Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Or the song "My Favorite Things." I kind of wish I knew why I thought to put that in here. My mom likes that movie. There's some weird things happening with that.
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Hermione walked into the designated classroom a bit nervously. She had brought a lantern with her, and she placed it on one of the tables. Then she sat next to it a bit uncomfortably. Where was Malfoy? Was he really coming? She checked her watch. It was only five past ten; she could wait longer.
She swung her legs back and forth and tapped her thumbs together. Hermione let her eyes wander around the room. She'd only been in this room once or twice before. It was basically empty, except for some tables and broken-looking chairs. She checked her watch again. Seven past ten now. Hermione drummed her fingers on the table. She started at a sudden sound behind her. God, I could really get in trouble for being out of bed, she thought.
How is it fair that I'm here right now? She wondered. Why is it that even after all I did with Chuck and all I've done with Ron, I'm still totally clueless and getting help from my worst enemy? All right, just get over it, Hermione. No, I can't. So Ron and I haven't done much. Okay, that's okay. And Chuck? Things just went too fast with him, I guess. I really need to stop thinking about this. Okay, I need some sort of distraction. I'll sing, that sounds good. Ummmm…….
"Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens, bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens, brown paper packages tied up with string, these are a few of my favorite things…" she sang idly.
"…. Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles, wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings…" Arg, where the heck is Malfoy?
"…Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes, silver white winters that melt into spring, these are a few of my favorite things…" She mumbled the rest of the song and then sighed. "Where are you, Malfoy?" she asked out loud.
Hermione screamed suddenly as she felt a cold finger slide under her shirt and up her spine. She jumped in surprise and fell off the edge of the table, landing on the floor harshly.
Draco stood over her, smirking. She scrambled up quickly.
"Why did you do that?" she asked angrily.
"I didn't mean to interrupt the song." He said. "What the hell was that, anyway?"
"It's from, a, uh, movie." She stammered, still embarrassed that she'd acted like such a freak. Hermione narrowed her eyes at him a little. "I really don't think that was, uh, necessary."
"So I'm guessing that Ron's never tried that one on you?" he asked, ignoring her. "It's elementary, really." Hermione didn't respond. "I've devoted my life to mapping all those sensitive spots on a girl." He continued. "I probably know about more of those than you do." He looked her up and down, smiling.
"Let's just do this, Malfoy." She said, rolling her eyes.
"Fine." He said. "What do you want to learn?"
"I, uh, I." Hermione hadn't really prepared herself for this.
"Did you have anything in mind?" he asked. Hermione shook her head and sat back down on the edge of the table. Malfoy leaned against the table across from her.
"Not really." She admitted, looking down.
"Okay, I guess we'll just start simple then." He said. "Kissing, maybe? Seeing as how you react to other things."
"Malfoy, you surprised me, that's all." She said defensively.
"Whatever, Granger. So I'm guessing that you and Weasley have, as much as it disgusts me to think of, kissed?"
"Yeah, we've kissed, okay?" she said. "I'm not paying you to insult me here."
"I wasn't trying to insult you." He said. "If that's what you want, I'd be happy to oblige."
"No, I don't want you to insult me, Malfoy. God, you really irritate me, you know that?" She said.
"I'm well aware, actually." Malfoy replied. "Look, I want my money. You want your lesson. Let's pretend that we don't hate each other long enough for us both to get what we want, okay?"
"Fine." Said Hermione.
"Allright then. Let's begin. Now kissing is a very simple art." Said Malfoy, slowly stepping closer to her. "Now, I know you've kissed Weasley. But practice never hurts anyone." He put one hand on either side of her body and leaned in slowly. "Show me what you'd do if I were one of your little boyfriends."
Hermione bit her lip a little but leaned her own face in, touching her lips to Malfoy's briefly. She pulled away and looked at him, waiting.
"Not bad, if I was your mother." He smirked. "Pretend, if you must, that I'm Weasley. Pretend you really want me, or that we're on top of each other or something. Ho would you kiss me then?" he asked, enjoying the slightly horrified look on her face. Hermione sighed slightly, but she wanted to learn this. So she leaned her face in again and kissed him.
