Chop And Change (Sequel to The Eternal Prophecy)

Patrol Fire

        Today we all were going to home, Hogwarts. I got ready and changed into my clothes. I wore a cheetah printed top, panel trousers, nude heel pumps, and snake hoop earrings. I covered myself with a dress coat. Just then Elena came in and her eyes went wide. 

        "Whoa woman! You are all dressed up. What's the occasion?"she said.
        "Nothing. I am so gonna make the prat realise that standing up on me was his worst mistake. I'm simply gonna tease him, snog him and then dump him in the bin. He wants to be a monster, well he doesn't know that I can be far worse than evil." I replied. She simply nodded her head.

                                       ~~~~~~~~~~In The Train Ride~~~~~~~~~~~

        Harry, Ron Hermione and I sat together on the train. Elena went and sat with my family friends. Hermione was reading a book named Advanced Ancient Runes, and I read a book names pour le re'veil des morts by Victoire Mikaelson Salvatore. It dealt with how to bring back every form of the dead, including those who had undergone the Dementor's kiss. And I had big plans for the year. It was getting utterly boring in the train ride. Harry played with his invisibility cloak as well as suggested his Draco Malfoy is a Deatheater theory.
        "Don't you see. It was a ceremony. An initiation." he said.
        "Stop Harry. I know where you're going with this - " said Hermione.
        "It happened. He's one of them." said Harry. I know that the dick is one of them, and so does Elena and my family friends, but we are so not telling these three musketeers.
        "One of what?" asked Ron.
        "Harry is under the impression that Draco Dickhead Malfoy is a deatheater." I said.
        "You're barking." exclaimed Ron. "What would You-Know-Who want with a sod like Malfoy." 
        "So what's he doing in Borgin and Burke's browsing for furniture?" remarked Harry.
        "It's a creepy shop. He's a creepy bloke." said Ron.
        "Look. His father is a Deatheater. It only makes sense. Besides Hermione saw it. With her own eyes." said Harry.
        "I told you, I don't know what I saw." she said. Well I have had enough, I'll go and find Elena at the extreme end of the carriage. I took my luggage, and made my way out of the compartment, and started to walk, when somebody not only pulled me, but my luggage as well. When I started to shout. a hand was put on my mouth, making me muffle out sounds, so that nobody could hear. The person closed the door and I bit the hand when he hissed with hurt.
        "Oww. Merlin, woman. Could have warned me!" said the seductive dulcet voice. I know who this idiot is. Thomas Marvolo Voldemort Moldemort Snake man Bastard Asshole Man whore Riddle. He looked pretty pissed off. "What's your problem, first you spend hours and hours talking to some muggle and then you slap me when we meet in Diagon Alley, and now you bite my hand."
        "Should have thought that when you put your rusty hand on my mouth." I replied back.
        "Oh yeah, what wrong have I done?" he asked me. Just look at the guys audacity. First he stands up on me then he asks me what did he do? Seriously this guy's life is not so screwed. 
        "Well you" I said as I started to walk to him in a rather feline manner, "have stood up on me." I went to his face, and started to lean in so close that our lips almost brushed each other. "Then you smack my ass in Diagon Alley." Then I leaned back and licked my lips while I mentally locked the door of the compartment and shut the windows and curtains. "You kidnapped me." I whispered. I started to move away, when he did exactly as I wanted. He pulled my wrist and turned me around as he attacked my lips with his, and started to kiss me hungrily and passionately. He kissed me with love, with lust, with hunger, with passion, with want for me. But I had to play this game well. I had to make him realise my anger towards him, by standing up on me. If he had anger, I have fury, if he is evil, I am darkness, if was a player I am better. If he can kill, I can blast off souls to smithereens. 
        We battle lustfully. He went to kiss me and up and down my jaw line and my neck and returned to my lips, as he licked the bottom of my lips. But I had promised myself to tease him. And then dump him. He bit my lip and I refused, he traced my lips with his tongue, and now I took the matter into my own hands. I pulled back, causing him to frown. And that's when I attacked him. I ripped off his shirt from his body, revealing his torso, and his muscles to me. I went back to kiss him, taking him with surprise and bit his lip making him gasp, as I ran my fingers through his hair squeezing his back, bringing him closer to me. And being the sly and cunning girl that I am, I slid my tongue into his mouth, and started to explore. We battled for dominance, and this went on for a long time. I then pushed him down a bunk, and took off my coat from myself, and then straddled him, with each of my legs on each of his side, turning him on. I started to kiss his chest, running my hands down his chest, down his legs, and then running it inward his thighs, making him tensed up, slowly going near his private parts. But I did not allow him once to kiss me back, as I nibbled and bit him, making him gasp and moan out my name. Man if this much effort of mine had turned him on, wonder what will happen when I would give my fullest. But I need him to want me more. And that's when I pecked his lips and went back, putting on my uniform, right in front of him, to tease him, and tied my hair into a bun. Putting my clothes in my trunks. I took them and left the half naked man whore wanting more of me.