On Technique.
AN: This is a repost to sort out the formatting. I know perfectly well how to write dialogue, ff.net just crapped it all up. Thanks for pointing it out :o)
It's mid-afternoon, and they're alone in the Quidditch changing rooms.
"No, look here... You're doing it the wrong way!"
"Well how am I supposed to do it then?"
"Just wrap your hands around the base in a cup shape—"
"Like this?"
"Yeah like that."
A pause, and they shift positions slightly.
"Now draw your hands up the length of it toward. Bring your hands toward you and stroke upwards."
"Am I doing ok?"
"Yes, but—No, don't loosen your grip, still hold fairly tight."
"Well I've never done this before, so how am I supposed to know!"
"You mean you've never done this for Potter or Weasel?"
"No. They do it themselves. Sometimes they do each others."
"Why?"
"Ron thinks Harry's is better than his, he likes to be able to touch it."
"Oh stop talking about those two would you, you're not concentrating."
"Am so!"
"Then why isn't anything happening?"
"Give it time would you, I only just started."
Another pause, and Hermione continues stroking. Draco groans.
"Listen, I told you already: stroke upwards!"
"Well if you're the expert then why don't you do it?"
"Because it's more fun when it's you."
"Oh look... I think it's working."
"Well what did you expect would happen if you kept rubbing it like that?"
"I don't know, I just..."
"Well carry on then!"
"It's get a bit... shiny."
"Shiny?"
"Yeah, like if someone rode it they might slip off."
"I really don't think you should be telling me that."
"I bet this would go quicker if you used your mouth."
"I beg your pardon!"
"I'm just saying that it would."
"I'm not letting that—No. It's just gross."
"Spoilsport."
"Oh shut up, I'll stop altogether if you don't stop complaining."
Hermione smiles triumphantly, and Draco nuzzles her neck.
"All done?"
"Quite. Not bad for a first time."
"Don't get used to it."
"Well if you're *this* good I'm not gonna be doing it in future."
"Listen here Draco Malfoy, I may be your girlfriend but this is the first, last and only time I'm ever going to polish your broomstick for you. It's your bloody stick so you can do it yourself! I don't know why I bothered, it's only going to get filthy next time you play Quidditch!"
AN: This is a repost to sort out the formatting. I know perfectly well how to write dialogue, ff.net just crapped it all up. Thanks for pointing it out :o)
It's mid-afternoon, and they're alone in the Quidditch changing rooms.
"No, look here... You're doing it the wrong way!"
"Well how am I supposed to do it then?"
"Just wrap your hands around the base in a cup shape—"
"Like this?"
"Yeah like that."
A pause, and they shift positions slightly.
"Now draw your hands up the length of it toward. Bring your hands toward you and stroke upwards."
"Am I doing ok?"
"Yes, but—No, don't loosen your grip, still hold fairly tight."
"Well I've never done this before, so how am I supposed to know!"
"You mean you've never done this for Potter or Weasel?"
"No. They do it themselves. Sometimes they do each others."
"Why?"
"Ron thinks Harry's is better than his, he likes to be able to touch it."
"Oh stop talking about those two would you, you're not concentrating."
"Am so!"
"Then why isn't anything happening?"
"Give it time would you, I only just started."
Another pause, and Hermione continues stroking. Draco groans.
"Listen, I told you already: stroke upwards!"
"Well if you're the expert then why don't you do it?"
"Because it's more fun when it's you."
"Oh look... I think it's working."
"Well what did you expect would happen if you kept rubbing it like that?"
"I don't know, I just..."
"Well carry on then!"
"It's get a bit... shiny."
"Shiny?"
"Yeah, like if someone rode it they might slip off."
"I really don't think you should be telling me that."
"I bet this would go quicker if you used your mouth."
"I beg your pardon!"
"I'm just saying that it would."
"I'm not letting that—No. It's just gross."
"Spoilsport."
"Oh shut up, I'll stop altogether if you don't stop complaining."
Hermione smiles triumphantly, and Draco nuzzles her neck.
"All done?"
"Quite. Not bad for a first time."
"Don't get used to it."
"Well if you're *this* good I'm not gonna be doing it in future."
"Listen here Draco Malfoy, I may be your girlfriend but this is the first, last and only time I'm ever going to polish your broomstick for you. It's your bloody stick so you can do it yourself! I don't know why I bothered, it's only going to get filthy next time you play Quidditch!"