For a moment she was afraid to advance any further, but slowly worked up her courage and kissed him a little more deeply. She could feel him responding to her, and she tentatively slid her tongue into his mouth. Hermione had kissed Ron like this several times, obviously, they had almost had sex, so they'd kissed like this, but somehow it felt completely different with Malfoy. She continued to kiss him, enjoying herself more every second.
She removed her hands from the table and wrapped them around Malfoy's neck. She felt him do the same with his.
"He really is a good kisser." She thought. "But I know he gets more practice than any normal sixteen year old guy."
Hermione ran her hands along his neck and through his hair. "He should really use conditioner" She though vaguely. She felt Malfoy slide his hands under the back of her shirt, their tongues continuing to explore each other's mouths.
"Mmmmm." Hermione thought. "Why did it never feel like this with Ron?" she wondered again. The thoughts were starting to disappear from her mind; something about kissing Malfoy was so mind-numbing. "Wait, what's going on? You hate him, Hermione. Don't forget that." She said to herself.
"I can kiss him and hate him at the same time." Hermione assured herself.
She moved up to the very edge of the table to get closer to Malfoy, who was still standing. She pressed her body as close to his as she could and started to slide one of her legs up the back of his. She felt Malfoy move his hands to the small of her back, and she felt him pull her in closer. Was it possible he was enjoying this as much as her? "Perhaps." She thought.
Unfortunately, a need for air was overtaking anything else, so she reluctantly pulled her face away. She looked up at Malfoy, only to notice he seemed a bit breathless himself.
"Well?" she asked, biting her lip again. He was quiet for a few moments .
"Not too bad." He said finally. He let go of Hermione, causing her to flop onto the hard table. "But there's always room for improvement." She rolled her eyes.
"Well?" she sat up. "You're the teacher. Teach me." He sat down next to her on the table.
"Your basic form was pretty good. And I liked what you did with your legs." He said, running his finger along her bare inner thigh for a moment, enjoying as she shivered a bit. "But," he continued, snatching his finger back up. "Your hands could use a bit of work. Running them through my hair was nice, but don't keep them on my neck for too long. Try along the back, or along the sides, or underneath the shirt."
"Okay." Hermione, smoothing down her hair. "Okay, so should we try it again?" she asked.
"You know, Granger." He said, looking her up and down again. "You've basically got the kissing stuff down. Is there anything else, you know, more advanced, that you'd like to learn?" Hermione blinked a few times.
"Uh." She said tentatively, blinking. "What do you mean?"
"Well…. was there anything in particular you had in mind?" he asked, stepping closer and looking her directly in the eyes. She blinked furiously.
"Um." Was all Hermione could managed. "Very smooth." She thought to
herself.
"Okay, Malfoy." She said, gathering up some courage. "How about… undressing a guy?" she asked. He smiled.
"Sounds good." Malfoy said. He stepped closer to her once more. "Okay. So, we're kissing. You want my shirt off. What do you do?" Hermione took a deep breath.
"Could you, maybe, kiss me first?" she asked. He smirked a little.
"Sure." He leaned in and touched his lips to hers again. Hermione kissed him for a moment, then reached up and started to unbutton his shirt. Once all the buttons were undone he pulled his lips away.
"Okay, now." He said. "Look up at me, and slowly slide my shirt off my shoulders."
"Okay." Hermione did as Malfoy instructed, letting her fingers slide slowly over his bare skin.
"Good. Very good." He whispered.
"What next?" she asked quietly.
"You could try, you know, kissing my chest and stomach a little." Malfoy said.
"Okay." Hermione mumbled. She started placing little kisses along his collarbone, and then worked her way down to his chest. She stood up and put her hands on his shoulders and she moved her lips down his stomach.
Malfoy's skin was surprisingly soft, and Hermione let her tongue slide along his well-defined six-pack. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed him placing a hand on the table to steady himself. "Very nice", she thought. "I think I know a little bit more than he expected." Hermione suppressed a smile.
By this time, she'd reached his belt buckle. She briefly dipped her tongue into the waistband of his pants and ran it over his skin. She felt Draco shiver a bit.
"And where exactly did you learn that?" he asked.
