Notes:ok...only 3 reviews...greeeeeeeeat...o well...*sigh*... by the way... any of you
all wondering what the hell my latest reviewer (dogluva9200 – who doesn't
even have a dog by the way!!!!!) meant by "...That's for flicking me in the
car..." weeeeeeeeeeell... her sis is 1 of my bf and when her parents were
driving me home 1 day we stopped so we could pick dogluva9200 – who will
remain nameless *coughchelseacough – and she – stupidly – decided to sit in
front of me... sooooooo since she didn't even say hello to me so I POKED NOT
FLICKED!! the back of her head... yea... not that there's ne1 reading this any
way...
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But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
One thing / I don't know why
It doesn't even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind / I designed this rhyme
To remind myself how
I tried so hard
In spite of the way you were mocking me
Acting like I was part of your property
Remembering all the times you fought with me
I'm surprised it got so (far)
Things aren't the way they were before
You wouldn't even recognize me anymore
Not that you knew me back then
But it all comes back to me
In the end
~Linkin Park~
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"Ouch! Oh... hey Ginny. What's wrong? You look out of breath."
Hermione was home. And to think, only five minutes since... well... Ginny had quickly gotten dressed and ran to catch Hermione at the top of the long staircase that lead up to the old hotel. Luckily and unluckily for Ginny, Hermione had already gotten home and while running around a sharp corner, ran straight into Hermione, the grocery bags she was holding gone flying.
"Oh Hermione, you see," Ginny started, choosing her words carefully, "while Tabitha and I were getting ready to take a nice long hot bath, we... er... well... we encountered someone else already in the springs... of the opposite... er... gender."
Hermione looked up, her hand hovering above an orange. "Well... where's Tabitha?"
"She's after the perv right now."
Hermione quirked a brow. "And... who was it?"
"Um... do you remember that person who was supposed to be coming today?"
"Yes."
"Weeell... think Hermione." Ginny waited.
"Ginny what are you talking abou –"It suddenly clicked in for Hermione. She abandoned the spilt food and went running down the hall to catch – "TABITHA!"
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Draco had never run so much in his life. After entering his third lap running around the house, failing to catch his clothes both times, he'd finally let one thing sink in: damn this bitch can run fast.
The chase was finally ended when Granger came running out of the house in perfect timing to surprise tackle whatever – her – name – was to the ground, flashing some goods at Draco.
His legs numb, he collapsed to the ground onto his back allowing the sweet summer sun bathe his quickly rising and falling stomach, his eyes closed, listening to the explanation Granger was giving that crazy bitch.
It was a short while until he saw the orange glow that was the sun filtering through his eyelids disappear. He opened them to find the both of then standing over him, Granger bent at the waist, hands on her knees and the other standing, arms crossed, still, much to his enjoyment, towel clad just like him.
"Well, well, well. Looky here what the cat dragged in."
Draco turned his attention to who was speaking. Hermione. Granger. He smirked. My how she had changed. Sure, she still looked exactly the same as she did in her seventh year, why she changed the way she looked he didn't really care nor did it matter considering it was an obvious change for the better. All he knew was something happened over the summer prior to seventh year, about a week after she got back from sixth, and as his father had told him, the mudbloods parents are dead. That was all he heard.
He gave her a full body sweep, the one that made every female specimen sink to her knees. Not this one however. He pictured her against the last time he'd seen her before the change and immediately pointed out the biggest change: gone was the puffy hair, now cut an inch above the shoulder. His eyes raked lower. She was a late bloomer; her chest proved it to anyone who saw her in her early and mid teens, as did her perfectly curved hips that followed her flat stomach. Her legs were long, the source to her 5'11'' height.
He propped himself up on his elbows and crossed his legs and put on his famous smirk. "Well, Merlin Granger, if this is your welcoming committee" – his eyes flicked over the girl behind her, whose attention was now on him –"then I might as well take it as a heed to leave."
Granger didn't miss a beat; "Well if you wanna leave, then, after seeing that" – her eyes flick to his southern regions – "then I'd have to laugh you down those steps." She nodded her head to the steps that led down the hill and into town.
His eyes flicked south to find his other brain had come out to say "hi". He scrambled to his feet, Granger chuckling and the girl behind her laughing it all up. He scowled at her. "What's your problem? Never seen one before?"
She looked visibly unphased, minus the eyes that flashed quickly. Emerald green. Beautiful, he thought. She kept smiling, however, and raised an eyebrow. "Trust me hun, I've seen more than you know." She turned to Hermione, whose laughter had died. She crossed her arms to the back of her head. "Tell Gin I'm sorry to have to cancel our little outing, 'kay Hermie?"
Hermione sighed. "How many times have I told you to not call me that?"
The other one obviously didn't care, as she turned and walked away, waving three fingers at Hermione, who sighed.
Draco watched her walk away until she turned the corner. "What the hell is her problem? And her name in that case."
"Name's Tabitha. I think I'll let her decide whether or not she'll tell you her last name. Anyway... Harry and Ron should be back anytime now." And so, with that last note, she walked away, back inside.
