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Post by Cepheus Malfoy on Apr 19, 2009 8:33:54 GMT -8
OPEN UP YOUR MIND AND SEE LIKE ME, [/color][/font] open up your plans and man you're free.[/color][/font][/center] _____________________________________ Was it just him or was it unbelievably uncomfortable in this classroom? The room now seemed so stuffy that it was hard to even move without feeling the humidity. He wasn’t too happy with his current position. Even at the back of the room, it seemed to him that the air was still too oppressive. The worst thing being that he couldn’t do anything about it. Of course, being a member of the Slytherin house, he was used to colder places. He hated areas of the school that seemed to radiate warmth from every direction. He glanced around the room briefly, wondering where this sudden radiation was originating. Maybe if he worked out the source of the warmth, he could do something about it. And part of him just wanted to know why it was so hot.
As to what he was actually doing in a sticky classroom, when he wasn’t required to be sitting there, was a bit of a mystery. To him, as much as anyone else. He couldn’t explain completely why he had chosen to remain seated in this room. Maybe because he thought it was very unlikely that anyone else could find him here. Maybe, but sooner or later someone was bound to stumble across him sitting there. His eyes locked onto the book he had been reading. An instant proof to those who seemed to believe that all Slytherins were stupid. He loved to read. Providing of course, the book was about a topic of his choice. He had no desire to learn about sixteenth century goblin rebellions, thank you. This book had held his interest for a while, so it had to be of decent quality.
With little warning, he suddenly dropped the book on the table. Walking out of the room, he picked up his bag, striding quickly out of the classroom. It might have been a decent book, but there was no way he was enduring that heat anymore. Ruffling his blonde hair as he walked, he rolled his eyes at some passers-by, who fixed him with what they seemed to think was a glare of sorts. Did they think he’d be concerned about their expressions when faced with him? Did they actually believe he cared what they thought? If they did, he found their ignorance laughable. As if he would care about what some stupid Gryffindors thought.
Almost as swiftly as he had decided to start walking, he stopped walking. Outside of a broom cupboard in a random corridor. On the second or third floor, if he had to make a guess. Who knew what it was that had caused him to stop outside this cupboard? He noted, with slight distaste, that it was quite a small cupboard, hardly big enough for two people, let alone a heap of brooms. A strange student, one that he could not recall seeing that often ran up behind him. Not realizing what was happening, he found himself stumbling into the cupboard itself. Thank Merlin, the door was open. Otherwise, that idiot could have been responsible for cracking the Slytherin’s head open. Standing up, almost immediately, he was dismayed to find that the door did not want to open for him, as easily as it had closed. Oh, what luck he had. To be stuck inside a room was one thing. But when you were stuck inside a broom cupboard, things could only get worse.
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Post by Vannessa C. R. Longbottom on Apr 19, 2009 9:28:32 GMT -8
She was going to be late!! Quidditch practice was in ten minutes and she wasn't even out of the castle yet! Too bad they couldn't apparate. Groaning in frustration she continued running from the Gryffindor Tower, down the stairs. She didn't even know who all was in the corridors. All she knew was that she was late. And if she didn't get to practice she wouldn't forgive herself for a couple of weeks.
As she ran down the hallways, her shorts seemed to lightly ride up on her small thighs as her legs carried her. And her navy blue tank top clung to her body. These were the clothes she was wearing so it would be easier to change in and out of when she threw on her Quidditch Robes. However now, it didn't look like she would need to. Why did the Bloody Gryffindor tower have to be on the SEVENTH floor?!
After ten minutes of constant running, she saw a head of blonde hair walking in the corridor beside the broom closet. And before she could realize it, she couldn't stop herself. And seconds later, she gasped. "MOVE!" However it was too late, and she collided into the unknown Slytherin boy and they fell in the broom cupboard, the door shutting and locking behind them.
Groaning Vannessa sat up and rubbed her hair that was put in a delicate french braid. Then she realized where she was. Broom cupboard. Bloody Hell. Things could only get worse!
"Stupid door."
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Post by Cepheus Malfoy on Apr 19, 2009 9:42:25 GMT -8
OPEN UP YOUR MIND AND SEE LIKE ME, [/color][/font] open up your plans and man you're free.[/color][/font][/center] _____________________________________ His instant reaction was to stand up, but there was barely room, currently. Maybe if this other person was to move over slightly, they’d both be able to remain standing. But she seemed unlikely to move at the moment. Perhaps she was thinking it as bad a situation as he did. Obviously one thing they shared in common, if this was true. He couldn’t exactly push past her, because the cupboard was rather tiny, moving past her wouldn’t achieve anything but hitting some part of his body, which he reckoned would be rather painful. He didn’t fancy hitting his head, in a desperate attempt to leave the cupboard. Desperate? The thought occurred to him, was that his current state of mind? He didn’t do desperation. Desperation was something you saw in the eyes of weaker people. Desperate was obviously the wrong word here then, he was just somewhat concerned about his existing predicament.
