Chapter 6
*Sighhhhhh*
The more she thought about it, the gigglier (A/N: hey MS Word said this was a word!) she felt.
*Giggle*
Yup, that was the ticket.
Not that anyone could blame her, she had a drop dead sexy boyfriend who spoiled her rotten as well as respected her wish to 'wait.' What more could a gorgeous (very modestly put) girl ask for?
Without so much as hesitating, the thought of an engagement ring with the Hope Diamond sitting on it, popped into her head.
That, of course, reminded her about graduation. Even though it was the beginning of the year didn't mean that a girl didn't have hopes and dreams.
*Siiiiiiiiiiiiiighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh*
Draco was going to set out into the wizarding world and leave her, the sexy red-haired fox, to go work hard for his bread and butter, oh the sorrow!
Hey can't blame a girl who reads trashy romance novels can ya?
The logical part of her more or less kicked her in the arse and rolled its eyes before practically bellowing that Draco Malfoy would never really have to do manual labor (although the thought made her flush). Hell, the Slytherin had already told her that his job would just be to sign papers and check up on a few of his businesses every now and then.
So, why in the world hadn't he proposed?
Maybe he was waiting until she graduated, so they'd be on even footing.
Or maybe he wanted to go traipsing with slutty money grubbing whores.
This time, the logical part bit her index finger very hard.
*****
He decided that peanut butter cookies were evil.
Yes, very undeniably evil.
So evil that only evil people ate them.
Now how did he draw this conclusion?
It lied in the simple fact that both Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini were enjoying those soft chewy mouthwatering cookies with milk.
He couldn't really hate milk as much, because it was milk.and it reminded him of his flawless complexion. And he couldn't fathom bad thoughts about his beautiful skin.
So instead, he glared at the golden brown cookies, wishing that they'd become poisonous by sheer will.
"If you want one, just take it."
Draco quickly stuffed one in his mouth with a cookified smirk, "Shee, I shew you wuld gove me 'un!" (Translated: See, I knew you would give me one!)
Pansy rolled her eyes to the ceiling, "You didn't ask sissy boy."
After swallowing the cookie, he retorted hotly, "I am not a sissy! Sissies are people who ASK!"
Blaise inwardly sighed, "Yes, sissies are people who ask for cookies. You, Draco, are not a sissy because instead of asking, you alternately glared/drooled over them. Yup, definitely NOT a sissy."
"At least one of you has brains."
"ARGH!"
"Don't worry Pansy, I might be able to forgive you and your insult.in due time."
The Slytherin girl was seething, and Blaise secretly noted that seething for Pansy Parkinson, didn't look very fashionable.
Grinning brightly, Draco clapped his hands and more loudly proclaimed it time to stop eating.
"Okay, it's time to get cracking. What have you two come up with?"
Pansy threw a dirty look at him before spitting out her idea.
"I thought a Masquerade would be rather interesting."
The Silver-blonde shook his head, "Too cliché."
About to pounce and claw his charmingly sexy eyes out, the puggish looking girl was stopped by Blaise's hasty intervention.
"Perhaps we can make it a medieval theme?"
Putting a finger against his chin, Draco nodded slowly before declaring it a very good idea.
"Great work Zabini, that'll be Slytherin's suggestion for the Halloween Ball. Let's just hope that the other houses don't come up with something better. Now, since this meeting is over, I'll be meeting with my foxy lady."
As soon as Draco left, both Blaise and Pansy chuckled in unison, "He's so whipped."
****
Two teenagers settled by one of the enormous trees and spent a good minute staring at the lake.
Annoyed that he didn't take the initiative, she nearly barked, "What exactly did you want to talk about?"
Frowning, The Boy Who Lived could only think, 'No excuses, just hoped you'd maul me.' Seeing that it wouldn't be the best answer, he remained silent.
Sylph raised an eyebrow, "You just followed me for no reason then? Very flattering."
