Hello and welcome to the Morbid Mind of Kisses! Here we will learn . ummm.
actually I just have a sick twisted mind and you really won't learn
anything other than how to be sick and twisted, maybe that's why I can
write this fic like this. This is my third chapter in under four hours, I
am bored to death! So here it goes!
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Stormie woke up with a start. She had the unnerving feeling of not being alone in the room. She glanced around the room, her eyes settling on a very dark haired man. He was tall, six foot something, very muscular and tan. She let out a frightened breath.
"Daddy." She said. The man turned around, a big smile showing Stormie her father's even, white teeth. Anyone that saw them both smile would know with out a doubt where Stormie got her smile from.
"Hey Princess, how are you? Mel wrote me a couple of hours ago and told me you found your Dragon?" he said as he made his way towards her. She smiled at him and nodded.
"Yeah, did she tell you who my savior was?" she asked, hoping that she wouldn't have to be the one to break the news that her Dragon, the one she was doomed to love, was a Malfoy. Her father faltered in his smile, obviously no one had told him, and she was worrying him.
"Who Princess?" he asked with a glint of worry in his eye. She let out a soft sigh.
"Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." She said, she watched her father blanch. Yep, the one and only son of Lucius Malfoy, the man her father was currently trying to put in Azkaban.
"That's not funny dear, you know that right?" her father asked. Hawk Johnson tried very hard not to let the hate at the name Malfoy show, but he failed miserably. He was, after all, where Stormie got her temper from. Most would believe that she had gotten it from her red headed mother, but compared to Hawk, Italy was a saint that never got angry.
"Sorry daddy, no joke. My Dragon is a Malfoy. We all knew he would be my love and my curse. Thus the Dragon's Curse. Daddy, please don't make a scene, talk to Brite, he knew who the Dragon was. He's probably known for some time now." Stormie sighed and looked down at the book she had been reading. The myth of the Keeper of the Magic. She heard her father sigh.
"No, that's OK Storms, I have to be going anyway. And don't fight about going to the dance; your mother's at home right now ordering you a dress, she says you will like it and it will look wonderful." Stormie didn't doubt for one moment he was communicating with her mother at that very moment. Italy and Hawk Johnson had a very strong telepathic bond, and will have one, as long as her father didn't lose his temper. That shut the bond down and gave her mother a head ache.
"OK daddy. I love you, and be careful while you're out catching the big bads, and if you can, aim for Lucius Malfoy, he beats his wife and Draco." Stormie said as her father started to transform into the Hawk he was named after. He gave a nod of his head before flying out the window.
Stormie sighed as she pulled herself off of her bed. 'Looks like no one's back yet.' she thought as she made her way out of her dorm and down to where Melody sat surrounded by papers and books. Exactly where she had left her an hour ago.
"You would not believe how much you look like Hermione right now!" Stormie grumbled as she slid into the seat across from her cousin. Melody wrinkled her nose at what Stormie had just said.
"Please tell me that was your lame attempt at a joke!" Melody said as she flipped a couple of pages in a huge dark brown book. Stormie simply rolled her eyes.
"Daddy was just here." Stormie said as she flipped open a book that was in front of her.
"I know." Mel said as she scribbled something down on her paper. "Don't worry, you will have fun at the dance."
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Stormie woke up with a start. She had the unnerving feeling of not being alone in the room. She glanced around the room, her eyes settling on a very dark haired man. He was tall, six foot something, very muscular and tan. She let out a frightened breath.
"Daddy." She said. The man turned around, a big smile showing Stormie her father's even, white teeth. Anyone that saw them both smile would know with out a doubt where Stormie got her smile from.
"Hey Princess, how are you? Mel wrote me a couple of hours ago and told me you found your Dragon?" he said as he made his way towards her. She smiled at him and nodded.
"Yeah, did she tell you who my savior was?" she asked, hoping that she wouldn't have to be the one to break the news that her Dragon, the one she was doomed to love, was a Malfoy. Her father faltered in his smile, obviously no one had told him, and she was worrying him.
"Who Princess?" he asked with a glint of worry in his eye. She let out a soft sigh.
"Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." She said, she watched her father blanch. Yep, the one and only son of Lucius Malfoy, the man her father was currently trying to put in Azkaban.
"That's not funny dear, you know that right?" her father asked. Hawk Johnson tried very hard not to let the hate at the name Malfoy show, but he failed miserably. He was, after all, where Stormie got her temper from. Most would believe that she had gotten it from her red headed mother, but compared to Hawk, Italy was a saint that never got angry.
"Sorry daddy, no joke. My Dragon is a Malfoy. We all knew he would be my love and my curse. Thus the Dragon's Curse. Daddy, please don't make a scene, talk to Brite, he knew who the Dragon was. He's probably known for some time now." Stormie sighed and looked down at the book she had been reading. The myth of the Keeper of the Magic. She heard her father sigh.
"No, that's OK Storms, I have to be going anyway. And don't fight about going to the dance; your mother's at home right now ordering you a dress, she says you will like it and it will look wonderful." Stormie didn't doubt for one moment he was communicating with her mother at that very moment. Italy and Hawk Johnson had a very strong telepathic bond, and will have one, as long as her father didn't lose his temper. That shut the bond down and gave her mother a head ache.
"OK daddy. I love you, and be careful while you're out catching the big bads, and if you can, aim for Lucius Malfoy, he beats his wife and Draco." Stormie said as her father started to transform into the Hawk he was named after. He gave a nod of his head before flying out the window.
Stormie sighed as she pulled herself off of her bed. 'Looks like no one's back yet.' she thought as she made her way out of her dorm and down to where Melody sat surrounded by papers and books. Exactly where she had left her an hour ago.
"You would not believe how much you look like Hermione right now!" Stormie grumbled as she slid into the seat across from her cousin. Melody wrinkled her nose at what Stormie had just said.
"Please tell me that was your lame attempt at a joke!" Melody said as she flipped a couple of pages in a huge dark brown book. Stormie simply rolled her eyes.
"Daddy was just here." Stormie said as she flipped open a book that was in front of her.
"I know." Mel said as she scribbled something down on her paper. "Don't worry, you will have fun at the dance."
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