[Friends::With]{{Emmy}}[Benefits]

[Tucker Pierce]

Running a large hand through his short hair, Tucker looked down at his feet. It seemed like a storm cloud was looming over his every move, making him depressed. He wasn't sure when he would get his whole heart back. It seemed to be broken into way too many pieces for him to take at one time. He sighed, feeling a tear roll down his cheek. He held the rest of them back though, as his thoughts zoomed off, zipping through the many images of Claire. He sighed, looking up just in time. Right there in front of him was the broom closet. Great place to get away from everyone really quick. He cracked the door, slipping inside easily.

Tucker sat down in the corner, his thoughts still on Claire. He began to sob, feeling his heart break even further. He tried to hide the loud noises escaping his lips during breaks from the sobbing, but it was no use. He had lost Claire. The only family member he had left. Well, besides his father whom had murdered Claire, and his mother. So, they weren't exactly on great terms at the moment, as you would suspect. Tucker placed his head in his hands, rubbing his temples.

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[Emeline Hughes]

<sub>As usual, the Ravenclaw was strutting her stuff through the corridors, wreaking about as much havoc as anyone could single-handedly create. But, for a girl as brilliantly michievious as Emeline, this was simply child's play. Jinxs, hexs, a series of tripping spells and a close encounter with a Huffle and his girlfriend, whom she'd walked up to and snogged for a full minute before simply walking away. She left distrust and arguments in her wake. And she loved it.

In fact, the girl even had the nerve to trip the infamous Charlotte Crenge as the redheaded girl made her way to class. Emeline wasn't afraid of the other girl. In fact, she believed Lottie to simply be a big bully. Her bark was, after all, much worse than her bite. The Ravenclaw, after all, could give the Slytherin a run for her money. Both verbally and magically. Charlotte was perhaps the only person in the school who knew the Dark Arts quite as well as the Hughes girl did. After tripping the older Snake, Emeline ducked into the broom closet attached to the Entrance Hall, simply to avoid a large-scale duel. Sure, she would have loved it, but she knew she'd cause much more distress if she simply left Charlotte to stew in her own juices.

It wasn't long before Emeline realized that there was someone else in the broom closet with her. She turned around slowly, the psychotically wild hair she'd tied back in a pony-tail earlier that morning coming out in small wisps around her face. Immediately, the girl's impish eyes sparkling when she saw Tucker Pierce on the other end of the broom closet.

Friends was a loose word for the two of them. Perhaps if you added the phrase 'with benefits' to the end of that, it would more suit their status. They acted completely normal with each other in the company of others. But they had a habit of snogging intensely and occasionally even shagging. Although, that was hardly uncommon with Emeline. Sex was more like a hobby to her than a romantic intimacy. In fact, she didn't even really like Tucker. But he was an amazing kisser. And that was what made her walk forward with her graceful, rougish walk and kneel in front of him, lifting up his chin with her hands and giving him a small smile. "Why so glum, darling?"</sub>

[Tucker Pierce]

Not even lifting his head, Tucker knew whom had walked into the closet with him. He smelled her mouth watering, seductive perfume, and it hung his mind like a drug. He opened his blurry eyes as she pulled his chin up to make him look at her. His heart ached as she asked the dreadful question. Yes, she had known about Claire, but never really spent any time with the once charming little angel. He let his head rest in her hand, as he spoke his voice deep and thrilling. "Claire was murdered a couple days ago. By the one and only dad I have." His voice broke, but he didn't shed anymore tears. He just sat there, staring at Emmy with no expression on his heart broken face.

Tucker pulled his chin out of Emmy's hand, looking back at his feet. his eyes were drying now, and his face was no longer red. Luckily. He looked just as good as he had the days before the murder of his sister. His eyes just showed his true emotion. He pulled Emeline onto his lap easily, wrapping his arms around her lovingly. No, he did not love her, but he did love what she put out for him. It was nothing like the way Lou made him feel when he was around her though. Emmy just pleased him with sex, and snogging. Or what not. He shrugged absent minded, not looking at her.

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[Emeline Hughes]

<sub>Emeline smiled her wide, seductive smile up at him as he stopped crying. She knew in her dark, twisted heart that she didn't care shit about him. In fact, if someone killed him right in that moment, the only thing she'd really feel would be disappointment that she didn't get a good shag out of him before he died.

But Emeline had a way about her. She could fake the caring that most people instinctively had. Sure, hers wasn't genuine and it really didn't amount to much as it could disappear in half a second, but it got people to trust her. And that was exactly what she needed to rip the carpet out from under their feet and break their sorry, weak little hearts. Oh how she loved manipulating people to her sick little ends.

