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She filled her lungs with that intoxicating smoke, breathing deeply from her last drag and blowing out, savoring the rush.
He filled his lungs with fresh autumn air, smiling back at his father, who walked with him along with his mother, a perfect happy family.
Sofia threw down her cigarette, or at least what was left of it and put it out with her shoe, her very own pair of Revlon Red four inch stilettos. She would miss wearing these around, her simple black Mary-Janes occupied her feet during the school year. The ticket was half-crumpled in her hand, Platform 9 and ¾, Hogwarts. One way. Her last year here, thank god. Sofia would go crazy if she had to stay in school any longer, despite the fact she was a half-decent student, saving her intelligence for herself and not boasting her good grades, often leaving them out of her daily equation. Of course, on the weekends and Hogmeads trips, she could wear what she pleased, but nothing pleased her more than walking in to a room, the click clack of heels against the cold floor.
Cedric pulled his trolley along, chatting with his father. He was the golden boy, handsome, intelligent, athletic, kind. Well, he was a bit rusty at History of Magic, but who cared, he was a star Quidditch player and all around good kid. As he passed the final pillar before the portal to the train, his eyes wandered to a woman, and her shoes. He looked away quickly, but his curious little eyeballs fell on her red heels, black seam stockings and knee length pencil skirt, he felt a rush go through him. That tiny waist, that skirt hugging her thighs, and that seam up the black of her legs. It was almost intoxicating looking at her clothes, but another thing caught his attention. Her lips. Slightly pushed out to give a look of "I don't give a damn", showing off in his opinion her best feature. But it was the slick, paint across her lips, the one that left a perfect stain on her cigarette that he stepped on, passing her to head on to the train.
Cedric tried shaking these thoughts from his head, deviant, perverted thoughts. He could look at girls and fantasize, but what he had in mind would make a 'normal' person shudder. He wanted those heels across his back, the lash of words from those blood red lips, demeaning him and fulfilling his lust for lowliness.
Once again, those thoughts he tried to shake from his head, snapping back to reality as he hurried through to he platform with his mother and father, looking back quickly and seeing the woman follow soon after.
He looked too innocent. She knew his name, Cedric Diggory, perfect boy of Hufflepuff. Those gray eyes, that perfect body all the girls swooned over, and Sofia was sure even a couple boys too. She saw his eyes look her over, and all the while she shot her glances at him, tilting her head down a bit, giving her a slightly sinister look. Femme Fatale, that was what she was aiming for, and she usually always got it down. There was no need for Ms. Thornton to hide the script up her sleeve, she knew the entire act by heart.
As she looked up at a clock, she decided it was time to hop aboard the Hogwarts Express, a name that made her scoff a bit, it sounded very 'magical' and 'super fun.' Grabbing her trolley, she pushed behind the boy and his parents, Sofia's mother and father didn't accompany her to the station, and Sofia preferred that. It's not that she didn't like her parents, it was just she wanted a little independence, plus she wanted to get a last cig out before leaving on the train. She tucked her Zippo lighter back into her trunk, next to her packs of cigs and got herself situated on the train, changing into her uniform, the blue crest of Ravenclaw rested on her chest. Sofia stretched out on a seat, her compartment empty, excluding her. She never expected anyone to join her, and she was usually right. Cedric changed and joined his friends in a packed compartment, hugging each other and laughing, his nose crinkled at their summer stories, he smiled and yet still felt a bit empty. This emptiness had been lingering in his chest for the past two summers, something he tried to fill but never could. But he ignored it, that hollow inside him and just focused on the now, his future and returning to the place where he was heralded as a gift, and maybe the emptiness would close up if he tried hard enough. And yet, thinking of this, in the back of his mind, a tiny speck or flicker of happiness, true happiness was ignited thinking of the woman's heels digging into his back, that string of pain coursing through his body and her dark spiteful eyes staring back at him, before he was beaten into submission by her fists and feet.