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Part CCXXIV - turing every shade of red imanganable
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Summary: we’re all used to the tales of people from new generations or the golden trio’s time or the marauders or even the founders but I’m not going to tell you when this takes place because honestly I don’t really know myself but all that matters is that she could have been in a time where people where rejoicing from the first school for witches and wizards ever or from a time of people laughing and joking about the marauders or from a time where people worship the boy who lived or from a time where people are happy many years after the war when everything seems perfect but what if it’s not well at least for one person I mean it seems like they know everyone and it’s always about someone who saves something or has some truly tragic tale or anything but what about someone who was seen but never noticed this is the diary of a girl who has friends but never felt attached to one particular person just something in common which draws them together
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I looked back at her face her glorious yet different yet beautiful yet odd purple eyes reflecting possibly the last thing she had ever seen, I looked up at the stars and gasped, every star was brighter every star was like her eyes glorious yet different yet beautiful yet odd.
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Andromeda, Bellatrix and McGonagall had fallen in love with the little girl at first glance. Those eyes gorgeous and innocent enough to melt even Satan’s heart. Rodolphus, Ted and Severus had all been gobsmacked at how something so little could be so beautiful and innocent. Dumbledore . . . well Dumbledore had been quite take with the girl. He was visibly mesmerized by her eyes, as was everyone. He treated her as if she was his own granddaughter.

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Her son was tall, and blonde. Standing at 6"2, he was the same height as Lucius, and 3 inches taller than Narcissa. His platinum-blonde hair was hanging in his face and at the top of his neck. The blonde fringe hung in his eyes, causing him to brush it out of the way every few minutes, only to have it fall back a few seconds later. He was thin, but still muscular. His strong arms and nicely chiselled chest could be seen flexing under the tight black shirt he was wearing.
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"I know, and that's what makes me pity Pansy."
"You pity Parkinson? I'm the one who has to marry that hideous excuse of a woman." shuddered Draco
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They had told him that is little sister's name was Talitha Clarabelle, and that she had the most gorgeous eyes anyone had ever seen. They were crystal clear ocean blue with a dark green tinge, and sparkled with life, mischief and intelligence.
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They had also told him why they had to give their baby up. Abraxas. Lucius had explained that Malfoy's only ever had one son, as far as history was concerned.
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After flicking through it for ten minutes or so, Talitha decided on a long-sleeved dark purple top with tight black 3/4 jeans, which had a rolled up part at the bottom, about 3 inches wide.
Grabbing a black and purple bra and panties set, she dumped her clothes on the bed and proceeded to get dressed. When she was finished, Talitha walked into her now steam-free bathroom, twirling her wand in her right hand as she contemplated a hairstyle in the mirror. With no idea after 5 minutes, she decided that she didn’t really give a toss, and waved her wand around her head. Her wet hair instantly dried into perfect, soft, sweet-smelling curls that cascaded an inch or two below her shoulders. Placing a thin purple headband on her head, keeping the rest of her hair back, but allowing her fringe to fall around her face, she stared at her reflection.
Sighing as she tucked her fringe behind her ears, Tali observed herself. Everyone at Beauxbatons had told her that she was gorgeous, but the teenager couldn’t see it. She had beautiful hair and eyes, yes, but that was the only thing she could recognise. She didn’t notice her slim figure with curvy hips and slim waist, rounded and B-sized breasts, long unblemished neck, long legs, small hands with long fingers, or her brains and beautiful personality. Being funny, smart, witty, sarcastic, loyal, brave, stubborn, hard-headed, loving, caring, friendly and beautiful is what made Talitha an all-round gorgeous person.
Her favourite part of her body was her eyes. Her entrancing, clear blue-green eyes that could melt even Satan’s heart. They radiated her knowledge, and mischievousness. But, they were also the gateway to her soul. Tali’s eyes would change colour, depending on her mood. So would her hair, but that was the perils of being an Metamorphmagus. When she was angry, her eyes and hair would gain a red tinge, the more intense the anger, the brighter the red. When she felt love and admiration, the green undertone to her eyes would become more prominent, and her usually dark hair would get a blonde tinge.
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She showered, shaved and washed her hair, using the same products as last time. Rummaging through her trunk for an outfit, she decided on a light blue strapless shirt that reached her mid-thigh and brought out her eyes even more. Under it, she wore a pair of white 3/4 jeans and a pair of white shoes, a slipper-like design with a strap going across the top of the foot.