Without thinking, something that rarely happened, he found himself shouting at her. Blaming her for the situation he was now stuck in, until someone came across them. It wasn’t his fault; of course, she was the one who was running around the castle at sixty miles an hour. How was he supposed to avoid that? “What the hell were you doing?” he demanded suddenly, taking in the appearance of the girl in such proximity to himself. “Perhaps you’d care to explain why I’m now stuck in a cupboard for Merlin knows how long.”A sudden realisation came over his thoughts, one that he did not like, “Shit, Longbottom, we could be stuck in here for days." Hours, he’d probably live through. But actual days? The thought was too appalling to even contemplate.
Of course, he didn’t actually know that this was all her fault, but right now, blaming her was a more comforting activity than sitting in silence for the next five hours, or however long it took for someone to find them. He didn’t like that thought much either. Someone finding them like this, well, it looked quite dubious. From another person’s perspective, which didn’t know anything about the incident, it just looked like they’d decided to shack up in the closest empty room. And he could see how this could and would be so easily misinterpreted. Even the idea of someone actually thinking that he wanted to spend time with this girl, by themselves, in a tiny cupboard, was terrible. The phrase ‘well, it could be worse’ crossed his mind, but he failed to see how it could be worse. But then, he realized, she hadn’t actually talked to him yet. Although, he highly doubted he would still have the same peace when she’d heard his angry words.
“I don’t suppose you’d care to explain exactly why you’re forcing people into tiny cupboards? I know you’re supposed to care less about people think about you, but pushing guys into cupboards, well it looks suspicious. I think you have slight issues, if you go around, trapping people like this. It seems somewhat stalkerish. I don’t care what your excuses are, whether you have no other method of flirting, or you’re just sex-starved, I really couldn’t care. So, let me out of this stupid cupboard and go find another person to fall on top of.” He wasn't particularly concerned about how she took this last insulting tone, because he only cared about one thing, at the moment, and that was leaving this broom cupboard.
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Post by Vannessa C. R. Longbottom on Apr 19, 2009 9:47:55 GMT -8
] “What the hell were you doing?”
Vannessa glared at him. She honestly didn't care what he thought about her. He was just some stuck up rich boy who just took advantage of girls. That was it. He had no real emotional feeling at all. And he didn't treat anyone with respect. Her mainly because she was best friends with a pure blood-traitor in his eyes.
"Running obviously."
She retorted back and rolled her eyes at him as he continued to rant. The whole time she had remained quiet until he was done. And now was when she was ranting back towards him.
“Perhaps you’d care to explain why I’m now stuck in a cupboard for Merlin knows how long.”
"Well I would if you would stop complaining for twenty seconds."
She spoke again and looked away from him, moving towards the wall and curled herself up that way she wouldn't have to touch him as much.
“I don’t suppose you’d care to explain exactly why you’re forcing people into tiny cupboards? I know you’re supposed to care less about people think about you, but pushing guys into cupboards, well it looks suspicious. I think you have slight issues, if you go around, trapping people like this. It seems somewhat stalkerish. I don’t care what your excuses are, whether you have no other method of flirting, or you’re just sex-starved, I really couldn’t care. So, let me out of this stupid cupboard and go find another person to fall on top of.”
"Since when do you care what people think about you? Aren't you supposed to be this noble, rich, pureblooded Malfoy that doesn't care about anything at all except for being perfect, living to his fathers' expectations, and of course, shagging some girl randomnly to calm him down?"
Her words shot back and she tried to ignore the small very tiny pain of her ego being dented as he basically called her a slut. She wasn't one! She never would be! She was a Longbottom! Her father had killed Nargini! Vannessa was just a unique girl, who didn't care what other people thought and was brave/noble. That was her reputation! And she lived up to it!
"Oh believe me Malfoy. If I could kick out of this cupboard I would. And I'd be following you out then running to the Pitch for Practice. And to get away from you." She continued to glare at him and turned around and stared at the wall. [/size] |
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Post by Cepheus Malfoy on Apr 19, 2009 10:31:11 GMT -8
OPEN UP YOUR MIND AND SEE LIKE ME, [/color][/font] open up your plans and man you're free.[/color][/font][/center] _____________________________________ It now seemed too warm in this cupboard. Not surprising, considering the size of the cupboard and the fact that there were two adults now sitting down in it. The body heat alone seemed too blistering for his liking. It wasn’t baking hot, or anything, but for someone as pale as him who was used to quite cold temperatures, it was becoming somewhat insufferable. It wasn’t as bad as that he’d go to the extreme and strip off, but he needed to help himself cool down slightly in some way. He resolved to loosen the tie he had been wearing, along with the top few shirt buttons, allowing him some breathing space. With the tie and collar successfully looser, he was pleased to find the temperature dropped somewhat. Of course, this rise in temperature might not have anything to with the atmosphere at all, but for much simpler reasons.
