Fetish
by peropero-chan
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter
I don't know how I get myself into these situations.
Next time I go on a date, I'll be sure to pick a guy who is capable of carrying on a coherent conversation. Harry Potter may be the Boy Who Lived, but right now he' doesn't even seem able to string together an intelligent sounding sentence...let alone reach across the table and grab my hand.
I feel like sighing. Looking around Madam Puddifoot's I see all the happy couples making out at the other tables.
Harry can't even do that.
But I guess I can't complain. At least he's better than Cedric...
My dates with Cedric Diggory always started out bad and ended worst. Despite the way it had seemed, I loathed having to talk to him.
When he talked to me, his speech was littered with phrases like You're so exotic, and You Japanese girls are just like china dolls.
After he had used these two phrases about five times in various recycled forms, I would grab him and shove my tongue down his throat right then and there.
Anything to get him to shut up.
Stupid racist idiot.
First of all, I am Chinese, not Japanese. There is a huge difference, but I bet if I had talked to Cedric about that he would just tell me I looked exotic either way. And that thought always brings me to my second point. Exotic? What did he think I was? Some souvenir doll tourists buy when they visit China?
And that always brings me to my next thought.
Cedric had an Asian fetish.
Now, I look at Harry. He's struggling to come up with something to say. It's really pathetic now that I think about it.
Then, I notice that he's staring at my chest.
God! How do I find these guys!
Better find a way to get out of here fast.
...d'you want to come with me to the Three Broomsticks at lunchtime? I'm meeting Hermione Granger there, he says suddenly.
Perfect. Here's my chance!
You're meeting Hermione Granger? Today?