Disclaimer: We don't own Harry Potter. Ryan is hot and I'm obsessed. DREAH
I NEED HELP!
Dreah: we know Talia. Those nice men from the insane asylum will be coming any moment now.
Evil Ducky: Mwhahahahaha. I'm finally rid of her
Talia: NO! I THOUGHT YOU WERE ON MY SIDE! DON'T LET ME GO! DRREEEEAAAAHHHHH!!!!
Chapter 11: Practice
"Dreah do you like this outfit?" Dreah looked up to see Talia in a tight, red spaghetti strap top and a short black mini skirt that went up to maybe not even mid-thigh. "WHAT ARE YOU WEARING!?" Dreah exclaimed in horror. "Clothes for the practice with Ryan." Talia said matter-of-factly. "Are you going to fly a broom or club hopping?" Dreah asked sarcastically. "What's club hopping?" Talia asked. "I forgot, you don't drink" Dreah said in a lazy tone. "Have you even seen what you're wearing? Your mother would be ashamed!"
Talia looked down at herself, screeched and exclaimed "WHAT AM I WEARING!?" she ripped off the clothes to reveal fuzzy blue pussy cat shorts and a sports bra. Dreah sniggered "Nice knickers" she teased. "Oh my gosh, this is my Pajamas! Can I have a nap?" "NO!" Dreah replied, slightly annoyed. "Now, let's get you dressed. We need something sexy that leaves room for the imagination AND is good for flying. This means NO skirts!" Dreah advised, thoughtfully.
An hour later Talia walked out of the Slytherin common room in a tight purple long sleeved shirt with a light blue suede jacket and loose fighting painter's jeans. Her hair was loosely tied up in a half pony tail. She dashed to the quidditch pitch, only slowing down if she passed someone.
She arrived at the pitch in time to see the Slytherin team leaving. She tilted her head and said aloud to herself "Is that a black eye on Draco Malfoy?" but her attention was drawn away at the sight of a smiling Ryan entering the pitch. She kind of gracefully stumbled over to him and asked him if he wanted a hug. He (thank goodness, because otherwise she would've shot herself) accepted. They talked for a few minutes before setting off into the air to play one on one quidditch. They played for about two hours before finally coming in because of mosquitoes.
Oddly enough, even though they had only spoken about three words during the entire thing Talia felt strangely happy. Maybe it was just that hug, but she wasn't sure. She just couldn't stop grinning from ear to ear as they passed people side by side. She was proud to be seen with him. Then she noticed a warm, tingling feeling in her hand. She looked down, somehow throughout all the thinking their hands had found a way to each other.
As they reached the doors to the great hall Ryan stopped to ask her something. "Talia, I really like you. And I don't know if you like me that way but. Willugotahogsmeadewithmethisweekend?" he asked really quickly. "Pardon?" Talia asked, confused at what had come out of Ryan's mouth (besides gabbering in a different language). Ryan took a deep breathe and said slowly "Will you go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?" Talia wanted to squeal and jump up and down so badly, she did! And responded "Of course I will! Of course I will!" Then she skipped down to the Slytherin table to tell Dreah all about it. She had a feeling that Dreah wouldn't be too thrilled though. Because she seemed to be glaring an awful lot down the table.
Dreah: we know Talia. Those nice men from the insane asylum will be coming any moment now.
Evil Ducky: Mwhahahahaha. I'm finally rid of her
Talia: NO! I THOUGHT YOU WERE ON MY SIDE! DON'T LET ME GO! DRREEEEAAAAHHHHH!!!!
Chapter 11: Practice
"Dreah do you like this outfit?" Dreah looked up to see Talia in a tight, red spaghetti strap top and a short black mini skirt that went up to maybe not even mid-thigh. "WHAT ARE YOU WEARING!?" Dreah exclaimed in horror. "Clothes for the practice with Ryan." Talia said matter-of-factly. "Are you going to fly a broom or club hopping?" Dreah asked sarcastically. "What's club hopping?" Talia asked. "I forgot, you don't drink" Dreah said in a lazy tone. "Have you even seen what you're wearing? Your mother would be ashamed!"
Talia looked down at herself, screeched and exclaimed "WHAT AM I WEARING!?" she ripped off the clothes to reveal fuzzy blue pussy cat shorts and a sports bra. Dreah sniggered "Nice knickers" she teased. "Oh my gosh, this is my Pajamas! Can I have a nap?" "NO!" Dreah replied, slightly annoyed. "Now, let's get you dressed. We need something sexy that leaves room for the imagination AND is good for flying. This means NO skirts!" Dreah advised, thoughtfully.
An hour later Talia walked out of the Slytherin common room in a tight purple long sleeved shirt with a light blue suede jacket and loose fighting painter's jeans. Her hair was loosely tied up in a half pony tail. She dashed to the quidditch pitch, only slowing down if she passed someone.
She arrived at the pitch in time to see the Slytherin team leaving. She tilted her head and said aloud to herself "Is that a black eye on Draco Malfoy?" but her attention was drawn away at the sight of a smiling Ryan entering the pitch. She kind of gracefully stumbled over to him and asked him if he wanted a hug. He (thank goodness, because otherwise she would've shot herself) accepted. They talked for a few minutes before setting off into the air to play one on one quidditch. They played for about two hours before finally coming in because of mosquitoes.
Oddly enough, even though they had only spoken about three words during the entire thing Talia felt strangely happy. Maybe it was just that hug, but she wasn't sure. She just couldn't stop grinning from ear to ear as they passed people side by side. She was proud to be seen with him. Then she noticed a warm, tingling feeling in her hand. She looked down, somehow throughout all the thinking their hands had found a way to each other.
As they reached the doors to the great hall Ryan stopped to ask her something. "Talia, I really like you. And I don't know if you like me that way but. Willugotahogsmeadewithmethisweekend?" he asked really quickly. "Pardon?" Talia asked, confused at what had come out of Ryan's mouth (besides gabbering in a different language). Ryan took a deep breathe and said slowly "Will you go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?" Talia wanted to squeal and jump up and down so badly, she did! And responded "Of course I will! Of course I will!" Then she skipped down to the Slytherin table to tell Dreah all about it. She had a feeling that Dreah wouldn't be too thrilled though. Because she seemed to be glaring an awful lot down the table.