"Cosmo." She replied, smiling.
"And that would be?" he asked.
"Muggle thing." She explained.
"Okay, what next?" he asked.
"Ummm." Said Hermione she reached up a bit tentatively to his belt buckle. This was the part that always seemed to get her. She undid his belt slowly and then pulled down the zipper.
"Right now, I am taking off Draco Malfoy's pants." She thought in the back of her mind. "How weird is this?"
"Is, uh, this, you know, okay?" she asked.
"Great." He replied quietly.
Hermione took a deep breath. She slid her hands up the back of his pants and started to tug them down by pulling on the back pockets. She kissed his stomach as she removed them, exposing his dark green boxers. Hermione continued kissing him, moving her mouth downward the tiniest bit. She continued to lower his pants until they were around his ankles.
Suddenly, Hermione realized what she was kneeling right in front of and stood up quickly, almost knocking over a chair.
"Ummmmm." She stammered. "S-Sorry." Hermione bit her lip and backed away from him.
"About what?" he asked, appearing enjoying the way she seemed so flustered. "Aren't you going to continue?"
"Grrrr." Thought Hermione. "Only Draco Malfoy could stand there half naked and still be sarcastic and witty."
"That…" she said, trying to avoid looking downwards, "Is a, uh, it's well, um, it's just another lesson, okay?"
"So you want to continue your little tutelage?" he asked, leaning against the table.
"Yeah, I uh, I guess." Hermione said, blushing slightly.
"You weren't too bad, Granger. For someone who obviously has no clue what they're doing." He bent down to pull up his pants.
"If only you could know how wrong you are." She thought, a frown slightly creasing her face. "Of course, you never will." Hermione had strict plans never, ever, to tell anyone about Chuck. She sat back down on the table.
"Draco? Can I ask you something?" she asked suddenly.
"Sure." He replied, buttoning his shirt.
"Why do you do it?" she asked.
"Do what?" he asked absentmindedly.
"What you do, you know. Sleep around with lots of girls you don't care about." Draco immediately looked up and glared at her.
"Why, so I can give sex advice to naïve little girls like you, Granger."
"It was just a question." She said defensively. "I was just wondering if you know what you do to them."
"I know exactly what I do to them." He grinned. "That's why they keep coming back for more."
"That's not what I meant." She said. "You could really hurt them, you know."
"Hey." He shrugged. "In my experience, the pain goes away after a minute."
"You jackass." She said. "I'm trying to be serious. Those girls could be really damaged by your games." He stepped closer to her once more.
"I don't think you know what you're talking about, Granger." He said.
"I know more than you'd think." She replied.
"Whatever." He said.
"Malfoy, I'm serious." She said.
"I don't give a shit what you think about me." He said. "I don't give a shit about you either. I just want your money. I don't need a fucking psychiatrist." Hermione blinked at the harshness of his words.
"Malfoy, I didn't mean to insult you or anything." She said. "I just don't think you understand how, you know, fragile girls are."
"I don't care about that." He said.
"Do you care about anything?" she asked.
"I'm not talking about this with you." He said.
"Fine." Hermione said, seeing she was fighting a losing battle. "Fine. I'm sorry I asked, really. I don't care what you do with your life." She shook her head.
"Good. You shouldn't." he retorted. Hermione shook her head.
"Here." She pulled a few coins out of her pocket and handed them to him. He grabbed them up and left the room with a mumbled, "See you next week."
Hermione shook her head. There was just something so strange about Malfoy. She hated the way he never respected anyone's feelings, but it was such a crime when someone insulted his.
"Just because he's a Malfoy doesn't mean he's exempt." She thought. "Well, whatever. I know better than to mess around with his complex mind." She hopped off the table and sighed. "I wonder what we'll do next week?"
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Okay, so it's completely obvious I didn't know how to end this chapter. The next one should be out soon, I want to get it out of the way so I can write the next session (hee hee).
Does anybody know the codes for bolding and italicizing stuff? If you do, please review and tell me!!!
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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Or the song "My Favorite Things." I kind of wish I knew why I thought to put that in here. My mom likes that movie. There's some weird things happening with that.
