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AUTHOR'S NOTE:  The last chapter you saw Shannon getting a little bit dirty and I think I might get more into that, just to spite my dear old cousin ;)  But Ron IS becoming a stalker bastard person!! I think I can build from that!!  And you'll also notice that I am trying to put in some more background on the characters. Well, here's the new chapter!!

CHAPTER2:

Shannon walked outside, to see Natasha and Malfoy having an intense conversation at the far end of the pool.  Natasha seemed to be complaining, which was uncommon.  (Yeah that was sarcastic by the way.)

            "Do you want to go swimming?" Harry asked.  He had been very taken back by Shannon's sudden strip-show and decided to be somewhat formal, maybe just to calm himself.  Maybe he was just being dumb.  Who knows?  Shannon smirked.

            "No, but I think you do," she quickly levitated him high in the air and over the pool, at least 18 feet in the air, then let him fall.  His scream was priceless and it would be planted in Shannon's memory forever.  She hadn't ever seen anyone's legs flail like that before either. 

            "SHANNON!!" Harry said once he had surfaced.  She laughed and flew over herself, but dived in, instead of belly-flopping.  When she surfaced, everyone was staring at her.  She blushed and then climbed out, Harry trailing close behind her.

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Natasha looked up from Malfoy to see Harry falling in the pool.  Shannon went flying in after him, and Natasha was awestruck.  What the mother was Shannon doing?  Her timid, quiet, restrained cousin had never been one to cause a scene like that.  Then again, Shannon had changed quite a lot since the end of last school year.  Her mind flashed back to a few instances that had been printed into her memory.

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            Natasha and Shannon and Jenny lived next door to each other, on a lake.  During the summer, Jenny and Natasha always wanted to go tanning or swim.  Basically do something in their bathing suits.  Shannon was nearly always forced to come out and complained the whole time.  The three girls would go out on the beach and be tanning when a boat filled with boys pulled up, whistling at them.  Natasha and Jenny would smile back and soak up all the attention without remorse.  Shannon might smile or something, but she was very reserved and stayed in the back, behind them. 

            Natasha's mind flashed forward to this summer, when they had been outside tanning.  Shannon actually wanted to go this time. 

            "I do need more color," she had said.  So they went outside and smeared some baby oil mixed with iodine on each other's back before sprawling out on their beach chairs, making sure to get all the spiders off that had started a home on them while they were in the boat house.  Their neighbors, who only came up sometimes during the summer, happened to be out fishing.  There were two boys; Robert and Mike.  They had been there all their lives, as had the girls.  They normally were just polite and said hi, or how are you, or something very formal, but on a few occasions Natasha and Jenny had been a little hyper and asked them some pretty personal questions.  Simply saying, "I know what you do at night…" was the all-time favorite for one of the summers. 

            Robert and Mike had been out fishing on their dock and as usual Natasha, Shannon, and Jenny ignored them.  But out of the blue, Robert called out,

            "Hey foxy ladies!" and licked his lips.  Natasha and Jenny, of course grinned and ran a finger up their legs, but Shannon surprised all of them.  She laughed and pulled the straps of her top down, tucking them into the base before re-positioning herself.  Mike grinned and whistled.

            "Come over here and give me some of that baby!"   Shannon laughed and called back,

            "I think that you want to come over here little man."  Well, that comment didn't especially work for Mike and they continued their 'I know you're there but I don't give a mother' routine as they had always done before.

            That wasn't a HUGE deal, but it shocked Natasha.  Then another thing popped into her head.

            Shannon had called Harry once, at the very beginning of the summer.  She didn't' ask her parents first, and the phone bill jacked WAAAY up.  Of course, talking for 3 ½ hours across the world might do that… 

            It wasn't just the phone call and not asking that had astonished Natasha; it was the conversation. 

            Natasha had been sitting at the computer desk and Shannon was upstairs.  Little did she know that the air vent carried every word downstairs right to Natasha's ears.  First the conversation had just been about stupid boring things, like some new books Shannon read or how she had been getting better with reading minds.  Then the conversation turned to what the other would do if they saw each other unexpectedly.  Natasha didn't' hear what Harry said (nor did she want to) but she distinctly heard Shannon say,

            "I'd rip off my clothes and pounce on you, baby."  Natasha's eyes got wide and she looked over at Jenny, who was twiddling her thumbs, but heard it too. 

