Dear Diary,
It's been a couple months since the last time we talked, but life has been pretty weird lately.
First off, I hooked up with Harry. I know, I know. Harry, as in THE Harry? Yes, Merlin, I hooked up with Harry bloody Potter. It was awkward and strange and felt just a bit like incest. For Godric's sake, I'd grown up with the guy! Not to mention the fact that Ron sort of worshipped the ground he walked upon.
It had been a typical Sunday night. We always had a standing appointment the last Sunday of the month to get together and catch up. Even though we both worked at the Ministry, being in the Auror Department didn't leave him much free time and I rarely saw him outside of our Sunday dates. But on this particular occasion, we both had a couple too many butterbeers before retiring to his flat to watch a flick on the telly. To make matters worse, we had both recently experienced an emotionally-trying breakup. I never would have expected him to hit on me, let alone be as bold as to take hold of my chin and firmly plant his lips on mine. Nor would I have thought his hand would find itself in my pants and that I would not stop it. Or that my hand would reciprocate and bring him to a rather premature release. After cleaning up, he walked me to the floo and we've never spoken of it since. Let's just say I was relieved, albeit a bit confused, when he asked Ginny on an actual date several days later. Unlike some males, Harry deserved to be happy and I wish him all the luck with his blossoming relationship with a Weasley. Hopefully his would fair better than mine had.
After that nonsense, I had an interesting encounter with a man from an old work group. A couple months ago, just before I broke things off with Ron, I had been recruited to a committee that was advocating for Vampire rights in the UK. Having heard of my legal knowledge and desire for the equality of all magical creatures, they concluded that I was the best candidate to task with writing a bill. The goal? Persuade the Ministry to legalize Vampire feeding on willing participants as long as the donors were given proper compensation for their troubles. I didn't work with them long. Unfortunately the Ministry was strongly against such a "preposterous" idea. Allowing Vampires to hunt on the public population would only set a precedent for other magical creatures, like Werewolves, or some rubbish.
One night at the local pub, Ginny, Luna, and I had been having a girls night. By the time we made it to the dance floor, we were all sloshed. I could tell because my skirt kept riding up and I felt absolutely no desire to pull it back down. I was also dancing. Only, I wasn't dancing alone. One of the men from the Vampire advocacy group had his hands on my hips and groin pressing into my backside. His neck was bent and his head leaned against mine, his hot breath feathering over my exposed shoulder. I shivered as his tongue darted out to trace my ear. When the song ended, he asked if I wanted a drink and I nodded numbly. My lips wouldn't move.
He pulled me to his table against the wall; secluded. The moment we sat down, his lips attacked mine. I wasn't particularly attracted to him and knew absolutely nothing about him, other than his passion for Vampire equality, and yet I found myself eager and hot when his tongue played with mine. There was something about him, something mesmerizing. Suddenly, I pulled away for air, but that did not stop him. His kisses trailed across my jaw and down my neck. He stopped to suck, bite, and nibble at a particularly sensitive spot on my neck. I moaned wantonly. His hand was on my breast, kneading roughly, desperate to feel me. He bit down on my collarbone and Godric it hurt. But combined with the sensation of his hands running all over my body, it turned me on. His hand was sliding up my thigh and under my skirt when an "Oy mate!" interrupted us.
"Sorry," his friend said nervously, "he's pretty smashed and we've gotta take him home." Addressing the guy, who I noticed was now literally on top of me, he added, "Let's get out of here."
My, er, friend took one look at me, nodded, got up, and left. It wasn't until I dressed the next morning that I noticed two angry, red holes glaring at me from my neck. That tosser was a bloody Vampire! And he seduced me into submission! Luckily for him, I had enjoyed the experience and will not look for retribution.