"N-NO! I just.er.thought you might want company.?"
'Oh you sound really convincing you great git! Ending it with it sounding like a question, shows real confidence, I'm sure she'll throw herself at you now. Idiot." He thought to himself disgustedly.
"You are so cute in that sweet sort of way."
If he was eating or drinking something, he would have choked, but seeing that he wasn't eating or drinking, he choked on his spit instead.
He started hacking and wheezing while thumping his chest.
Torn between utterly amused and pitying, she rubbed his back in soothing circles, but on second thought, was she supposed to whack him? Since she couldn't remember, she settled on alternating between the two without warning.
Of course, this set poor Harry into a harsher fit of choking/coughing/wheezing.
After awhile, he seemed to calm down and gratefully breathed.
Sylph bit her lip to keep herself from laughing at his doubled over figure.
Sensing her eyes on him, Harry lifted his face up to meet hers.
That intense eye catching stuff went on
:::insert flowers:::
Then Sylph burst out in a fit of giggles and dropped to the floor holding her sides.
With his manly pride crushed and burned, the messy haired boy decided that revenge was in order.
Rolling up his sleeves and flexing his fingers, he dove at her.
The famous Harry Potter had become the Tickle Monster.
*****
"I'm really sorry!"
"Don't worry about it, I'm fine."
Her eyebrows knit together, she frowned, looking very worried and guilty, "I didn't aim for it, I swear!"
Harry sighed and shook his head, "I really don't blame you Syl, now stop apologizing!"
She sighed and handed him two bags of ice.
Grimacing he tossed two bags of water to the floor and gingerly placed one bag of ice on his crotch and he held the other one up to his right eye.
"Ahhhhhh, I'm so very sorry! You should have screamed or something after I kneed you! I didn't hear and you were still there and my elbow...you're going to have a black eye!"
"If I didn't know better it sounds like you're trying not to laugh."
"Er.would it matter?"
"."
"Um.how about this, I owe you a favor, any favor! Although I do expect you to be at least slightly reasonable and no perverted ideas by the way!"
The more mischievous part of him decided to take control for a second, "Fine. Snog me until I can't think straight."
'What the hell is wrong with me?!' Harry thought panic-stricken.
Sylph stared at him with wide eyes for a minute but then shrugged.
Without a word she pounced.
****
Ron didn't understand.
Well, perhaps that was an understatement.
Ron didn't really care.
Hi girlfriend, who was normally sweet and loving, forgiving and logical, had turned into a vicious vengeful banshee.
"Mione, please sit down and eat, you're starting to really scare me."
That wasn't one of his better suggestions.
"Ack, stop that this instant Mione! AHHHHH!!!!!!!!"
****
Bliss.
Her lips were so soft, he couldn't help but sigh in contentment.
He tentatively kissed back, unwilling to even bruise those very delicious lips. Then again, he didn't have to worry; she was the one who decided to play rough.
Slyph pulled away and pushed him, hard. Surprised, Harry fell back with shock which quickly turned into a grin when he realized she had him pinned underneath her.
She smirked and leaned down to kiss him roughly before pulling away to place light kisses along his jaw line down to his Adam's apple. She deepened the kiss slightly to the right of it and began to nibble and suck. That would surely become a hickey, she thought smugly to herself. Harry groaned under her ministrations and arched his neck, to give her more room.
She pressed her body against him and rotated her hips against his lower stomach while pulling him into another mind blowing kiss, this time with tongue.
The raven haired fairy sucked on his earlobe before whispering against his ear, "That should be enough for a snog right?"
Before he could gather enough words to form a coherent thought, Sylph had already gotten up and was dusting herself off.
Her lips were quirked into a smile with a twinkle in her eyes she blew a kiss at him, "That was certainly fun Harry, but so far, you've lost the ball. One-zero babe, this game is mine." And she walked back to the castle.
Blinking dazedly Harry muttered, "Cold shower."