            Maybe these things weren't that drastic, but it was most unlike Shannon.  Miss, never swears, can't handle anything too sex-related, turned her last boyfriend gay.  She was too busy in playing her violin or reading the newest V.C. Andrews novel. 

            But Natasha supposed that Shannon was growing up and maturing.  Maybe she would grow out of her old self and become a more lose, free spirit.  Or maybe not.

            Natasha shook her head and rolled her eyes as she saw the old Shannon shine back through when she blushed and climbed out of the pool, shoulders hunched as she avoided everyone's stares.  She was forced to stay in the present when Draco spun her back toward him.

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Draco was watching Ron go back inside when Natasha smacked him hard in the chest.

            "You dopemaster!" she screeched.  "Why did you just do that?"  He knew what she was referring to.  He just acted as though Ron were an old school friend that he could just wrestle anytime and laugh with.

            "What's the big deal?" Draco asked, trying not to make it a big deal.

            "Draco, he was just hitting on me gol darn em'!"

            "Well, he likes you Natasha." Draco couldn't exactly stop Ron from flirting with Natasha.  He didn't like it persay, but as long as it wasn't in front of him…

            "Yeah so I'm just supposed to smile and wipe his drool off my boobs?  Sorry hun but I'm not going to do that!! And if you start being all buddy-buddy with the dolt, he's going to feel even more at home!! And I'm not going to like that!"  That's when Shannon had come out and levitated Harry and herself into the pool, but he was too distracted to pay any real attention to it.  More at home?  He thought.  Does that mean…he's already made himself at home…?

            "Don't just not talk now that you brought this up," he said once she had given him her attention again.  "What the hell did you mean by 'more at home'?"

            "Just…that he might try something fresh and naughty," she said innocently, making Draco's beloved veins fade into view.  Natasha grabbed his fists.

            "I was just kidding dearest!!" she said, smiling widely, attempting to calm him down.  That was something Natasha had always been good at; calming people down and making them feel comfortable, even when they were mad.  It worked again and Draco took a deep breath and walked into the house.  Natasha groaned and followed him.

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Ron had stopped by Jenny and Seamus's room to tell them that everyone else was going swimming, but they had refused with out even opening the door.  Bet you'd never guess that they were in bed. 

            Jenny and Seamus hadn't gone very far in their relationship.  Sure they had kissed, and almost  made out.  It was a first-time experience for the both of them and they weren't sure where to take it.  Sometimes Jenny had thought of just blurting out, 'Do you want to make out with me?' but her pride got in her way, and that was her major problem.  She was never fully herself around Seamus.  Sure, she loved him and could talk to him about almost anything.  Almost.  She was afraid that if she fully exposed her true being around him he might look at her differently. 

            Around Natasha, Shannon, and almost everyone else, Jenny was really loud and sometimes quite scary.  She was the same way around Seamus, just more cautious to not talk too much.  There were many awkward silences when she was alone with him and it got to be pretty uncomfortable, especially when they were somewhere comfortable (i.e. a couch, a bed..) and alone.  This was starting to bug Jenny, and she didn't let stuff bug her for very long with out fixing it or telling the person that was bugging her.  On countless occasions, total strangers were told that they were walking too slow or their hair looked weird right here or blah-blah-BLAH.  And this was what Jenny was going to do now.  Fix the bugging-her-ness.

            "Seamus, I really like you, but…we need to…" she trailed off, not knowing just what to say.  They were in their bedroom, making the bed and suddenly it showered on her.  "We need to do this."  She began demonstrating a shag-fest and Seamus burst out laughing. 

            "Yeah," he cocked his head, a small smile formed on his lips.  Jenny jumped across the bed and pulled him down on top of her, planting her lips on hers, very viciously.  This would have been like 'Attack face with face' more than a kiss.  But it worked.

