The year is 1994, and for the first time in ages, the Triwizard Tournament is occurring. Hogwarts has been chosen to host this momentous event, much to the delight of its students. Unfortunately, due to previous injuries and deaths, only those of age may submit their name to the Goblet of Fire, vastly reducing the number of students who are able. That doesn't mean that younger students can't try. Also doesn't mean that they'll succeed. What does the Triwizard Tournament have in store for the schools of Hogwarts, Durmstrang, and Beauxbatons? Who will be chosen to participate, and most importantly, will they all come out in one piece?
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Post by Ophelia Flannigan on Aug 1, 2015 2:28:37 GMT -5
Manipulative (adj.)
influencing or attempting to influence the behavior or emotions of others for one’s own purposes.
As of late it was storming in the outside world. It was started to get to Ophelia. She enjoyed a storm every once in a while but this? This had gone on long enough. It felt like every day there was a storm or it just looked awful out. Her typical mood was clearly darkened over this. Not to mention the fact that Soren had no interest in her what so ever, other than her being his stupid student.
Over all, the last week or so had been a rather rough one for her. She really needed a pick me up about now. Now just for her health but for the safety of those who crossed her, she’d have no problem cursing anyone even if harry potter himself dared to cross her.
Her dainty body laid comfortably on the black couch in the slytherin common room. In her hands, was a book. Homework actually. Charms to be precise. Something she couldn’t really get in the mind set to do. She literally just had to practice the charm and she couldn’t even get herself to do that. She kicked her shoes off and stretched for a moment before pulling her knees back towards her. “ugh this just isn’t happening” she whined to herself as she laid her head back on the arm rest.
Post by Draco Malfoy on Aug 1, 2015 23:30:47 GMT -5
Novaturient
nO-va-'tUr-E-ent (adj.)
desiring or seeking powerful change in one's life, behavior, or situation
As he walked down the stairs, he hesitated a moment, his eyes locking on Ophelia Flannigan. He couldn't stop the smile that formed on his face, slightly sideways and showing absolute less than honorable intent. His hands slid down the rails as he continued to walk, never taking his eyes off the blond girl . She had a book in her hands, but her mind seemed set elsewhere. The sofa bedded her body perfectly, hugging around her curves. He couldn't help but keep his eyes towards one special space for just two seconds longer before his eyes scanned towards her legs.
"Studying, Ophelia?" he asked as he swaggered over towards her. He'd always used her first name, she was one of the few that earned that honor from him. Sitting down right next to her, he moved his eyes from her long legs to her face. "Charms," he smiled in a beguiling manner, hoping to attract her. Many girls liked that. "If you need help, I can certainly spare my time. I've been told I'm quite an expert," he winked as he leaned towards her, his arm going across the back of the couch as his body closed in. He was so close his chest was almost touching her legs.
Post by Ophelia Flannigan on Aug 4, 2015 0:37:33 GMT -5
Manipulative (adj.) influencing or attempting to influence the behavior or emotions of others for one’s own purposes.
Her eyes caught a figured at the stairs. From the moment she laid eyes on him, she knew exactly what was going to happen. Draco Malfoy was going to try his sad attempts to flirt with her, to gain try and gain some kind of social status from her. It wasn’t any lie, Ophelia was very popular with the younger years, and they seemed to gather around her, look to her for guidance. Probably because she doesn’t hex them for any reason, the young girls typically follow her about, like a little gang. She doesn’t actually talk to anyone of them; they just appear and do their thing. It doesn’t bother her as long as they don’t get in her way.
She groaned lightly when he started to swagger over towards her. This could be a good thing… no nothing good ever came from him. He wasn’t a creepy kind of guy thankfully, he just got a little… annoying sometimes. But she knew when she needed something she could always ask him and he would probably bend over backwards to her will. “Oh, Hello Draco” she used her flirtatious voice for his name. as he sat next to her, her feet rubbed against each other. She watched as he glanced at her body, she couldn’t really blame him; she had a great body in her opinion. She thought about asking him for help for a moment… that was until he started to lean towards her.
