Well, I know I haven't written on What's Your Problem lately, or at all. But on on xmas break, so I now have time to write and post and bask in the glory that is reviews. Well, I hope so anyway. So, bye, and enjoy this new fic
I held the locket close to my chest, clutching at it as I tried to calm myself down. I hated these things my parents made me go to. Or technically, their best friends, the Malfoy's. Those people were so odd….They were always so mean to my parents, but seemed to grudgingly accept me. Their son, who my parents were trying to set me up with, had apparently decided to come to this party. I hadn't seen him since we were both turning 11. Since then, he had apparently been to prissy private schools. Its been almost 4 years since that summer. I wonder what he looks like now. I guess Ill see soon. Our limo pulled into the half-mile long driveway, and our chauffeur opened the door after we stopped. First out was my dad, who looked a little like Maxwell Sheffield, a TV actor, and was wearing a black Armani suit, and a Valentino tie. He helped my mother out, who had her (bleached) blonde hair elegantly done up in a twisty bun thing on the side of her head. Her long blue silk dress rustled beautifully as she walked in her modest (3 inch) heels. And then I came out, happy to look as crazily different as I could. Thank god for the paparazzi, or else my hard work would have gone to waste.
My (naturally, from my dads side) blonde hair was wavy curl-ish down to my waist. I had on a bright friggin purple corset dress, with was all poofy and taffeta-y down to just above my knees. My black and white striped knee-highs were loose and falling down my shins over my fishnets. I had on the cruelly attractive (5 inches. Scream!) heels that hurt to walk in, that sparkled and glowed from the batteries in the platforms. I had or a mini top hat with purple roses and fishnet stuff, which was clipped into my hair. I was wearing like, a thousand bracelets, so I jangled and clinked every time I fidgeted, Which was a lot, as I fondled the black and rose gold locket against my chest, too nervous to stop. The mansion (ahem, castle!) was friggin massive. My parents were already inside, so I walked up the black (seriously? Why not, like red? There was enough media cover for this to be the Grammy's) carpet into the huuuuuuuuuuuuuuge front hall.
People walked around, gossiping, and having boring conversations about dumb stuff, like stock, and money, and some sport, that apparently was something like hide-and-seek. I mean, why else would you have a seeker? And what type of grown men watch kids play hide-and-seek? Pervs. I strode through the mess of people (as well as I could in the abominations known as the battery powered shoes that were easy to walk in, but attracted too much attention, cause they were brighter than the candle-lit room really allowed for) towards the hall. Once out of the stuffy dancing hall (castles. Geez) I walked down the hall, and collapsed on a couch in what I assumed to be a guest bedroom, or a…what is it called? A parlor? But it wasn't. I shoulda known. Cause to assume is to make an ass outta you and me.
I stretched out, and sighed happily. I could easily avoid my parents back here. "Who the hell are you?" came a voice from across the room. I jumped up (bad idea with these shoes. I didn't fall, but my shoe came off, and I was off balance) and twisted around so fast, my hair completely fanned out. And hit me in the face. Smooth, Tierra, smooth. "My name is Tierra Gail Lunis. Daughter of Dianna Lunis and Patrick Lunis, Owners of Lunis Environmental. Now, who are you?" My feeble attempt to save face by whipping out the parents-are-important card. My parents own Lunis Environmental, which is basically the British version of Wal-Mart, but 10 times more rich.
He smirked. Crap, he already knew who I was, just not what face went to the name. this couldn't be good. "My name is Malfoy. Draco Lucius Malfoy. Son of Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy, who have arranged this…gala…..to get you to agree to marry me in 5 years." I gaped, and he walked out of the room. I guess I was still processing how friggin hot he was. I'll tell you what he looked like, and then Ill tell you what I did.
He's blonde. He is tall. He is buff; in a not-freakishly-disgusting-way. His hair hung in his face a little, and his eyes, ohmifrackinggod his eyes. They were melting. If I were icy cold steel in a massive sheet of ice, looking in his eyes, I would be a puddle in seconds. And, he had not gotten completely dressed yet. Perv! HE HAD PANTS ON! TUX PANTS! But he was topless. 6 pack, abs, biceps, triceps, and the kind of shoulders that make a girls feel safe, and nice arms (I kinda have this thing that guys have to have nice arms.)that made me want to clone him, take the clone home, and make him my personal slave model. (This is where you are allowed to have pervish thoughts. Cuz I am too )
Anyway, I screamed what really really loud, then a string of "unlady-like" words that im not gonna repeat here. Then I ran after him, my shoes in hand, my bare feet pounding on the flagstones. I caught him walking into another room (somehow he had gotten a shirt on. WAAAH) and pounced on him, and he body slammed onto the floor. Before his head cracked against the floor I fell, and got under him somehow. So he landed (kinda, he stopped himself) ON TOP OF ME. A FRIGGIN HOT GUY I HAVE KNOWN SINCE PRACTICALLY BABYDOM WAS ON TOP OF ME AND HES HOT AND IM TOTALLY PHYSICALLY AND MENTALLY ATTRACTED TO HIM AND HES ON TOP OF ME! Okay Tierra, breathe. In, out, in, out…..