He wasn’t about to own up to this though. Although, admittedly, this was probably an excellent moment to confess things, as only one other person was likely to hear him. But the thought of this girl knowing any of his secrets, most inner feelings was worse than everyone knowing, in his opinion. So there would be absolutely no declaration of guilt coming from him. He wasn’t guilty of anything. Any more than he was guilty of contributing to their current situation. She was guilty. He’d already expressed these views clearly, she was aware that he blamed her for the whole problem. It was obvious, from her attitude, that they were both very similar in some respects. He didn’t like this thought either. Girls weren’t like him. They were just stupid little females.
“Well, actually, Longbottom, it wasn’t obvious. People don’t go running around corners at that kind of speed. But then, most people don’t push others into closets either.” It became apparent that he still truly believed that this was, in some way, her fault. That she had helped with or planned out the idea. That she had premeditated it completely, with or without help from other individuals. He wasn’t going to let go of this impression easily. She would have to do something pretty impressive to convince him otherwise. But at the moment, she could play the innocent party all she wanted, it didn’t mean he believed it for a second.
“I’m not complaining. And even if I was, I have a complete right to. You locked me in a cupboard, REMEMBER? That’s a big deal. So, yes, I might want to complain a little about my quandary. As any normal person would.” He breathed in, his sense of frustration taking over his features. He didn’t see much point in losing his temper now. Sure, he’d like to jinx her, or curse her. Hell, he’d even like to punch her, but it wouldn’t actually achieve or change anything. “I never said I wasn’t any of those things. I am rich, noble and undoubtedly pure-blooded. And, if I strive to be perfect, to better myself, is that such a bad thing? At least I’m getting somewhere, unlike you. Befriending muggleborns and blood traitors doesn’t get you far in the real world, Longbottom.” He rolled his eyes, and sat back, glancing occasionally in her direction, as he continued speaking, “I don’t have to live by my father’s expectations either. I’m living to get where I want to be.”
The last comment - not as predictable as the previous ones. He raised an eyebrow at this fast retort. Was this her pathetic attempt at insulting him, in a similar fashion to the one she had been offended by? “Longbottom, even if that were entriely true, what business is my sexual or otherwise behaviour got to do with you? Shouldn’t you be more concerned with finding yourself a ‘nice, sweet’ boy, or is this whole situation just a fabricated event designed to expose your jealousy?” Of course, the basis of her insult was true. Just not to the extremes she was taking it.
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Post by Vannessa C. R. Longbottom on Apr 21, 2009 14:46:03 GMT -8
The heat was definately rising in this cupboard. That much was evident. Espcially when she started to feel her shirt clinging to her. Now there was no way in hell that she was getting to her Quidditch Practice. Which was pathetic in a way really because she was the captain! And she was NEVER late! Joy.
“Well, actually, Longbottom, it wasn’t obvious. People don’t go running around corners at that kind of speed. But then, most people don’t push others into closets either.”
"Yeah well most people don't say 'I'm a pureblood and don't associate with pureblood traitors either."
Her voice spat back at him as she closed her eyes, trying to ignore the growing heat. And the sudden temperature rise. Sighing she kept her mouth shut and listened to him continue.
“I’m not complaining. And even if I was, I have a complete right to. You locked me in a cupboard, REMEMBER? That’s a big deal. So, yes, I might want to complain a little about my quandary. As any normal person would.”
"Yes I remember considering this situation happened a little less then ten minutes ago. Well then I guess I'm not normal because I'm not complaining. Well, I'm mature at least."
A small snicker dared threaten to come out of her lips although she kept them sealed shut so he wouldn't complain further and give her a worse headache. Although she did like the sound of his voice....LONGBOTTOM! DON'T THINK LIKE THAT! Her voice yelled at her inside her head and she mentally nodded.
“I never said I wasn’t any of those things. I am rich, noble and undoubtedly pure-blooded. And, if I strive to be perfect, to better myself, is that such a bad thing? At least I’m getting somewhere, unlike you. Befriending muggleborns and blood traitors doesn’t get you far in the real world, Longbottom.”
"What will it take to get you to see that I'M PUREBLOODED?! And you're not the only one in the school that's noble Malfoy. Honestly. And Apparantly befriending muggleborns and blood traitors does get you far in the world. Look at Professor Potter."
Her tone was smug as she turned to look at him. Groaning under her breath she switched positions and didn't notice that her shorts rode up on her leg a little bit, exposing more skin.
“I don’t have to live by my father’s expectations either. I’m living to get where I want to be.”
Nodding she did conqour with him before shaking her head. "If you don't have to live by your father's expectations, then why are you so into the 'Pureblood only thing? Wasn't that his doing?"
“Longbottom, even if that were entriely true, what business is my sexual or otherwise behaviour got to do with you? Shouldn’t you be more concerned with finding yourself a ‘nice, sweet’ boy, or is this whole situation just a fabricated event designed to expose your jealousy?”
