Hello again and welcome to anther edition of 'Tapestry of Futile Words for
Immoral Minds'... and here it goes again...
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Dialogue 3: Dean and Hermione
Ron, Harry and Hermione sat together in the Griffindor common room, finishing a particularly long essay about the beginning of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry for their boring historclass with professor Binns.
"Who was the fourth headmaster?" Ron asked tiredly, staring at Hermione's five-page composition with envy and glaring at his miserable half page. "The one that was half crazy or the one with the strange eyeballs?"
Dean Thomas entered the room and rushed towards Hermione before she had time to answer him. She stared at him confusedly for a moment as he smiled at her widely.
"Hi, Hermi'," he said, still smiling. "Remember what I proposed to you the other day?"
Now it was Hermione's turn to smile and blush.
"Yes, of course!" she said.
She was about to add something else when she realized that Ron and Harry were watching her with intensity, most probably wanting to know what was going on.
"Hum... now?" she asked, embarrassed.
"Yeah," Dean said excitedly.
Hermione's smile widened seeing his impatience.
"Okay, then," she said, slowly getting up from her seat.
Dean took her hand and they both walked out of the common room, many students looking at them strangely.
"This could be something!" Ron whispered to Harry who smirked evilly.
"Quick! I'll get my invisibility cloak!" Harry proposed, getting up.
"No time!" Ron interrupted. "We'll have to do without it."
The two boys headed towards the door and quickly spotted Hermione and Dean, still holding hands as they turned a corner not too far away.
"Fast!" Ron motioned, Harry and he running behind them making as less noise they could.
They followed them through several hallways until they stopped in front of a door. Hermione entered first, followed by Dean that shut and locked the door with a large grin plastered on his face.
"This is so nasty," Harry whispered lowly.
"Let's listen!" Ron suggested.
"You think we should?" Harry hesitated.
But the moment of uncertainty was soon over and they were both crawling towards the closed door. Harry tried to see through the keyhole but not a thing could be perceived so he tried to listen at the bottom of the door along with Ron.
"Well, This is about as close to the real thing as you're gonna get around here, I guess," they head Hermione say.
"No!" Dean objected. "I could get the real thing if I wanted. The teachers aren't watching us twenty-four seven and my hobbies don't concern them at all."
"Yeah, but you want to do it with me, and I'm a girl," Hermione said, obviously walking around. "If you really wanted the real thing it wouldn't be with me and it wouldn't be here. I'm sure you've got a nice hideout outside where you could have invited Ron or Harry, or Seamus to do this. I'm guess they'd go for it. Why didn't you ask them?"
Ron gave Harry a 'what the hell are they talking about' look.
"They wouldn't have agreed," Dean said remorsefully. "They're too much into wizarding stuff and school and Quidditch, and homework... and they wouldn't want to do it with *me*! I had to settle on you, so get ready cuz' I've been holding back for too long."
"Give me all you've got then, Thomas," Hermione said suavely. "I'm ready for it."
"Yeah, we'll I've got a lot to give, Granger," Dean said in his turn. "You won't be deceived."
"Yeah, we'll you're in for a surprise cuz' I'm quite good myself," she said calmly. "I've been practicing with a lot of guys from all the houses. Even Slytherin."
Ron and Harry's eyes widened in shock.
Hermione giggled.
"And I don't even think you could get it in the hole!" she said sweetly.
"Yeah, well it may be small but I'm better than you, that's for sure. It's gonna get in more than a few times, dear. I've been practicing."
"With WHO?" Hermione asked.
"Hum... well... I can't tell you that," Dean said uncomfortably. "But I assure you I'm better than you."
"Boys," Hermione sighed. "You always think you're the best at what you do. And you haven't done this in ages. You most probably suck."
"No, you do, Granger," Dear replied.
"We'll see," she said.
There was a long moment of silence only punctuated by moans, 'oohs' and 'oomphs' and other sounds that made Harry and Ron grin evilly. Hermione laughed.
"Yeah, you almost have it, Thomas," she sighed. "Just a little harder and you'll get it."
"Oh yeah, I'm getting it, Hermi'," Dean answered back, enthusiasm in his voice.
Hermione moaned in surprise.
"Oh, yeah."
"Whoa... oh no, please Dean, not again, not again," Hermione purred.