"I thought we were supposed to save this until the honeymoon." I couldn't help but giggle, kinda mischeviously. And since we were both winded, and gushing hormones (blame puberty) I guess we got caught up in the moment. I mean, his…pelvis was on mine, and our faces were inches apart. So yeah, we kissed. And I guess I decided to have fun, maybe just a little. I flipped him over so I was on top, and I kicked the door closed. I began unbuttoning his shirt, and pulled it off of him. With that out of the way, I pulled back and began to evaluate him. He laid back on his elbows, grinning. "What? Do I pass inspection?" "Yes. No, we are going to play tag. And since I have to wear these monstrosities in there, I get a 3 minute head start." I got up, put on the shoes, and bolted. Oh, this was gonna be fun.
….
As I skidded to a stop in front of the dancing hall, I realized there was no way I could hide in the clothes I was wearing. I ran fast towards a closet, and found that it was chock-full of extra clothes. I grabbed something black, and found it was silky and velvety to the touch. I whisked behind the door as I heard steps from the other end of the hall, and I softly closed the door, and began changing, in what I found was someone's actual walk in closet, I just came in from the other side. I put on a wig, different jewelry, but kept on the shoes cuz a) the dress was really long and b) he needs some way of finding me.
The dress was about 7 inches too long, and it still dragged even with the shoes on. It also had a corset, but with chains, and blood red ribbons. The corset was covered in lace and zippers. The skirt was silky, and slit up to my knee in the front. I turned off the glowy thing on the shoes, and slipped my locket into the pocket hidden in the corset, putting on a black necklace with several diamonds. My bracelets came off, and were replaced by one cuff, witch had lace and leather, on the other a thick biker chain. I put on stockings that were a sheer black, and then put all my stuff in a bag, which I hid in the room. I pulled on the blonde wig that was mid-back length, and bone straight. I swept it up in a clip to hide the bulging of my own hair beneath it.
When I got back into the now stuffy AND overcrowded dancing hall, I spotted Draco at the bar, where all they would give him was soda, which seemed to piss him off. He finally gave up, and scanned the room, pausing on me, shaking his head, and looking over the rest of his guests. I turned on the shoes with a stamp of my foot, (and also scared several short little waiters, who were wearing some really raggy clothes.) I pushed my way through the crowd, and was stopped by some drunk guy who was spluttering about some drunk-talk, quidditch and gringotts. I walked past, and sat at the bar, next to Draco, and disguised my developed British accent, and spoke in my natural southern voice that you can only get from living in Tennessee with your grandparents for 5 years.
"Hi. My name is...Christine Summers. You must be Draco Malfoy, nice to meet you."
He looked…aggravated to say the least. He was pissed that he couldn't find me. Thank god I had two accents in my arsenal to disguise my self. But, true to his breeding, he was polite. "Yes, thank you. I apologize, but im not familiar with your name. Why have you been invited, if that's not rude?" Oh crap. "Uhhhh… My mother is a cosmetic CEO, of Revlon. I think your mother wants to make a trade network or…something. Heh, heh." I attempted to say. And he looked at me funny. "My mother…doesn't use make-up. Or do business." Damn. "Well, I don't know why we're here, but we are. You might as well try to be nice to me. I don't see any other people our age, or anywhere close." He looked at me, and seemed a little, regretful? Resentful? I dunno. "Well, the girl I like, she's hiding, and I don't know where the hell she is. And that's pissing me off." He muttered something that sounded like: three minute headstart, my ass. I giggled and grabbed his chin, and kissed him. He stared at me, blatantly shocked. I reverted back to British accent-ness. "Idiot! It's me, Drake." I yanked off the wig (ow-nessness) and poked him in the chest. (ooooooh, he's strong, his chest's all firm. I think im drooling)
"Glaring, he growled at me. He swung around on the bar stool, and stared in the opposite direction. "Awwwww…..c'mon Drake, are you really gonna ignore me?" No response. I decided to pull out the big guns, no matter how degrading it was. I pressed my chest against his back, and draped my arms around him, and began plying with the buttons on his shirt, whispering in his ear, "Please, Drake? Don't make me get changed nack into my clothes all by myself….." I made a pouty sound, like a little sound, all girly, and he laughed. "I thought you were serious for a sec. But that little sound, I thought girls only did that in movies." I stomped my foot at him. He laughed harder. Obviously. "Did….you…just stomp your foot at me? You have got to be kidding." "Jerk," I said, and stomped away angrily. Stupid pissy-making hormones. Stomping into the closet, I changed, and began to fix my hair, which had gotten really frizzy under the wig. My dress was unzipped, and the skirt was hiked up, cuz I wasn't finished re-dressing. Drake came in, and called my name, before he found me sitting there, frozen, my dress only halfway covering my cleavage and thighs. Oh great. This would happen to me wouldn't it?