She then wrapped a white belt around her waist and tied up her curly hair in a ponytail with a piece of white elastic, before tying a bow around it with a strand of white ribbon. Sitting down at her desk and pulling her jewellery box towards her, Tali opened the beautiful little wooden box and pulled out a silver necklace, the pendant of a butterfly. Clasping it securely around her neck, the teen stood up and went to collect the rest of her unpacked stuff. Namely the things she used for the shower, her jewellery box and her book that she was reading the night before. After doing a double-check of the room and finding nothing, the teen headed downstairs for breakfast leaving her packed trunk on the bed.
“Morning, Mia. How are you feeling? Oh, my! You look gorgeous!” gushed Annabelle once she had turned around from the stove.
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McGonagall had trouble repressing a small smile, her eyes twinkling with amusement.
"Professor?"
"Yes, dear?"
"Is it true that Sirius used to flirt with you? When he was a student here?"
The older woman smiled, lost in memories. "Yes, he did. Although, he was always joking. It was amusing, to say the least. Even if I wasn't allowed to show it. Who told you about that, anyhow?"
"Remus explained it after Sirius called you 'Minnie' one time."
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Pulling her wand out of her bottoms, she stepped out from under it, and whispered a spell.
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The dark features and skin made sense when he had informed Tali that he was African.
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His daughter could be a wholesome young girl, who liked her modesty, even if it was a lost cause, seeing as she was so beautiful. Talitha could be the type of girl to run around the Manor, barefooted and in jeans, with her iPod blaring full-force. Oh, yes . . . he knew about them. ‘Ingenious invention’, according to his niece, Nymphadora.
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Hermione, Ginny and Pansy all had their wands out, 5 girls behind the Pug too.
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Pansy raised her chin slightly, but Tali saw right through her pompous charade. “Yes.” she spat.
“Didn’t I tell you that if you ever said that again, I’d make you regret it?”
The brunette/redhead smirked evilly when she saw fear flicker through the other girl’s eyes. If she had have been looking at the other people in the room, she would’ve noticed Draco, Blaise and Snape watching her very closely. “I’ve been at the end of every horrific curse on this earth. Do you really want me to try them on you?”
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“Merda.” ((Shit.))
A/N: 'Merda' is 'shit' in Italian. In case you forgot from earlier in the chapter, Blaise has Italian heritage.
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“You don’t remember?” Draco asked slowly and quietly.
The brunette (with pink streaks) shook her head. “No. And why is everyone so reluctant to tell me?” Just then, a flash of pain erupted from the tops of her thighs, a feeling she knew entirely too well. “Again? Raped . . . again?”
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Hermione had bought her friend a change of clothes to wear the night before, choosing dark blue hipster jeans and a baby blue three-quarter sleeve button-up blouse. She clipped the gorgeous bracelet that she had bought at the start of the year over her left wrist, the pretty blue-green gems shining in the morning light. Her long, bouncy curls were in a high ponytail, the seemingly-permanent streaks of lime green matching her outfit nicely. Tali had no idea what the colour meant, and reminded herself to ask Sirius about it the next time she saw him.
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Hermione Granger was tired of being known as a know-it-all bookworm with a bush of nettles for hair in the halls of Hogwarts. She was irritated with all of the whispers behind her back that if she focused less on studying and more on her appearance that she would at least look decent enough to attract either Ron Weasley or Harry Potter.
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Instead of writing down notes and important things to remember about dragon claws she wrote about things she could do over the summer to change her appearance.
A few minutes passed while Hermione furiously scribbled down muggle magazine titles. Her beauty notes, as she mentally titled them, now spanned 3 full pieces of parchment, complete with color coding and a tiny sketch of Ginny Weasley.
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Hermione sarcastically laughed and proceeded to straighten out her notes. “Anyway, Ginny, would you mind helping me? I’d like to become... I’d like to be more feminine.” The brunette braved a glance at Ginny and was surprised to see a smile.
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When Hermione felt she was done with the pictures she took out the list that she and Ginny made in the library about feminine clothing. Quickly scanning the insides of her closet, she decided that ninety eight percent of it had to go. So, she started by taking the first items she saw and throwing them on the floor:
Furry sweaters with odd patterns? She threw them on the floor.
Long straight skirts? She threw those on top of the odd sweaters.
Grandma-like dresses? She threw a few of those onto the pile.
Baseball t-shirts in every color? Definitely thrown onto the floor.
Bell bottom jeans? Thrown away.
Statement t-shirts? She threw all but one away (this one stated: I AM BOSS).