Her right foot slowly rose against the front of his body and slowly moved up to his chest. her gray knee high socks covered her feet, recently washed. Even smelled of vanilla, like the rest of her. It wasn’t an overwhelming smell of vanilla, more like a hinted sent of fresh backed cupcakes or cookies. Something that would remind one of home or give them at least a warm feeling inside. Her small foot put slight pressure on Draco’s chest which from the angle it looked like it would but a lot of strain on her, however this was easy for her due to her practicing the muggle activity called ‘yoga’ but that’ll just be her secret. The pressure was enough to hopefully give him the hint he was coming in way too fast for comfort as she gave him a soft smile. “Oh, Draco.” she flirted. She was teasing him at this moment. “ I would love it, if you’d help me.”
Post by Draco Malfoy on Aug 4, 2015 15:22:57 GMT -5
Novaturient
nO-va-'tUr-E-ent (adj.)
desiring or seeking powerful change in one's life, behavior, or situation
Draco bit down on the bottom of his lip. The way she said his name was so sensual, so alluring, that he couldn't help smiling. The way she formed his name on her lips looked as if she said his name often. He had no doubt she stood in front of her mirror practicing ways of talking to him and what she would say. He heard girls did that often. They were so silly and pretentious at times. As highly as Draco regarded Ophelia, she was still a girl. Well, a young woman. The thought got him slightly excited, she was a woman after all. His childhood crush of her had lasted up to now and he knew it was just a matter of time before she gave in to him. She was playing hard to get, that was all.
His father never talked to him about something as trite as women. No. He had better things to think about and tell him about. His mother never talked about the birds and the bees either. He learned everything about women from reading and watching people. Ophelia had been his... friend since they were young. His parents would ask her to keep an eye on him from time to time, as if she were his baby sitter. But of course Draco would have none of that. Ophelia was only a couple of years older than him. If anything, he kept an eye on her.
When he leaned forward, she put her foot on his chest, stopping his advance. He smiled, unashamed. It was just like her to keep him at a distance, both physically and emotionally. Draco thought she was worried about what people would think because of their age. But he knew she liked him just as much as he liked her. She gave all the proper signals. She didn't openly give herself to people either, that's part of what he liked about her. She was a proper young lady. Ophelia was the kind of young woman he thought he'd end up with and someone his parents would approve. So him liking her and finding her physically attractive was just a bonus. A very good bonus.
He could smell the faint scent of vanilla, like the cupcakes that she'd bring over to their mansion every summer when her family would visit. He adored that scent. Each time he smelled it, Ophelia's face emerged into his mind. Beautiful, soft, Ophelia. It always reminded him of the good times they had over the summers during school breaks and before they had even started Hogwarts. He had known Ophelia for as long as he had been alive.
Draco's hand reached up to her foot, a brazen look on his face. "Alright then," he said licking his lips as he caressed her leg, first going up her shin and then under on her calf which was all covered by her gray knee highs. He kept the same distance from her, as close as she would allow him to be, without pulling back and adding any space between them. "What do you need to learn?" Draco leaned his shoulder deeper into the couch, allowing himself to relax.
It was just the two of them in the Common Room and he liked it that way. He'd prefer if they were in his dorms, away from any interruptions that might happen. But he knew Ophelia wouldn't allow that, not in school anyways. He kept his hand on her lower leg, not going beyond the hem of her skirt that had slightly risen over her knees when she put her foot up against his chest.
Ophelia Flannigan [TAG] 624 [WORDS] Never seen this side of Draco, so I hope it's okay. /sigh/ I wish I knew what he's like flirting because so far I've only seen that one video where's joking and says, "Can I Slyther-in?" lol [NOTES]
Post by Ophelia Flannigan on Aug 5, 2015 0:41:00 GMT -5
Manipulative (adj.) influencing or attempting to influence the behavior or emotions of others for one’s own purposes.
