A/N: Here's the next chapter. I hope everyone enjoys it! School starts on
Monday for me, so it will take longer to update. Well, here it is.
It was a week before school let out. The fight story had died down and Teresa was thankful that the news didn't reach any of the teachers. Teresa was in the Slytherin common room, working on a Potions essay with Blaise. When they finally finished, Teresa laid back in his arms, tired. Thank God it was a Friday.
Blaise lightly stroked her hair. A few Slytherins glanced their way, but not many. The Slytherins had come to respect Teresa. As time flew by, Teresa fell asleep in Blaise's arms. She didn't notice when he carried her up to his and Draco's room.
Teresa was off in the land of dreams. Ginny and Draco, who were in his room, smiled at her sleeping form. Blaise fell asleep beside her, on his bed. Little did he know that the one he loved was having horrible nightmares.
(A/N: This is Teresa's dream.)
Teresa and Alicia were walking back from a Muggle dancing club called Mitey's. They had snuck out of Stanwand for their weekly weekend tradition. Stephanie usually attended, but had been sick and so cancelled.
As the two girls rounded the corner where their brooms laid, concealed by a complex invisibility charm, they were surrounded by five men wearing black robes. They tried to scream, but they were gagged.
Two men held Alicia down and another two held Teresa down. The fifth one glanced each of the two girls over. He knew that they weren't Muggles, he knew who they were.
When he spoke, his cold, cruel voice caused Teresa to shiver. "The brunette. Forget the blonde (Alicia)."
The man came closer to Teresa, who was panicking. He began to greedily kiss her. Anger rose inside of her. He moved down her shaking body. As he attempted to remove her tight jeans, Teresa allowed herself to shrink back as the Veela within took over. Teresa had never done that before, and she most likely would never do it again.
Teresa, with a strength she didn't even knew she possessed, banged the heads of the two men together. The one trying to rape her jumped back in surprise. He ordered the other two holding Alicia not to let her go.
It was too late. Teresa lunged at them and kicked them hard in their heads and then their stomachs. She could feel the pain as the two fell with a groan. She knew that she possessed great strength when the Veela took over. She glanced at the four writhing bodies, but felt no pity. All she felt was anger.
Teresa walked toward the last man. He grabbed his wand and she grabbed her's. Alicia got up to help, but Teresa motioned for her to stay. The man opened his mouth to curse her, but she yelled:
"Expelliarmus!"
His wand flew from his hand and he flew back and hit a nearby wall. She walked up to him. There was no fear in his eyes, but she could feel it radiating off of him. Teresa picked up the man with her fist, raising him three inches off the ground.
He stared at her, shocked at her strength. Alicia was shocked as well, but no one was more shocked than Teresa was. Teresa threw the man against the wall. Blood gushed from his head. He got up and lunged at Teresa, knocking them both to the ground. He hit her many times, but she kicked him in the groin and kicked him off of her. She took out her wand and pointed it at his jarring body. Before she could mutter a curse that would cause him even more pain, Alicia grabbed her arm.
"Teresa, let's go. Please."
Teresa's eyes slowly regained their hazel-green color. She looked at her surroundings and dropped her mouth open when she realized what she had done. Alicia weakly smiled at her and the two grabbed their brooms and headed back to school.
When they arrived at Stanwand, they headed back to the west wing, where the Massimo stayed. Each group had their own wing and the teachers stayed in another building, attached to the school. The classrooms were in the center along with the eating areas.
Teresa and Alicia sneaked back into their room, which they shared with Stephanie. They said nothing about what had happened. All they did was promise they would never tell anyone. That was the night Alicia found out that Teresa was a Veela.
In the dream, Teresa was a sixth year and it was the end of the school year. The dream continued and it moved to a different setting. One of the men from earlier was talking with another man, with glaring red eyes. His attire was still on, but Teresa could see his steel, gray eyes with a touch of blue. His eyes were like ice and the other set of eyes were like fire.
"She is ready, my Lord," Ice bowed to Fire.
"So she let the Veela take over?"
"Yes, Master."
"Good. We will go then. Send her to her home. I will go to Vita Anastasio and have her and Derek prepare their daughter. Tonight, she will join our ranks."
Ice nodded and left quickly. Fire stayed behind. The dream began to fade, but not before Fire glared into Teresa's dream, as if he were glaring her in the eye.
"You will be mine."
(A/N: End of dream.)
Teresa woke up with a start. She looked around and saw Blaise, Ginny, and Draco glancing at her suspiciously. Teresa smirked at them, but let a flicker of worry show when she glanced at Draco.