As he pulled her into his lap, Emeline had a sickening feeling of nausea. She hated personal gestures like sitting on people's laps. It was more the Ravenclaw girl's style to cut straight to the chase. Skip the shit and move onto the sex. That was, after all, the only reason she really kept up a relationship with Tucker. She always knew she could get any sort of sex and whatnot she wanted out of him with a little twist of her words. She had him wrapped around her finger in that way. And he wasn't alone in that aspect.

Straddling his lap, she knelt on either side of him, her back straight as she arched her neck and looked down at his face, her brow slightly furrowed and her head tilted to the side hardly a nudge. "There's no use crying about things you can't change, Tuck," she told him, her voice a whisper, "I know you loved her very much." Love. What a stupid word. Emeline didn't love anyone. She only loved herself.

She wiped the wetness off his face with her kisses, her thick, seductive lips making their way around that strong face of his before finding their way to his mouth.</sub>

[Tucker Pierce]

Tucker felt her words swarm around his head, as did her kisses. He met her lips at the perfect time, moving them quick and in his amazing patterns. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, grabbing his back with his large hand. He pressed her body against his, but he quickly, sat himself up, laying her back on the ground. he laid himself carefully on top of her, the kiss still continuing. he trailed on down her neck, slipping her shirt off her right shoulder. he continued the gentle kiss down to her shoulder, his heart racing with delight.

Without a doubt, the lady could kiss. That was one thing she was good at. Tucker must admit to that. No, he wasn't half bad at kissing... well actually he was pretty damn good at it. Well, that's what girls told him at least. Tucker enjoyed having sex... just as much as Emmy did, although he only had it with her. He had no intention on doing that with someone whom wasn't experienced. Those people sucked, and basically ruined sex for him.

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[Emeline Hughes]

<sub>Emeline thanked God she didn't have to talk to him in that moment. She'd had a tiring day full of distributing her chaotic little world around the school. All she wanted right now was a good dose of sex from this man she couldn't care less about it. If he would have continued crying she didn't know what she would've done. Probably punched him in the face. It wasn't as though that would be the first time.

Usually, she enjoyed teasing boys when they were trying to fool around with her. But at the moment, she didn't really feel it. She was too tired for keeping herself from him. Instead, she simply let him do what he would, reaching up her thin, lithe fingers to undo the buckle of his belt and slip his shirt over those strong, muscular shoulder of his.</sub>

<sub>Her hair was mussed, having fallen out somewhere along the road, sticking up in twenty-three odd directions. Breath was still hard to come by, and her thin chest rose and fell in a quick fashion as she sucked in air through her sensual mouth. He was already standing near her, pulling his shirt over his head. When he glanced over at her, she flashed him a seductive grin and sat up smoothly, finding her jeans in the dark of the broom closet and shimmying into them in the most seductive fashion.

Sporting just a bra, she searched around in the dark for her shirt, although she'd never been exceptionally good at seeing in the dark. Cat vision wasn't one of her strengths.</sub>

[Tucker Pierce]

Tucker, unlike Emaline, looked exactly the same that he had before they had sex. His hair was not jacked up, like Emmy's was at the moment. He also had a blank expression on his face now, feeling regret bubble up in his chest. He wished he hadn't done it. He shouldn't have. Lou was suppose to be his forever now. His forever and always, but he had done it once more. He pulled his shirt over his head, then pulled his jeans backup to his waist. He buckled them, his dark eyes solemn. Quietly, Tucker laughed gently at Emmy fumbling around in the dark for her shirt. He grabbed it from the ground in front of him quickly, throwing it at her with ease. He then turned around to look at the door.

"Emmy... I'm done with this. Done with giving you whatever you want from me. No more sex. Not for me at least. I'm not going to be participating in your little whore show anymore. You're on your own with that." He struggled to say the words, knowing it would be very hard for him to resist her tempting request for him to have sex with her once more. But no. He was done with that. "I guess that was our final fun sex thing. Or whatever you want to call it. Oh, and by the way I didn't use a condom. Your screwed bitch." He laughed gently at his last statement, his hand on the door handle.

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[Emeline Hughes]

<sub>She pulled her shirt on the moment he passed it to her, slowly pulling it down over her bra. She pulled all the stray pieces of her hair back into the pony-tail they'd originally been in and ran a hand over her perfect, arrogantly impish face before smirking at him.