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Hermione walked into the designated classroom a bit nervously. She had brought a lantern with her, and she placed it on one of the tables. Then she sat next to it a bit uncomfortably. Where was Malfoy? Was he really coming? She checked her watch. It was only five past ten; she could wait longer.
She swung her legs back and forth and tapped her thumbs together. Hermione let her eyes wander around the room. She'd only been in this room once or twice before. It was basically empty, except for some tables and broken-looking chairs. She checked her watch again. Seven past ten now. Hermione drummed her fingers on the table. She started at a sudden sound behind her. God, I could really get in trouble for being out of bed, she thought.
How is it fair that I'm here right now? She wondered. Why is it that even after all I did with Chuck and all I've done with Ron, I'm still totally clueless and getting help from my worst enemy? All right, just get over it, Hermione. No, I can't. So Ron and I haven't done much. Okay, that's okay. And Chuck? Things just went too fast with him, I guess. I really need to stop thinking about this. Okay, I need some sort of distraction. I'll sing, that sounds good. Ummmm…….
"Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens, bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens, brown paper packages tied up with string, these are a few of my favorite things…" she sang idly.
"…. Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles, wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings…" Arg, where the heck is Malfoy?
"…Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes, silver white winters that melt into spring, these are a few of my favorite things…" She mumbled the rest of the song and then sighed. "Where are you, Malfoy?" she asked out loud.
Hermione screamed suddenly as she felt a cold finger slide under her shirt and up her spine. She jumped in surprise and fell off the edge of the table, landing on the floor harshly.
Draco stood over her, smirking. She scrambled up quickly.
"Why did you do that?" she asked angrily.
"I didn't mean to interrupt the song." He said. "What the hell was that, anyway?"
"It's from, a, uh, movie." She stammered, still embarrassed that she'd acted like such a freak. Hermione narrowed her eyes at him a little. "I really don't think that was, uh, necessary."
"So I'm guessing that Ron's never tried that one on you?" he asked, ignoring her. "It's elementary, really." Hermione didn't respond. "I've devoted my life to mapping all those sensitive spots on a girl." He continued. "I probably know about more of those than you do." He looked her up and down, smiling.
"Let's just do this, Malfoy." She said, rolling her eyes.
"Fine." He said. "What do you want to learn?"
"I, uh, I." Hermione hadn't really prepared herself for this.
"Did you have anything in mind?" he asked. Hermione shook her head and sat back down on the edge of the table. Malfoy leaned against the table across from her.
"Not really." She admitted, looking down.
"Okay, I guess we'll just start simple then." He said. "Kissing, maybe? Seeing as how you react to other things."
"Malfoy, you surprised me, that's all." She said defensively.
"Whatever, Granger. So I'm guessing that you and Weasley have, as much as it disgusts me to think of, kissed?"
"Yeah, we've kissed, okay?" she said. "I'm not paying you to insult me here."
"I wasn't trying to insult you." He said. "If that's what you want, I'd be happy to oblige."
"No, I don't want you to insult me, Malfoy. God, you really irritate me, you know that?" She said.
"I'm well aware, actually." Malfoy replied. "Look, I want my money. You want your lesson. Let's pretend that we don't hate each other long enough for us both to get what we want, okay?"
"Fine." Said Hermione.
"Allright then. Let's begin. Now kissing is a very simple art." Said Malfoy, slowly stepping closer to her. "Now, I know you've kissed Weasley. But practice never hurts anyone." He put one hand on either side of her body and leaned in slowly. "Show me what you'd do if I were one of your little boyfriends."
Hermione bit her lip a little but leaned her own face in, touching her lips to Malfoy's briefly. She pulled away and looked at him, waiting.
"Not bad, if I was your mother." He smirked. "Pretend, if you must, that I'm Weasley. Pretend you really want me, or that we're on top of each other or something. Ho would you kiss me then?" he asked, enjoying the slightly horrified look on her face. Hermione sighed slightly, but she wanted to learn this. So she leaned her face in again and kissed him.
For a moment she was afraid to advance any further, but slowly worked up her courage and kissed him a little more deeply. She could feel him responding to her, and she tentatively slid her tongue into his mouth. Hermione had kissed Ron like this several times, obviously, they had almost had sex, so they'd kissed like this, but somehow it felt completely different with Malfoy. She continued to kiss him, enjoying herself more every second.