The last part, Voldemort's words, had never been said before. Teresa had had this dream many times, but never had Voldemort spoken directly toward her. The worst part of the dream was that she remembered that it had all happened.
Teresa remembered the attempted rape. She remembered suddenly waking up in her bed at home with no clue as to why she was there. Blaise slowly walked to Teresa and put his arm around her. She leaned into him and used him for support.
After a few moments, she got up and left. She walked quickly to an abandoned corridor. Teresa sat up against the wall and brought her knees to her chest. Teresa could only remember two times in her life when she was afraid and she wouldn't let Voldemort make this three. A minute later, Damion walked by. He had been looking for her. Damion moved to sit beside Teresa, but she stood up.
"Go away."
"No. I know you love me, why won't you admit it?"
"I don't love you, not anymore Damion. Leave. Now."
Damion slowly moved to Teresa. Her chest was pounding. The look in his eyes was making her uneasy. It was the same look that the rapist held, greed and desire. Damion trapped her against the wall. Teresa raised her knee to kick his groin, but he stopped her with his leg. Grabbing her hands, Damion moved in.
His lips were a centimeter away from hers. He lightly kissed her cheek. Teresa tried to push him away, but she was weak. The dream always made her weak and there was no way she was going to allow her Veela to take over.
"I love you, Teresa. Leave Blaise, come with me."
"Damion, get your hands the hell off of me."
Teresa's voice was low and menacing. She silently prayed that someone would walk down the corridor and remove Damion.
"Never. You're mine now"
Teresa shuttered. It was like in the dream. Teresa felt anger rising within her. "I will never be yours!"
She pushed him off of her just as Draco came running her way. He saw what Damion had done and was seriously pissed. Draco lunged at Damion and the two fought. Teresa didn't care. She wanted Draco to hurt Damion, just like Damion hurt her.
Draco and Damion threw punches for five minutes before Draco got the upper hand. Draco knocked Damion to the floor and delivered one last punch that kept Damion down. Draco walked over to Teresa who was once again sitting on the wall.
He sat down next to her and put his arm around her shoulder. She let her head fall on his shoulder. He knew she was tired, but he didn't know from what. Draco lightly picked Teresa up. She gave a light scowl.
"I can walk you know."
"I know."
Draco carried Teresa to the Quidditch pitch. She was in a pair of jeans and a warm sweater. He was wearing a pair of baggy jeans and a loose hoodie. Draco muttered a simple warming spell as he put Teresa down on the grass. He sat next to her and looked at her expectantly.
"Well, are you going to tell me or do I have to beat it out of you?"
Teresa snickered. "I'd like to see you try."
"Whatever, look Teresa, you might have fooled Ginny and Blaise, but I know better. I can tell you're upset about something. What is it?"
"It wasn't really anything, just a nightmare."
"It must have been some nightmare."
"It was."
Silence filled the air. Teresa refused to tell Draco what happened. Sure they had bonded a lot over the past weeks, but she refused to tell anyone her secret. As Teresa's strength returned to her, so did her stubbornness.
Draco and Teresa had more in common then most people knew. They both concealed their feelings from almost everyone. Both Draco and Teresa grew up with Death Eaters, and the pain and shame that came with it. Teresa knew how Draco felt, being forced to join Voldemort. The same thing had almost happened to her. Sighing, Draco looked at Teresa.
"If you're not going to tell me, I'm not going to press you."
"Look. Maybe one day, but not today."
"I understand."
Draco and Teresa got up and left. They returned to the Slytherin common room and then to Draco's room. Teresa sat down next to Blaise on his bed. She was glad that the Hogwarts team had off today. They had been practicing nonstop for the past few weeks.
Blaise let his arm slip around her waist and Teresa looked up at him, her trademark smirk in place. Blaise leaned toward her and lightly kissed her. Teresa let her arm slip around his neck and pulled him toward her. They continued kissing.
Draco laid back on his bed, he was soon joined by Ginny. The fiery redhead moved a piece of hair out of his face as she leaned in to kiss him. Draco pulled Ginny close and all of his worried thoughts about Teresa slipped away.
When Teresa and Blaise parted for breath, they noticed their friends were getting more passionate and decided to leave. Blaise threw on Draco's invisibility cloak and followed Teresa to her room.
Once inside, Teresa changed and so did Blaise. They crawled into Teresa's bed and Blaise gently stroked Teresa's hair as Teresa told him about Damion.
"Why won't that asshole get the picture?"
"He never was too bright." Teresa was lying on Blaise's chest.
Blaise laughed. "I want to tell you something."
"Go ahead."
"Teresa, I've never felt this way about anyone in my entire life. You mean everything to me. And I want you to know."
