the two of them spending time alone in one of the towers. This is quite true. Another truthful one was that they had gone on a ‘date’. Technically, it was never officially titled as a date, but it was for the most part. They went to Hogsmeade and ended up flirting the whole time. Plus, rumor had it, Malfoy would be coming to her upcoming birthday party.

Being taught to ignore or at least withstand the powers of a beautiful woman was probably for the best for anybody who wished to come around Miss Delilah. She was more than just a pretty face, she was a horribly pretty face. There were plenty of pretty girls in Hogwarts, however Delilah used her looks in an advantage that not many did. For good reason too, it was unhealthy and quite wrong. The Slytherin girl didn’t care though. She was a devious and manipulative girl, that’s how she got into the house in the first place. While it worked on most, sometimes Slytherin males were used to it. Many Slytherins girls were manipulative in some way, usually things involving pure blood and money. Delilah never cared about those things, but this generally meant Slytherins were used to these sort of things.

Theodore was clearly of that sort. It was rather obvious when he didn’t give her the typical goo-goo eyes and stupid grin. He was used to her ways by now. However, his eyes did slip. They trailed up and down her frame before lifting right back up to her face. More specifically, her mouth. This caused a smirk to slip onto her full lips. Maybe there was a little hope for seduction. Finally, his eyes lifted right back to her eyes. A devious look glinted in the golden-green cat eyes.

Though the two had been frequently spotted together, any attempts to be with Malfoy were quickly swatted. While they seemed to spend a lot of together, they really weren’t that close. No, and any attempts to really flirt with him were usually lost on the stupid blond. Oh well, she wasn’t terribly heartbroken by it. Offended was a better word for it, really.

As he went on to speak in a nonchalant tone, she rose her eyebrows and kept the irritated look off her face. “I’m nothing more than a lost cause to you, darling?” She appeared calm, but her tone was not. It was sugary sweet, sarcastic and mocking. “You wouldn’t turn me in now, would you?”

Delilah's rather sudden attraction to Draco Malfoy was a little on the unusual side. That is, if you didn't truly know the both of them. Draco Malfoy was often thought of as a boy who went through girls as quickly as he went through underwear, but that really wasn't the case. Malfoy had an extremely high set of standards, even beyond the 'pureblood' rule. Not just any pureblooded girl could bed him. Oh no, nobody was good enough for him. He was a little more fickle about it in his younger years, but it seems like no female was allowed around him now. He was essentially, just as unattainable as she was. He was a challenge, just like her. A challenge that strangely called to her. After all, he was about the only boy in Hogwarts she had yet to already have and he was proving to be quite difficult to even get it in the future. He was quite a handfull.

While the Latina was aware of the slight competition between the two Slytherin boys, that wasn't the reason behind her selection. She knew that they were both only rich, pure-blooded Slytherin males with any brains. However, the other aspects of their personalities clashed too. Mainly, they both wanted power and to be in charge of themselves and everyone else. Obviously, this meant that they just did not mesh well together. While they never seemed to be especially loud about their 'competition', it was still quite well known.

Her ignoring Theodore also wasn't part of some big plan. In fact, she rather liked Nott. He was decently intelligent, handsome and rather mysterious. However, one thing seperated him from Malfoy. Theodore was no chase. He came to her willingly, his arms and heart wide open. This would seem like a good thing, of course, since males seem to be the less romantic in heterosexual relationships. However, not to the antsy Delilah Delgado. Nothing that she can have is wanted by her, making her quest for 'love' neverending. For example, if she actually did manage to keep Draco Malfoy in her grasp, she'd probably end up throwing him away too.

Part of the reason that she didn't even know that the whole Malfoy thing was upsetting him was because he never said anything about it. Of course, this was probably for the best. If she knew that seeing her with Malfoy would anger him, she would. Nothing is more flattering and sexy than a jealous man in her eyes. Nothing.

He wasn't falling into the trap of letting her go scott free. She really should have assumed it wouldn't work, he knew her too well by now and he wasn't stupid. He had gone to school with her for years now and was probably well aware of how she worked. In fact, as he seemed to let her words sink in, he didn't even react. In fact, he just stared down at her. For some reason, him not falling for her trap excited her. It was similar to how Malfoy now behaved, as if they were too good for her mischevious and flirtatious tricks. Like she'd have to step up her game. Like this was a challenge. Was Theodore now a challenge too?