She removed her hands from the table and wrapped them around Malfoy's neck. She felt him do the same with his.
"He really is a good kisser." She thought. "But I know he gets more practice than any normal sixteen year old guy."
Hermione ran her hands along his neck and through his hair. "He should really use conditioner" She though vaguely. She felt Malfoy slide his hands under the back of her shirt, their tongues continuing to explore each other's mouths.
"Mmmmm." Hermione thought. "Why did it never feel like this with Ron?" she wondered again. The thoughts were starting to disappear from her mind; something about kissing Malfoy was so mind-numbing. "Wait, what's going on? You hate him, Hermione. Don't forget that." She said to herself.
"I can kiss him and hate him at the same time." Hermione assured herself.
She moved up to the very edge of the table to get closer to Malfoy, who was still standing. She pressed her body as close to his as she could and started to slide one of her legs up the back of his. She felt Malfoy move his hands to the small of her back, and she felt him pull her in closer. Was it possible he was enjoying this as much as her? "Perhaps." She thought.
Unfortunately, a need for air was overtaking anything else, so she reluctantly pulled her face away. She looked up at Malfoy, only to notice he seemed a bit breathless himself.
"Well?" she asked, biting her lip again. He was quiet for a few moments .
"Not too bad." He said finally. He let go of Hermione, causing her to flop onto the hard table. "But there's always room for improvement." She rolled her eyes.
"Well?" she sat up. "You're the teacher. Teach me." He sat down next to her on the table.
"Your basic form was pretty good. And I liked what you did with your legs." He said, running his finger along her bare inner thigh for a moment, enjoying as she shivered a bit. "But," he continued, snatching his finger back up. "Your hands could use a bit of work. Running them through my hair was nice, but don't keep them on my neck for too long. Try along the back, or along the sides, or underneath the shirt."
"Okay." Hermione, smoothing down her hair. "Okay, so should we try it again?" she asked.
"You know, Granger." He said, looking her up and down again. "You've basically got the kissing stuff down. Is there anything else, you know, more advanced, that you'd like to learn?" Hermione blinked a few times.
"Uh." She said tentatively, blinking. "What do you mean?"
"Well…. was there anything in particular you had in mind?" he asked, stepping closer and looking her directly in the eyes. She blinked furiously.
"Um." Was all Hermione could managed. "Very smooth." She thought to
herself.
"Okay, Malfoy." She said, gathering up some courage. "How about… undressing a guy?" she asked. He smiled.
"Sounds good." Malfoy said. He stepped closer to her once more. "Okay. So, we're kissing. You want my shirt off. What do you do?" Hermione took a deep breath.
"Could you, maybe, kiss me first?" she asked. He smirked a little.
"Sure." He leaned in and touched his lips to hers again. Hermione kissed him for a moment, then reached up and started to unbutton his shirt. Once all the buttons were undone he pulled his lips away.
"Okay, now." He said. "Look up at me, and slowly slide my shirt off my shoulders."
"Okay." Hermione did as Malfoy instructed, letting her fingers slide slowly over his bare skin.
"Good. Very good." He whispered.
"What next?" she asked quietly.
"You could try, you know, kissing my chest and stomach a little." Malfoy said.
"Okay." Hermione mumbled. She started placing little kisses along his collarbone, and then worked her way down to his chest. She stood up and put her hands on his shoulders and she moved her lips down his stomach.
Malfoy's skin was surprisingly soft, and Hermione let her tongue slide along his well-defined six-pack. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed him placing a hand on the table to steady himself. "Very nice", she thought. "I think I know a little bit more than he expected." Hermione suppressed a smile.
By this time, she'd reached his belt buckle. She briefly dipped her tongue into the waistband of his pants and ran it over his skin. She felt Draco shiver a bit.
"And where exactly did you learn that?" he asked.
"Cosmo." She replied, smiling.
"And that would be?" he asked.
"Muggle thing." She explained.
"Okay, what next?" he asked.