"Yes?"
"That I love you. I love you with all my heart."
Silence filled the room. Blaise knew that Teresa might not feel the same way yet, but he didn't care. He loved her and that was all that mattered. He brought Teresa closer to him.
"I know you might not feel the same way yet and that's okay. I just wanted you to know." Blaise lightly kissed her temple.
"Blaise, I care for you more than I ever have for any other boyfriend, but I don't know if it's love. But know this, I care deeply and passionately for you."
Blaise turned Teresa over in his arms. He rolled on top of her and lightly kissed her neck. He moved down past her collarbone and stopped shortly above her chest. Both of their hearts were pounding.
The two lovers captured each other's lips in a promise-sealing kiss. A promise that said that they would always care for one another. Blaise continued making a trail of kisses up and down Teresa's neck.
She felt her body go limp in is arms, something that had never happened before. Teresa brought Blaise's lips back to hers and passionately kissed them. Teresa slipped her tongue in his mouth. She felt his hands go up her shirt, up her back.
She groaned when he meshed their bodies together. The two finally parted for breath. It was a good thing. Once again, Teresa's leg was wrapped around Blaise's legs, like it had done so many other times. Neither knew how long they could resist the inevitable.
After a while, both couples finally fell asleep, but each for different reasons. Blaise and Teresa were worn out after resistance and Draco and Ginny passed out over passionate lovemaking.
The next morning, Teresa heard her alarm go off and she jumped out of bed. Blaise reluctantly followed her. They got dressed for the Quidditch match against Stanwand. But Teresa threw on a pair of tight, black pants that sunk really low and a short, red shirt that sunk low in the V-neck. She had on a pair of black boots and her hair was down in curls.
Blaise let out a whistle at her. Teresa laughed. She grabbed her Quidditch outfit and left, followed by Blaise in the invisibility cloak. The Hogwarts players were wearing purple and white uniforms.
Teresa made her way down to the pitch and was soon joined by Draco. She glanced over to the East sideline. Teresa saw Taylor getting ready for the competition. Taylor was Teresa's challenger for Stanwand.
After a brief meeting with the Hogwarts team, Teresa left to prepare for the competition. She was singing a Muggle song called 'Dirrty'. Taylor swaggered up to Teresa, she had been chosen to go first.
"Ready to lose?"
Teresa snarled. "Ready to have your ass handed to you?"
"That isn't happening Teresa. This is one arena that you can't beat me at."
"We'll see."
The two girls parted with one last glare. After another hour of practicing Quidditch and her song and dance routine, it was time for Teresa to get ready for the competition. As people poured in to the seats, Dumbledore and Copenhagen entered onto the center of the field. Martins stepped forward.
"Welcome. As the year comes to a close, Professor Dumbledore and I have put together a spectacular performance for you all. We hope this is the start of a wonderful tradition."
Dumbledore stepped forward. "Before we start the Quidditch match, let us first introduce our two contestants in the Talent Competition. Representing Stanwand will be Taylor Nozbern."
Taylor walked to the center of the field. She had on a black leather miniskirt and a gold, glittering tube top. Her boots rose to her knees and her hair was covered with braids. Half of the crowd roared with applause and whistles while the other half was booing. Dumbledore continued.
"Representing Hogwarts will be Teresa Anastasio."
Teresa stepped onto the field and was greeted with much applause. All of Hogwarts was cheering for her, most of Stanwand was booing, part of Stanwand was cheering (mainly the Massimo house), and the other part looked confused as to what to do.
"With out further adieu, let the competition begin." Dumbledore, Copenhagen, and Teresa left the field while Taylor stayed.
As Teresa was heading off to go over her routine one last time, she heard her music start up in the background. At first she thought it was a mistake, but then she heard Taylor singing and dancing to 'Dirrty'.
Teresa was enraged. She stomped to the edge of the field and was seriously pissed at the dancing brunette, but there was nothing she could do. A plan began to formulate in her mind.
Teresa used her wand to conjure up a song she hadn't heard in a while, Shania Twain's 'Man, I Feel Like a Woman'. Shania was a witch who lived in the Muggle world as a singer.
Smiling, Teresa said a spell that changed her outfit. She was now wearing low-rise jeans with a tan, leather belt. Her shirt became a tight, white, V-neck shirt that rose two inches above her belly button. Teresa smiled as her hair was pulled into an extremely high ponytail and as her boots were turned into tan, leather, patchwork boots.
Taylor's song ended just after Teresa finished. Screams erupted from the crowd, along with some Hogwarts' boos. Taylor stuck her nose up to Teresa.
"Let's see you beat that, now that I've stolen your song."