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When Hermione was done 2 hours later she stepped back to enjoy her handiwork. Her closet was fat, fat with tube dresses from Topshop, skinny jeans by Stella McCartney, leggings by Alice + Olivia, tweed coats by Lela Rose and anything and everything trendy found at Neiman Marcus, Barney’s and Saks Fifth Avenue. She squealed with delight as she excitedly ran to take pictures of her new and upgraded closet. Hermione was so glad that her parents were dentists as no one could really afford brand name clothes at Hogwarts sans a certain platinum blonde male.
The brunette was so excited that she even took out a light blue Abaeté dress from the ready-to-wear 2008 spring collection to wear in her room. As soon as she kicked the clothing bags inside her closet she opened a smaller bag filled with 2 pieces of jewelry. From David Yurman, she took out a silver Cable Heart Necklace, and from Juicy Couture she bought a pair of Puffed Crown Stud earrings. She put her jewelry away in their respective boxes and hid them in a drawer in her closet.
Finally, the brunette took out 2 bags filled with all kinds of shoes that nobody would’ve expected her to wear. She bought two pairs of heels from Lela Rose as they had bows on them, she bought some ivy snap boots from Loeffler Randall, and at least five pairs of flats by Marc Jacobs and Corso Como. Lastly she put away a pair of trainers, from Nike, for her everyday shoe.
Exhausted as she was, she still had enough time and energy to look through Elle Décor and bookmark styles she wanted for her room.
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“Beauxbatons…..Fluer Delacore!”
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“The gods and goddesses of ancient Greece are real, Draco.” Alice murmured.
“Wha?”
“They have children with mortals known as halfbloods. Those kids are like monster bait. They have to be defeated by us. I’ll prove it.” Alice informed him. A figure in the shadows grinned.
She grabbed her ruby ring (her birthstone) and it seemed to explode into a deadly looking sword, glinting. Her tiny bracelt transformed into a shield with horrific battle scenes; enough to scare Hades.
“Oh.” Draco said. He kissed her passionately.
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(the fics summary)
THE SUMMARY HAS CHANGED A LITTLE BECAUSE I THOUGHT IT WOULD FIT DIFFERENT WITH THIS SUMMARY: SO SHE CAUGHT HIM...BUT WAS IT REALLY HIM? IS HE GAY...OR DOES HE STILL LOVE HER? DRAMIONE...IF YOU DONT LIKE I DONT CARE
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"Draco! How the hell do you think I feel!" Hermione was yelling, "I mean I caught you with her on the day before Valentines Day!!!!"
"Who gives a shit! I was fuckin' drunk! What did you cook us some romantic candle-lit dinner that I was suppose to eat with you?" He was being sarcastic but it was true!
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Hermione didn't know it but she had tears slowly coming down her face.:'(
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"You think he's phsco because he's my boyfriend:'O Ron!" She yelled and ran from the room.
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Disclaimer: Sadly I only own the idea
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"Ay, Blaise, can I have a word with you?" Draco asked his very close friend.
"Yeah, sure. What do you need?" Blaise was tieing his sneakers.
"Well, it's Hermione. You know when you decided to be me for Valentine's Day, and you were shagging Pansy? Yeah, well she saw you guys!
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"You is the budda, budda!" and with that Blaise ran to the castle yelling "YOU CAN'T CATCH ME! YOU CAN'T CATCH ME!!!AHHHH...you caught me!"
They ran into the Grand Hall (or whatever that is) together looking VERY fruity (don't worry girls, this is NOT a slash fic) and Draco's face was finally full of color ever since last week.
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"What I meant is- Oh just come on out here and we'll explain!" Blaise said turing every shade of red imanganable(how ever you spell that).
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Stupid Malfoys, always having to be so damn mysterious! I can hardly stand it myself!
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At first we were sceptical about trusting him. He was doing research for a book and wondered if a vampire could be given magic. I volunteered to help him. Carlisle didn’t want me to but I assured him it was fine and I went with the man. He wanted to see if an aging potion could turn back the time mixed with magic for a certain period of time. A vampire would then be able to live life from a certain age to a certain age. This man wanted to see if I could experience magic through out the school years.
“I allowed this man to put magic in me and it worked. I was eleven years old again. This man said his name was Amos Diggory,” Hermione’s mouth fell open in shock. “Yes, surprising isn’t it. A Ministry official doing something as that. Well, he adopted me for seven years. My family didn’t live too far away, in fact their house was close to the Weasleys and Diggory’s.
