The Not So Good Girl
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
17
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2,025
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Sneaky Snake
Virginie held Chris’s hand tightly as they walked to Hogsmeade for the first annual weekend. The two had quickly become a couple, spending many days together.
The two were almost inseparable, and though Virginie never liked serious, fawning relationships, she was drawn to Chris’s impeccable looks and wittiness. At just over six feet tall, his hulky build overshadowed Virginie’s thin, curvy limbs. The only thing similar was their height; at 5ft8, Virginie stood near to Chris in height. Other than that, however, they were complete opposites: Virginie with her stick-straight, highlighted blonde hair and blue eyes, and Chris with his lovely dark hair and deep chocolate eyes.
Today the two had planned to wander through the Hogsmeade shops and meet Hermione and Ron for a drink at the Three Broomsticks.
“How was your exam?” he enquired.
“All right,” she answered airily. “I rather like Potions…it seems to come naturally to me. My mother once told me that at the age of three, I was attempting to brew Felix Felicis.”
Chris laughed. “Well, at least one of us is smart.” He poked her stomach. “…You’ve got the good genes.”
She stuck her tongue out at him, and he reached over and bit it playfully. The two walked into Hogsmeade, the crisp fall air swirling their school robes in the light breeze. Virginie looked at Chris, smiling so warmly her cheeks burned from it. She’d never thought she’d have a boyfriend so quickly after coming to Hogwarts; in short, she’d known the boys would fancy her very much, but she had never expected she’d fancy any of them. The two walked into Zonko’s, a mischievous smirk on Chris’s face.
Two hours and many kisses later, they arrived at the Three Broomsticks, chilled by the cold. Hermione and Ron had already claimed a table in the corner and were currently sitting with their noses touching, kissing each other gently. Ron had his right hand buried in Hermione’s hair and his left entwined with hers. Virginie and Chris looked at one another, embarrassed at intruding.
“Why hello,” Virginie said, plopping herself down on a chair rudely, opening the contents of her purse and pulling a small hairbrush from inside. Chris returned shortly with her drink, and she sipped it gingerly, watching Ron blush and Hermione smooth her hair.
Chris was slowly rubbing her thigh, making her hum softly under her breath to keep from moaning. She tapped her foot softly on the floor, hoping to take away from the pleasure waves surging throughout her entire body. Soon the rubbing turned to massaging, and he moved further up her thigh, making her twitch. She shot him a look full of desire, wanting nothing more than to pin him to the small table, rip his robes off, and devour his entire body for hours.
“Ahem,” Hermione said, clearing her throat. “So are you to going to the dance?”
“I hadn’t thought of it,” Virginie said, looking at Chris, who was still massaging her thigh with much enthusiasm.
“Hmm?” he enquired, obviously paying more attention to her thigh than Hermione’s question.
“The dance?” she asked. “Did you want to go?”
“Oh, sure,” he said, smiling. “Love to. …When is it?”
“Next week,” Hermione said cheerfully, looking to Ron excitedly. “Professor McGonagall posted something in the Common Room; Ron and I noticed this morning. Dress robes and all that, it should be fun.”
“Sure, I will go,” Virginie said, rubbing Chris’s arm. “And I will drag this big handsome fellow along with me, will I not?”
Chris blushed and kissed her quickly on the cheek. “Of course I’ll go.”
“Well I’m going to wear this new set of robes I bought,” Hermione began. “They’re red, and they…” she trailed off, looking at a spot over Virginie’s shoulder. Both Chris and Virginie turned to look.
“What is it?” Virginie asked. “I do not see anything.”
“Draco…” Hermione whispered.
“Draco!” Ron yelled, and Hermione belted him hard.
“Shut up, Ron!” she hissed, leaning toward Virginie. “Draco was right behind you, it was as if he was listening…”
“Well he probably was!” Ron exclaimed again, receiving another hit from Hermione. “This relationship is abusive, ‘Mione! …Stop!” he cried, ducking from her small hits. “Well everyone knows that Draco wants to fuck her!”
They all stared at Ron.
“What!” he cried, rubbing his arm. “Everyone knows. Ev.er.y.one.”
Chris looked annoyed, and Virginie stared blankly at the table. “But why?” she wondered aloud.
“Uhm, duh! Because you’re hot!” Chris vehemently said, obviously annoyed with what Ron was saying.
Virginie blushed and stared down at the table.
“Well it’s okay, Virginie!” Ron said, trying to be cheerful. “It’s not as if anyone’s forcing you!”
“I know, I know,” she muttered, blushing fiercely. “It just…it pisses me off! I cannot go anywhere without that…that boy following me around!”
“It’s okay, babe,” Chris said, putting his arm around her. “It’s not like he’s going to get to you. Besides having me, and Ron, and Harry, and Hermione, you’re a great Occlumens. There’s no way he can penetrate your mind.”
“I know,” she said, glancing around the pub. “It just PISSES. ME. OFF.” She stamped her foot, grinding her heel into the hand that was resting beneath her seat. Draco screamed, and she knew she’d left her mark right where she'd planned.