"You see it's not that hard getting it in the hole," Dean whispered. "You just need delicacy and tact."
There was another long moment of silence where all they could hear were two people breathing hard. Ron and Harry didn't dare to breathe.
"Shit, Hermi, don't move it like that! You'll break it!" Dean said somewhat angrily.
"Family legacy?" Hermione asked, laughing.
"Actually, yeah," Dean joked.
"Well don't tell me how to do this," Hermione continued.
"You're making things difficult," Dean said smartly.
"Dean... oh... oh my God," Hermione huffed, like if she was having difficulty breathing and speaking.
"Move your hand!" Dean yelled.
"I'm not letting you get it in again!" Hermione pleaded.
Both students screamed and stayed quite for a moment. Ron and Harry stayed ears on the floor, mouths opened, waiting for something else to happen. A few moments later, footsteps were heard coming towards the door.
Ron and Harry rushed to their feet and hid inside the first thing they spotted: a broom closet. They heard the two other people's voices in the hallway.
"Thanks Hermione!" Dean said quietly.
"No problem," she answered. "Wow... I need a shower... hey, we'll do this again soon okay?"
"Great!" Dean said,
Grinning like two madmen, Harry and Ron waited for their steps to fade away before jumping out of the closet and entering the room they had been in. Their jaws dropped in surprise seeing what was staying in the middle of the room.
"A... a... hum... how do you call this, Harry?" Ron asked
"... a babyfoot?" Harry said, unbelievingly.
"Why didn't I see it before," Ron said, rolling his eyes. "Thomas is obsessed by this muggle sport... football... 'soccer'."
Harry laughed.
"Okay, let's go back to the common room before miss Norris finds us," he said, walking out of the room.
"So... Dean won?"
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And this one was longer because I wrote it at home. The two first 'dialogues' were respectfully made during math and geography class ;p
When I think of it, it could have also been golf... but then I remembered that Dean had a thing for soccer...
(And a babyfoot is like a table with knobs on either side that you pull and turn to make the little players attached to the sticks (of the knobs) move, in order to kick a small soccer ball into the other player's goal... if you didn't know or weren't sure.)
^_^ hope you enjoy what my twisted mind creates.
Please review!
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Dialogue 3: Dean and Hermione
Ron, Harry and Hermione sat together in the Griffindor common room, finishing a particularly long essay about the beginning of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry for their boring historclass with professor Binns.
"Who was the fourth headmaster?" Ron asked tiredly, staring at Hermione's five-page composition with envy and glaring at his miserable half page. "The one that was half crazy or the one with the strange eyeballs?"
Dean Thomas entered the room and rushed towards Hermione before she had time to answer him. She stared at him confusedly for a moment as he smiled at her widely.
"Hi, Hermi'," he said, still smiling. "Remember what I proposed to you the other day?"
Now it was Hermione's turn to smile and blush.
"Yes, of course!" she said.
She was about to add something else when she realized that Ron and Harry were watching her with intensity, most probably wanting to know what was going on.
"Hum... now?" she asked, embarrassed.
"Yeah," Dean said excitedly.
Hermione's smile widened seeing his impatience.
"Okay, then," she said, slowly getting up from her seat.
Dean took her hand and they both walked out of the common room, many students looking at them strangely.
"This could be something!" Ron whispered to Harry who smirked evilly.
"Quick! I'll get my invisibility cloak!" Harry proposed, getting up.
"No time!" Ron interrupted. "We'll have to do without it."
The two boys headed towards the door and quickly spotted Hermione and Dean, still holding hands as they turned a corner not too far away.
"Fast!" Ron motioned, Harry and he running behind them making as less noise they could.
They followed them through several hallways until they stopped in front of a door. Hermione entered first, followed by Dean that shut and locked the door with a large grin plastered on his face.
"This is so nasty," Harry whispered lowly.
"Let's listen!" Ron suggested.
"You think we should?" Harry hesitated.
But the moment of uncertainty was soon over and they were both crawling towards the closed door. Harry tried to see through the keyhole but not a thing could be perceived so he tried to listen at the bottom of the door along with Ron.
"Well, This is about as close to the real thing as you're gonna get around here, I guess," they head Hermione say.
"No!" Dean objected. "I could get the real thing if I wanted. The teachers aren't watching us twenty-four seven and my hobbies don't concern them at all."
