Author's Notes:
'Lo.
I'm Maria and this is my story.
Let me warn you, dears. I do not follow canon. I do not follow characterisation, at least in this story. If you want to find out how Ron and Hermione got together, how Harry and Ginny hooked up and fought evil or how Hermione and Draco fell for each other in a most appropriate and believable way, go read the actual books (or other fanfics for the last). The X button is right before you (right, at your top). Fanfiction is not written with the intention of continuing the actual books. It is a fan's own work. I used to write Draco and Hermione stories, trying to make them 'get together' the most believable fashion. But when you deal with Draco and Hermione, there cannot be any believable fashion. They won't hook up at book seven. That's it. End of story. Did you like it? I didn't. This is why I am writing my own story of them.
Personally, I don't support this couple anymore. I have grown tired of it. They do not fit each other. But I once wrote "Want Your Body, Not You" and nothing more. It has always been planning inside the corners of my head. I never published anything besides this. I want to do my old D/Hr passion justice. And this is why I carry on writing them.
On a completely unrelated note, I don't support R/Hr and H/G at all (though I am starting to live with the last couple).
So, after this small introduction, I hope I haven't turned you against the story. If I have – oh, well – I am proud of it – do you know any writer who would do that? Anywho, I hope you retain that same openmindedness when you read other non-plausible ships and like my story.
I love reviews. Good and bad ones, as long as the bad ones give me constructive criticism. If there are things you don't like in my story, don't hesitate to shriek them out. I have my ears open. Literally.
I also love my readers and being in touch with them. If there is anything troubling you (or you just fel like it), e-owl me. You will find my e-owl address on my profile.
We are family, right?
Oh, wait. Gee. I forgot to tell you. I am a teenager. You are teenagers (a vast proportion of you anyway). You have the same problems I have. Teens are a very difficult period. Especially for a girl. I'm talking about her first ... intimacy with guys. Her confusion of what is right and what is wrong, the prudeness and taboos of societies, peer pressure, overloaded studies, loves, lusts and lack of knowledge of what is sense and what sensuality.
Sense and Sensuality
– Prologue –
Adults are prude, even though they secretly acknowledge their own foolish actions in the past.
Adults harm youngsters without the sheer intention of it.
Adults are too narrow-minded to adapt a new and modern ideology over love and sensuality.
Adults live in their own world of what is proper and appropriate.
A youngster is hurt by an adult's arrogance and over-confidence.
Adults are hypocrites: they emphasise love in general but they forbid its practice.
Adults are marked with an X in the youngster's hearts.
Youngsters scan adults with X-rays, critisizing them severely. It serves adults well.
Adults are marked as victims of their own lack of childhood experience.
Sensuality has lost all sense over pleasure.
Pleasure has been made a religion.
Love is a game with souls and bodies.
Love was murdered one day by commercialism.
The slightest trace of affection can be called love.
Humans are puppets to their passions and fears.
Humans are puppets to their passions, faults and blemishes.
Life is like chess: a game of smart moves.
As the nightingale dies singing, trees die upright.
Everything is murdered at this era: love, passion, enthusiasm, support, trust, feelings, emotions, fairy tales.
Each person has their own path in life. In the end, all paths are intertwined.
The only thing someone is worth dying for is love.
If you cannot help a person, help yourself.
There is no good and bad taste. There is only beauty and however somebody interprets it.
Smile. It confuses people.
A girl's friend is the one to whom she can confide her weight.
When you try to do something for yourself, try hard. When you are trying to do something for the other, try harder.
Getting hurt by loves echoes its power.
Real beauty relies in the soul and not the shape.
There is a fine thread between realism and vindictiveness.
Modesty is for the mediocre. Egoism is vital.
You take what you give. A little girl stood at the precipice. At the other side was a mountain. She shouted, "I hate you!" and the mountain shouted back in echo, "I hate you!" Then the girl, confused, shouted, "I love you!" and the mountain shouted back, "I love you!"
If it is that we think of the past all the time, why do we need the future?
You should rather be hated for what you are than be loved for who you are not.
Artist is the one who feels pain and carries on.
Raise your head high. If you think of yourself inferior, this is what the others will think of you as well.
Life is God's anecdote to humans.
At first, a lie comforts. Then, it becomes a habit and at the end, a knife that stabs you.
A human's purpose is the transcendence of knowledge. Otherwise, why should we search for Paraside?
Be quick. Do not be bored. Do not die before your biological death. Live before you die.
There is a difference between living and surviving.
When you are having the job you want, you are young. It gets you out of the bed, of mustiness, you set goals.
Ageing is, foremost, spiritual and then biological.
The greatest art is the art of life.
A successful human being lives present by programming the future.
There is no worse thing in knowledge than scattered knowledge.
Where 'adults' insert 'parents'.