“Carlisle kept a watch on things near Amos while I went to Hogwarts. I was able to live like a human. Eat your food, sleep, and I was able to learn magic. However, every full moon, unexpectedly, I would get my vampire urges, just as a werewolf would. I would go, drink the blood of some animal, I stayed clear of the unicorns and those rare ones, and then I would go back to a normal boy.
“Everything was going fine. By the end of my seventh year I would turn back to a vampire and everything would be fine. Until the triwizard tournament.
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“Exactly, when the Avada Kedavra hit me, it didn’t kill me. It gave the illusion I was dead. I was unconscious and my magic was wiped out of me. I was my normal seventeen year old self I am right now. As the effects of the spell wore off, my body was unconscious while my mind wasn’t. I couldn’t move but I knew exactly what was going on. I wish I could’ve helped Harry, I really do.”
“How do you explain the Prior Incantato?”
“That was the magical me coming out of the wand, not the real me.”
“So what you’re saying is… you’re a vampire who was discovered in the Wizarding world and asked to help with an experiment. You went through seven years of magical lesson just to lose the magic in the end… and now your life is back to normal while Harry, Ron and I went through hell?”
“You make is sound so easy, you have no idea how hard it is to be a vampire,”
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Author's Notes: (..) This is actucally kind of based on my own experience. The movie iTwilight/i gets me really turned on. My boyfriend and I have definately been using that to our advantage. *wink*
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Hermione was not sure what about this movie that always turned her on. It was like an aphrodisiac to her. She had a strong feeling that Sirius has suggested to put it on because he knew what would happen. Always, at the end when the couple finally had their happily ever after, she'd roll over on top of Sirius, straddling his hips and begin to ride his clothed crotch which naturally led them to having hot, wild sex.
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I was dressed in my favorite magenta dress with a very low neckline, showing off my cleavage, and a low back as well. Even with my black platform heels on, the skirt still kissed the floor, and the extra inch dragged behind me. The dress hugged my curves, and had a silky feel to it. I loved it because it made me feel extremely feminine.
With my favorite perfume on my neck and my straight dark hair hanging perfectly down my chest, I thought I would get more attention.
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My parents forced the mark on me as a child; therefore, I had it on my hip.
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"Well, after her father died, her mother was short to follow. She's been floating around ever since. Lives in the pub if I'm not mistaken. I've seen her I think. She has a few burn marks and I'd not wish to tell you hicky's," his eyes twinkled. "She's so ery young and vulnerable though. Seventeen, this winter." Molly nodded and said, "she shares Fab's birthday." Dumbledore nodded and Arthur's arm was soon around Molly's shaking form. "Albus, what have you come to tell us this for though. No doubt its wonderful news but, is there a specific reason?" Dumbledore nodded and Molly looked at him, her eyes already red and puffy. "Fabian, left you and Arthur full custody of this child. She's now yours." He smiled.
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his gave Mrs Weasley a good chance to inspect her closer. Her hair was long, only half parted and pulled into a clip so there was a poof in front. Her forehead was covered with a fine sheen of sweat and you could now see her makeup shining. It was completely shimmering and her bright red lipstick was to die for on her perfectly plump lips. Her long earrings cascaded down and a long black chain hung loosely round her kneck, Molly noted it had a picture of Fab on it. Her shirt lifted her breast high and showed way to much cleevage and it was woven down the front like a fine stitch. Her jeans were extremely tight and complimented her low back. Her heels were high and the thin leather laces wrapped around her calves and wove up to her knee like snakes. She smiled brightly, clearly comfortable in this appearance. Molly paid no attention to Arthur's mouth agape. Whether it was the dissappointment or prostitute look, would only be known by Arthur.
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She rested her elbows on her knees and layed her chin in her hands, then sat there, staring at him in an almost seducing way. He cleared his throat quickly and said, "I came up to get you. Albus said, to bring your things." She rolled her eys and replied, "of course." "Wel, whats that supposed to mean?" "I knew I was going with you I'm not stupit. Do I look dumb to you? Do I look neive?" He backed off and shook his head. "I didn't think so." She slung her back overher shoulder quickly and stalked past him, head and God knows what else in the air. He caught the scent of leather and grime as she walked past and remebered exactly that was Fabian's colone. He shook it of though and straightened his shirt, he was now sweating deeply. He'd be damned it that girl wasn't part veela. This was going to be a hard one.
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She needed a talking to. 1) that wasn’t right to have said. 2) Well, Arthur didn’t really know two