It Started With a Smile
4 ~ Foiled Plans
Another *blasted* cold shower! Harry was still working out with Trowa when practice was finished. And I swear he was flirting *again*!
He belongs to *me* dammit! He should know better!
“What!?!“ Dammed First years! Act like they've never seen somebody hex a staircase before.
Perhaps he does know and is trying to make me jealous. How very. . .Slytherin of him.
Slytherin of him? Where did that come from? *shakes head* No. No more stray thoughts!
Must strategize!
First: I mustn’t give in to lust!
Second: Use the vixen’s own strategy against him.
Third: Take vixen without mercy, and have him *beg* for release!
There! That wasn’t so hard. Now, how to implement it. . . Hmm.
Ambush him in the hall and drag him into the prefects’ bathroom!
NO! No!! Must. Not. Give. In. To. Lust!
Merlin! How can he be so calm and collected! I can’t do this!
Okay. . . new plan.
Ignore Harry.
I can do that.
Damn him and those muggle clothes! *drool* Saturday. A dress down day. Tight leather pants and a green silk shirt barely buttoned to conceal the smooth chest beneath.
The whole hall followed him to his seat, captivated.
Did she. She tried to. Oh, That slut! Relena the dammed transfer student from Hell.
I’ll hex her six ways from Sunday! Bitch won't know what hit her.
This means war!
Ignoring him doesn’t work! Time to implement plan C.
One problem. . . what is plan C?
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