"Oh, I will."
Teresa walked onto the pitch and said her incantation. Music started and Teresa began singing and dancing. Teresa was glad that she had taken the Veela potion the night before because she could see that her dancing was still having an effect on some men. Some of them seemed enchanted, but not overtaken. As the song ended a roar of applause erupted through the crowd, a few boos could still be heard.
Teresa stepped off the field, sending a shocked Taylor a cocky expression. Professor Copenhagen stepped forward along with Professor Dumbledore.
"A magical ballet will appear before each of you. Point at the person you wish to see win with your wand."
Ballets appeared everywhere. After ten minutes, an envelope appeared in front of Dumbledore's face. Albus stepped forward, smiling, he grabbed the envelope.
"And the winner of the Talent Competition is."
The crowd grew silent. Dumbledore glanced around and smiled. "Teresa Anastasio!"
Hogwarts and most of Stanwand began to roar with approval. Taylor's mouth was hanging open. Teresa smirked at her, smiled at the crowds, and walked off the field to get ready for the Quidditch tournament.
Once she was dressed in her purple and white Quidditch outfit, she walked to the team room. Draco, the team's captain, ushered her in and smiled. He gave her a brief hug.
"Awesome."
Blaise stepped forward, quickly kissed her, and kept his arms around her waist as the meeting began.
"You were amazing."
"Alright, everyone knows the plays. We've gone over them enough. Let's get out there and kick ass. Any last tips Teresa."
Teresa thought for a moment. She knew the basic maneuvers of most of the Stanwand squad.
"Rachel, the seeker, fakes out a lot so make sure you see it. She also will try to. distract everyone, so try not to look at her. The beaters always aim for the two chasers without the ball and then all three chasers go for the last one. The keeper, Nathan, likes to come out of the blue, so know that he is always there. The chasers will probably fake out which goal their shooting at and they do lots of flips. That's about it."
The Hogwarts team was introduced. They all flew out there. Stanwand came out in their blue and gold uniforms. The game lasted for hours. Damion, one of Stanwand's beaters, kept on trying to knock Blaise off of his broom. Finally, after hours of flying and a few timeouts, the game was coming to a close. Hogwarts had 140 and Stanwand had 210.
Teresa saw Draco dive out of the corner of her eye. She continued hitting the bludgers at the Stanwand chasers. Draco and Rachel were racing for the snitch, which was moving in all sorts of directions, trying to escape the clutches of both seekers.
Just as Draco caught the snitch, blazing red eyes appeared and took over Teresa's vision. The eyes glared evilly at her and they 'spoke'.
"You will be mine."
Teresa gasped. As she jerked back in surprise, Teresa accidentally let go of her broom. The Silver Nimbus jerked from her grasp and she plummeted to the ground.
Teresa felt everything going in slow motion. She heard gasps and saw figures diving for her. She remembered being caught by a pair of strong arms. She looked into her rescuer's brown orbs (AN: I think I said Blaise had brown eyes).
As her boyfriend brought her safely down to the ground, everything returned to the regular speed. She saw Madame Pomfrey run towards her, followed by Snape, Hogwarts team, Stanwand team, Ginny, Stephanie, Tyrell, Damion, Mikel, and Alicia.
Blaise was looking worriedly at her. Teresa let a small smirk creep on her lips. She grabbed a hold of his hands and gave a brief laugh.
"Now it's three times."
With that, Teresa Anastasio passed out as the onlookers rushed her quickly to the medical wing.
Shout Outs:
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Adriana: Glad you agree with Teresa's actions. Hope you enjoyed Damion's ass kicking. Teresa doesn't know yet if she loves Blaise (as you can see), but she will discover her feelings for him (what they are exactly) very soon. Teresa hasn't loved many people, so it is kind of hard for her and she's never been in love. Keep reviewing.
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Until Next Time (UNT)! Compliments of Lady G
It was a week before school let out. The fight story had died down and Teresa was thankful that the news didn't reach any of the teachers. Teresa was in the Slytherin common room, working on a Potions essay with Blaise. When they finally finished, Teresa laid back in his arms, tired. Thank God it was a Friday.
Blaise lightly stroked her hair. A few Slytherins glanced their way, but not many. The Slytherins had come to respect Teresa. As time flew by, Teresa fell asleep in Blaise's arms. She didn't notice when he carried her up to his and Draco's room.
Teresa was off in the land of dreams. Ginny and Draco, who were in his room, smiled at her sleeping form. Blaise fell asleep beside her, on his bed. Little did he know that the one he loved was having horrible nightmares.
(A/N: This is Teresa's dream.)