Even if he was, he couldn't be taken back. After all, it was her rule... Right?

As he spoke, her golden eyes stared right back at him. She didn't bother with the flirtatious glances anymore. If they weren't working, she wasn't about to waste her energy trying. Instead, she appeared strangely relaxed as if his words didn't sink in at all.

"C'mon, Theo." She finally replied, the devious tone dropping as well. Instead, she sounded a little tired and quite calm. She still looked rather sensual, but that was really just her nature by now. "I just needed some fresh air. I know you're angry with me and all, but can't you cut me some slack?" After a moment, she paused. It was almost was if she realize how plain and everyday she sounded. Something that she definitely wasn't comfortable with.

"Please? I'll owe you?" She suggested lightly, leaving out any details. Her dark eyebrows rose in a slightly hopeful expression on her pretty features.

Marriage had never even been thought of as a possibility to Delilah Delgado. The union of man and wife. The legal coming together of two people. Whether it be the ultimate act of love or the sharing of the families' wealth, she really never saw it happening. Many Slytherins were merely wed for the simple fact of money or blood. Young pureblooded girls are taught from an early age to flirt and stick around boys with money or pureblood. In fact, a lot of them were set up in an arranged marriage before even entering Hogwarts. This was something Delilah never pictured. Not only would be never marry a man for these reasons, but it didn't make sense for her. She was of an average, middle class family and rather secretly, her blood was only half pure. So, her family never planned such a thing and would much rather the girl chose to marry the man she loved.

Love. Another thing she never saw happening. It wasn't that she was incapable of love. In fact, Delilah was quite a loving person. She would give up anything and everything to protect her family. They meant more than anything else to her. While she would never think of doing such a thing otherwise, she would kill for her family. Even if it meant being sent to Azkaban, she'd do it without a second thought. However, romantic love seemed completely out of the question. It wasn't that it was impossible, it was just that she had such a difficult time settling to even date one man that loving one seemed like a deadly task. As if it was so unlikely to happen that it was impossible. The idea of a man actually caring about her enough to love her seemed unlikely to her as well. All the other men in her life had taken off without a care, so she didn't see it possible for future boys to stay. Perhaps this is why she got rid of them so quickly. Ditch them before they ditch her.

Despite marriage seeming so unlikely, there were few things Delilah wanted more in the future than to have children. Ever since the birth of her younger brother, she was always a 'mini-mum' with her siblings. She would help her mother with taking care of her siblings. She would ever sometimes tell her mum to just 'go away' because these were her kids. Her baby sister was the same way, except her sister also treated her as though she were her mother. Even now, they were best friends, even with Maria only seven years old. Because of this extremely close relationship with children, Delilah does hope to have children. Whether she has a father for them or not, it's completely irrelevant in her mind. Yes, she'd prefer they have a father they knew and who loved them, but she didn't have to care about him. After all, Delilah grew up with a father and she believed she turned out just fine.

Theodore Nott did have a certain reputation with Slytherin girls. Of course, Delilah too had quite the reputation among their whispering lips. Her reputation was partially based on truth, of course. That she was a reckless whore who slept around with just about anybody and left them come morning. There was no doubt that Delilah was quite the flirt who had had her fair share of boys and sex. And it was quite true that she never slept with the same person more than once. Another truthful rumor was the fact that she didn't care if a person was male or female. However, there were quite a few false ones. Several males seemed to think of it as some sort of girl, claiming to have slept with the young Latina. Saying she did wild, crazy and sometimes disgusting things during their love making. The rumors didn't bother her though, it was all just from stupid and bored students with nothing better to do with their time.

The awkward silence between the exes was growing past awkward and into extremely uncomfortable. As he stared off, she began to wonder if she could just slip away and she would go completely unnoticed and he would think all of this was made up in his head. As if she was just a figment of his imagination. As if he was just dreaming about her. For a moment she began to wonder if he did dream about her. If he missed her and if he wanted her back. However, she didn't voice these thoughts. Instead, she thought about an escape plan and how just walk away while he was in thought may work.

