Chocolate
I am the little girl of the family. I am supposed to be the innocent, red-haired sweet little angel. That's what Mom always told me, anyways. I have a reputation to uphold, she says. I am to be a proper girl, with proper grades, proper clothes (even if they're cheap), proper equipment for school, and proper friends in school. I think it's ludicrous. She never gave these rules to my brothers. She always says, 'boys will be boys', well then, I say, 'girls will be girls'.
It's not like I am not still little. I am only sixteen, after all. But I've gotten over my little crush on the Boy-Who-Lived. It's not like he's going to glance at me any time soon. But when he does, he'll get a hell of a surprise. He doesn't know I've changed. I am sure he's noticed something of course, he's not that slow...but he'll never really know how much I've changed, actually. When I used to be the shy, blushing little girl, I would've never thought in my upcoming fourth year that I would be dueling with Death Eaters with my brother, Luna, Harry, Hermione and Neville, the person I went to the Yule Ball with. When I was the shy little girl, I would've never cursed, never had the courage to have a boyfriend (ex-boyfriend now, Michael Corner, or another ex-boyfriend, Dean Thomas), or talk to Harry in a manner where I wouldn't blush.
I don't want boys right now. I don't want a relationship right now. I just want to have a little fun. I want to try everything from French-kissing to handcuffing experiments. I've heard so much in my dorm from girls that I want to see if it's really worth it. Sex, I mean. I've never slept with a guy. I don't have any morals or limits about it, really. Nor am I easy. I don't have an adequate view or opinion on sex, just that I think it would be difficult to forget when it happens.
This sixth year, Tory, told me about these tricks you can use. Like bending over so they can look down your shirt; how to flirt, how to give them these little touches - like rubbing their shoulders when they're talking, or brushing something away from their hair playfully, etcetera., etcetera. I've never tried them before, just one. This morning, actually. It's called 'chocolate'. It's pretty much just licking from your fingers, and making it noticeable. I decided to try it as officially as I could, and used chocolate. After all, I am sure everyone would think I am pretty strange for licking my finger for no reason. When I did it it this morning though, I am almost accurately sure nobody saw; and I got embarrassed and fed up, so I just ran out.
And somebody was following me. I smiled, and kept going. There was no need to be impatient. Tory had been right. Boys slave over you if you give them the right method. The footsteps neared closer behind me as I walked toward the portrait of the Fat Lady. That's when I swung around. Nobody was there.
Frowning, I proceeded back into the hallway I was in and caught a glance of silver-blonde hair making it's way hurriedly down. I smiled, startled, but pleased. I looked at my fingers, smudged chocolate running up one of my fingers. I licked the remains of it, feeling the sweetness drown in my mouth.
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I was writing Abandon when I thought I'd update this; why not? It was fun to write. Beware of smut in further chapters (if there are any further chapters --- !!)
After all...
Girls will be girls...
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