I don't own... Well, actually, I do own everything in this but the concept of veela and the slight mention of Harry Potter. Wow...

'thoughts'

I wrote this while bored in Study Hall! Whoot! I don't know how I keep writing these things so fast... I posted one yesterday or something like that!

I am in shock over the fact that last time I checked, the one-shot I posted not even 24 hours ago, The Kiss, has 119 hits. That is more hits than the current chapter of What We Don't Know! And this story thing as a whole!

Not quite as funny, but this is how Serenity used to attract rich boys to steal their wallets when they broke up... I think the humor for me is the irony of what she can make them believe.

"Hook, Line, and Sinker"

Serenity checked her hair one final time before heading out of the Ladies' room into the main mall in search of her latest prey. Her honey eyes drifted around until they landed on a boy that seemed to be a little older than her. His hair was combed back without a single hair out of place. The boy's polo shirt was tucked flawlessly into his wrinkle free khakis. He was your stereotypical rich boy, perfect.

Serenity stood up and smoothed her black jeans. She undid the bottom two and top two buttons on her lilac blouse so that it showed enough skin to lure her victim in but not enough to be indecent. Basically, she showed nothing that could even be considered tantalizing but an inch of her midriff. That's just Serenity for you.

Serenity started to wander around the food court as if she was looking for something to buy for a late lunch or snack. In reality, she was slowly but surely walking up to the oblivious boy casually as if she didn't even acknowledge his existence. He didn't notice her at all until he ran right into the petite blond, making her fall on her butt. "I'm s-sorry… I should h-have wa-watched where I was going," Serenity meekly stuttered out while making sure to hide her light Cockney accent and even masking it with a random one she once heard on television.

"No, no. No need to apologize, I should have noticed that I was in the presence of such a fine example of beauty," the boy stated with a flirty wink. He held his hand out to her for the veela to pick herself up. Serenity made herself blush—she would never take that skill of hers for granted these days—as she gently grasped the offered hand to pull herself off the probably filthy floor of the mall. Serenity bashfully smiled as her charm gradually seeped out of her body to have the effect of him just being extremely attracted to her. Here comes the tricky part of tricking him with charisma...

"Thank you," she amicably whispered and smoothed the wrinkles out of her shirt. His eyes were focused on her every move. Serenity started to slowly walk away from the nameless boy with her charm nearly at full blast.

She didn't get very far because he almost immediately gently grabbed her hand and pulled her back towards him. Serenity looked at him with innocent confusion. "Please, will you tell me your name?" he practically begged her.

Serenity pushed a tendril of white-gold hair behind her ear before melodiously replying, "I'm Serenity…"

He attempted to smile handsomely at her and said, "I'm Nate, Nate Miller. I was wondering if…" He suddenly stopped and looked down at his expensive shoes.

"If what?" Serenity kindly pushed with tenderness trickling from her voice. She tilted her head to the side and gazed solidly into his dull, brown eyes with care. 'I wonder if he's related to that Snape person Harry's always complaining about… This Miller person has a huge nose…' Serenity mentally pondered when the poor boy started to color a scarcely noticeable pink.

Nate Miller had always considered himself extremely cautious when it came to relationships until he ran into this stunning, petite teenager. There was just something about her that he found overpowering, like a lasso pulling him closer to her every passing second. Nate didn't even know her last name, and he was just about to ask her out on a date!

The more he looked at her, the more he noticed how it was almost uncanny how wide, stunning, gleaming, and clear her bright honey-brown eyes were when she looked him in the eye with an insatiable curiosity. Serenity's long platinum-blonde hair was either one hundred percent natural or one heck of a good dye job; it was so shiny and sleek that he just wanted to run his fingers through the silky-looking locks to see if her hair was as soft as it looked. Her lips were a soft pink, full, and kissable… Nate felt as if he was in the presence of an angel because surely this illustration of purity, sweetness, and overall flawlessness could only be something so divine.

Gathering up his courage, Nate asked, "Would you like to come with me to chat over some coffee?" There, he did it! Now, he just had to persuade her to accept his invitation.

Serenity bit her lip and looked down at her feet with a trace hint of a blush gracing her already subtlety rosy cheeks. Nate could just picture her happily curled up in his arms… "I don't know…" she delicately murmured in her melodic voice.

"…please?" Nate begged. Okay, he was getting a little pathetic over a girl he didn't even really know. There was just this… this… persona about the beatific girl that just radiated around her as if she was the sun raining down sunbeams onto him.

"Uh… um… …how old are you?" she squeaked out. Maybe Nate was a little too blunt when asking her out…? Serenity seemed to be faintly introverted.

"Seventeen," Nate hastily replied before she could sneak away. Ah, man, he didn't consider the fact that she had to be at least a year younger than him! Nate guessed that she was probably thirteen to maybe fifteen, sixteen if he was lucky.

"Uh, I don't know if my foster mother would like it if I started dating someone three years older than me… Sandra still somehow thinks that one of my best friends, Harry, and I are just denying are non-existent love for each other. It's kind of gross because he's the closest thing to an older brother that I have besides my other best friend who actually is my older foster brother… Both of my best friends are slightly older guys who have always been rather overprotective of me. It's so annoying!"

Oh crud, what was Nate getting himself into? Well, he had never heard of an angel in disguise coming from a perfect situation, so it actually made a little sense. Serenity was most definitely worth it. Even her name shed light on what she must really be. "It doesn't matter! Age is only a number!" Nate blurted out without really thinking.

"Really…?" Serenity asked in awe. Wow, she was so cute it was almost sinful. Almost is the keyword here.

"Yes! Please…?" Nate tried one more time. He wanted this girl to be his girlfriend, darn it! He was not letting a little thing like her being a fourteen-year-old get in the way!

Serenity pushed some hair back behind her ear again before almost inaudibly whispering, "I guess so then…" Nate was just about to jump for joy after he reassured himself that he had heard what he thought he heard. He grabbed her hand and gently led rather quickly and in an obvious rush out of so many people's sight before someone else tried to get a chance with this beautiful girl he had just so happened to come across. Today had to be his lucky day!

Serenity smirked to herself when the gullible person dragged her outside with him to a nearby but mostly empty coffee shop. It worked every time…

The only thoughts flying through her head about her date were, 'Hook. Line. And sucker!'

There, short but sweet. :-P