HAHAHAHAH! I WILL BET ANYTHING THAT YOU ALL THOUGHT THAT NOW SHE IS GOING TO SEX HIM UP AND STUFF.
NO SHE'S NOT
BEKI-gurrrl I love you we should meet up sometime! Maybe even invite sean…….
STORY TIME!
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After I
went down to from the tower, I decide to go and spend the after noon in my canopy bed. I really do love
these cutains. If you want you can close them and
make sure that the world around you is not peeking in. it really helped when I
was in my whole go-away-i-don't-want-to-talk-to-anyone
phase. Still helps actually.
I plop down on my bed and close the curtains. I really can't believe that Wood
is trying to befriend me. Maybe he is working with Malfoy. Oh he better not be.
I will kill him. Well I will kill them both. Malfoy is such an annoying prat. Hot though...
I am sitting in my bed thinking about what just happened on the roof. When Wood
touched my cheek I think I shivered. I think I liked it. The way his eyes were
staring at me, the way they looked when I told him my story, like he actually
cared. Then again there is that whole theory that he is with Malfoy….
I found myself not being able to wait to see him again. And I think it feels
good. I haven't felt like this in a long time. But I am not going to let him
know it. Hell for all I know he is with Malfoy and he is just playing me. Urg! Why can't I get Malfoy out of my head?
I am just going to be a mean little bitch to Oliver and see if that can get the
truth out of him. But then I fall asleep.
I wake up with a start and look at my watch. Upon seeing that it is 9:45 I decide that now is a good time as any to head up to mr. I-am-Working-With-The-Prat-Malfoy's room and see if he is there.
Well he is not. I like the boy's dormitories though. It's covered with maroon and gold, oh the colors, mostly maroon. There are three beds in this room, and looking around I can tell which one is Oliver's, but that is only because there is a sign on his trunk that says 'this is Oliver's stuff, if you touch, you die.'
So I walk over to his bed and sit on it. It's rather springy actually, a lot nicer than us girls have got. I shift around a little so that my weight is fully on the bed. Then I lay back and think to myself, "so this is what it is like to be Oliver Wood" I cock my head to the side and make a face because he has a poster of the leading Quiddich team above his bed.
I roll over and smell his pillow, I don't know why I do this it's just an old habit of mine. To tell you the truth, even though it sounds weird I do it all the time. Usually you would think that they smell gross, and some of them do, but Oliver's is nice. It smells like sweat and clean and I don't know it is just nice.
I sigh and look back up realizing that I am actually kind of bored. Deciding to take full advantage of the springiness of this bed I stand up and start jumping on it. Unfortunately for me and my chest, I have really big boobs. And after about a minute of jumping they were flopping around like there was no tomorrow. I decide to give them a rest and turn around to sit back down. As I face the door, I scream because Mr. Wood is casually leaning against the door frame with a contented smirk on his face.
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