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Ron stared after Natasha and Draco as they walked into the house.  Natasha was chasing him, mostly, but it still made Ron's heart ache like straining all the muscles in your right leg and butt cheek.  Yeah that hurts really bad…

            Ron walked very slowly and cautiously behind them, making it very un-conspicuous.  They ended up going right in the kitchen, so Ron had to just crack the door open and listen carefully.

            "Draco," Natasha began with a sigh, "What's wrong?"

            "I just…hate it."

            "Hate what?"

            "I hate the fact that I have to compete with so many other guys to get your affection," Draco said with a pained voice.  "Like…I'm not good enough or something."

            "What?" Natasha blurted, "Of course you are!  Don't think I'm going to dump you just to date some other guy!  So what if Ron likes me?  He's not going to get me.  I'll always be yours.  Always."  Ron's eyes filled with tears as he took off running back to the pool.  Those words, every single one put a hole in his heart.  How could he love someone that hurt him so much?  But he loved Natasha, and he had to get her.  He would do anything.

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"I'll always be yours.  Always." Draco listened to his girlfriend pledge her devotion to him, and he couldn't have been happier.  His jealousy had taken over and he thought for a brief moment that Natasha would have dumped him for Ron. 

            "Well then, if you'll always be mine, will you be mine in 5 minutes when I carry you up to bed and make you scream so loud all my windows break?" he grinned.  She smiled and looked away, faking hard to get.  He didn't wait for an answer and scooped her up in his arms and carried her all the way to his room.  She was laughing, but it sounded somewhat nervous. 

            Once they reached the room, Draco set Natasha carefully on his bed, and crawled on top of her.  He claimed her mouth, enticing her with slow strokes of his tongue.  Natasha suspected that he was going to want to have sex, but he didn't precede, so they kissed for while until Natasha announced that she was tired.

            "Let's take a nap then," Draco suggested.  Natasha nodded and lay her head on his chest as he embraced her.  She lay in his arms, with him whispering to her and stroking her hair until she fell sound asleep.  

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Shannon and Harry spent most of the day outside, swimming in the pool and just hanging out.  She noticed that Ron seemed very disoriented and spent most of his time in a hammock down at the garden.  She supposed that he had finally realized that he could never get Natasha, but little did she or Harry know, Ron was planning the most crucial decision of his future with Natasha.

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Ron laid in the hammock and looked up in the trees.  Birds were flying around, playing with their friends and families.  Ron was plotting his next move on Natasha.  After spending most of the day scheming and re-scheming, he had finally reached a decision, to be put into action.  Now.

            He got up and walked to the house, closing the door gently behind him.  He stalked up the stairs, making his way to Draco's room.  He took one deep breath before opening the door and entering. 

            Draco and Natasha were curled up on his bed, holding each other close.  Ron gazed at Natasha.  She was just wearing a pair of blue pajama shorts and a white tank top, but she managed to look as beautiful as ever.  With her wavy brown locks falling elegantly over her face, and her lips formed into a small smile, she looked almost angelic.  Ron snapped himself back into reality and remembered his mission.  You could almost hear the Mission Impossible theme song as he cat-walked right next to Draco and flicked him in the forehead to wake him up.

            "What the mother-?" he said, opening his eyes and glaring at Ron.  Natasha heard the sudden noises and woke immediately.

            "Get out," she sighed as she sat up and gave him a fierce look as well.  Ron wasn't intimidated.  His plan was still intact and ready for action.

            "Alright," he started, "But before I leave, I need to negotiate." Ron paused dramatically as Draco threw him sneer.  "Look Malfoy, you want Natasha.  I want Natasha.  There's only one way we can settle who can have her, and I won't rest until she's mine.  Let's duel."  He pulled his wand out of his pocket and twirled it around his fingers, wearing a smart-ass look that only angered Draco more.  Not to mention Natasha.

            "Look you little asswipe," she started, standing up and poking his in the ribs for emphasis, "You're not going to get me.  I don't give a flying fuck if you duel Draco and win.  I still have to agree with it and I'm never going to date you.  Pull your head out of your ass and start listening."

            "I'll duel with you, but you're never getting Natasha," Draco jumped in, his face crimson with pure pissed-off-ed-ness.  "I just want to duel to see your sorry ass get whipped." 

