Lost World (OPEN)

Eyes going wide at the words that crossed her lips, Jorrie looked up. "Oh no, I couldn't do that. Thank you for your concern and all, but if anyone in that house found out I would be shanked." The look on Eileen's face was so lovely and caring that he had no idea what he was going to do with her. It's not like he could tell her that he wanted to be with Rodolphus Lestrange for the rest of his days. What he would give to turn him and move to Italy for the rest of their days. It would be glorious to share a lifetime with the one person that made him happy, but would Rod be willing to come out and live in the openness, away from it all? Probably not.

"I have a lot of clients Eileen, I can't really just go and tell her how I feel. It doesn't work that way in this business." Looking over his stuff the boy took in a deep breath and shook his head. Hair falling in his eyes every so slightly and a huge weight pressing down on his chest. "Really I appreciate what you're trying to do, honestly I do, but there isn't anything that can be done. I don't even know if she likes me, we had a thing a couple weeks back, but she hasn't talked to me in a while and I'm really worried about. Maybe I'll go talk to her later or something. Right now is not the time." Waving his hands in some elaborate motion he looked over at Eileen.

This was all too real. With the flop of the night house and his best friend not even talking to him or making eye contact it was getting real. Everything was real. Joram told Alice about Rodolphus and the like, but that was Alice. This was a girl he happened to stumble across in the library. "You're a nice girl Eileen and I'd rather keep it that way. I like you like this. You're so innocent, whereas I'm completely the opposite."

'What clients do you mean?' It took Joram a moment to let her words sink into his skin. Confidentiality. That was the main focus of Joram's work and he wasn't allowed to leak, or rather he wasn't apt to leak information. Lucrative and unsecured. With the line of work he participated in there were far to many risks and too many people always in a rush to break down his defenses. Blinking a few times he took a step back from the girl in his bedroom. "I didn't mean to offend you, and I can't exactly tell you. I'm sure if you asked my cousin or any number of girls within the walls of this school what it is I do you'll be certain to find out. Probably disheartened as well." His own heart clenched in his chest for a moment and Joram looked over at the girl who found her place back on his bed.

Instantly an emotion that he hadn't felt in a couple of weeks came back to him. Compassion for others. Joram had been spending his time cooped up in his own wallows. Drowning real life out with the drugs and the alcohol he nearly forgot what it was like to take care of someone else. "I didn't mean it like that, not at all. But what is going on with me is more complicated and complex than I would like it to be. Honestly, I would love to go tell her how I feel Eileen, but I can't it just doesn't work like that." Joram's hand found her check as he crouched low before her and looked into her eyes. She was a lovely girl that much was true, but Joram was one of the biggest players within the castle walls.

He and Rodolphus had a firm grasp on the student body for many years, okay so maybe three years and he wasn't about to let that go down the drain anytime soon. No, especially with a girl as pretty as Eileen sitting on his mattress. "Go on Eileen, tell me what it is I think? Tell me what I want to know, because I have this feeling that I could break you. Indulge me, beautiful. Tell me how innocent you're not, I would love to hear it." Joram's mood flipped one hundred and eighty degrees. Letting his hand rest on her shoulder lightly he gripped and attempted to push her back. "Do you really want to know why those girls were ogling you when you came into my dorm? When the door closed? I could tell you, but that would take the fun out of this game we're playing."

How good it felt to be back into the regular swing of things. Joram couldn't explain what it felt like to have a girl in his bed once more. There have been countless nights that involved Caitlin Gallagher, but she literally slept with him. Sometimes there were nights when the sheets were so cold and Joram slept on his own, those were the nights he hated, but the night that would forever be imprinted on his mind was the one with Rodolphus. Everything the poor Hufflepuff boy did would remind him of that night, but right now he wasn't in the mood to think about Rodolphus Lestrange. Right now it was all about Eileen Harlow.

Joram pressed her shoulders back into the plush of his bed and let his lips find hers for a moment. Just a small kiss was all it took to put him back in the drivers seat. "I'm a dealer, in more than contraband." His words were barely above a whisper, but he let his lips graze her's once again. "I can get you anything you could possibly want and more." The mood in the room was shifting once again and it was about time Joram had another confidence boost. The girls out in the common room were correct in judgement, but Joram had other plans. Wooing a girl into his bed just by playing a song for her happened to be easier than he thought, maybe he would go public with what he did more often.

What was it that made him such a good whore? Was it the complete focus on his client or was it the careful preparation that made it all the worthwhile? Joram was a god among those that walked the halls, but he also paid careful attention to the wants and needs of those who sought out his services. To add the icing to the cake the boy was addicted to it all. The risk, everything involved in rum-running and sexual relations. If he couldn't get off he would go for the cocaine that lay bundled up in the top drawer of his dresser, or perhaps pop the false bottom out of his drunk and get so smashed that he was unable to think straight.

"So tell me, Eileen, what is it that your heart desires? What is it you want? I will make it happen to the best of my abilities to make it perfect just for you." Again his lips touched hers and a dark glint sparked in the back of his eye. This was the release he needed more than playing music. She could give him what he wanted, and in the end she would be just like all the other girls who sat in the common room. Flicking his wand, Joram charmed the door so anyone who tried to get in or listen would not be able to do either. This specific charm was the one he had perfected and used regularly. "Just say the word."