"Ummm." Said Hermione she reached up a bit tentatively to his belt buckle. This was the part that always seemed to get her. She undid his belt slowly and then pulled down the zipper.
"Right now, I am taking off Draco Malfoy's pants." She thought in the back of her mind. "How weird is this?"
"Is, uh, this, you know, okay?" she asked.
"Great." He replied quietly.
Hermione took a deep breath. She slid her hands up the back of his pants and started to tug them down by pulling on the back pockets. She kissed his stomach as she removed them, exposing his dark green boxers. Hermione continued kissing him, moving her mouth downward the tiniest bit. She continued to lower his pants until they were around his ankles.
Suddenly, Hermione realized what she was kneeling right in front of and stood up quickly, almost knocking over a chair.
"Ummmmm." She stammered. "S-Sorry." Hermione bit her lip and backed away from him.
"About what?" he asked, appearing enjoying the way she seemed so flustered. "Aren't you going to continue?"
"Grrrr." Thought Hermione. "Only Draco Malfoy could stand there half naked and still be sarcastic and witty."
"That…" she said, trying to avoid looking downwards, "Is a, uh, it's well, um, it's just another lesson, okay?"
"So you want to continue your little tutelage?" he asked, leaning against the table.
"Yeah, I uh, I guess." Hermione said, blushing slightly.
"You weren't too bad, Granger. For someone who obviously has no clue what they're doing." He bent down to pull up his pants.
"If only you could know how wrong you are." She thought, a frown slightly creasing her face. "Of course, you never will." Hermione had strict plans never, ever, to tell anyone about Chuck. She sat back down on the table.
"Draco? Can I ask you something?" she asked suddenly.
"Sure." He replied, buttoning his shirt.
"Why do you do it?" she asked.
"Do what?" he asked absentmindedly.
"What you do, you know. Sleep around with lots of girls you don't care about." Draco immediately looked up and glared at her.
"Why, so I can give sex advice to naïve little girls like you, Granger."
"It was just a question." She said defensively. "I was just wondering if you know what you do to them."
"I know exactly what I do to them." He grinned. "That's why they keep coming back for more."
"That's not what I meant." She said. "You could really hurt them, you know."
"Hey." He shrugged. "In my experience, the pain goes away after a minute."
"You jackass." She said. "I'm trying to be serious. Those girls could be really damaged by your games." He stepped closer to her once more.
"I don't think you know what you're talking about, Granger." He said.
"I know more than you'd think." She replied.
"Whatever." He said.
"Malfoy, I'm serious." She said.
"I don't give a shit what you think about me." He said. "I don't give a shit about you either. I just want your money. I don't need a fucking psychiatrist." Hermione blinked at the harshness of his words.
"Malfoy, I didn't mean to insult you or anything." She said. "I just don't think you understand how, you know, fragile girls are."
"I don't care about that." He said.
"Do you care about anything?" she asked.
"I'm not talking about this with you." He said.
"Fine." Hermione said, seeing she was fighting a losing battle. "Fine. I'm sorry I asked, really. I don't care what you do with your life." She shook her head.
"Good. You shouldn't." he retorted. Hermione shook her head.
"Here." She pulled a few coins out of her pocket and handed them to him. He grabbed them up and left the room with a mumbled, "See you next week."
Hermione shook her head. There was just something so strange about Malfoy. She hated the way he never respected anyone's feelings, but it was such a crime when someone insulted his.
"Just because he's a Malfoy doesn't mean he's exempt." She thought. "Well, whatever. I know better than to mess around with his complex mind." She hopped off the table and sighed. "I wonder what we'll do next week?"
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Okay, so it's completely obvious I didn't know how to end this chapter. The next one should be out soon, I want to get it out of the way so I can write the next session (hee hee).
Does anybody know the codes for bolding and italicizing stuff? If you do, please review and tell me!!!
Thanks to everyone who reviewed…. The feedback is really great!
**Caroline, Coffee, mimi, goldenstar555, Sakura1287, Slytherins R Sexy, Escritora, SugarShortys23, Hellbound, snakecharmer, Evil, Calypso in Love, Lena, Alanna Roseguard, Draco'sgurl, Megan, and EmiV**