            Luckily Draco's house wasn't monitored by the Ministry of Magic; Lucius had made sure of that.  Draco quickly arranged a mock duel-runway and pulled his own wand out of his shorts, before slipping a tank top over his head and grinning mischievously.

            "Let's do this," he said before Ron nodded in agreement.

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Natasha decided to start the guys off, only because Malfoy asked her to.  She sat in a chair that was directly in the middle of the boys but off to the side.  Draco and Ron stood about a foot apart, glaring dangerously. 

            "Wands at the ready," Natasha said in a voice that stated, 'I want to get the mother out of here.'

            Draco and Ron swooshed their wands to their foreheads, bowed, and walked in separate directions.  Once they reached the end of the runway, they held their wands and waited for Natasha to count to three.

            "One, Two," she started, "You guys, this is so stupid!" she burst out suddenly.  Draco rolled his eyes and gave her a 'do-this-now-or-you're-going-to-hear-about-it' look and she started again.

            "One, Two…Three."

            "Expelliarmus!" Ron shouted.  A white jet of light flew out of the end of his wand and hit Malfoy in the stomach.  He fell backwards and Ron laughed loudly.  But Draco jumped back up and pointed his wand at Ron.

            "Rictusempra!" he shouted, and a squiggly jet of air flew at Ron's torso and made him wheeze and laugh louder.  Instead of waiting for the spell to wear off, Malfoy hit him with another one.

            "Feminism!" He shouted.  Ron's hair grew into a shaggy bob, and he grew breasts through his shirt.  His lips grew more curvy and pouty as he laughed, and he looked like a very sad version of Ginny.  Ron looked at himself, checked his reflection in the pool, and his eyes flashed angrily.

            "You bitch!" he said gay-ish-ly.  Draco laughed, but not before a green just hit him in the legs and he began dancing strangely.  Draco smiled gravely and mumbled a few words as he aimed his wand at his own feet.  Then he gathered up all his strength and shouted,

            "EXACSCATE VERSTATIATE!"   Ron's body flew to the back fence and was pinned there.  Draco walked forward, his wand vibrating violently in front of him and his eyes focused completely as he kept Ron in the same place.

            "You will stay away from Natasha." Malfoy said firmly.  Ron shook his head.

            "I love her!  I'm going to get her Malfoy, if it's the last thing I do!"  Draco flicked his wand a little to the right and Ron's head was smashed against the fence.  Draco tried again.

            "Stay away from my girl." He said with more force than before.  Ron surrendered, blood dripping from his hairline.

            "Okay," he breathed.  Draco let him gently down to the floor.  He walked back over to Natasha, took her hand and walked back into the house, never glancing back.  Ron waited until the door had been completely shut until her muttered,

            "Yeah I'll stay away from her.  For now."

~*~*~*~*~*~

It had taken Ron three spells to wear off Draco's feminism spell, and the red headed boy couldn't feel more that total crap.  He had dueled, got his arse whipped, and he still didn't have the girl that he loved so dearly.  Harry and Shannon weren't very thrilled when Ron told them what happened.

            "You what?!" Shannon gasped.  Ron smiled sheepishly and repeated,

            "We dueled."

            "Didn't you guys get in trouble?" Harry asked, bewildered.

            "No.  Lucius Malfoy doesn't have his house monitored by the Ministry because of the Dark Arts he used to do.  But I lost anyways." Ron said gravely.

            "You're damn right you lost!" Shannon blurted.  "You need to stay, away, from Natasha!  Leave her alone Ron!  If she wanted you, she'd try to pursue a relationship.  But she's not and you're just causing trouble."  Ron and Harry would have been pretty threatened by this, but Shannon had just…sworn. 

            "What?!" she said impatiently.  Harry and Ron shook their heads quickly and nodded in 'agreement'.  Shannon sighed and took Harry's hand.

            "What are we doing for dinner tonight?"  Harry thought for a moment and then thought of a great idea.

            "I just thought of a great idea!" he said brightly, making the author look like an idiot for restating the sentence again.  OOH!! BURN ON THE AUTHOR!!  *Remembers that she's the author* Dang!!  "Let's all go out to Hogsmeade for dinner tonight.  We can just use Floo powder."

