Beauty Is In The Eye Of The Beholder
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Adult +
Chapters:
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Category:
Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,500
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
Dreaming
I cant give you all my dreams
Nor the life I live.
You and I wont friendship miss,
Thats all we got to give.
Who will take your dreams away
Takes your soul another day.
What can never be lost is gone,
Its stolen in a way.
Please, dont stand too close to me,
Can you hear my heart ?
Take my woe and lean on me
When were not apart.
Now our mission is complete
And our friends are hid.
Evil things brought down by the light,
Life goes on until the end.
By Marianne Faithfull
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Chapter 4 Dreaming
The first task had already passed and like a Pro he got threw it just fine.
That wasn\'t what he had his mind on though . Inside the tent he watched as Hermione (That was her name because thats what Potter called Her) jumped into Potters arms like some kind of heroine out of a cheesy romance novel right before Rita fucking Skeeter took their picture. Proclaiming notions about young love and such before he had enough and told her to leave . Which she did after some awkward not to mention truly disgusting flirting on her part . The worst part was that Hermione didn\'t even pay him any attention not even a shy glance.
So he started following her around in the evenings. Which was hard to do ever since the Heads annouced the Yule ball he had his own pack of piranas chasing him around but today he managed to get away. Thats where he was now sitting in a dark corner alone in the library where no one could see him but he could see all. Especially the girl in front of him studing once again alone and because of all the hormones flying about the ball. There was only a few other students there with them.
A perfect opportunity really.
He studied her a little more figuring how he was going to go about this in his mind. Like he said earlier he didn\'t won\'t to look like a bumbling idiot when he went to speak to her and though he complained about girls before and still did. Didn\'t mean he didn\'t take care of his urges once in a while. Yes he was quite the charmer when he got motivated and he was good real good. It was the reason he had so many female fans even though he was rumured to be unapproachable and mean spirited when it came to well other people and he was. But he learned to do what his father taught him and that was one thing he kept to heart from his father.
\'\'Boy if you ever goona get any with your face you better treat whores like queens and queens like whores\'\' .
That was when he was nine still gangly and awkard. As he got older he understood what his father meant and when he had sex with rich young witches who had important daddies with high connections and were able to get back stage so to speak to meet him.
He fucked them like whores.
Not soft and slow like you would do with a princess.
And they loved it.
Same with whores or sluts they wanted to be treated like women not like a bag with a hole in it and he did just that. Hermione wasn\'t the type to fall for sweet talk and flowers all that type of shit. Thats when it came to him he would have to play a fool a weak fool because thats the type of girl she was. She liked to help out the innocent and weaker ones and he would just have to reel her in on that. With that thought he knew it was time standing up slowly from his chair he took another quick glance around it was just him and her .
Alone.
With a dark smirk on his handsome face he begin to stalk in her direction...
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Nor the life I live.
You and I wont friendship miss,
Thats all we got to give.
Who will take your dreams away
Takes your soul another day.
What can never be lost is gone,
Its stolen in a way.
Please, dont stand too close to me,
Can you hear my heart ?
Take my woe and lean on me
When were not apart.
Now our mission is complete
And our friends are hid.
Evil things brought down by the light,
Life goes on until the end.
By Marianne Faithfull
---------------------------------------------------------
Chapter 4 Dreaming
The first task had already passed and like a Pro he got threw it just fine.
That wasn\'t what he had his mind on though . Inside the tent he watched as Hermione (That was her name because thats what Potter called Her) jumped into Potters arms like some kind of heroine out of a cheesy romance novel right before Rita fucking Skeeter took their picture. Proclaiming notions about young love and such before he had enough and told her to leave . Which she did after some awkward not to mention truly disgusting flirting on her part . The worst part was that Hermione didn\'t even pay him any attention not even a shy glance.
So he started following her around in the evenings. Which was hard to do ever since the Heads annouced the Yule ball he had his own pack of piranas chasing him around but today he managed to get away. Thats where he was now sitting in a dark corner alone in the library where no one could see him but he could see all. Especially the girl in front of him studing once again alone and because of all the hormones flying about the ball. There was only a few other students there with them.
A perfect opportunity really.
He studied her a little more figuring how he was going to go about this in his mind. Like he said earlier he didn\'t won\'t to look like a bumbling idiot when he went to speak to her and though he complained about girls before and still did. Didn\'t mean he didn\'t take care of his urges once in a while. Yes he was quite the charmer when he got motivated and he was good real good. It was the reason he had so many female fans even though he was rumured to be unapproachable and mean spirited when it came to well other people and he was. But he learned to do what his father taught him and that was one thing he kept to heart from his father.
\'\'Boy if you ever goona get any with your face you better treat whores like queens and queens like whores\'\' .
That was when he was nine still gangly and awkard. As he got older he understood what his father meant and when he had sex with rich young witches who had important daddies with high connections and were able to get back stage so to speak to meet him.
He fucked them like whores.
Not soft and slow like you would do with a princess.
And they loved it.
Same with whores or sluts they wanted to be treated like women not like a bag with a hole in it and he did just that. Hermione wasn\'t the type to fall for sweet talk and flowers all that type of shit. Thats when it came to him he would have to play a fool a weak fool because thats the type of girl she was. She liked to help out the innocent and weaker ones and he would just have to reel her in on that. With that thought he knew it was time standing up slowly from his chair he took another quick glance around it was just him and her .
Alone.
With a dark smirk on his handsome face he begin to stalk in her direction...
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Please review...