"I think I can offer you that." Joram's hands moved over her body as she pressed up against him. It was all a flurry of hot emotion and strength. Joram finally found his foothold in his life and was ready to give in to the temptation of taking this girl with him. Her breathing seemed exasperated for a moment, but she wasn't pulling back or shying away from him. Jor's hands gently caressed Eileen's neck, but they found themselves exploring more of her body. Slowly he worked his charm and his hands slipped up her thigh. It's been too long and not only did Eileen want freedom. Joram wanted release and that was exactly what he was going for.

A few moments passed and clothes ended up strewn in peculiar places. Joram worked his magic like he did with the dozens of other women in the school. Skilled in the art of love making and treating women with the respect they deserved, Joram Mortelle made Eileen feel wanted and like she had a place with him. It was an art form that Jorrie performed many times over and over again. Eileen was treated with complete security, respect and yearning. Joram acted as though he wanted her forever to be his companion, to walk at his side and stand tall.

The smell of blood filled the room and it put Joram off for a moment, but then he realized exactly what he did. A smile crossed his lips as he kissed along her collar bone and continued his job as the Hogwarts Whore. She was so fresh and sweet, and Joram was going to give her something to remember him by. Pulling away from the girl that lay upon his bed, Jor's fingers moved over her skin smoothly and as daintily as a woman's would have, but the front of attack only happened when her legs were up in the air.

That was it. There was nothing left he could do, but after the deed was done Joram rolled over on his back to lay next to Eileen. The Ravenclaws sure knew how to party, and if he could break more from that mold he would. Joram Mortelle was amazing at nearly everything he could put his mind too, which happened to not be very much. Sex, alcohol, drugs, those were the top of his list, but also love was weaseling it's little head into every corner slowly sucking the fun out of life in itself.

Eileen had claws of steel and he could feel the rise in his skin, and the dull ache in his neck as he looked over at her. Even if she wasn't what he wanted, she got what she asked for and he would gladly do it again, perhaps in a couple of hours. It wasn't so unreal to him, but it seemed as though Eileen was caught in surprise.

The release was more than he had expected, but still it wasn't nearly as good as Rodolphus Lestrange. Nothing ever would be. Clenching his jaw together he rolled over on top of Eileen again to pull a bottle from his nightstand and make a notch in his headboard. His chest lingering over her face for a few moments, careful to not let his Rosary smack her in the face, but then pulled the blanket up over her.

"Well? Did you get your freedom?" He laughed half-heartily laying back down next to her. Uncorking the bottle of actual wine he let the bottle touch his lips and offered Eileen a drink. Sharing was caring, right? Tossing his arm across her shoulders and pulling her close to his chest to make her feel wanted and not disposable. It was a thing he did with every girl he brought into his bed, and every guy that dared to venture there. Joram was the jack of all trades when it came to the bed.

It was nice to relax a bit after sex, and it was even better that he had a bottle of wine to share. Joram knew when to pull out the infamous black bottle or a nice red, tonight it was the most delicious of reds he had on hand. "I'm glad to bring you one step closer to your freedom." His voice was quiet against the silence of the dorm room and he lifted the bottle to his lips again taking in a few large gulps. The wine wouldn't have much effect on the boy, not unless he consumed at least three bottles in a short time frame. That's what he got for being bottle fed wine at such a young age.

An eyebrow lifted for a moment as she mentioned the fact that they didn't need to cuddle. It was part of his ritual. "You can think that it is more for me than you if you'd like." Still his voice was soft, skin still touching hers he set the bottle on the nightstand. "I'm not like the other guys who could have done this to you. I suppose you could say i'm more feminine and like to cuddle after a great lay. You could have slept with Io Nott, he would have shagged ya and bagged ya. Get off and then kick you out naked and all. I have a different approach I guess you could say."

Holding her close to his chest as he rubbed her back and started playing with the cross on his rosary. Reflection was a big part of sharing his bed with someone. Sleeping with Cait was always different, sometimes there was sex but not nearly as much as of late. Mostly just cuddling. Joram told her everything, for the most part. Everything aside from the vampire part, which only Rodolphus and Integra were completely aware of outside the family itself and the staff of course. How he kept it hidden so well was beyond him, but he did a damn fine job at it. "Have you ever wondered what it would be like if you were the opposite sex. I mean, how do you think you would do if we were to switch places for the day?"

Joram tried to remember what it was like to lose his virginity. Alice Hallows. No one would have believed it, he had just turned thirteen and the boy was over the moon for her. A smile came across his face as well as relief. At least it was with her instead of someone else. Joram trusted her and their friendship seemed to mend over the whole ordeal. He was just glad there was someone there that understood him to a point. And then there was the first time he slept with Integra Echoes. So many new skills were learned and he wouldn't have been the man he was today if he never slept with her. On countless occasions. He wasn't an amateur by any means, but the both of them learned off of each other. It was a great relationship until Rabastan had to come along and ruin for both him and Rodolphus. Integra got around like wild fire and all the boys were wild about her, but now if they even so much as look at her wrong Rabastan would be all up in their faces.

Sighing he hadn't realized that he brought the onyx cross and began rubbing it against his lips. Only when he was lost in thought did it get that far. Glad he broke out of the trans before his mind wandered to Rodolphus and that crazy night, but still a smile came to his face as he looked down at Eileen. "I act this way because people have an unspoken need to feel wanted and I can offer that for them, so I do it out of habit. You're more than welcome to leave if you'd like, I wouldn't be hurt. But I'm not going to leave you naked in my bed because I'm through with you. People hate being cast aside like they're nothing, because Eileen, face it. We're all something."