            "I'll have to see what Jenny and Seamus and Natasha and Draco have to say, but I'd really like to.  What about you Ron?" Shannon said a little harshly.  She wanted to influence the fact that Natasha and Draco were a couple.

            "Whatever," he groaned and went up to his room, leaving Harry and Shannon alone in the kitchen. 

            "I tell you what," Shannon said sarcastically, "I'm beginning to really love that boy."  Harry laughed and shook his head.

            "He's a pistol." 

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Natasha, Draco, Jenny, and Seamus were thrilled about going out to dinner.  All three girls even decided to help each other get dressed up special-they were going to a club right after dinner.  It took them nearly 3 full hours, but when they stepped out, the boys were ashamed of all their grumbling.  ("What are they doing in there?"  "Are they done yet?")

            Jenny stepped out first.  She was wearing dark blue hip hugger jeans and a tight red halter top.  Her hair was done up in corn-rows and a curly-messy bun.  Her gold eyeshadow flattered her brown eyes and made them look big.

            Natasha came out second.  She was wearing a short denim skirt that looked stone-washed.  Her navy-blue tank top matched her flip-flops, and her hair was wavy and thrown up in a half pony tail.

            Shannon exited last.  She wore a khaki skort and a deep purple t-shirt that was quite low cut.  Her thick brown hair was down and flipped out, and her glasses illuminated her silver eyeshadow.  The girls were lookin' fine.  (In Ron's words)

Once they had all gathered in the living room, Draco took out a can of Floo powder.  Everything was going great.  But Ron had a mouth, and of course he had to use it.

            "Too bad you're going to get dirty.  You guys look hot." He said, eyeing Natasha.  She rolled her eyes and motioned for everyone to gather around her.

            "Grab onto my arms." She directed, and everyone questioningly listened.  Their surroundings were swirling and then the background turned into a dark alleyway in Hogsmeade.  Everyone reacted to Natasha at once.  The noise was deafening.

            "Do you know how much trouble you could get in?" Harry cried.

            "What are you thinking?!" said Draco.

            "Cool!! Will you teach me?" Seamus was last.  Everyone stopped and stared at him.  Shannon rolled her eyes.

            "Tosha is really careful," she said disdainfully.  "Leave her alone."  Natasha gaped.  Shannon was the one who had told her that she could get into all this trouble and blah and blah and blah-blah fricken blah.  She really was changing.

            "I guess I could have given you guys a heads up, but I didn't think it would have been that big of a deal," Natasha apologized.  Everyone soon forgot as they walked into Hogsmeade and were greeted by the completely wizard town.  The group sauntered to Three Broomsticks and were seated by Madame Rosmerta.  Once they had consumed their meals and finished dessert, they made their way to The Witchcraft Club for Teen Wizards and Witches.

            When they first entered, Natasha, Shannon, and Jenny were a little intimidated.  Several young witches were there, and they seemed to be amazing dancers.  Of course, they had nothing on Natasha, who was half veela.  She could freeze a whole room full of guys-literally.  She and Draco of course wouldn't be dancing that night.  But Shannon and Jenny had never really been to a club like this.  Just a few middle school dances, but that was it.  After putting their purses in a booth where Draco and Natasha sat, Shannon and Harry, Jenny and Seamus, and Ron made their way out to the dance floor.

            Shannon danced close to Harry, rubbing her body against his.  Jenny started doing the booty dance right in front of Seamus, who was laughing wildly and shaking his hair with his head-banging.  Ron had just started to pick up the beat of the music when he saw the back of a tall brunette walking by him, swaying her hips just so slightly.  She was wearing a silvery halter top and a tight leather skirt.  She looked like one fine piece of ass and Ron couldn't wait to see her face.  With a body like that, she might even be hotter than Natasha. 

            He walked inconspicuously over to her, tapped her on the shoulder and flattened his hair quickly before she could turn around.  Ron was bewildered when this girl did.

            "Hi, Ron." 

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:  Hmm…who could it be?  *Laughs evilly*  Tune in next time to find out!!