yeah, i'm sure every girl does it.
and it's really awkward to explain it to people with a y chromosome.
my brother especially gives me odd looks.
disclaimer: i own nothing, harry potter is the property of jk. rowling.
Teddy walked into the Hufflepuff common room, immediately spotting Victoire sitting in the arm-chair closest to the fire-place.
She was reading the Daily Prophit with her legs tucked up on the seat. One hand was curling her strawberry-blonde locks and the other was - stroking her thigh?
Teddy cleared his throat. "Victoire, dear, may I ask what on earth you are doing?"
Victoire looked up, confused. "What d'you mean?" She asked. "I'm reading the paper, Teddy. It's this positively amazing thing that tells you information about-"
"Oh, ha ha. I am quite aware of what a newspaper is. I meant your hand," he said pointing towards the arm on Victoire's leg.
Victoire still looked puzzled.
"You're practically feeling yourself up right here in the common room!"
Upon hearing this, a bunch of scrawny second years snapped to attention, looking intently at Victoire who was flushing pink.
Teddy smirked in their direction. "Not going to happen."
He then turned to Victoire. "And what would the teachers say if they saw this? What about your poor mother? What kind of examples are you setting for your sister? Your cousins?"
"Oh, can it, Lupin," she said rolling her eyes at her boyfriend, her face returning to its normal colouring. "I was certainly not feeling myself up. I was just... well, you know, feeling," said Victoire, suddenly realising how stupid she sounded, but thinking she worded that sentance as best as she could.
Teddy looked bewildered.
"You see, Teddy, I just shaved my legs and, well, they just felt so nice," said Victoire, walking over to where her boyfriend was standing.
"So you shaved you legs? Why? Couldn't you just magic the hair off your legs?" Teddy guessed, never having to consider anything of the sort.
"Well, yes," she replied, "but, I was bored. So why not? I wanted to waste time and couldn't think of much else better to do..."said Victoire shrugging her shoulders again.
"Oh, I could've thought of many better things to do. You-"
Victoire cut him off with a look that said, 'Silence or Death'.
"So. You shaved your legs, decided they felt nice and thought you would just stroke them?"
Victoire sighed. "It sounds so odd when you say it like that," she muttered. "And, besides it's not my fault that they're so smooth."
Teddy's eyes took a trip down to Victoire's long legs and slowly back up to her eyes.
He suddenly grabbed her hand and raced over to the arm-chair closest to the fire. Teddy pulled Victoire across his lap and rested his hand on her thigh.
"I'm sorry," he murmured, stroking her thigh. "I guess I was just jealous."
"What? That your legs aren't this smooth?" Victoire teased.
"No, that you were doing my job for me."
you guys should see the original of this.
the spelling is atrocious and the grammar is just... asdfghjkl;'
i guess that's what you get for writing at three am.
hope you guys enjoy, and reviews are greatly appreciated.
xoxo