However, as soon as she shifted to make a move, he spoke. Obviously, he did not forget about the subject at hand. He commented on how she could try to suck up to the Carrows and perhaps Alecto swung that way. The idea made Delilah instantly feel ill. Yes, she was fond of women also, but she definitely did have some taste. Alecto Carrow's looks alone made her shudder. He was being cruel. Crueler than usual and she couldn't help but wonder why. When with her, he wasn't particularly sweet, but he did have a gentleness to him. All of that past gentle and carefulness seemed pushed out the window at the moment. He wasn't Theodore Nott right now. He was a Slytherin. Just like any other Slytherin male. The thought also made her a bit sick.

"I'm sure anybody would lean my way if I wanted them too." She responded, her voice as low and sensual as ever. Not that she'd ever be interested in either of the Carrows, of course. However, if he was going to act like a typical Slytherin, so was she. Crude, sarcastic and cocky. Two could certainly play this game. Especially when the two in question with Slytherins through and through.

When he turned her last comment into a much more sexual innuendo, her dark eyebrows rose curiously. She really didn't expect him to catch onto the possibly sexual hint. Perhaps he had picked up too much from her. After all, everything was sexual with Miss Delgado. Her eyelashes lowered for a moment to let her drag her eyes upward, taking every expression on his face in. It had been a while since she had seen him this close. Close enough to take in every feature on his face. The smirk on his once kissable lips and the malicious glint in his eye. While most would find it a tad frightening, Delilah had to shift because the evil look excited her slightly. Ex or not, he did have a way with her.

He leaned his smirk down to her level and whispered into her ear. Her head tilted slightly to the right, bringing her ear closer to those lips. A few strands of her dark hair fell onto his cheek as he spoke his mean words. His words stung a little, yet at the same time his quiet voice caused goosebumps to erect up her arms as if there was a sudden cold chill down the hall. The words were mean and they were just that. He said it convincingly, but she knew better. He was saying them to hurt her like she hurt him, there was not an ounce of truth behind them. There couldn't be, she could tell by the previous glint in his eyes. She turned her head, so her face was touching his. She tilted her chin upwards so her nose was to his. The distance made her breath easy to feel. Her full lips just barely brushed against his. It wasn't quite a kiss, but a familiar feeling of being lip to lip. Her eyelashes nearly touched her eyebrows at how far she had to look up because of the height difference. Her golden green eyes locked onto his as she stared for a moment before speaking. Her seductive voice lowered a little more than usual and came out as a whisper. "Is that so? Would you like to test that?"

Seduction probably was one of the oldest games to be heard of, in which the woman almost always wins. Many heard of stories involving beautiful women, seducing men into their fate. One of the most famous was the very woman Delilah was named after. While the naming was ironic before, it seemed like no mistake now. The seductress' name was none other than 'Delilah'. Her story heard by quite a number muggles, especially those involved in studying religions. The story of the beautiful woman seducing the man who loved her into telling her the secret of his strength. While she rolled in the riches of her success without a care in the world, he was tortured and eventually died due to her treachery.

While Delilah's mother never thought her daughter would even think to do such a thing, she just may have set up the second coming of the devious temptress.

There was no doubt in the petite Latina's mind that she had the upper hand. While she moved to come closer, she could sense him tense up. It wasn't an awkward, wanting to pull away tense. It was the sort of tense that practically fessed up to wanting to put his hands on her. As if he was using almost everything in his power to keep his hands off the tanned girl. In other words, she seemed to have him right where she wanted him.

However, once his hand snaked up her back, she realized that she couldn't have been more wrong. At first, when she felt his fingers on the back of her head, it felt nice. She felt sort of like a kitten being pet. Her eyelashes almost fluttered from the pleasing feeling, but before they got the chance, her thick hair was yanked back roughly to reveal her bare neck. Her eyes went wide for a moment and her lips separated to let out a quick gasp. It was followed by a lower moan and her dark eyelashes finally fluttering before shutting. While the shock of it was rather painful, the aggressiveness was what caused the rather sensual moan to escape. Anybody who couldn't see them would probably assume something more sexual was going on.

She could hardly feel his lips brush against her because of the sudden throbbing in the back of her head. Her thoughts raced quickly to try and regain herself. This was definitely the submissive position of the two and Delilah did not like being on bottom. Though for a shallow moment, she prayed he didn't pull out any hair. It wasn't until she felt his breath on her ear that she even remembered to breathe again and snapped back into reality.