"That's what my parents want."
Her voice whispered as she hoped he didn't hear it. But it was true. Her parents wanted her to find a nice sweet boy who agreed with her and told her she was beautiful EVERY single day of their lives. Or the one that she couldn't even argue a little bit with without him thinking she was mad at him.
"No, I don't have any jealousy!"
She exclaimed and smacked him across his chest as hard as she could. Then she leaned her head against the cool wall.
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Post by Cepheus Malfoy on Apr 22, 2009 13:25:31 GMT -8
OPEN UP YOUR MIND AND SEE LIKE ME, [/color][/font] open up your plans and man you're free.[/color][/font][/center] _____________________________________ It was a slight comfort to him to think that they were both suffering just as much as each other. If it were just him that was suffering, he’d probably have even more to shout about. Less than twenty minutes in, he’d already managed to shout and complain quite a bit. He still wasn’t happy with the situation he had found himself in. She seemed to be trying to make the best of a bad thing, like all stupid Gryffindors would do, but he found it more difficult. Why couldn’t he get stuck in a cupboard with someone he actually liked? How did they get stuck in a cupboard, anyway? If he chose to believe the words of his only companion, which he still disbelieved, something else had caused them to be shut away from the rest of the school. If it wasn’t her fault, as she determinedly claimed, what had caused it? He wanted to know. He needed to know.
He couldn’t resist fighting back, to defend himself against her many criticisms of his character. Just many criticisms of him in general really. And if she were going to insult him, he’d do the same. He had no issues with telling her exactly what he thought of her. And he had no problem with resorting to childish behaviour either, through the use of repetitive insults and censures of her personality. “Well, I suppose someone should give you credit for getting something right. You’re not normal, Longbottom. You’re possibly as far away from normal as anyone could get.” He wasn’t about to mention that it was for this reason that his attention was so often distracted by her, rather than the hundreds of other girls. He never thought about this, the reason she stood out was because his feelings of hatred ran deeper for her than any of the others, right? There couldn’t be anything else to it. It was just simple abhorrence of the girl he'd hated everyday of his school life.
Sighing as he rolled his dark eyes, for what felt like the fourteenth time, he spoke again, “Yes dear, I have actually noticed you’re pureblooded. It hadn’t escaped my attention. Do you really think I’d talk to you at all, if you were anything but?” Maybe she did have a point about the way he acted around her though, he did tend to treat her as badly, if not slightly worse in some situations, than the people he protested to hate the most – those of lesser blood. So then, why did he treat her as badly? Surely she was one of them. Except she wasn’t, she dedicated her time to being around those types of people. Something he could never comprehend. Her example was a poor one, in his opinion. To use Harry Potter, the ‘famous, chosen wizard’ to defend her premise in this argument was lost on him. He had never understood what people saw in him. “Potter didn’t do anything notable, Longbottom. He was a coward and a very lucky individual. If you think of him as a success, then I dread to think what you plan to do with your life.”
Of course, the fact that she kept moving around, forever trying to put more distance between them didn’t escape his attention either. Nor did the shape of her body, which was much clearer without the heavy robes she usually wore inside the castle. He couldn’t prevent himself glancing more than just a bit at her figure, being quite surprised. How long had it been since he’d truly looked at her properly? Years perhaps. He didn’t see her as a person any longer, let alone a girl. She was always just the opposition in their ongoing feuds. He couldn’t deny that she had a nice enough body, but the very thought of anyone ever knowing he was thinking this was sickening. He pushed these immoral thoughts down instantly, reasoning that he was just taking whatever he could get at the moment. He’d be attracted to almost any girl, while he was stuck in this cupboard. Wait, reversing slightly, did he just say he was attracted to her? That definitely wasn’t true, it was just the heat, just his hormones racing around, just anything that avoided the idea of him liking her.
A small smirk, or perhaps something of a grin, made its way onto the face of the Slytherin boy. He doubted the girl had intended to share this much information with him of all people, but now he knew, it amused him somewhat. He had something to laugh at. As usual, it was somebody else’s misfortune, but it brought an expression of delight to his face nonetheless. “You don’t want a sweet boy who would anything to declare his undying love for you? Why not? Is it not the ambition of every teenage girl to find her ‘perfect’ partner, who’d never do anything wrong, never hurt you, never do anything unless you do?" All girls seemed to want this. What was it with their flowery ideas of romance and marriage? He watched her expression carefully as he continued, “Well, if you don’t want the nice version, am I supposed to believe that someone like you would want a darker person? Going to hook up with a Death Eater, are we, Vannessa Longbottom?”
He gave something of an arrogant look at her angry outburst. “Alright, calm down. You don’t have to be so... oofft…” Being thumped randomly and so unexpectedly, he hadn’t anticipated such an attack from his company. “Shit, Longbottom! That hurt! What the hell was that about?” He was still rather offended that she found it acceptable to hit him suddenly. Still, being Cepheus Malfoy, he couldn't resist adding a last response, "As far as the sex appeal goes, Vannessa, you're not doing well. Hitting people doesn't make a good impression. You'll obviously have to work on your technique if you want to find a partner, 'good' or otherwise."