The next moment, she was between him and the door, however large or small of a distance that may have been. Her skills at magical teleportation with her wand were becoming increasingly better. After all, it wasn't as though she was some dumb ass student who couldn't even hold their wand correctly. No, she was Emeline Hughes, pureblooded, Dark Arts extraordinare. She knew how to work it.

She shrugged at him, her face dangerously close. Although her face was pompous, empty of most emotions, her eyes were cold and burned with, perhaps the best phrase is 'I told you so's. "Your loss, sweetheart," she said simply, her voice sickly sweet, emphasizing the last word with a snarl like simper. The next moment, when he shot out the last phrase, she simply cackled.

"I wasn't put in Ravenclaw for nothing, you silly child," she told him, her voice again that tone of babying sweetness. "I've got magical means of not getting knocked up. Have fun with the side effects you should be getting in about-" she glanced at the watch on her wrist "-oh, ten minutes. See you round, jackass."

She slipped out the door as easily as that, swaying her hips as she sauntered away from him. That is, until she bumped into one particular Hufflepuff girl. She gave the girl a troublesome grin before darting around her smoothly and making her way down the corridor, milling through people and beginning again to wreak her havoc on the school.</sub>

[Lou McGooken]

<sub>Lou had simply been making her way through the corridors, on her way to the Hufflepuff Common Room in the basements when the door of a nearby broom closet opened up and the Huffle's eye was caught by a particularly stunning girl exiting, her hips swaying as though to the rhthym of music. It was a girl she knew of, if only by reputation. The mischievous one of the school who Lou swore was a little psychotic in the head. Emeline Hughes.

But it was who was behind her, still in the broom closet that caught her attention more. Tucker.

Oh Jesus, she thought, her heart beating faster. She idly wondered what the two of them had been doing in that broom closet. Knowing Emeline and the aura of trouble that tended to follow her around, Lou could only imagine what it could be. And she was a pretty good imaginer, if she did say so herself.

Not really wanting to talk to Tucker after such an awkward encounter as this, she turned tail and began to walk as casually as she knew how in the direction of the stairway down to the basement. Oh Lordy.</sub>

[Tucker Pierce]

Ignoring Emmy, Tucker rolled his eyes. He opened the door waiting for her to strut her fat ass out of his sight. He walked out behind her, grunting as he saw Lou. He began to run after her, happy that Emmy was gone now. He grabbed her arm ever-so-gently. He looked her in the eyes, his face showing an unreadable expression. "Lou... wait. Listen we need to talk. I have to tell you something." He was planning on telling her everything about Emmy. About how they had been friends with benefits this whole time. He was going to tell her that he was done with it, and he was sorry it took him so long to figure out that he didn't want sex from her. He didn't want her at all. He just wanted Lou. Lou and only Lou. He didn't give a shit about having her virginity either. He just wanted to be able to call her his. His girlfriend.

[Lou McGooken]

<sub>In her heart, Lou knew that she wanted to stay and hear him out. She smiled her bright, cheery smile at him, trying to buy time as her brain worked double-time to try and figure out an excuse to get her out of the situation. But the Huffle had never been any good at excuses. She wasn't terribly good at lying either, so her caramel colored eyes tended to let go of her emotions as quickly as if someone had yanked them out of her.

"Sure, Tuck," she answered, uncertainly. She had no idea what he was going to tell her and that frightened her. Perhaps he simply wanted to talk. Because, in all honesty, they hadn't really talked much in the past week. Mainly because Lou had a lot of homework lately. Essays and such weren't to be blown aside, even if she was shit at them. She'd spent most of her extra time trying to comfort Tucker. He seemed so lost without his little sister and she soothed his anger towards his father. After all, as she'd told him time and time again, anger solved nothing. Hatred tore at one's insides. If you let it take you over, there'd be nothing left of you.</sub>

[Tucker Pierce]

Tucker wrapped his arm around Lou's shoulder cozily, walking towards the nearest unoccupied, stained bench. He sat down next to Lou sighing. He looked at her his eyes growing soft, worried, and apprehensive. "You have to believe me though, and forgive me. Lou... I've messed up... bad. You're the only thing that's left for me to fight for. Please... understand." He took her tiny hand in his huge one feeling calm but scared. He looked at her, deciding that he better get it over with. Now or never right? What if she didn't forgive him? He would die. That's that.