Ophelia could see his eyes light up as she said his name. That was it. He was eating out of the palm of her hand already and she hadn’t even really said more than a sentence to him. It wasn’t completely fair to Draco though; she knew exactly how to play him. They had known each other for so long, she knew exactly what to do to get his attention, to get him to do things she wanted. This crush of his, started when they were young, much younger than they were now. Their parents would often take vacations together which caused them to spend plenty of summers and winters together. No, Ophelia didn’t see Draco as a brother, more like a person who she knows pretty well that she can get things from. Ophelia didn’t really have many friends, she had plenty of acquaintances but friends were very rare for her. There were more than enough people that called her their friend but she’d never call them her friend.
With her foot on his chest, she was thankful he stopped his advancement on her, whether he wanted to or not. Most girls his age would be dying for him to act this way with them. Honestly she didn’t really know if he acted this way with girls his age or younger or if it was just her. She could really only assume it was just her which stroked her ego. She was the prettiest girl ever in her opinion. She liked the attention she was getting from him. But it wasn’t as if she didn’t get this kind at all, she has other males that do similar things, and none would go too far of course. Her father was a death eater, yes that was true. He was also a pretty high ranking one from what she as read, which could be why their fathers were so close. This was always why she was pretty desirable with certain males that were older than her. Most of the other death eaters only had one or two children, her family had a totally for four children. Her elder brother and two older sisters; she was by far the prettiest of them all which caused her sisters to be jealous of her. Which would explain why she was very advanced with certain hex’s or knew how to take a bitch down if need to be.
As he caressed her leg, she couldn’t help but be thankful she was wearing the high socks today. She was thankful that his hands weren’t caressing her soft skin that laid right below the sock within reach of him. It was one of her things, one of the few, very few things that caused her pleasure. Foreign skin caressing hers, and it wasn’t just anywhere this affected her, certain places, places that would normally never be touched except by her but mostly her legs. Her foot held him at that distance, he wouldn’t do anything she wouldn’t allow, and for him, she’d allow him a little more… freedom than others.
It wasn’t because she liked him, no... That wasn’t it. He was the smartest of the bunch… kinda, He was one of the more attractive ones, that was for sure. She looked at her book for a moment before looking at him with a smile. “I’m not doing very well in a couple classes actually.” she pouted a little. “ Charms mostly, and potions. Charms is really getting to me though” she pouted some more as she slowly dropped her foot from his chest. “If you could help me.” her foot moved back to his chest as if almost caressing it. “I would have to award you with a prize of my choosing.”
She half closed the book, keeping her thumb on the paged as she leaned forward a little. “which could be from…” she paused. Her voice could be compared to a soft melody, one that someone could get lost in. “letting you rub my sweet little feet, and you know how much I love that.” her other hand moved up to his and lightly touched it, her thumb gently caressed the top of his hand that was caressing her calf. “To maybe even letting you get a little closer” she moved his hand to the stop of her knee and ever so gently moved it a smidge past her knee for only a moment, letting the moment soak in for him before moving his hand away and back to its previous location. She of course would choose the prize of him rubbing her feet in the end. There wasn’t anything she loved more than that, especially after a long day of classes.
Draco Malfoy [TAG] 787 [WORDS] I apologize if these get super long I don't meant them too be.[NOTE]
Post by Draco Malfoy on Aug 5, 2015 12:12:48 GMT -5
Novaturient
nO-va-'tUr-E-ent (adj.)
desiring or seeking powerful change in one's life, behavior, or situation
Her soft hand touched his and he had to make a conscious effort to stop himself from leaning closer and kissing her. He could do it, easily. Though she was older than him, he had grown quite a bit over the summer and was taller than her now. He was stronger than her, he could tell. Overpowering her would be easy. But he wasn't raised to be like that. Least of all to his friend he'd known since he was still in the womb. His mother had told him numerous times that when she was still pregnant with him, Ophelia's- little tiny Ophelia, would ask to touch her stomach and speak to him. With her sweet voice, telling him he was a sweet boy and that when he born, she would play with him and they would be the best of friends. She'd held up to those words. However, Draco couldn't help but feel she was sometimes too distant. Perhaps there was some secret she had never told him and never wants him to know. That was why people were distant with others, wasn't it? Yes, usually. Whatever secrets Ophelia had, he didn't have to know. She would tell him when she was ready to. He was patient, more than patient when it came to Ophelia.
