"You know what I think?" Harry leaned across the table. "I think you're afraid. You don't take risks like us Gryffindors." He scoffed. "Please, you Gryffindors are all wand-waving and no spell." Harry grinned, settling back into his seat. "Not me. I always follow through." "Prove it." Harry stood up and walked around the table. He leaned over Draco, one hand no his chair and the other on the table. Their faces were a mere inch apart, so close that Draco could see flecks of brown in his emerald eyes. "I don't see any follow-through," Draco taunted. And then Harry kissed him. Harry's hands fell to his shoulders so quickly that Draco teetered on his seat. Draco reached up and grabbed Harry's shirt in an attempt to catch his balance which resulted in the two boys falling to the ground with Harry on top. Harry's cheeks were red with embarrassment as he tried to get up. All he managed to do was knee Draco in the leg. Draco put his hands on Harry's hips. "Stop. Let me." In one fluid motion, Draco flipped them around so he was kneeling above Harry. "And for future reference," Draco smirked, bringing his lips down to brush against his. "I'm always on top."

"Revenge is a prejudiced view, Of a game where duo play; For thy ungenerous deeds, Shalt thou pay." I was a bit astonished to see Vittoria down there gazing at nothingness of the moonless dingy woodland. She was wearing the same black gown, but her hair was loose, hanging over her shoulders. She looked beautiful, more than the word could ever define. Her eyes were dark, it seemed the vampire grew upon her. She could've been my perfect mate... But...'The storm of expectations oft escort the air of despondency.'

each of us has a destined pair that can made you feel everything, there is someone who can make you feel everything so read this poem and just enjoy it.

"Ladies first!" He ushered me into his office then pushed me on the soft leathery couch, in which I quickly got up from. And i must say, this is one very cozy office, I could fit my whole apartment in here, right behind his desk was glass, showing off the beautiful scenery of new York City. "Woah," escaped my once sealed lips, "Like it?" He cunningly asked, prodding up to his desk then sitting down, "Hell yeah!" was my reply, "Then..." He pressed a button making the curtains cover up the view and flipping on the lights, "Have a seat!" He smiled again, my smile fell as I snapped with my teeth clenched,"I'm fine standing," "Mhh, your choice!" He hummed, nodding his head, "Coffee?" "No, I'm a tea person!" I lied. "Ohh I have tea too!" "No I'm a coffee person," I replied. His eyes peered into mine, "I'm not in the mood for games Catherine Taylor!" "ALEJANDRO VINCENTO, how do you know my name?" ************************** Ongoing Cover done by: me.