Teresa and Alicia were walking back from a Muggle dancing club called Mitey's. They had snuck out of Stanwand for their weekly weekend tradition. Stephanie usually attended, but had been sick and so cancelled.
As the two girls rounded the corner where their brooms laid, concealed by a complex invisibility charm, they were surrounded by five men wearing black robes. They tried to scream, but they were gagged.
Two men held Alicia down and another two held Teresa down. The fifth one glanced each of the two girls over. He knew that they weren't Muggles, he knew who they were.
When he spoke, his cold, cruel voice caused Teresa to shiver. "The brunette. Forget the blonde (Alicia)."
The man came closer to Teresa, who was panicking. He began to greedily kiss her. Anger rose inside of her. He moved down her shaking body. As he attempted to remove her tight jeans, Teresa allowed herself to shrink back as the Veela within took over. Teresa had never done that before, and she most likely would never do it again.
Teresa, with a strength she didn't even knew she possessed, banged the heads of the two men together. The one trying to rape her jumped back in surprise. He ordered the other two holding Alicia not to let her go.
It was too late. Teresa lunged at them and kicked them hard in their heads and then their stomachs. She could feel the pain as the two fell with a groan. She knew that she possessed great strength when the Veela took over. She glanced at the four writhing bodies, but felt no pity. All she felt was anger.
Teresa walked toward the last man. He grabbed his wand and she grabbed her's. Alicia got up to help, but Teresa motioned for her to stay. The man opened his mouth to curse her, but she yelled:
"Expelliarmus!"
His wand flew from his hand and he flew back and hit a nearby wall. She walked up to him. There was no fear in his eyes, but she could feel it radiating off of him. Teresa picked up the man with her fist, raising him three inches off the ground.
He stared at her, shocked at her strength. Alicia was shocked as well, but no one was more shocked than Teresa was. Teresa threw the man against the wall. Blood gushed from his head. He got up and lunged at Teresa, knocking them both to the ground. He hit her many times, but she kicked him in the groin and kicked him off of her. She took out her wand and pointed it at his jarring body. Before she could mutter a curse that would cause him even more pain, Alicia grabbed her arm.
"Teresa, let's go. Please."
Teresa's eyes slowly regained their hazel-green color. She looked at her surroundings and dropped her mouth open when she realized what she had done. Alicia weakly smiled at her and the two grabbed their brooms and headed back to school.
When they arrived at Stanwand, they headed back to the west wing, where the Massimo stayed. Each group had their own wing and the teachers stayed in another building, attached to the school. The classrooms were in the center along with the eating areas.
Teresa and Alicia sneaked back into their room, which they shared with Stephanie. They said nothing about what had happened. All they did was promise they would never tell anyone. That was the night Alicia found out that Teresa was a Veela.
In the dream, Teresa was a sixth year and it was the end of the school year. The dream continued and it moved to a different setting. One of the men from earlier was talking with another man, with glaring red eyes. His attire was still on, but Teresa could see his steel, gray eyes with a touch of blue. His eyes were like ice and the other set of eyes were like fire.
"She is ready, my Lord," Ice bowed to Fire.
"So she let the Veela take over?"
"Yes, Master."
"Good. We will go then. Send her to her home. I will go to Vita Anastasio and have her and Derek prepare their daughter. Tonight, she will join our ranks."
Ice nodded and left quickly. Fire stayed behind. The dream began to fade, but not before Fire glared into Teresa's dream, as if he were glaring her in the eye.
"You will be mine."
(A/N: End of dream.)
Teresa woke up with a start. She looked around and saw Blaise, Ginny, and Draco glancing at her suspiciously. Teresa smirked at them, but let a flicker of worry show when she glanced at Draco.
The last part, Voldemort's words, had never been said before. Teresa had had this dream many times, but never had Voldemort spoken directly toward her. The worst part of the dream was that she remembered that it had all happened.
Teresa remembered the attempted rape. She remembered suddenly waking up in her bed at home with no clue as to why she was there. Blaise slowly walked to Teresa and put his arm around her. She leaned into him and used him for support.
After a few moments, she got up and left. She walked quickly to an abandoned corridor. Teresa sat up against the wall and brought her knees to her chest. Teresa could only remember two times in her life when she was afraid and she wouldn't let Voldemort make this three. A minute later, Damion walked by. He had been looking for her. Damion moved to sit beside Teresa, but she stood up.
"Go away."
"No. I know you love me, why won't you admit it?"
"I don't love you, not anymore Damion. Leave. Now."