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Post by Vannessa C. R. Longbottom on Apr 23, 2009 13:11:21 GMT -8
“Well, I suppose someone should give you credit for getting something right. You’re not normal, Longbottom. You’re possibly as far away from normal as anyone could get.”
"Did you really just give somebody credit? Even though it was an insult?"
Vannessa couldn't help but finally laugh a little bit. Her mum always told her to be different. That different was alright. And her father backed her up. But now, she was thankful. For one, she couldn't stand those muggle movies called chick flicks where the same thing happened everytime just different characters and locations. Or how everything always goes PERFECT in the romance books that she had seen the other girls in her dorm read. All of that really annoyed her. Sure she could read one or two but that was it. No more than that. She wanted something interesting, exciting. Something that never got boring. Hence why she was going to be an auror when she graduated this year.
“Yes dear, I have actually noticed you’re pureblooded. It hadn’t escaped my attention. Do you really think I’d talk to you at all, if you were anything but?”
He did have a point even though she hated to admit it. He wouldn't even look at her twice if she wasn't a pureblood. However He did treat her like she was dirt sometimes. Of course, that's how Gryffindors and Slytherins were. It didn't help either that she was best friends with Rose Weasley either. And close to the Potters.
“Potter didn’t do anything notable, Longbottom. He was a coward and a very lucky individual. If you think of him as a success, then I dread to think what you plan to do with your life.”
"Yes he did! If it wasn't for him, he wouldn't have found the horcruxes, and he wouldn't have defeated Voldemort. Nobody could do it BUT him Malfoy. He didn't just get lucky. He was brave, noble, and did something worth while with his life rather than complain all the time. "Her comment was sent right to him. And a smirk was placed across her lips.
“Shit, Longbottom! That hurt! What the hell was that about?”
"Good it was supposed to."
Her smile across her lips was evident as she felt victorius for once around him! She had hurt him! She Vannessa Cordellia Riddell Longbottom had hurt a Malfoy. Hopefully it hurt his pride too.
“You don’t want a sweet boy who would anything to declare his undying love for you? Why not? Is it not the ambition of every teenage girl to find her ‘perfect’ partner, who’d never do anything wrong, never hurt you, never do anything unless you do?"
"To be honest I think that's boring. I mean yeah it's sweet, but , every girl dreams of it. I don't want to be like every single girl. I want my life to be exciting. And that doesn't really excite me."
“Well, if you don’t want the nice version, am I supposed to believe that someone like you would want a darker person? Going to hook up with a Death Eater, are we, Vannessa Longbottom?”
"No! I mean, I want someone exciting not darker.Someone who will actually argue with me instead of agree with every word I say. That would get annoying. "
Was it real?! Was she really telling how she felt for once in her life? No, she wouldn't let herself. But she was.
"As far as the sex appeal goes, Vannessa, you're not doing well. Hitting people doesn't make a good impression. You'll obviously have to work on your technique if you want to find a partner, 'good' or otherwise."
"Well hitting them shows the person that I won't be messed with. And that I'm not vunderable like the other girls."
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Post by Cepheus Malfoy on Apr 26, 2009 3:08:40 GMT -8
OPEN UP YOUR MIND AND SEE LIKE ME, [/color][/font] open up your plans and man you're free.[/color][/font][/center] _____________________________________ Studying the cupboard was quickly becoming unbearable. He had yet to reveal this to anyone, but he rather felt that he might have a mild case of claustrophobia. He didn’t wish to share this, though. He supposed he should be grateful that there were only two of them. What if there had been another person, or even more? With just another person sitting beside him, he could breathe without looking too suspicious. But, if there were several more hours to go, he wasn’t so sure it wouldn’t become much more obvious as the time progressed. At the moment, he seemed all right and he was content with pretending as much. “I can give people credit, you know. It isn’t unheard of. Strangely enough, I do have the ability to both insult and compliment. Besides, Longbottom, I’m tired of arguing. Of course, this would only apply during the time we are stuck in here, but during, I can’t be bothered to point out every flaw you might possess.”
Her mention of Harry Potter was not something that he could dismiss, however. “Is it really such an achievement to defeat one person? And despite all of Potter’s efforts it took him, what, nearly eighteen years to defeat one man. Taking it out of context slightly, it seems slightly obsessive. For instance, if I were to dedicate my life to something, or someone, it would be seen as weird and creepy. Say I had decided that I had to kill someone, and I followed him or her around everywhere they went. It has all the symptoms of being infatuated. If I were to do it, or anyone else, they’d call the person in question insane and stick them in a mental institution. But, oh, because it’s the ‘Chosen One’, he’s clearly doing the world a massive favour, so we can allow him to display behaviours that nobody else could get away with.” It was evident that the boy had a firm opinion of Harry Potter, one that had been contorted and distorted by rumours and research, but one that would be unlikely to change anytime soon. Cepheus Malfoy had grown up despising Harry Potter.
