Do I know you?
"Um, hello? Do you need anything sweetheart?" Tiffany looked up into his
gaze, nearly loosing her balance. His eyes were amazing, she seemed to get
lost in them, and she went to say words but just ended up licking her lips
incapable of anything else.
Draco moved closer to her, not speaking a word to her. As if they could speak telepathically; he went to put his hand in her hair, she put hers on his, he went to put his other on her face, and she put hers down first. Growing tired of the little game, he leaned in and kissed her deeply.
Tiffany took well to Draco kissing her, he wasn't one to beat right around the bush, he got down to his point and just simply slid his tongue into her mouth.
Hermione gasped to find Draco and Tiffany now on the couch, as Tiffany calls in, mackin on each other. She didn't expect to see Tiffany with any one, she hadn't seen her kissing some one like that since, year 2 or was it 3, and she had epically not thought it was going to be with Draco, "Ahm."
Tiffany sat up quickly, it was Hermione, standing right there in the doorway watching her and Draco, "Hermione, oh my gosh. Well come now we better get going, I have to feed Fefe and Princess before I end up collapsing!"
"Sorry to have interrupted, I just was wondering what you were up to, and you are the only person who knows how to pick out the perfect outfit and I just wanted your help for tomorrow.
"Why, thank you Hermione that was very kind of you." Tiffany having all ready been up by now quickly moved her self to Hermione, took her hand, then ran out.
After they had taken for ever to get to their room Tiffany sat down on her be and looked up at Hermione, "So, I am guessing everyone thinks I am a...slut..."
"Of course not everyone Tiff...just go to sleep on it, you will feel better." Hermione tried to comfort her friend.
"Look, Hermione. I don't think I will sleep right now. Maybe just read or something, but you know why I am so upset?"
"You were mackin with our rival house like leader?"
"No, but thank you for adding that weight onto my shoulders..."
"Sorry, well what then?
"The fact I don't even know myself any more, I guess your sense of life goes with your virginity, I guess that is why you have a good life."
"Real sweet, you are very lucky I was the one who found you two, you know Ron was so upset when he found out about you and Harry last year."
"WHY DOES ANY CARE ABOUT HARRY AND ME HAVING SEX LAST YEAR?!"
"It was just a surprise; to us all. You didn't even tell me! Me; I thought we were like best friends."
"It was when you, Ron, and Harry were fighting, but I was fighting with you about some outfit, so I just never told you because it never came up again."
"OH..."
"You know what else has gotten me like dumbfounded? The fact I was just making out with Draco..."
'Yeah, that is another puzzle piece added to the puzzle of your life Tiff."
"I think I will just go to sleep, now that I think about it that may be best for me."
"G' night Tiff." Hermione turned on the sink and washed her hands off before sliding into her bed and fell a sleep.
Tiffany woke up, she had the weirdest feeling cross her body, she just suddenly stood up, but her brain had never sent signals to her legs to move, not even a slight bit. She began to walk towards her dresser, but again she had no memory of her brain telling her body parts to move. Now on her own she began to pick out a pink skirt and white blouse, but then what ever had taken its power on her, took it again and made her pick up a black and white plain skirt she bought with some muggle friend when she was younger. What ever it was kept controlling her movements, making her pick out odd outfits, she would never wear. When she went to apply her make-up, in the mirror she saw herself apply her daily amount but when she changed quickly and looked back, she was different. Her pink eye shadow was now black with grey around, she had way to much eye liner on, lots of mascara and her hair had black streaks in it, she looked down to see a 1-2-3 kit to streaking your hair sitting on her bathroom counter, she then looked down at her clothing, before when she thought what ever was controlling had left she had changed into the pink but now she was wearing the plaid rippled skirt, with a white blouse, a tight grey vest with a weird symbol on the side, high white knee high stockings, and three inch heeled shoes. Tiffany was overcome with fear, her hair had been half up in braids in a bun with some braids purposely coming out and the read of her hair was down. Walking out of the room was another action she couldn't control; she went to her first class of the day Potion; since she had slept in to late to have any breakfast.
