Stormie stood in the middle of the dance floor, his arms wrapped
protectively around her. She smiled to herself. She was happy that she had
taken her fathers advice and gone to the dance. She could hear the lyrics
of Concert Angel by Martina McBride playing in the background.
She walks to school with the lunch she packed
Nobody knows what she's holdin' back
Wearin' the same dress she wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with linen and lace
~
The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask
It's hard to see the pain behind the mask
Bearing the burden of a secret storm
Sometimes she wishes she was never born
~
Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete angel
~
Somebody cries in the middle of the night
The neighbors hear, but they turn out the lights
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
When morning comes it'll be too late
~
A statue stands in a shaded place
An angel girl with an upturned face
A name is written on a polished rock
A broken heart that the world forgot
"Storms, we need to talk." Stormie looked up into his gray eyes and nodded. She let Draco lead her out of the hall and down to the dungeons; he muttered his password to a picture and lead her into his private common room. He sat her down in a big soft black leather chair. He dropped down in front of her.
"You know I never meant to hurt you right?" he asked she just shrugged. "Well you see my dad; well he can be a little bit of an ass." He said as he eyed her arms, trying to see if she had a glamour on.
"Yeah? Well you should have known I was the Keeper, that is, if you know the legend, you should have figured it out." Stormie said her voice full of annoyance.
"Well. . . I did have my suspicions, but I didn't see a tattoo. Well besides the butterfly, so I just thought it was lust, sorry." He said.
"Well, I don't cover it, and I guess you wouldn't have noticed it." She said with a smile. She lifted her skirt and there on the inside of her left thigh was a light blue dragon with stunning grayish eyes. He watched as it blew a small flame and than curled into a ball, closing its eyes.
"I should have looked harder for the tattoo." He said with a small smile as
She dropped her skirt back in place.
"Yeah what ever. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go find Neville." He gave her a questioning look. "What? He's kinda cute!"
"Like Potter's cute?" he asked with a sneer. She nodded.
"Yeah, kinda. Only Potter's too far stuck up that Ravenclaw's ass, so I'll settle for third best, you know since the second's busy and all." She said as she began to get up, waiting for him to take the bait.
"And the first?" he asked.
'Hook, line, and sinker.' She thought as she turned to face him with a small smile. "Oh, he's to die for sexy, but he only wants to be friends." She said. In a flash, Draco had her pinned to the wall, a hand on either side of her so she couldn't get a way.
"Well." he drawled lazily. "What if he wanted to be more than friends?" he asked before leaning down and brushing his lips softly over hers.
"Then I reckon he would do something kinda like this, how far do you think he would take it?" she asked as she playfully bit his bottom lip.
He found her lips again and murmured against them, "To the bed room." With that said he picked her up and carried her into the bedroom, shutting the door on the way.
She walks to school with the lunch she packed
Nobody knows what she's holdin' back
Wearin' the same dress she wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with linen and lace
~
The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask
It's hard to see the pain behind the mask
Bearing the burden of a secret storm
Sometimes she wishes she was never born
~
Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete angel
~
Somebody cries in the middle of the night
The neighbors hear, but they turn out the lights
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
When morning comes it'll be too late
~
A statue stands in a shaded place
An angel girl with an upturned face
A name is written on a polished rock
A broken heart that the world forgot
"Storms, we need to talk." Stormie looked up into his gray eyes and nodded. She let Draco lead her out of the hall and down to the dungeons; he muttered his password to a picture and lead her into his private common room. He sat her down in a big soft black leather chair. He dropped down in front of her.
"You know I never meant to hurt you right?" he asked she just shrugged. "Well you see my dad; well he can be a little bit of an ass." He said as he eyed her arms, trying to see if she had a glamour on.
"Yeah? Well you should have known I was the Keeper, that is, if you know the legend, you should have figured it out." Stormie said her voice full of annoyance.
"Well. . . I did have my suspicions, but I didn't see a tattoo. Well besides the butterfly, so I just thought it was lust, sorry." He said.
"Well, I don't cover it, and I guess you wouldn't have noticed it." She said with a smile. She lifted her skirt and there on the inside of her left thigh was a light blue dragon with stunning grayish eyes. He watched as it blew a small flame and than curled into a ball, closing its eyes.
"I should have looked harder for the tattoo." He said with a small smile as
She dropped her skirt back in place.
"Yeah what ever. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go find Neville." He gave her a questioning look. "What? He's kinda cute!"
"Like Potter's cute?" he asked with a sneer. She nodded.
"Yeah, kinda. Only Potter's too far stuck up that Ravenclaw's ass, so I'll settle for third best, you know since the second's busy and all." She said as she began to get up, waiting for him to take the bait.
"And the first?" he asked.
'Hook, line, and sinker.' She thought as she turned to face him with a small smile. "Oh, he's to die for sexy, but he only wants to be friends." She said. In a flash, Draco had her pinned to the wall, a hand on either side of her so she couldn't get a way.
"Well." he drawled lazily. "What if he wanted to be more than friends?" he asked before leaning down and brushing his lips softly over hers.
"Then I reckon he would do something kinda like this, how far do you think he would take it?" she asked as she playfully bit his bottom lip.
He found her lips again and murmured against them, "To the bed room." With that said he picked her up and carried her into the bedroom, shutting the door on the way.