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*Sighhhhhh*
The more she thought about it, the gigglier (A/N: hey MS Word said this was a word!) she felt.
*Giggle*
Yup, that was the ticket.
Not that anyone could blame her, she had a drop dead sexy boyfriend who spoiled her rotten as well as respected her wish to 'wait.' What more could a gorgeous (very modestly put) girl ask for?
Without so much as hesitating, the thought of an engagement ring with the Hope Diamond sitting on it, popped into her head.
That, of course, reminded her about graduation. Even though it was the beginning of the year didn't mean that a girl didn't have hopes and dreams.
*Siiiiiiiiiiiiiighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh*
Draco was going to set out into the wizarding world and leave her, the sexy red-haired fox, to go work hard for his bread and butter, oh the sorrow!
Hey can't blame a girl who reads trashy romance novels can ya?
The logical part of her more or less kicked her in the arse and rolled its eyes before practically bellowing that Draco Malfoy would never really have to do manual labor (although the thought made her flush). Hell, the Slytherin had already told her that his job would just be to sign papers and check up on a few of his businesses every now and then.
So, why in the world hadn't he proposed?
Maybe he was waiting until she graduated, so they'd be on even footing.
Or maybe he wanted to go traipsing with slutty money grubbing whores.
This time, the logical part bit her index finger very hard.
*****
He decided that peanut butter cookies were evil.
Yes, very undeniably evil.
So evil that only evil people ate them.
Now how did he draw this conclusion?
It lied in the simple fact that both Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini were enjoying those soft chewy mouthwatering cookies with milk.
He couldn't really hate milk as much, because it was milk.and it reminded him of his flawless complexion. And he couldn't fathom bad thoughts about his beautiful skin.
So instead, he glared at the golden brown cookies, wishing that they'd become poisonous by sheer will.
"If you want one, just take it."
Draco quickly stuffed one in his mouth with a cookified smirk, "Shee, I shew you wuld gove me 'un!" (Translated: See, I knew you would give me one!)
Pansy rolled her eyes to the ceiling, "You didn't ask sissy boy."
After swallowing the cookie, he retorted hotly, "I am not a sissy! Sissies are people who ASK!"
Blaise inwardly sighed, "Yes, sissies are people who ask for cookies. You, Draco, are not a sissy because instead of asking, you alternately glared/drooled over them. Yup, definitely NOT a sissy."
"At least one of you has brains."
"ARGH!"
"Don't worry Pansy, I might be able to forgive you and your insult.in due time."
The Slytherin girl was seething, and Blaise secretly noted that seething for Pansy Parkinson, didn't look very fashionable.
Grinning brightly, Draco clapped his hands and more loudly proclaimed it time to stop eating.
"Okay, it's time to get cracking. What have you two come up with?"
Pansy threw a dirty look at him before spitting out her idea.
"I thought a Masquerade would be rather interesting."
The Silver-blonde shook his head, "Too cliché."
About to pounce and claw his charmingly sexy eyes out, the puggish looking girl was stopped by Blaise's hasty intervention.
"Perhaps we can make it a medieval theme?"
Putting a finger against his chin, Draco nodded slowly before declaring it a very good idea.
"Great work Zabini, that'll be Slytherin's suggestion for the Halloween Ball. Let's just hope that the other houses don't come up with something better. Now, since this meeting is over, I'll be meeting with my foxy lady."
As soon as Draco left, both Blaise and Pansy chuckled in unison, "He's so whipped."
****
Two teenagers settled by one of the enormous trees and spent a good minute staring at the lake.
Annoyed that he didn't take the initiative, she nearly barked, "What exactly did you want to talk about?"
Frowning, The Boy Who Lived could only think, 'No excuses, just hoped you'd maul me.' Seeing that it wouldn't be the best answer, he remained silent.
Sylph raised an eyebrow, "You just followed me for no reason then? Very flattering."
