-= J.K.R. makes the money not me, just check my bank account.=-
The Beginning of a Hot Summer
End of fifth year- one long hellish nightmare. So much water under the bridge.
It's not the first time I've passed her; working tart. She's my age, I think. Attractive, everything else aside.
"Roxx, can do you for a song. Make you smile." Eyeing me licentiously.
My battered ego, roused at her drumming.
"Come back at ten and you won't even have to sing." She said softly as he was passing.
"Taking liberties with me?" I smirked.
"Oh I hope so, tall, dark and decadent."
I did, damn me. Much too flattered by her fine features.