He frowned slightly. "Potions?" he asked, a quizzical look on his face. Professor Snape favored the Slytherins and because of that, most of them got good grades as long as they didn't joke around in his class and paid attention and attempted homework. Of course, Draco made sure to go above and beyond in Potions class. No, he didn't study like Granger and he didn't pretend to be a know-it-all like her. But he was fairly decent at it. More than he could say for some of his fellow classmates. That Potter was a joke in class and his only regret was there were at least two other people there worse than him: Weasley and Longbottom. Two stupid names for two stupid gits. "Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll help you. I'm good at Potions, and I'll even talk to Snape about it if you want," he said suggesting the idea. "I am his favorite student after all," he bragged, his eyes studying her face to see if she would be impressed with this. Being a favorite to a professor who didn't have favorites was a feat, he thought. Even mudblood Granger couldn't say she was his favorite, in fact she was probably one of the most loathed, tied with Potter and Weasley, of course. "What charm spell do you need help on?"
Draco licked his lips at her words, lapping up each syllable. Of all the years he'd known Ophelia, she'd never allowed him to touch her in places except her hands, arms, feet, legs and from time to time, he'd gotten to caress her hair. He'd given her plenty of hugs and had held her from time to time. But she was always too friendly about it. The thought that he was only a friend to her frustrated him beyond words. But then there were moments like these, when she'd offer more of herself to him. Even just one inch of her skin was enough because Draco knew that these added up. And soon, no matter how long it took, Draco would be able to have access to every inch of her body. Soon. He had just had to be patient about it. He could be patient.
"Oh, I know," he said smiling when she took his hand and moved it over her knee. She pulled his hand, gently, past it. There was another inch. His smile remained, even when she moved his hand back. Although she was calling the shots, he wasn't just going to allow her to control the situation. He was a man after all. He moved back slightly, but only so she could straighten her legs. Draco put both of her legs over his lap, her penance for him giving her more room. Ophelia and Draco always seemed like a give and take. Though, he didn't mind giving to her freely. His hands moved to her feet as he squeezed gently. His thumb ran under the middle of her feet, putting a gentle preassure on it, before moving to her heel.
"Why don't I just massage your feet now while I help you study? You deserve it, after all. I suppose those heels aren't at all comfortable," he said, knowing the kinds of things to say to women like Ophelia. They liked to be appreciated and pampered. They liked to be thought of and be understood. When it came to women, women he liked, Draco wasn't ill-experienced. He'd made it his business to know women and to know what pleased them. Most of the girls at Hogwarts were exactly that, girls. There were pleased with acknowledgement and chocolates, like Pansy. She was easy. But Ophelia was different. Of all the years he'd known her, she was still a mystery. And that's why his feelings for her remained and grew greater with each passing year.
Post by Ophelia Flannigan on Aug 5, 2015 14:03:41 GMT -5
Manipulative (adj.) influencing or attempting to influence the behavior or emotions of others for one’s own purposes.
Was Ophelia threatened by Draco? No at all. Other would say, playing this game was a dangerous idea but that never stopped her. She picked men she knew she could control well enough to do as she pleased. There was only one time where she messed up big, it was actually flint. He started to become too pushy, and if Snape hadn’t come at that time, who knows what would have happened. She didn’t like to think about it. She was sloppy with her pickings, not like with Draco. He would never hurt her, she knew that.
She wasn’t doing god awful in potions, but there was much room for improvement on her half. She was sure she wasn’t failing for the fact that she was a slytherin. If she applied herself to the class, she’d be good at it. However, she was in the class with her best friend which caused them to not do a single thing. “Awe, Draco” a smile came across her face “I would love nothing more than for you to help me” she bit her bottom lip for a moment. She acted impressed that Draco was snape’s favorite student. It would stoke his ego if anything, but deep down she really didn’t care too much about that. Mostly due to the fact she didn’t care too much about school or professors except Professor Eldridge. Thinking about him gave her good shivers down her back, just something about that man made her a little hot?
