Disclaimer: If I owned harry potter then Tonks, Remus, and Fred never would have died :,(
AN: Okay, so I know that I should be working on my other stories, but I've just lost my inspiration, and honestly, I think that they are quiet terrible. I may or may not rewright them... Eventually, lol. So this series of drabbles will be about the next generation ( obviously ) They will all be short, and have at LEAST one secret in them. Also, these stories will have everything from f/f to m/m to incest, and almost all of them will be angsty.
Since I've been rather bored lately, I've decided to play a little game. I'm going to put a sentence or two at the end of the chapter, and whoever can guess the secret before I post the next chapter will get 10 points. Now if you get close to the secret, but it's not quiet there, then you'll get 5 points :)
whoever gets the most points by the time I get through the entire next generation kids wins a free one shot of their choice dedicated to them!
I'm going to post the next chapter sometime tonight because I already have it wrightten. Keep in mind that the next ones won't come this fast AT ALL.
Sometimes, Rosie thinks that she's a masochist. Not every day, but sometimes.
Every now and again, she strips in front of the mirror to stare at all if the little bruises that constantly litter her body. They're not very bad, but they stand out proudly on her pale, freckled skin. She bites her lip as she runs her fingers over them while she recalls how she got each and every one. She lets out little gasps as she recalls the slight pain when she received the little spots of color.
The one on her hip appeared when he knocked her to the ground as they passed each other in the hallway.( He'd been walking with one of his slags at the time) The one on her stomach came after he roughly shoved her books into her stomach while they were waiting for their potions professor to come and let the students into the classroom. ( She'd made the mistake of accidentally bumping into him)
She pretends that she hates it, but she doesn't. Deep (not so far) down, she can feel the little thrills when he calls her horrid names. Each one that comes from his oh so kissable lips feels likes sharp knife deep in her heart. Every little stab breaks her heart a little bit more. She knows that she should feel absolutely terrible every time he breaks off another piece,( and MOST of the time she does) but she can't help but think that even if its only to cause her pain, it means he at least NOTICES her.
Maybe it's not the kind of attention she wants.(maybe) But hey, beggars can't be choosers after all. Even if its the sweetest poison, when its coming from Scorpious Malfoy, she'll take all that she can get.
Sneak peak: Lorcan looked down at Molly's messy brown hair, bright blue eyes, and red, flushed skin. It seemed that Lysander had taken it upon himself to tell her their little secret, and she was more than receptive.