The two were almost inseparable, and though Virginie never liked serious, fawning relationships, she was drawn to Chris’s impeccable looks and wittiness. At just over six feet tall, his hulky build overshadowed Virginie’s thin, curvy limbs. The only thing similar was their height; at 5ft8, Virginie stood near to Chris in height. Other than that, however, they were complete opposites: Virginie with her stick-straight, highlighted blonde hair and blue eyes, and Chris with his lovely dark hair and deep chocolate eyes.
Today the two had planned to wander through the Hogsmeade shops and meet Hermione and Ron for a drink at the Three Broomsticks.
“How was your exam?” he enquired.
“All right,” she answered airily. “I rather like Potions…it seems to come naturally to me. My mother once told me that at the age of three, I was attempting to brew Felix Felicis.”
Chris laughed. “Well, at least one of us is smart.” He poked her stomach. “…You’ve got the good genes.”
She stuck her tongue out at him, and he reached over and bit it playfully. The two walked into Hogsmeade, the crisp fall air swirling their school robes in the light breeze. Virginie looked at Chris, smiling so warmly her cheeks burned from it. She’d never thought she’d have a boyfriend so quickly after coming to Hogwarts; in short, she’d known the boys would fancy her very much, but she had never expected she’d fancy any of them. The two walked into Zonko’s, a mischievous smirk on Chris’s face.
Two hours and many kisses later, they arrived at the Three Broomsticks, chilled by the cold. Hermione and Ron had already claimed a table in the corner and were currently sitting with their noses touching, kissing each other gently. Ron had his right hand buried in Hermione’s hair and his left entwined with hers. Virginie and Chris looked at one another, embarrassed at intruding.
“Why hello,” Virginie said, plopping herself down on a chair rudely, opening the contents of her purse and pulling a small hairbrush from inside. Chris returned shortly with her drink, and she sipped it gingerly, watching Ron blush and Hermione smooth her hair.
Chris was slowly rubbing her thigh, making her hum softly under her breath to keep from moaning. She tapped her foot softly on the floor, hoping to take away from the pleasure waves surging throughout her entire body. Soon the rubbing turned to massaging, and he moved further up her thigh, making her twitch. She shot him a look full of desire, wanting nothing more than to pin him to the small table, rip his robes off, and devour his entire body for hours.
“Ahem,” Hermione said, clearing her throat. “So are you to going to the dance?”
“I hadn’t thought of it,” Virginie said, looking at Chris, who was still massaging her thigh with much enthusiasm.
“Hmm?” he enquired, obviously paying more attention to her thigh than Hermione’s question.
“The dance?” she asked. “Did you want to go?”
“Oh, sure,” he said, smiling. “Love to. …When is it?”
“Next week,” Hermione said cheerfully, looking to Ron excitedly. “Professor McGonagall posted something in the Common Room; Ron and I noticed this morning. Dress robes and all that, it should be fun.”
“Sure, I will go,” Virginie said, rubbing Chris’s arm. “And I will drag this big handsome fellow along with me, will I not?”
Chris blushed and kissed her quickly on the cheek. “Of course I’ll go.”
“Well I’m going to wear this new set of robes I bought,” Hermione began. “They’re red, and they…” she trailed off, looking at a spot over Virginie’s shoulder. Both Chris and Virginie turned to look.
“What is it?” Virginie asked. “I do not see anything.”
“Draco…” Hermione whispered.
“Draco!” Ron yelled, and Hermione belted him hard.
“Shut up, Ron!” she hissed, leaning toward Virginie. “Draco was right behind you, it was as if he was listening…”
“Well he probably was!” Ron exclaimed again, receiving another hit from Hermione. “This relationship is abusive, ‘Mione! …Stop!” he cried, ducking from her small hits. “Well everyone knows that Draco wants to fuck her!”
They all stared at Ron.
“What!” he cried, rubbing his arm. “Everyone knows. Ev.er.y.one.”
Chris looked annoyed, and Virginie stared blankly at the table. “But why?” she wondered aloud.
“Uhm, duh! Because you’re hot!” Chris vehemently said, obviously annoyed with what Ron was saying.
Virginie blushed and stared down at the table.
“Well it’s okay, Virginie!” Ron said, trying to be cheerful. “It’s not as if anyone’s forcing you!”
“I know, I know,” she muttered, blushing fiercely. “It just…it pisses me off! I cannot go anywhere without that…that boy following me around!”
“It’s okay, babe,” Chris said, putting his arm around her. “It’s not like he’s going to get to you. Besides having me, and Ron, and Harry, and Hermione, you’re a great Occlumens. There’s no way he can penetrate your mind.”
“I know,” she said, glancing around the pub. “It just PISSES. ME. OFF.” She stamped her foot, grinding her heel into the hand that was resting beneath her seat. Draco screamed, and she knew she’d left her mark right where she'd planned.