"Yeah, but you want to do it with me, and I'm a girl," Hermione said, obviously walking around. "If you really wanted the real thing it wouldn't be with me and it wouldn't be here. I'm sure you've got a nice hideout outside where you could have invited Ron or Harry, or Seamus to do this. I'm guess they'd go for it. Why didn't you ask them?"
Ron gave Harry a 'what the hell are they talking about' look.
"They wouldn't have agreed," Dean said remorsefully. "They're too much into wizarding stuff and school and Quidditch, and homework... and they wouldn't want to do it with *me*! I had to settle on you, so get ready cuz' I've been holding back for too long."
"Give me all you've got then, Thomas," Hermione said suavely. "I'm ready for it."
"Yeah, we'll I've got a lot to give, Granger," Dean said in his turn. "You won't be deceived."
"Yeah, we'll you're in for a surprise cuz' I'm quite good myself," she said calmly. "I've been practicing with a lot of guys from all the houses. Even Slytherin."
Ron and Harry's eyes widened in shock.
Hermione giggled.
"And I don't even think you could get it in the hole!" she said sweetly.
"Yeah, well it may be small but I'm better than you, that's for sure. It's gonna get in more than a few times, dear. I've been practicing."
"With WHO?" Hermione asked.
"Hum... well... I can't tell you that," Dean said uncomfortably. "But I assure you I'm better than you."
"Boys," Hermione sighed. "You always think you're the best at what you do. And you haven't done this in ages. You most probably suck."
"No, you do, Granger," Dear replied.
"We'll see," she said.
There was a long moment of silence only punctuated by moans, 'oohs' and 'oomphs' and other sounds that made Harry and Ron grin evilly. Hermione laughed.
"Yeah, you almost have it, Thomas," she sighed. "Just a little harder and you'll get it."
"Oh yeah, I'm getting it, Hermi'," Dean answered back, enthusiasm in his voice.
Hermione moaned in surprise.
"Oh, yeah."
"Whoa... oh no, please Dean, not again, not again," Hermione purred.
"You see it's not that hard getting it in the hole," Dean whispered. "You just need delicacy and tact."
There was another long moment of silence where all they could hear were two people breathing hard. Ron and Harry didn't dare to breathe.
"Shit, Hermi, don't move it like that! You'll break it!" Dean said somewhat angrily.
"Family legacy?" Hermione asked, laughing.
"Actually, yeah," Dean joked.
"Well don't tell me how to do this," Hermione continued.
"You're making things difficult," Dean said smartly.
"Dean... oh... oh my God," Hermione huffed, like if she was having difficulty breathing and speaking.
"Move your hand!" Dean yelled.
"I'm not letting you get it in again!" Hermione pleaded.
Both students screamed and stayed quite for a moment. Ron and Harry stayed ears on the floor, mouths opened, waiting for something else to happen. A few moments later, footsteps were heard coming towards the door.
Ron and Harry rushed to their feet and hid inside the first thing they spotted: a broom closet. They heard the two other people's voices in the hallway.
"Thanks Hermione!" Dean said quietly.
"No problem," she answered. "Wow... I need a shower... hey, we'll do this again soon okay?"
"Great!" Dean said,
Grinning like two madmen, Harry and Ron waited for their steps to fade away before jumping out of the closet and entering the room they had been in. Their jaws dropped in surprise seeing what was staying in the middle of the room.
"A... a... hum... how do you call this, Harry?" Ron asked
"... a babyfoot?" Harry said, unbelievingly.
"Why didn't I see it before," Ron said, rolling his eyes. "Thomas is obsessed by this muggle sport... football... 'soccer'."
Harry laughed.
"Okay, let's go back to the common room before miss Norris finds us," he said, walking out of the room.
"So... Dean won?"
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And this one was longer because I wrote it at home. The two first 'dialogues' were respectfully made during math and geography class ;p
When I think of it, it could have also been golf... but then I remembered that Dean had a thing for soccer...
(And a babyfoot is like a table with knobs on either side that you pull and turn to make the little players attached to the sticks (of the knobs) move, in order to kick a small soccer ball into the other player's goal... if you didn't know or weren't sure.)
^_^ hope you enjoy what my twisted mind creates.
Please review!