Draco rounded the house, using the same path "Tabitha" did on her way in. Speaking of her, she was now fully clothed in a tank top and jean shorts, outside of the not repaired glass sliding door facing the springs. She turned when she heard someone approaching and scowled when she saw who it was.
"What?" her question came out as a snap. "Come looking for some more fun?"
Draco matched her scowl. "Actually I was looking for my clothes." He gestured to the glass table that his clothes still occupied. He picked them up and put on his boxers and pants and was about to turn to leave when she called out to him.
"You know, what's your problem?"
He turned on his heel, quick as lightening to find him face to face with her. "My only problem right now is you, Tabitha. Which by the way, what exactly is your last name?"
Tabitha grinned. "Nope. Not tellin'."
This made Draco curious. "And why not?"
"People act differently when they learn my name. My real name. I'm adopted see. My adoptive name is Yoko. Japanese. My adoptive parents were and they owned this very hotel. Passed through generations. But my real name... well I don't think you're ready."
"Tell me."
She looked him straight in the eye. He saw her emerald ones soften. "You have very unique eyes. A pretty shade of gray." She stared into his eyes until she seemed to wake up. She wasn't one to embarrass very easily considering she didn't blush, but she backed away and cleared her throat and her grin returned. "Very well then. You wish to know my name?" He nodded. "Then you'll have to guess it. It rhymes with Porter."
Draco stared at her confused. Porter... Morter... Chorter... aw hell... there were zillions of last names out there that rhymed with Porter.
Ginny appeared in the glass doorway. "Harry and Ron are back."
Tabitha followed Ginny and Draco followed, throwing his shirt on. Ginny led them through a long narrow hallway painted an ugly pink color. Tabitha had chased him through this hall before. He even saw a hole in the wall he'd smashed into when Tabitha had tried to trip him up.
Before they could continue, Tabitha called over her shoulder, "Look behind you and read the door."
Draco looked and swore under his breath. There, painted clearly on the glass door they walked out of, were the words WOMENS BATH.
Tabitha chuckled lightly.
They continued down the hall to where the hall ended and it opened up to a foyer. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were all standing there talking. When the three walked in, Tabitha greeted the two, as did Ginny. When it came time for Draco to say hello, he nodded at each of them. "Hullo Weasly, Potter."
That's when it hit him. "Porter... Potter... Porter-Potter-Porter- Potter...!" He continued to splutter incoherent babble.
Harry turned to Tabitha. "What the hell did you do to him?"
"...but I thought... parents are dead..."
Tabitha held her hands up defensively. "I didn't do anything!"
"...there can't be... how can there be..."
"Well you obviously did something!"
"... and she's only seventeen... that's two whole years... I... TWO!"
"Well I kinda... sorta... may have... hinted toward my last name."
Before Harry could continue, Draco shouted his last words, "HOW THE FUCK...!" before collapsing in a dead faint.
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But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
One thing / I don't know why
It doesn't even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind / I designed this rhyme
To remind myself how
I tried so hard
In spite of the way you were mocking me
Acting like I was part of your property
Remembering all the times you fought with me
I'm surprised it got so (far)
Things aren't the way they were before
You wouldn't even recognize me anymore
Not that you knew me back then
But it all comes back to me
In the end
~Linkin Park~
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"Ouch! Oh... hey Ginny. What's wrong? You look out of breath."
Hermione was home. And to think, only five minutes since... well... Ginny had quickly gotten dressed and ran to catch Hermione at the top of the long staircase that lead up to the old hotel. Luckily and unluckily for Ginny, Hermione had already gotten home and while running around a sharp corner, ran straight into Hermione, the grocery bags she was holding gone flying.
"Oh Hermione, you see," Ginny started, choosing her words carefully, "while Tabitha and I were getting ready to take a nice long hot bath, we... er... well... we encountered someone else already in the springs... of the opposite... er... gender."
Hermione looked up, her hand hovering above an orange. "Well... where's Tabitha?"
"She's after the perv right now."
Hermione quirked a brow. "And... who was it?"
"Um... do you remember that person who was supposed to be coming today?"
"Yes."
"Weeell... think Hermione." Ginny waited.
"Ginny what are you talking abou –"It suddenly clicked in for Hermione. She abandoned the spilt food and went running down the hall to catch – "TABITHA!"
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Draco had never run so much in his life. After entering his third lap running around the house, failing to catch his clothes both times, he'd finally let one thing sink in: damn this bitch can run fast.
The chase was finally ended when Granger came running out of the house in perfect timing to surprise tackle whatever – her – name – was to the ground, flashing some goods at Draco.
His legs numb, he collapsed to the ground onto his back allowing the sweet summer sun bathe his quickly rising and falling stomach, his eyes closed, listening to the explanation Granger was giving that crazy bitch.
It was a short while until he saw the orange glow that was the sun filtering through his eyelids disappear. He opened them to find the both of then standing over him, Granger bent at the waist, hands on her knees and the other standing, arms crossed, still, much to his enjoyment, towel clad just like him.
"Well, well, well. Looky here what the cat dragged in."