“Supersensory Charm” she stated. It had recently been added to the curriculum this year. She wasn’t getting it, for whatever reason it wasn’t working like it was supposed to for her and it was driving her nuts. Certain charms she was very good at but this one, this stupid charm was driving her nuts. “I just can’t get it to work” she pouted to him. It wasn’t as if she didn’t try to do the charm, on several occasions she did but it never worked properly.
Ophelia watched as he moved back. She was in the clear. He had taken the bait just now had to bring it home. He started pamper her, like he always did. Something she could really appreciate from him, she could always rely on him to do such things for her. She leaned her head back for a moment as he started to massage her feet. A small teasing moan escaped her lips. She did this on purpose of course. This was the jerking motion to get the hook stuck, much like fishing. A smile crawled on her pink lips before she lifted her head and looked back at him. “You always know just what I need.”
She opened her book to the same page at before. “supersensory charm: Lets the caster sense things out of his or her line of sight.” she read out loud. There was a long boring paragraph that she just didn’t have the patience to read school worked bored her to no end. Perhaps, if he successful helps her overcome this challenge of hers, he maybe even rewarded with something he’s never had, touching her shoulders? Maybe holding her around the waist, or even some kind of kiss. It would depend on how helpful he would be.
“You look much more handsome with your hair like that.” she casually commented him. She didn’t do it often, only when she was in an incredibly good mood did that happen. Which could be now, or she could not be. She was a mystery after all. With herself taking up all of the couch, and Draco volunteering to rub her feet. She was quite pleased with how this was going. So much so, that she sat forward and reached out to him, her index finger stretching out and lightly grabbing his chin, almost caressing him. Her fingers were soft to the touch; her nails were perfect french manicure which she was always how she kept them. She couldn’t remember if she had ever touched him this way before. She has pulled this on others before but couldn’t remember if Draco had experienced it before or not. “ Draco” she lips molded around his name sensually, “ Thank you, this means a lot to me”
Post by Draco Malfoy on Aug 6, 2015 13:16:29 GMT -5
Novaturient
nO-va-'tUr-E-ent (adj.)
desiring or seeking powerful change in one's life, behavior, or situation
Draco beamed at her reaction. Being a teachers pet had its perks. Excitement grew inside Draco when he heard her moan. His fingers grasped her other foot, hoping to hear another one of those moans. Dear Merlin the girl knew just how to get him hot. He tried not to show his excitement on his face, "I should know, I've known you my entire life after all. Is there anything about you I don't know?" That last part, he asked rhetorically. He knew almost everything about her. She talked to him, but of course, everyone had their secrets. Draco wasn't naive to that.
He nodded when she mentioned the spell, it was something he actually was an expert in. He'd learned it during his second year, one of the more advanced magic. But his father had him practice it over and over during the school year when he could use his wand. Lucius wanted him to know it on his first year, but it was too difficult for Draco then. It was important for him to know that charm so that he could eavesdrop on people. It was also useful for when people eavesdropped on him.
"That's quite, easy," he said pulling out his wand. "The trick is focusing on yourself," Draco began. This was easy for him to do since mostly everything revolved around him and he was very aware of the things that went on with his body. "Most spells depend heavily on words and wand movements, but with this charm, you have to also make sure you're focusing on yourself, almost as if willing your senses to heighten." These were the exact words his father told him and he was about to tell her so, but he wanted to take the credit for it. He otherwise would not have known any of this had not anyone told him. But it made Draco sound smart and he liked to show off to Ophelia. "Try it,"he said as he stopped massaging her foot so that she could concentrate.
Tingles ran down Draco's spine when she touched him, the white tips of her nails visible, even as he looked straight at her face. Her touch was soft and soothing, but at the same time exciting. He usually wore his hair slicked back, just as he'd done most of his childhood years. It was something his mother started and continued to do when she'd fix his hair. But as he grew older, he grew out of that hairstyle. It was too much work. This new hairstyle was more relaxed and he didn't have to spend as much time on it-- and it looked better. He got a lot of compliments on it, actually. He wanted to reach up so that he could cup her hands, but he feared it would make her stop.