Draco moved closer to her, not speaking a word to her. As if they could speak telepathically; he went to put his hand in her hair, she put hers on his, he went to put his other on her face, and she put hers down first. Growing tired of the little game, he leaned in and kissed her deeply.
Tiffany took well to Draco kissing her, he wasn't one to beat right around the bush, he got down to his point and just simply slid his tongue into her mouth.
Hermione gasped to find Draco and Tiffany now on the couch, as Tiffany calls in, mackin on each other. She didn't expect to see Tiffany with any one, she hadn't seen her kissing some one like that since, year 2 or was it 3, and she had epically not thought it was going to be with Draco, "Ahm."
Tiffany sat up quickly, it was Hermione, standing right there in the doorway watching her and Draco, "Hermione, oh my gosh. Well come now we better get going, I have to feed Fefe and Princess before I end up collapsing!"
"Sorry to have interrupted, I just was wondering what you were up to, and you are the only person who knows how to pick out the perfect outfit and I just wanted your help for tomorrow.
"Why, thank you Hermione that was very kind of you." Tiffany having all ready been up by now quickly moved her self to Hermione, took her hand, then ran out.
After they had taken for ever to get to their room Tiffany sat down on her be and looked up at Hermione, "So, I am guessing everyone thinks I am a...slut..."
"Of course not everyone Tiff...just go to sleep on it, you will feel better." Hermione tried to comfort her friend.
"Look, Hermione. I don't think I will sleep right now. Maybe just read or something, but you know why I am so upset?"
"You were mackin with our rival house like leader?"
"No, but thank you for adding that weight onto my shoulders..."
"Sorry, well what then?
"The fact I don't even know myself any more, I guess your sense of life goes with your virginity, I guess that is why you have a good life."
"Real sweet, you are very lucky I was the one who found you two, you know Ron was so upset when he found out about you and Harry last year."
"WHY DOES ANY CARE ABOUT HARRY AND ME HAVING SEX LAST YEAR?!"
"It was just a surprise; to us all. You didn't even tell me! Me; I thought we were like best friends."
"It was when you, Ron, and Harry were fighting, but I was fighting with you about some outfit, so I just never told you because it never came up again."
"OH..."
"You know what else has gotten me like dumbfounded? The fact I was just making out with Draco..."
'Yeah, that is another puzzle piece added to the puzzle of your life Tiff."
"I think I will just go to sleep, now that I think about it that may be best for me."
"G' night Tiff." Hermione turned on the sink and washed her hands off before sliding into her bed and fell a sleep.
Tiffany woke up, she had the weirdest feeling cross her body, she just suddenly stood up, but her brain had never sent signals to her legs to move, not even a slight bit. She began to walk towards her dresser, but again she had no memory of her brain telling her body parts to move. Now on her own she began to pick out a pink skirt and white blouse, but then what ever had taken its power on her, took it again and made her pick up a black and white plain skirt she bought with some muggle friend when she was younger. What ever it was kept controlling her movements, making her pick out odd outfits, she would never wear. When she went to apply her make-up, in the mirror she saw herself apply her daily amount but when she changed quickly and looked back, she was different. Her pink eye shadow was now black with grey around, she had way to much eye liner on, lots of mascara and her hair had black streaks in it, she looked down to see a 1-2-3 kit to streaking your hair sitting on her bathroom counter, she then looked down at her clothing, before when she thought what ever was controlling had left she had changed into the pink but now she was wearing the plaid rippled skirt, with a white blouse, a tight grey vest with a weird symbol on the side, high white knee high stockings, and three inch heeled shoes. Tiffany was overcome with fear, her hair had been half up in braids in a bun with some braids purposely coming out and the read of her hair was down. Walking out of the room was another action she couldn't control; she went to her first class of the day Potion; since she had slept in to late to have any breakfast.