He frowned at her strong response in answer to his yelp of pain. “Well, if you did mean to hurt me, then you managed to achieve that small objection. I don’t suppose you’d like to disclose the information as to why you decided that hitting me would be amusing or meaningful? If it was just a random thought in order to cause me some temporary pain, that’s also slightly worrying. Meaning to hurt someone is quite a sadist ideal.” Actually, he’d rather not be sat next to her, at all. He didn’t particularly care what behaviour she displayed. He just wanted out. He definitely wanted to be out of this cupboard if she was going to turn out to be a weird girl with sadist actions. As he was the only other person in the tiny room, apart from her, it was him who would suffer.
But was she actually a sadist? How could he know? It had begun as a simple snap in her direction, to highlight how offended he was by her previous actions, but now it made him wonder. How much did he actually know about this girl? He liked to think he knew everybody, had already made a prejudgement at the moment of their first meeting, but even he knew deep inside that he had no idea about most peoples’ personalities or backgrounds. They just didn’t matter to him. He felt he knew whether a person was someone he cared about during the first few minutes of interaction. If they failed to impress during that time, it was constant insults and mockery coming their way for the rest of their school life.
He remembered her insult, which was directed straight at him. Of course it would be to him, whom else would she be talking to? He knew she wasn't exactly ecstatic to be sharing the tiny space with him either, but she seemed unlikely to be talking to the wall in front of her. “I don’t complain all the time, Longbottom. We’ve already been through this. I’m simply complaining a little about our current dilemma. I don’t wish to spend the remainder of this day stuck inside a cupboard.” He tilted his head ever so slightly, “And don’t apply descriptions or statements to my character that you don’t even know to be true. You know very little about me. I don’t complain constantly, I’m not always ‘an egotistical idiot’." [/b] A visible smirk appeared across his features. I don't walk around Hogwarts telling every person I meet about your bad qualities. I wouldn't, for example, walk up to the nearest person and delight in telling them that you were a terrible kisser. Or that you acted like a slut, but were unable to perform to the standard that one would want. Or explain how bad you look during the early hours of the morning.”That was true. Well, the bit about himself was more true than the latter points about her. Truthfully, he'd probably still get a sense of amusement out of defining her bad qualities to others. But he didn’t know anything about her either, making him a hypocrite, yes? He could probably count the number of things he knew about her, just using his hands. Let’s see, he knew she was the daughter of Neville and Luna. He knew that she was a Gryffindor. He knew that she was pure-blooded, just like him. He knew that she played Quidditch, like him. He knew that she played in one of the three Chaser positions. Like him. He knew that she obviously had a temper and an attitude, also like him. He’d never put these qualities together before, but they seemed to have a considerable amount in common. He instantly dismissed this idea, while glancing back at the Gryffindor, how could they have anything in common? But this train of thought also highlighted another detail; Cepheus Malfoy did not know a real thing, a personal detail about this girl. And yet he had instantly judged her. As always.
It happened before he even realized. Cepheus Malfoy was being civil to someone. And not just anybody, Vannessa Longbottom, a Gryffindor girl, who he had deemed worthy of disrespect the moment he’d seen her. He didn’t feel a need to mock or taunt her, to criticise or humiliate her. What was the point of humiliation or taunting when nobody else was around to witness it? He partially agreed with what she had said. But some of it still seemed entirely doubtful, in his opinion. “If you want exciting, why don’t you go and seek a man who has sweet qualities but excites you also? It doesn’t make much sense, though. If you don’t want a ‘good’ person and you don’t want the alternative, what is there left? I suppose you could always turn to people of your own gender..” He added the last point as an afterthought, as a brief summary of this possibility ran through his mind. “Hitting the person may show them that, but not many men are going to want a woman who could rival their strength or personality. It makes them feel somehow less masculine.” Something suddenly occured to him, "But you're not usually a strong personality, Longbottom. People use your name in sentences like 'Oh, I like her, she's so sweet. She's so nice. She's one of the nicest people I've met.' But then, for some reason, you always act differently when around myself. Would you care to venture an explanation for that?" A small grin settled on his pale features, just a slight touch of arrogance mixing with his thoughts. It was notable here, however, that it was a grin, rather than the usual smirk that she was faced with. Quite a change from his usual disapproving, conceited expressions. But still with that hint of self-importance. Ah, well, he could change. But nothing could change him that much.
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Post by Vannessa C. R. Longbottom on May 10, 2009 9:11:49 GMT -8
“I can give people credit, you know. It isn’t unheard of. Strangely enough, I do have the ability to both insult and compliment. Besides, Longbottom, I’m tired of arguing. Of course, this would only apply during the time we are stuck in here, but during, I can’t be bothered to point out every flaw you might possess.”