Draco couldn't help but lean towards her when she sat up. Not too much, but just a tad bit closer than he had been. Her knees now rested on his lap instead of her feet. He wanted so badly to put his hands on top of her thighs where the skirt covered it up. Even more, he wanted to just lean closer a little bit more so that he could taste her lips.
"You know I love to please you," he said, meaning a double entendre with his statement. Draco licked his lips, refraining himself from leaning forward even more. From this distance, he could see the sparkle in her eyes and the moistness of her lips.
Post by Ophelia Flannigan on Aug 10, 2015 1:53:13 GMT -5
Manipulative (adj.) influencing or attempting to influence the behavior or emotions of others for one’s own purposes.
Ophelia smirked at his rhetorically question. There were many things he didn't know about her, but she was very certain she knew most of the things about Draco. The important parts anyways. To her, he was an open book, but she had the advantage of knowing him while growing up. She was able to get her claws into him before any other girl could. She was a threat to other girls, other girls that liked him. She could get him to do anything, she just had to pull a few of his strings on his heart and bam. He'd be willing to do anything for her.
She took his advice as much as she would deny it. Charms wasn't her thing. She had never been good at it, and she knew quite well he was good at it. She was better at the more... non-practical classes like astronmy and such. Which never bothered her too much except for this instance. She let herself relax, taking in a deep breath she breathed in and out and focused on letting herself do it. After a moment she mumbled something and for a moment, there was nothing. It hadn't worked, that was what she thought until she heard a door close. A door from a certain dormatry. She wasn't sure which but she could only assume someone would be coming down the stairs shortly. A smile grew over her face shortly after as she looked at draco. ”It worked!” she said excitedly.
Resting on her knees in Draco's lap, her face, which was merely inches away from Draco's now, looked towards his shoulder farthest from her as her hand reached out and caressed it his upper arm first. Her hand slowly moved down towards his forearm and eventually his hand where she gently picked it up and placed it on top of her skirt. Her nails traced back up his arm to his shoulder and made their way to his neck where it grabbed lightly in a massaging fashion for a moment. Her face moved towards his ear, her cheek coming within cenimeters of his. Once her lips were barely touching his ear she stopped. “Draco” she purred his name “you have been so good to me today. I think you deserve a special surprise” she paused for dramatic effect. Her hand raised to the other side of his head and he'd it softly. Her thumb caressing his cheek moments before her mouth opened slightly.
That's when it happened.
She teasingly nipped his ear.
Most girl's who did this, would feel something inside of them, probably some kind of heat in their panties or butterflies in her stomach. Ophelia did not feel any such a thing. This was business, not pleasure. Hell, If this was pleasure she'd be half naked by now. However, It would take a very special man to do that and even then, Ophelia wasn't ready to hand away her V-card to just anyone. This however, She enjoyed doing to Draco. She hasn't gone this far though. She felt as if he deserved a little something extra for the things he did today for her. She did appresate him for that at the very least. “ Thank you.”
Post by Draco Malfoy on Aug 10, 2015 10:29:09 GMT -5
Novaturient
nO-va-'tUr-E-ent (adj.)
desiring or seeking powerful change in one's life, behavior, or situation
"See, it isn't so hard, you just need a good teacher," he grinned, admiring his own work. "That Flitwick is an imbecile," he said shaking his head. If he could teach a girl older than him a spell, there was no reason some dumb teacher couldn't. He was truly worthless, much like most of the professors at Hogwarts. Professor Snape was the only competent one there. Even Quirrel wasn't so bad, except he'd heard from his father how Potter killed him in cold blood. No one would believe that story though.