Damion slowly moved to Teresa. Her chest was pounding. The look in his eyes was making her uneasy. It was the same look that the rapist held, greed and desire. Damion trapped her against the wall. Teresa raised her knee to kick his groin, but he stopped her with his leg. Grabbing her hands, Damion moved in.
His lips were a centimeter away from hers. He lightly kissed her cheek. Teresa tried to push him away, but she was weak. The dream always made her weak and there was no way she was going to allow her Veela to take over.
"I love you, Teresa. Leave Blaise, come with me."
"Damion, get your hands the hell off of me."
Teresa's voice was low and menacing. She silently prayed that someone would walk down the corridor and remove Damion.
"Never. You're mine now"
Teresa shuttered. It was like in the dream. Teresa felt anger rising within her. "I will never be yours!"
She pushed him off of her just as Draco came running her way. He saw what Damion had done and was seriously pissed. Draco lunged at Damion and the two fought. Teresa didn't care. She wanted Draco to hurt Damion, just like Damion hurt her.
Draco and Damion threw punches for five minutes before Draco got the upper hand. Draco knocked Damion to the floor and delivered one last punch that kept Damion down. Draco walked over to Teresa who was once again sitting on the wall.
He sat down next to her and put his arm around her shoulder. She let her head fall on his shoulder. He knew she was tired, but he didn't know from what. Draco lightly picked Teresa up. She gave a light scowl.
"I can walk you know."
"I know."
Draco carried Teresa to the Quidditch pitch. She was in a pair of jeans and a warm sweater. He was wearing a pair of baggy jeans and a loose hoodie. Draco muttered a simple warming spell as he put Teresa down on the grass. He sat next to her and looked at her expectantly.
"Well, are you going to tell me or do I have to beat it out of you?"
Teresa snickered. "I'd like to see you try."
"Whatever, look Teresa, you might have fooled Ginny and Blaise, but I know better. I can tell you're upset about something. What is it?"
"It wasn't really anything, just a nightmare."
"It must have been some nightmare."
"It was."
Silence filled the air. Teresa refused to tell Draco what happened. Sure they had bonded a lot over the past weeks, but she refused to tell anyone her secret. As Teresa's strength returned to her, so did her stubbornness.
Draco and Teresa had more in common then most people knew. They both concealed their feelings from almost everyone. Both Draco and Teresa grew up with Death Eaters, and the pain and shame that came with it. Teresa knew how Draco felt, being forced to join Voldemort. The same thing had almost happened to her. Sighing, Draco looked at Teresa.
"If you're not going to tell me, I'm not going to press you."
"Look. Maybe one day, but not today."
"I understand."
Draco and Teresa got up and left. They returned to the Slytherin common room and then to Draco's room. Teresa sat down next to Blaise on his bed. She was glad that the Hogwarts team had off today. They had been practicing nonstop for the past few weeks.
Blaise let his arm slip around her waist and Teresa looked up at him, her trademark smirk in place. Blaise leaned toward her and lightly kissed her. Teresa let her arm slip around his neck and pulled him toward her. They continued kissing.
Draco laid back on his bed, he was soon joined by Ginny. The fiery redhead moved a piece of hair out of his face as she leaned in to kiss him. Draco pulled Ginny close and all of his worried thoughts about Teresa slipped away.
When Teresa and Blaise parted for breath, they noticed their friends were getting more passionate and decided to leave. Blaise threw on Draco's invisibility cloak and followed Teresa to her room.
Once inside, Teresa changed and so did Blaise. They crawled into Teresa's bed and Blaise gently stroked Teresa's hair as Teresa told him about Damion.
"Why won't that asshole get the picture?"
"He never was too bright." Teresa was lying on Blaise's chest.
Blaise laughed. "I want to tell you something."
"Go ahead."
"Teresa, I've never felt this way about anyone in my entire life. You mean everything to me. And I want you to know."
"Yes?"
"That I love you. I love you with all my heart."
Silence filled the room. Blaise knew that Teresa might not feel the same way yet, but he didn't care. He loved her and that was all that mattered. He brought Teresa closer to him.
"I know you might not feel the same way yet and that's okay. I just wanted you to know." Blaise lightly kissed her temple.
"Blaise, I care for you more than I ever have for any other boyfriend, but I don't know if it's love. But know this, I care deeply and passionately for you."
Blaise turned Teresa over in his arms. He rolled on top of her and lightly kissed her neck. He moved down past her collarbone and stopped shortly above her chest. Both of their hearts were pounding.
The two lovers captured each other's lips in a promise-sealing kiss. A promise that said that they would always care for one another. Blaise continued making a trail of kisses up and down Teresa's neck.