"Mmm, the games I play with Draco?" She asked, her voice breathy and highly sexual. Despite the sensual voice, it could have been an innocent question. To somebody that wasn't a Slytherin, that is. Draco Malfoy, when addressed by others around their age, was almost always 'Malfoy'. It was a sense that they held him higher in pride, they feared him, they disliked him or wanted to keep his name impersonal. Either way, he was 'Malfoy' to damn near the whole school. Delilah was never one for calling people by their last names, but even she generally stuck with his surname. However, for whatever reason, Draco came out instead. His first name seeming so personal and like she was closer to him than most. Something that didn't help her 'innocent' case.

When he let go of her dark tresses, she reached up to rub her poor scalp. It ached and immediately sent a headache shooting through her skull. After a moment, she looked up with a glare in her golden green eyes. The dark-lashed eyes glinted deviously and her voice remained sexually hinting."This isn't anything like the sort of games I'd play with that boy."

While the sexual thought of Draco Malfoy had passed through her mind, it wasn't any more than most others in the school. A simple thought that was gone before she could really think about it. The only thing that really attracted her to the blond thus far was the chase he made. However, the hints of jealousy were so obvious in the other Slytherin male's voice and eyes that she decided to say it anyway. After all, there were few things funner than a jealous rage. "Though, you've already had a sample of those games, haven't you?"

She knew her word would sting. She knew they'd ring in his eyes. She knew the statement would repeat over and over in his poor mind for quite some time. She knew the words would haunt him and prevent him from a good nights' sleep. And that's exactly why she said it. She liked to be top banana in the shock department and leave people pondering over her words weeks after they had even been said. Why? Well, she liked to be thought about. In fact, she loved it. The fact that she knew Theodore not only thought, but still wasn't completely over her pleasured her so much that it was almost sick and twisted. However, he wasn't the only victim to this little mind game that she played. He just happened to be the one around longest to figure it out.

This was her final year at Hogwarts, she wanted to go out with a bang. That when fellow classmates saw her strolling along Diagon Alley in the future, they'd avoid her completely, yet at the same time think about her. If she was still the way she is now and if not, who was she? She wanted to leave quite the impression and she planned on doing such in these last few months.

When he stepped back to take in her words, she grew immensely excited. She had won. She shocked him. She hurt him. It was beautiful. While Delilah was one of the rare Slytherins that wasn't on the side of the Dark Lord, it didn't make her any nicer. The young woman still had quite malicious intentions for those around her. The sight of him swallowing the words that she hissed so coyly was beyond pleasurable. In fact, it was nearly arousing. She wanted to lash out and just thrust him at the wall behind her and ravish the boy. However, it wasn't to 'kiss away his pain' or anything. No. No, it was so much better than that. It was to let it sink even further, let him think that this was the treatment Draco Malfoy got everyday. When truth is, her lips had never touched a single inch of th boy. Of course, it was fun to make him believe that her and Malfoy went at it all day, every day like a couple of animals in heat. It seemed to hurt so much more that way, which just amounted to turning him on even more.

Unfortunately, the arousal didn't last long. Not after he mentioned a certain other name that caused her to tense up and frown. Pansy Parkinson. Delilah and Pansy were rather well-known for not getting along. They were what most liked to call 'fake friends' or 'frenemies'. To each others face, they'd force a smile and lace their friendly conversation with catty remarks. As soon as the other turned her back, the daggers went flying. The catty put downs could be as simple and stupid at 'her hair cut is stupid', 'she's a whore' or 'looks like a dog', yet they continued on with it. Never had it escalated into anything serious like a full out fight, but it was just bubbling to happen and to be honest, Delilah couldn't wait. Being born into a large family and spending most of her childhood outdoors, she was fairly confident she would be a better fighter than the little pureblooded debutante who would probably cry if dirt touched her porcelain coloured skin.

The name caused her own small nose to wrinkle up for a moment in order to resemble the raven haired girl she spoke of. "Oh, sure. You two would make a lovely couple." She said at first, then poked her squished up nose. "But I had no idea you were into pug dogs."

Delilah lowered her tanned hand and gave a smirk up at the boy. Yes, the idea of those two together made her want to vomit, but she couldn't let him know that was a potential weakness. She knew how this game was played and showing any form of weakness would immediately be used against her, so she just kept up she sensual little smirk. "Then again, you were rather rough with me," She began again, her voice lowering sexually because everything turned into sex around Delilah Delgado. "Perhaps you just like it like the animals."