His mind suddenly turned to Ophelia once more, the thought of Professors and dark wizards far in the back of his mind. He looked down at her hands when they started to move, her hand caressing him. This was the first time she'd ever touch him this much, in this way. The thought of it all excited him and had to adjust slightly so that she couldn't feel the way this excited him. He remained still, almost as still as a rock and allowed her to place his palm over her skirt. Draco imagined all the things that hid under that skirt, but he forced himself to stop imagining. He focused on her touch, but even that was becoming almost unbearable.
Her lips were to his ear and her whispers sent shivers down his spine. This girl knew what she was doing and he wanted her to do more. Then when she lightly nipped at his ear, his hand went on her thighs, still over the skirt though, and grabbed her thigh hard. He bit his lip before turning to her, his lips parting as he leaned close, "Ophelia..." He wanted to kiss her, more than anything in the world.
Ophelia Flannigan [TAG] 308 [WORDS] Ophy is a tease! D: hahaha poor draco [notes]
Post by Ophelia Flannigan on Aug 10, 2015 21:46:35 GMT -5
Manipulative (adj.) influencing or attempting to influence the behavior or emotions of others for one’s own purposes.
Ophelia caressed his hand some more before it moved up to his face again. She snuggled closer to him pressing her chest against him slightly as her lips kissed his ear slightly. her thumb moved across his face gentley her fingers curled and gently massaged the jaw line of his face before her index fingur gently moved towards his chin. She moved her face away from his ear and guided his chin/face to look at her. facing him again, Her lips parted lightly and her eyes close for a moment. Moments before they would have kissed, She immediantly shot to the other side of the couch and sat like a proper young lady with her book in her hand.
"Ophelia!" a voice called out to her, her head turned simulaniously her hair flipped over her shoulder. It was Noella, a pretty close from aquantice of hers. Noella has saved Ophelia. Ophelia turned ot body to face her. "Oh hey. Noella what's going on?" Noella wasn't a particuallarly pretty girl. She tried though, even when she tried, the girl still often came off as horrid looking something.
Ophelia offered to help this girl out, but she was stubborn and wouldn't take her help. "Oh, I thought we had plans?" Ophelia interruppted her. "Oh, Is it that time alright?" Ophelia slowly got up and stretched, she prushed off her outfit and adjusted it before putting her heels back on. her finger traced his jaw line, almost guiding him to look up at her as she looked down at him "A girl has to keep her schedule. we'll finish this later, Draco" she winked at him. Ophelia walked past him and around the back of the couch. she trailed off with her friend out of the common room, with the clicking of her heels following behind her.
Draco Malfoy [TAG] 320 [WORDS] Sorry if you didn't want to end it. I didn't want Ophelia to get carried away xD feel free to post a finishing post. we could start another one after this one too. if you'd like ^_^ [NOTES]
Post by Draco Malfoy on Aug 13, 2015 10:54:09 GMT -5
Novaturient
nO-va-'tUr-E-ent (adj.)
desiring or seeking powerful change in one's life, behavior, or situation
Draco thought he was finally getting his just reward. He leaned closer, he could almost taste her lips. But then they were interrupted by a voice. Ophelia's blonde hair whipped lightly across his cheek when she turned. Draco sighed silently, though kept his closeness and his hand on her thigh.
She got up too quickly and Draco was left sitting on the sofa by himself. He looked around at the girl and up at Ophelia who was tracing his jawline. "But..." he said, wanting to contest her decision, his eyes looking up at her helplessly. He sighed, his teeth gritting together as he nodded and looked over at Noella with a piercing gaze. Idiot...
Draco stood up as he watched her back, her hair swinging from side to side as she walked farther and farther away. "I"ll... uh... see you later!" he said after her with great disappointment in his voice. He shook his head and walked up towards the dorms.
"Crabbe! Goyle! Get up you lazy slobs," he said kicking at their beds. He knew the Gryffindors had the Quidditch field for practice today. Perhaps he could put in a few good laughs by making fun of Weasley in his rickety old broom.
Ophelia Flannigan though this thread is closed [TAG] 227 [WORDS] It's all good, this is as far as I wanted Draco to go. I was hoping Ophy would leave him wanting xD hahaha! [NOTES]
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