Draco turned his attention to who was speaking. Hermione. Granger. He smirked. My how she had changed. Sure, she still looked exactly the same as she did in her seventh year, why she changed the way she looked he didn't really care nor did it matter considering it was an obvious change for the better. All he knew was something happened over the summer prior to seventh year, about a week after she got back from sixth, and as his father had told him, the mudbloods parents are dead. That was all he heard.
He gave her a full body sweep, the one that made every female specimen sink to her knees. Not this one however. He pictured her against the last time he'd seen her before the change and immediately pointed out the biggest change: gone was the puffy hair, now cut an inch above the shoulder. His eyes raked lower. She was a late bloomer; her chest proved it to anyone who saw her in her early and mid teens, as did her perfectly curved hips that followed her flat stomach. Her legs were long, the source to her 5'11'' height.
He propped himself up on his elbows and crossed his legs and put on his famous smirk. "Well, Merlin Granger, if this is your welcoming committee" – his eyes flicked over the girl behind her, whose attention was now on him –"then I might as well take it as a heed to leave."
Granger didn't miss a beat; "Well if you wanna leave, then, after seeing that" – her eyes flick to his southern regions – "then I'd have to laugh you down those steps." She nodded her head to the steps that led down the hill and into town.
His eyes flicked south to find his other brain had come out to say "hi". He scrambled to his feet, Granger chuckling and the girl behind her laughing it all up. He scowled at her. "What's your problem? Never seen one before?"
She looked visibly unphased, minus the eyes that flashed quickly. Emerald green. Beautiful, he thought. She kept smiling, however, and raised an eyebrow. "Trust me hun, I've seen more than you know." She turned to Hermione, whose laughter had died. She crossed her arms to the back of her head. "Tell Gin I'm sorry to have to cancel our little outing, 'kay Hermie?"
Hermione sighed. "How many times have I told you to not call me that?"
The other one obviously didn't care, as she turned and walked away, waving three fingers at Hermione, who sighed.
Draco watched her walk away until she turned the corner. "What the hell is her problem? And her name in that case."
"Name's Tabitha. I think I'll let her decide whether or not she'll tell you her last name. Anyway... Harry and Ron should be back anytime now." And so, with that last note, she walked away, back inside.
Draco rounded the house, using the same path "Tabitha" did on her way in. Speaking of her, she was now fully clothed in a tank top and jean shorts, outside of the not repaired glass sliding door facing the springs. She turned when she heard someone approaching and scowled when she saw who it was.
"What?" her question came out as a snap. "Come looking for some more fun?"
Draco matched her scowl. "Actually I was looking for my clothes." He gestured to the glass table that his clothes still occupied. He picked them up and put on his boxers and pants and was about to turn to leave when she called out to him.
"You know, what's your problem?"
He turned on his heel, quick as lightening to find him face to face with her. "My only problem right now is you, Tabitha. Which by the way, what exactly is your last name?"
Tabitha grinned. "Nope. Not tellin'."
This made Draco curious. "And why not?"
"People act differently when they learn my name. My real name. I'm adopted see. My adoptive name is Yoko. Japanese. My adoptive parents were and they owned this very hotel. Passed through generations. But my real name... well I don't think you're ready."
"Tell me."
She looked him straight in the eye. He saw her emerald ones soften. "You have very unique eyes. A pretty shade of gray." She stared into his eyes until she seemed to wake up. She wasn't one to embarrass very easily considering she didn't blush, but she backed away and cleared her throat and her grin returned. "Very well then. You wish to know my name?" He nodded. "Then you'll have to guess it. It rhymes with Porter."
Draco stared at her confused. Porter... Morter... Chorter... aw hell... there were zillions of last names out there that rhymed with Porter.
Ginny appeared in the glass doorway. "Harry and Ron are back."
Tabitha followed Ginny and Draco followed, throwing his shirt on. Ginny led them through a long narrow hallway painted an ugly pink color. Tabitha had chased him through this hall before. He even saw a hole in the wall he'd smashed into when Tabitha had tried to trip him up.
Before they could continue, Tabitha called over her shoulder, "Look behind you and read the door."
Draco looked and swore under his breath. There, painted clearly on the glass door they walked out of, were the words WOMENS BATH.
Tabitha chuckled lightly.
They continued down the hall to where the hall ended and it opened up to a foyer. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were all standing there talking. When the three walked in, Tabitha greeted the two, as did Ginny. When it came time for Draco to say hello, he nodded at each of them. "Hullo Weasly, Potter."
That's when it hit him. "Porter... Potter... Porter-Potter-Porter- Potter...!" He continued to splutter incoherent babble.
Harry turned to Tabitha. "What the hell did you do to him?"
"...but I thought... parents are dead..."
Tabitha held her hands up defensively. "I didn't do anything!"
"...there can't be... how can there be..."
"Well you obviously did something!"
"... and she's only seventeen... that's two whole years... I... TWO!"
"Well I kinda... sorta... may have... hinted toward my last name."
Before Harry could continue, Draco shouted his last words, "HOW THE FUCK...!" before collapsing in a dead faint.