"Woah the world must be ending. But of course. Mr. Malfoy wouldn't dare be talk to a Longbottom who's in line for becoming an auror. That's just insanity!"
Her words were almost in a laugh towards the end. But then she felt the room getting hotter again. It was beginning to clutter her mind. And as much as she hated to admit it some of those thoughts, were of him without that shirt on. And him unbuttoning a couple of buttons didn't help matters any what so ever. “Is it really such an achievement to defeat one person? And despite all of Potter’s efforts it took him, what, nearly eighteen years to defeat one man. Taking it out of context slightly, it seems slightly obsessive. For instance, if I were to dedicate my life to something, or someone, it would be seen as weird and creepy. Say I had decided that I had to kill someone, and I followed him or her around everywhere they went. It has all the symptoms of being infatuated. If I were to do it, or anyone else, they’d call the person in question insane and stick them in a mental institution. But, oh, because it’s the ‘Chosen One’, he’s clearly doing the world a massive favour, so we can allow him to display behaviours that nobody else could get away with.”
"Okay so does that mean that you're infaturated? Because you seem obsessive to make my life a living hell, which is almost as bad as wanted to murder someone, then it seems that you carefully follow me around everywhere just to say a couple of insults."
She paused for a second as the thoughts actually began to sink into her head. Maybe , just maybe Harry Potter wasn't all that great?! STOP IT! There's no way that she could think that!!! Her parents were best friends with the Potters! She had grown up seeing Harry as an Uncle for the most part but now, how was sitting with Cepheus in a cupboard for half an hour making her thoughts slowly change?!
“Well, if you did mean to hurt me, then you managed to achieve that small objection. I don’t suppose you’d like to disclose the information as to why you decided that hitting me would be amusing or meaningful? If it was just a random thought in order to cause me some temporary pain, that’s also slightly worrying. Meaning to hurt someone is quite a sadist ideal.”
"Not if they're always trying to make your life a living hell."
Her comment was just a fact. For once it wasn't an insult or a jab but it was an honest comment. Or at least so she thought. Lately however, she had been having problems seeing him as the enemy. Although she would never EVER admit it.
“And don’t apply descriptions or statements to my character that you don’t even know to be true. You know very little about me. I don’t complain constantly, I’m not always ‘an egotistical idiot’. I don't walk around Hogwarts telling every person I meet about your bad qualities. I wouldn't, for example, walk up to the nearest person and delight in telling them that you were a terrible kisser. Or that you acted like a slut, but were unable to perform to the standard that one would want. Or explain how bad you look during the early hours of the morning.”
"As if I do! Wait, you don't?! I thought it was your life's dream to insure that my life was a living hell."
How much did they actually have in common? Well she knew that he was a Chaser on the Quidditch Team like herself. He was obviously pureblooded like herself. He was a Slytherin, she was a Gryffindor .Not too mention that they both had a certain attitude and temper. Merlin they had a lot more in common than she had thought. Maybe it was because their parents had told them they had to hate each other all this time? Was that the only reason that they had never gotten along?!
“If you want exciting, why don’t you go and seek a man who has sweet qualities but excites you also? It doesn’t make much sense, though. If you don’t want a ‘good’ person and you don’t want the alternative, what is there left? I suppose you could always turn to people of your own gender..”
"Oh please as if there are guys like that at this school. And besides I don't need a guy if it means having the picket fence and four little kids running around. That's not my idea of a perfect life. No matter how much it was for my mum. And no I'm not turning to people of my own gender! That's disgusting!!"
She shook her head and shuddered at the mere thought! She would fall in love and marry Cepheus before she would turn to people of her own gender! But really, was he all that bad?! UGh Stop it Longbottom!
“Hitting the person may show them that, but not many men are going to want a woman who could rival their strength or personality. It makes them feel somehow less masculine.”
"Well if the guy was really masculine and it wasn't just an act then he wouldn't care if the woman he loved could rival his strength or personality. I mean seriously you guys are such gits sometimes! The whole I have to be stronger thing is shit Malfoy. A woman can do anything a man can. If they couldn't there wouldn't be women aurors or death eaters now would there?"
She smiled at him after she looked away at the wall trying to hide it. And she tried to mask it with an annoyed tone.
"But you're not usually a strong personality, Longbottom. People use your name in sentences like 'Oh, I like her, she's so sweet. She's so nice. She's one of the nicest people I've met.' But then, for some reason, you always act differently when around myself. Would you care to venture an explanation for that?"
Her mouth dropped slightly as she listened to what he said.. Mainly because she was trying to find an answer to that. But instead somehow, she found herself closer to him without even realizing it, physically. With the small cupboard the more you tried to move away the closer you got, and at that moment she just happened to be sitting right beside him, her shorts almost all the way up her skinny tanned legs. Instead of saying anything, she closed her eyes and pressed her lips against his. Her lips moving against his torturingly.