Clearing his throat lightly, Tucker continued his explanation, his voice begging, "I'm sorry Lou... Emmy... Emmy and I... we have been friends with benefits for a... while. Even before I met you. That's what we were doing in there. But... before I left, I told her I was done. Done with her forever. I want you, and only you. I don't care about Emmy anymore. She never cared about me. She just wanted to get a good screw outta me. Which she did, may I add sadly. I'm sorry again... please. Please forgive me. You're my forever. Forever and always." Sighing, he looked her in the eyes before adding, "You're the only thing keeping me sane here. The only person whom is keeping me from committing suicide. If I loose you... then my life is over."

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[Lou McGooken]

<sub>His arm felt heavy on her shoulder as he led her over to the bench, but for some reason it felt wrong. The splendor of having a guy's arm around her shoulder was spoiled by the uneasiness that his words had caused her. She was worried about what he had to tell her. And her worries only increased the moment he began talking.

Had he killed someone?

That was the first thought that came into her head as he told her that he'd messed up badly. Sure, she didn't put it past him. He was a Death Eater, after all, and that meant being able to kill people on a moment's notice. After all, she didn't hold that part of his life against him. He was her friend, and a good kid. And he could very well be a murderer, but she forgave him for that. In fact, even if he was, she wouldn't want to know about it. It was simply irrelevant to the matter of their current friendship.

She shook her head, giving him a tired little smile. "Tuck, dear, your love life is really none of my business," she told him with the hint of laughter in her voice, even though, deep down, she was hurt that she hadn't known about this. She became unsure about him in that moment. Was he really into her, or was there some other reason for him to be hanging around with her? She sighed, thinking she could slip out of this conversation. But the next moment, she heard him talking about suicide, and she snapped to attention, her creamy caramel eyes sadly intense as she looked at him.

"Don't talk like that," she told him, something like a frown on her face. She couldn't really achieve a frown very well, so it was more of a sad expression. "You scare me sometimes, Tuck, you know that right? You're reckless with yourself. It's like you don't even care that people could get hurt. With Emeline just now, and with Corliss that night at the Lake. People are fragile. You must know that."

But what really scared her was the fact that he could kill her in an instant, whether it be with those strong hands of his around her neck or his words stabbing through her delicate heart.</sub>

[Tucker Pierce]

Tuck sighed, wishing that she would understand. "No. Lou, you don't understand. My 'love life' is all your business. Lou... YOU are my love life." He looked at her, his eyebrows furrowing, with misunderstanding. He cocked his head to the side, his hands capturing her face in his large hands. "I know that, Lou. You are the most fragile person I've ever dealt with. Trust me, I know. With Claire... it was hard too." He sighed, his eyes growing soft. He wanted to kiss her right then and there. Damn... he wanted her SO bad it wasn't even funny.

"Lou... listen. I can't help but talk like that to actually get through to you. I LOVE YOU! Get it? I want you sooo bad, it's hard to control myself from kissing you right now. I'm done with all the other girls. Kia, Emmy, and anyone else you thought I was attracted to. I'm really attracted to you. I think I'm in love with you. Please, just... please." He sighed, deciding that he better do it now. Again, now or never. "Yeah... I'm whipped." He committed, mostly to himself. Then he continued earnestly, "Lou, will you be my girlfriend?"

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[Lou McGooken]

<sub>Lou still thought this was a joke as he tried to make her understand. "When was I going to be notified of this, dear?" she laughed, still wondering when he was going to drop this and laugh along with her. They were far from each other's love lives. In fact, that was simply a laughable concept.

She gave him a look when he told her he loved her. Then she answered, a tired, knowing tone in her voice. "Love me? You hardly even KNOW me, Tuck." She sighed. "No, you don't love me. You just want what you got from Emeline from me. And other girls might be satisfied with that. But I'm not." She didn't want to be one of those people who simply gave themselves away to anyone who felt like they deserved a share.

Lou already had her own twisted version of the truth spun in her head. Perhaps Emeline had actually broken up with him and he'd known that Lou usually had a hard time saying no to people. She simply thought it ruined the whole happiness of her days. So he'd come to her and tried to get hergo out with him so he could fool around later. But she knew now that she wouldn't. However, she had no idea how far from the truth her little version was.

"I'm sorry, love. But I can't trust you. Not after seeing what you can do to people." She shook her head, slipping out from under his arm and fervently pushing her hair behind her ears before looking back at him, her head tilted slightly to the side, eyes searching his. "You're so full of hatred. I know you have it hard, but sometimes it's just better to let things go. I've been doing it all my life."

With that, she stood up, hoping to all the dieties in Heaven that he wouldn't follow her.</sub>