"N-NO! I just.er.thought you might want company.?"
'Oh you sound really convincing you great git! Ending it with it sounding like a question, shows real confidence, I'm sure she'll throw herself at you now. Idiot." He thought to himself disgustedly.
"You are so cute in that sweet sort of way."
If he was eating or drinking something, he would have choked, but seeing that he wasn't eating or drinking, he choked on his spit instead.
He started hacking and wheezing while thumping his chest.
Torn between utterly amused and pitying, she rubbed his back in soothing circles, but on second thought, was she supposed to whack him? Since she couldn't remember, she settled on alternating between the two without warning.
Of course, this set poor Harry into a harsher fit of choking/coughing/wheezing.
After awhile, he seemed to calm down and gratefully breathed.
Sylph bit her lip to keep herself from laughing at his doubled over figure.
Sensing her eyes on him, Harry lifted his face up to meet hers.
That intense eye catching stuff went on
:::insert flowers:::
Then Sylph burst out in a fit of giggles and dropped to the floor holding her sides.
With his manly pride crushed and burned, the messy haired boy decided that revenge was in order.
Rolling up his sleeves and flexing his fingers, he dove at her.
The famous Harry Potter had become the Tickle Monster.
*****
"I'm really sorry!"
"Don't worry about it, I'm fine."
Her eyebrows knit together, she frowned, looking very worried and guilty, "I didn't aim for it, I swear!"
Harry sighed and shook his head, "I really don't blame you Syl, now stop apologizing!"
She sighed and handed him two bags of ice.
Grimacing he tossed two bags of water to the floor and gingerly placed one bag of ice on his crotch and he held the other one up to his right eye.
"Ahhhhhh, I'm so very sorry! You should have screamed or something after I kneed you! I didn't hear and you were still there and my elbow...you're going to have a black eye!"
"If I didn't know better it sounds like you're trying not to laugh."
"Er.would it matter?"
"."
"Um.how about this, I owe you a favor, any favor! Although I do expect you to be at least slightly reasonable and no perverted ideas by the way!"
The more mischievous part of him decided to take control for a second, "Fine. Snog me until I can't think straight."
'What the hell is wrong with me?!' Harry thought panic-stricken.
Sylph stared at him with wide eyes for a minute but then shrugged.
Without a word she pounced.
****
Ron didn't understand.
Well, perhaps that was an understatement.
Ron didn't really care.
Hi girlfriend, who was normally sweet and loving, forgiving and logical, had turned into a vicious vengeful banshee.
"Mione, please sit down and eat, you're starting to really scare me."
That wasn't one of his better suggestions.
"Ack, stop that this instant Mione! AHHHHH!!!!!!!!"
****
Bliss.
Her lips were so soft, he couldn't help but sigh in contentment.
He tentatively kissed back, unwilling to even bruise those very delicious lips. Then again, he didn't have to worry; she was the one who decided to play rough.
Slyph pulled away and pushed him, hard. Surprised, Harry fell back with shock which quickly turned into a grin when he realized she had him pinned underneath her.
She smirked and leaned down to kiss him roughly before pulling away to place light kisses along his jaw line down to his Adam's apple. She deepened the kiss slightly to the right of it and began to nibble and suck. That would surely become a hickey, she thought smugly to herself. Harry groaned under her ministrations and arched his neck, to give her more room.
She pressed her body against him and rotated her hips against his lower stomach while pulling him into another mind blowing kiss, this time with tongue.
The raven haired fairy sucked on his earlobe before whispering against his ear, "That should be enough for a snog right?"
Before he could gather enough words to form a coherent thought, Sylph had already gotten up and was dusting herself off.
Her lips were quirked into a smile with a twinkle in her eyes she blew a kiss at him, "That was certainly fun Harry, but so far, you've lost the ball. One-zero babe, this game is mine." And she walked back to the castle.
Blinking dazedly Harry muttered, "Cold shower."
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