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Infamous Sirius. B Chapter 1
It was a beautiful, late autumn morning with sunny, clear skies for the students and staff
of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Most of them had yet to experience the
sight and smell of morning dew glass and wild flowers swaying softly in the light breeze
which surrounded their castle shaped school, for they were just waking up and getting
dressed in their uniforms for a new day of classes.
One of these magical students went by the name of James Potter; a mischievous boy of
remarkable talent that he was known throughout the school for misusing. He woke up,
stretching his lean figure and scratching his head full of short wild black hair. Taking his
glasses from the bedside table, he placed them on his nose and sat up, scanning the room
sleepily with his hazel eyes.
His friend Remus Lupin was already up and about, fixing the tie of his uniform so that it
was just a bit loose around his neck. His light brown hair was neatly brushed, though no
matter what the boy did to brush his
CAN'T WE ALL JUST GET ALONG(One-shot , Rating: T)
Genres: Drama, Young Adult
Warnings: Strong Language and Violence
Characters: Harry, Hermione, Dumbledore, Draco, Pansy, OC
Pairings: Draco/Hermione, Draco/Pansy
Feedback: This Bunny jumped up and bit me in the arse while I was writing something else and wouldn't let go until this was complete. Is always appreciated that you comment. Flames however, will be given to my two snakes to chew, play, tail-whip and maim as they see fit.
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"Get out of my way you filthy mudblood whore!" Shout out Pansy Parkinson. I didn't even know what I did, but she must have thought I did something.
"What are you talking about Parkinson?" I asked her, still not fully understanding.
"Well, what is there to say? First of all, you got Pothead and Weasel Boy at your every command, but if that's not enough, you still had to tempt my Drakie!" she shouted, very enraged.
"I DID WHAT? Why in bloody hell would I want Malfoy? You
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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