She felt her body go limp in is arms, something that had never happened before. Teresa brought Blaise's lips back to hers and passionately kissed them. Teresa slipped her tongue in his mouth. She felt his hands go up her shirt, up her back.
She groaned when he meshed their bodies together. The two finally parted for breath. It was a good thing. Once again, Teresa's leg was wrapped around Blaise's legs, like it had done so many other times. Neither knew how long they could resist the inevitable.
After a while, both couples finally fell asleep, but each for different reasons. Blaise and Teresa were worn out after resistance and Draco and Ginny passed out over passionate lovemaking.
The next morning, Teresa heard her alarm go off and she jumped out of bed. Blaise reluctantly followed her. They got dressed for the Quidditch match against Stanwand. But Teresa threw on a pair of tight, black pants that sunk really low and a short, red shirt that sunk low in the V-neck. She had on a pair of black boots and her hair was down in curls.
Blaise let out a whistle at her. Teresa laughed. She grabbed her Quidditch outfit and left, followed by Blaise in the invisibility cloak. The Hogwarts players were wearing purple and white uniforms.
Teresa made her way down to the pitch and was soon joined by Draco. She glanced over to the East sideline. Teresa saw Taylor getting ready for the competition. Taylor was Teresa's challenger for Stanwand.
After a brief meeting with the Hogwarts team, Teresa left to prepare for the competition. She was singing a Muggle song called 'Dirrty'. Taylor swaggered up to Teresa, she had been chosen to go first.
"Ready to lose?"
Teresa snarled. "Ready to have your ass handed to you?"
"That isn't happening Teresa. This is one arena that you can't beat me at."
"We'll see."
The two girls parted with one last glare. After another hour of practicing Quidditch and her song and dance routine, it was time for Teresa to get ready for the competition. As people poured in to the seats, Dumbledore and Copenhagen entered onto the center of the field. Martins stepped forward.
"Welcome. As the year comes to a close, Professor Dumbledore and I have put together a spectacular performance for you all. We hope this is the start of a wonderful tradition."
Dumbledore stepped forward. "Before we start the Quidditch match, let us first introduce our two contestants in the Talent Competition. Representing Stanwand will be Taylor Nozbern."
Taylor walked to the center of the field. She had on a black leather miniskirt and a gold, glittering tube top. Her boots rose to her knees and her hair was covered with braids. Half of the crowd roared with applause and whistles while the other half was booing. Dumbledore continued.
"Representing Hogwarts will be Teresa Anastasio."
Teresa stepped onto the field and was greeted with much applause. All of Hogwarts was cheering for her, most of Stanwand was booing, part of Stanwand was cheering (mainly the Massimo house), and the other part looked confused as to what to do.
"With out further adieu, let the competition begin." Dumbledore, Copenhagen, and Teresa left the field while Taylor stayed.
As Teresa was heading off to go over her routine one last time, she heard her music start up in the background. At first she thought it was a mistake, but then she heard Taylor singing and dancing to 'Dirrty'.
Teresa was enraged. She stomped to the edge of the field and was seriously pissed at the dancing brunette, but there was nothing she could do. A plan began to formulate in her mind.
Teresa used her wand to conjure up a song she hadn't heard in a while, Shania Twain's 'Man, I Feel Like a Woman'. Shania was a witch who lived in the Muggle world as a singer.
Smiling, Teresa said a spell that changed her outfit. She was now wearing low-rise jeans with a tan, leather belt. Her shirt became a tight, white, V-neck shirt that rose two inches above her belly button. Teresa smiled as her hair was pulled into an extremely high ponytail and as her boots were turned into tan, leather, patchwork boots.
Taylor's song ended just after Teresa finished. Screams erupted from the crowd, along with some Hogwarts' boos. Taylor stuck her nose up to Teresa.
"Let's see you beat that, now that I've stolen your song."
"Oh, I will."
Teresa walked onto the pitch and said her incantation. Music started and Teresa began singing and dancing. Teresa was glad that she had taken the Veela potion the night before because she could see that her dancing was still having an effect on some men. Some of them seemed enchanted, but not overtaken. As the song ended a roar of applause erupted through the crowd, a few boos could still be heard.
Teresa stepped off the field, sending a shocked Taylor a cocky expression. Professor Copenhagen stepped forward along with Professor Dumbledore.
"A magical ballet will appear before each of you. Point at the person you wish to see win with your wand."
Ballets appeared everywhere. After ten minutes, an envelope appeared in front of Dumbledore's face. Albus stepped forward, smiling, he grabbed the envelope.
"And the winner of the Talent Competition is."
The crowd grew silent. Dumbledore glanced around and smiled. "Teresa Anastasio!"
