Last time on "Dead Blonde Skank":
This was beyond desire…this was lust. Lust for coffee. I threw on my cloak and closed it so no one would see I was in my knickers. I quickly entered the café, ordered a tall black and left like a bolt of lightning. What luck. It started raining. Hard. As I hurried to the car, I felt my cloak started swinging behind me. I looked back, hoping it wasn't damp with the newfound rain. It wasn't just damp, IT WAS SOAKED. MY NEW CLOAK! SHIT! I tighten my grip to the only possession left, a mug of black coffee. As I looked forward, something odd happens…
My new steaming BLACK COFFEE has been poured in my shirt. And somebody is on top of me…
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My head was spinning. Everything around me seemed to go so slow. The street dim lights looked like Broadway signs to me; my eyes blurred by the rain.
"You just destroyed my coffee, body on top of me," I managed to whisper to the creature cutting off my air supply.
It just smiled.
The body stood up and helped me on my feet.
I looked down at my shirt. Thank Merlin it was black or else I could've been the happy winner of the nearest wet t-shirt contest. Nice.
"Fancy a new mug?" It said. So, the "body" was a boy. No wonder it was so heavy. I didn't bother to hesitate. I nodded my head like those little bobbing-head dashboard dogs.
As we entered the café, he motioned his hand to a nearby table, and pulled out a chair for me. 'Two black coffees, tall please.' Oh great, the boy had manners. And I thought all hope in men was lost!
All I could see of him was his back. He was wearing a gray muggle jacket with a hood, some loose fit jeans and…WHAT A TIGHT ASS! OH STOP IT! You don't even know this guy! Well…what's wrong with looking? After all, is not like is forbidden to look!
My thoughts were interrupted for the three thousandth time in one day. This time, pleasantly enough by the smell of freshly brewed coffee.
"Here."
"Thanks," I replied in a small voice. I know it was not polite of me to not even properly introduce myself, but the craving was far beyond my control.
I think I gulped down half the cup in mere seconds. How ladylike.
"Tough day?"
"The worst. First, my best friend goes psycho on me, then my boss is being a pain in the arse, my other guy friend is hitting on me--- Oh pardon me, you really don't want to hear this from a complete stranger," I said sincerely adding a girly giggle.
He bowed his head, letting the hot steam emanating from the coffee cover his face. "I don't mind."
I looked at my hair. It was weighed down by the rain. I didn't mind though. At least it wasn't a frizz ball.
"Its just… ahhh!" I let out a small scream in exasperation.
He grinned.
All of a sudden the café lights went out, giving it a homey look to it. We were lit only by levitating candles. Under other circumstances, it would've been pretty romantic. I made out the smile in his face. His face was in partial shadow. The dim lights danced around his slightly tanned skin. He had his jacket's hood on so I couldn't make much of his hair. Still, a thin brown bang escaped from the hood.
All I wanted was to point a lamp at his face so I could see it clearly. He had a decently mysterious appearance, plus he responded in one-liners.
I thought about my day again.
"This guy even dead is a pain in the arse!"
Thank Merlin he doesn't know of whom I'm talking about. His smile grew wider. He looked so cute.
I drank some more of my coffee. I was now more relaxed. I let it all out with a stranger. This is a very highly unlike-me thing to do. But bloody hell, it felt good.
Lights went suddenly went back on. We instinctively looked to the ceiling as I drank some more coffee. Thank you Merlin! This was my chance to meet my coffee-spiller.
"Sorry for the inconvenience, our muggle source of light is now officially repaired" A voice was heard from the levitated speakers.
His grin faded. Now he was looking more seriously at me.
"I…" He started to talk.
I couldn't believe what I saw. My eyes were betraying me. That mysterious boy I stumbled across…he looks like…wow. Maybe he's a distant sibling.
Oh bloody hell. His eyes.
I spitted out the coffee I had in my mouth.
"Excu---se me, I just… be right back!" I slowly made my way to the exit of the café.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I screamed again.
I tried to regain my composure. I tucked my dripping hair behind my ear. I entered the café and sat down. Now I was acting in zombie mode.
I looked at him for a while. I extended my hand to take off his hood.
Brown hair.
Ha! Strike one; he isn't who I think it is!
"What?!" He looked at me with a puzzled looked, incredulous of what I was doing.
I examined his face. Too damn tanned - strike two.
I got to his eyes. There was something about them… that scared me. It wasn't fear; I just… knew them from somewhere before.
"Silver eyes," I whispered in amazement.
Realization struck me. Reality spanked me in the arse. I opened my eyes to this new vision.
"Fucking Malfoy," I said in a faint whisper, barely inches from his face.
Open wide smirk from him. "Fancy seeing you again Granger."
A/N: So there you have it! But…expect more mysteries to crack. Remember to pay attention to every detail… And also remember, very important to fucking review…it's not that hard!!! So, on to other matters, our priority is to review for other writers and well, we've been slacking off lately. But don't worry; our reviews will get soon to your e-mails!
Mates, we bow for you…and for your clever reviews:
GameOfLove: (hearing from you again has been heaven to us darling!)
FRED:You know, we really don't know why Neville became a priest.
GEORGE: But I must day we've outdone ourselves on that one.
bz:
FRED:Our story is meant to be confusing mate.
GEORGE: The only thin required is to pay attention to the little things and laugh about stupid sarcasm!
DracoGirl:
FRED: We're more than pleased that you liked it and that you are laughing your arse off!
GEORGE: Just one thing…change your penname…I don't know, maybe George'sGirl would suit you better.
FRED: I beg to differ; maybe IlOVEFred is more like it…Malfoy sucks! Still, we write stories about him. *_*
****Katvirgo: Our wonderful beta! This is your masterpiece, not ours. We love you and appreciate what you are doing for us so much!!!
Neveada:
FRED: Our detective is back!
GEORGE: Hermione's on her knickers!! I mean, she's a feminist-liberated woman now so it figured!
FRED: Plus, we wanted Malfoy to check her out so.
GEORGE: And there is something about a certain girl…
FRED: About the review thing, I do believe that getting reviews is a good thing, but what we're really interested is in the people that has previously read the story, and comes back and makes new comments about it. That is super.
Kikoris:
FRED: We're glad Neveada really likes the story that much!!! And the suspects might pull a fast one…who knows?
GEORGE: And don't worry, crying over spilled coffee is a natural thing to do.
Kriss:
FRED: Here's to our favourite reviewer.
GEORGE: First, she says the story is cool. Then, she gives us a threat and then sarcastically suggests we stop being lazy asses (our nature) and write more.
FRED: So for that, and much more, you kriss, deserve a daring snog from us. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXxxxxxXXXXXXXXXX!!!!!!!!
ShAg On!