Honestly she had no idea what had possessed her mind to do that but she couldn't take it anymore! The heat in the cupboard was killing her, and lust was running through her veins and she prayed that he didn't make her life a living hell afterwards. |
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Post by Cepheus Malfoy on May 17, 2009 7:49:14 GMT -8
OPEN UP YOUR MIND AND SEE LIKE ME, [/color][/font] open up your plans and man you're free.[/color][/font][/center] _____________________________________ His eyes returned the cupboard wall, unable to trust himself to remain calm, or the calmest he ever was, in this situation. Now completely focused on the detailing of the left cupboard door, he was able to concentrate on what he was thinking and feeling properly. He didn’t want any distractions. Is that what she had now become to him then? A distraction? He didn’t like this thought. He hadn’t really liked many, if any, of his thoughts since he had fallen into this stupid cupboard. It wouldn’t have been so bad, if it had just been him, but there was the ‘distraction’ in the form of another person also. The one that strangely enough seemed to be drawing ever closer to him, no matter how far they both tried to move away. How odd. Perhaps if they stopped struggling so much to create more distance between their bodies, they wouldn’t notice the frustrating element or close proximity as much? He wasn’t about to move any closer to her, however, but then he didn’t really need to be any closer. She was pretty much already as close as two people could be, allowing the small enclosed space they were sat in.
“I think you’ve highlighted one of your personal issues with that remark, Longbottom. You have a tendency to overreact, in any kind of predicament. Let us not forget that, even if you don’t like and I certainly don’t like you, we are both human beings, rather similar ones actually, and as such I am perfectly capable of going through the same actions, feelings and thoughts as you have. Therefore, yes, I am able to be ‘nice’, just when I choose to be.” Again, this was nothing but the truth. It was peculiar to think, as he looked back at the time they had spent together, he hadn’t lied to her once. He had avoided answering questions that he didn’t like, but he hadn’t actually lied to her. Did that mean he believed she was worthy of his complete honesty? Yet again that was another thought he didn’t like. Partly because it seemed so plausible right now.
"Okay so does that mean that you're infatuated?”
Her question sounded more like a suggestion that he was supposed to nod along and admit to. Her bluntness made him laugh, “Just jump in there with your suggestions, Vannessa. You can’t actually believe that I’m about to announce a deep passionate love for you, right? And people, you included in that, say I’m conceited? You’ve almost claimed that I must be in love with you, or some stupid girlish imaginative idea along that line, because I enjoy mocking you somewhat. Sounds rather arrogant to me. Sadly for you, I’m not infatuated with you, or any other girl. Women are a waste of time. I have so much more to achieve in life, I have no intention of vying for the affection of any woman. If you think you can find someone to disprove this theory, then go ahead. But, you’ll be wasting your time also. There is nobody that is worth all that trouble.”[/b] It was true, and nobody could say any differently, Cepheus Malfoy was a cynic when it came to matters of the heart and genuine love. Vannessa had been almost entirely correct when she had made the blunt comment about his attitude towards people of the opposite gender. He used girls. He couldn’t actually remember the last time that he was with a girl that meant something to him, other than a way of forgetting his problems for a short while. Now the only emotions that seemed to run around his head when faced with a female student, providing they were attractive was a great deal of lust and male hormones. Yes, he was indeed that shallow. Looks were all that mattered really. People claimed time and time again that appearances aren’t as important and that first impressions are often wrong, but when it came down to it, first impressions were the only thing one had to go on for how the pursue or not any type of relationship with the other person.
Her other comments washed over him, what was the point in arguing? With any other girl, they would have given in ages ago. Most of the stupid creatures would probably have been falling over themselves, eager to please him in any way possible. How sickening, that people were willing to lower himself or herself this much, for a person of the opposite sex. Realizing that he wasn’t going to win, he decided to let her win for the moment, and kept his possible responses firmly tied behind his mouth. If he didn’t intend to speak for a while, he was at perfect liberty to return his gaze to anything and everything around him. His surroundings hadn’t changed. Still the same tiny amount of cupboard and Vannessa still sitting beside him.
Although that changed rather suddenly. His reaction time was unforgivably slow, especially for a Malfoy. Usually, his reaction to a situation was instant, barely seconds after the action itself. She was closing the limited space between them, drawing nearer. It took him a while to comprehend what the girl was doing, and even longer to try and figure out what was happening here. However, he soon lost sight of this consciousness, the appearance of the Gryffindor being more appealing than his thoughts. His eyes were rather wide at first, but then he saw the cool colour of her eyes darken with desire. He grabbed her hand and pulled her even closer to him. He smashed his lips onto hers, kissing as he never had before, as if he wanted to consume her. After the initial shock of it he gave into the kisses. She had started this and she would let it continue. His mouth left hers, all thought having left him until this moment, but now returning, fast and in a vast amount. Oh, he was going to regret this one.[/font][/size][/blockquote]
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