Hogwarts and most of Stanwand began to roar with approval. Taylor's mouth was hanging open. Teresa smirked at her, smiled at the crowds, and walked off the field to get ready for the Quidditch tournament.
Once she was dressed in her purple and white Quidditch outfit, she walked to the team room. Draco, the team's captain, ushered her in and smiled. He gave her a brief hug.
"Awesome."
Blaise stepped forward, quickly kissed her, and kept his arms around her waist as the meeting began.
"You were amazing."
"Alright, everyone knows the plays. We've gone over them enough. Let's get out there and kick ass. Any last tips Teresa."
Teresa thought for a moment. She knew the basic maneuvers of most of the Stanwand squad.
"Rachel, the seeker, fakes out a lot so make sure you see it. She also will try to. distract everyone, so try not to look at her. The beaters always aim for the two chasers without the ball and then all three chasers go for the last one. The keeper, Nathan, likes to come out of the blue, so know that he is always there. The chasers will probably fake out which goal their shooting at and they do lots of flips. That's about it."
The Hogwarts team was introduced. They all flew out there. Stanwand came out in their blue and gold uniforms. The game lasted for hours. Damion, one of Stanwand's beaters, kept on trying to knock Blaise off of his broom. Finally, after hours of flying and a few timeouts, the game was coming to a close. Hogwarts had 140 and Stanwand had 210.
Teresa saw Draco dive out of the corner of her eye. She continued hitting the bludgers at the Stanwand chasers. Draco and Rachel were racing for the snitch, which was moving in all sorts of directions, trying to escape the clutches of both seekers.
Just as Draco caught the snitch, blazing red eyes appeared and took over Teresa's vision. The eyes glared evilly at her and they 'spoke'.
"You will be mine."
Teresa gasped. As she jerked back in surprise, Teresa accidentally let go of her broom. The Silver Nimbus jerked from her grasp and she plummeted to the ground.
Teresa felt everything going in slow motion. She heard gasps and saw figures diving for her. She remembered being caught by a pair of strong arms. She looked into her rescuer's brown orbs (AN: I think I said Blaise had brown eyes).
As her boyfriend brought her safely down to the ground, everything returned to the regular speed. She saw Madame Pomfrey run towards her, followed by Snape, Hogwarts team, Stanwand team, Ginny, Stephanie, Tyrell, Damion, Mikel, and Alicia.
Blaise was looking worriedly at her. Teresa let a small smirk creep on her lips. She grabbed a hold of his hands and gave a brief laugh.
"Now it's three times."
With that, Teresa Anastasio passed out as the onlookers rushed her quickly to the medical wing.
Shout Outs:
Crystal: Yes, Taylor should get tortured and I hope you liked Damion's brief ass kicking. Sorry the update took so long. Please keep your reviews coming!
Adriana: Glad you agree with Teresa's actions. Hope you enjoyed Damion's ass kicking. Teresa doesn't know yet if she loves Blaise (as you can see), but she will discover her feelings for him (what they are exactly) very soon. Teresa hasn't loved many people, so it is kind of hard for her and she's never been in love. Keep reviewing.
Kiku: Glad you liked Taylor's ass kicking (it seems a lot of people do-I wonder why). Hope you still love the story and keep those reviews coming!
Anonymous (chapter 4): Thanks for telling me and thanks for the compliment. Keep on reviewing (whoever you are).
Anonymous (chapter 6): Sorry I'm killing you with suspense! Hope this helps. Please keep reviewing and thanks for the compliment.
Angel-Hiragizawa32: Glad I made you jig. LOL. Anyway, glad you find this intriguing. Please keep those reviews coming.
DIE PURPLE COW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!: Glad you liked Taylor's ass kicking and telling off via Blaise. She is a stupid whore isn't she? LOL. Keep reviewing.
Daemon Sorceress: Yes, insanity does screw up stories doesn't it? Glad you likes Teresa's 'handling' of Taylor. Thanks and keep on reviewing.
Kase: Glad you like this. Oh, and Ginny may or may not have 'played it safe'. I haven't decided yet. Which one do you think it should be? The latter would probably make the story longer. Keep on reviewing!
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Meow: I'm glad you love my story and I will try to hurry up the updates! Sorry, school starts soon so it may take longer, but I PROMISE it will be worth it! Keep those reviews coming!
Thanks everyone and I hope you all enjoyed this. Kase asked me if Ginny and Draco 'played it safe'. I haven't decided yet. Which one do you think it should be? I'm leaning to a certain decision, but I want the reader's opinion. 'Unsafe' would probably make the story longer, but I'm up for it.
Until Next Time (UNT)! Compliments of Lady G