She stares at you from the mighty-evil table. While you sits at the loyal-innocent table down the row of the house tables.
Her sharp dark eyes taking you in: Cunning and devious, you could tell by the cold wicked gleam in her eyes.
You can't help but feel some fear of her. She is a Slytherin, the epitome of cunning and everything opposite of what you're suppose to be. But you realize that you're not the typical Hufflepuff. You almost fit the Slytherin description. But the hat said, so he was stuck in this house.
Tonight it would just be you and her. In the room of requirements. Her raven dark hair fell unconsciously in her eyes and she seemed unfazed by it, as she kept her wicked gaze on you.
She smirked and slowly bowed her head down to her plate and finished the little food she had left on it.
Later that night you wait in the Room of Requirements and you see she had arrived. "I see you decided to come," she smirked and you unconsciously shiver.
"Of course," your voice is husky with lust and need. She leers closer and suddenly you both are chest to chest. The same school blazers, but distinct different house ties.
"You shouldn't be an ugly Hufflepuff. You would look so much better in green, instead of the sickening yellow," she whispered, just ready to seduce you into oblivion.
"I know," your voice is low and husky like before.
She leans up and kisses you slowly, but yet so passionate and intimate. Your fingers intertwine into her silky raven locks. Pinning her closer to you.
Both of you spend the rest of the night together. Falling into dark oblivion of the secrecy of your relationship. Dancing jubilantly in desire.
Song: Paradise circus by Massive attack
