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Post by userx on Oct 26, 2009 20:45:51 GMT
Why was he telling her things that she already knew? "Yes, I am aware that you can't control me, since I was the one that told you that. Nobody can control me. And your point doesn't stand as nothing you have said, as of yet, has anything to do with bettering myself, and considering I'm not actually stupid, as you have now called me, twice, I'd prefer if you refrained from using the term again. Or I'll resort to using the nice-so-pretty names I have for you in my head." [/color] Again, the sweet smile graced her pale face, as she continued to half-heartedly gaze at him. Gaze, was perhaps a stronger word, than was appropriate. Look, maybe was more suitable. "What are you doing with your arm?"[/color] she asked, surprising herself as she spoke. Of all the questions she could have asked, this was one she did not see herself posing. It seemed so unimportant, so random. "Knowing you, you could have been describing anything. I was just checking. Judging by how much you've managed to twist everything else, I wanted to be sure that you weren't going to twist this too."[/color] She failed to fill him in on what she had thought he might be suggesting. Because, to tell the truth, he probably had never even thought on that matter. Maybe it was just her mind, jumping to conclusions. Studying his expression carefully, as though hoping to find some sign in his facial appearance, she paused, allowing herself a few more seconds to think before replying, "It's not entirely personal.."[/color] she began, "A relationship with any of the boys at Hogwarts would be dissatisfying. But, of course, I'd sooner have most of them than you. A relationship with you would be..."[/color] she hesitated, searching for the perfect word to describe such a sitution, "...dire."[/color] The insults just wouldn't stop. It was like she felt that he deserved all of them. He had annoyed her, and now she felt a need to fight back. "I'm pretty certain you were joking. You don't strike me as the relationship type anyway, Weasley. Although I can't say I believe that you're some kind of heartbreaker."[/color] She laughed at the last part, as though honestly believing that it was impossible for girls to want him in that way. And, no, she wasn't fiercely repressing any thoughts of him in that way. "I can assure you, that would never happen. So I think, we should all stop talking about your naked body. Especially at this time in the morning. It's weird, to say the least."[/color] He seemed to have changed tactics, somewhat, she noticed, agreeing with a few of the last few of her statements. This confused her all the more. "And I am nowhere near as cocky as you, Weasley. Have you seen the size of your ego? It outstretches my own by far. I'm allowed to state the truth. Admitting my looks is merely that. To say that you were good-looking, for example, would be a bit of an overstatement."[/color] [/blockquote]
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Post by dan on Oct 26, 2009 21:24:35 GMT
Chris pretty much ignored Jas's entire speech untill she got to the part with the names in her head "Awwh, you've got me in your head" He said with a smile knowing it would annoy the crud out of her but to be honest Chris was slowly getting bored of annoying Jas, it was kind of.. easy. Chris laughed slightly when she asked what he was doing with his arm "Im stretching, you should stretch some time, it feels great" he said then swapped arms and began to do the same thing with it. "so.. what did the throwing of the rock feel like?" he asked as he stopped stretching at let both his arms just dangle by his sides.
Chris listend to her and let out a laugh at the word 'dire' "You realize with a bit of 'es' that becomes desire" Chris then gave her a small wink and sat down on the grass like he had been before Jas had even arrived. "Your right i was joking, i dont do relationships, and hey ive broke a girls heart, she was called Muse" Chris thought back but then cut the thought from his mind as it was realy.. for lack of a better word annoying. "If you see her, ask her, she'll probably have a fit over just my name" Chris said scratching his head.
"Your right.. i prefer to get naked at night" Chris said with a smirk "Naa im just kissing, i put pj's on" Chris then lay down on the grass and looked up at Jas, if she was wearing a dress he probably would have a great view of her underwear.. well if it was windy. "Well everything about e is pretty big" Chris said with a wink and a smirk. He loved twisting words and then he said "you are good looking i'll give you that but im good looking too, ask that girl Muse.. she seemed to think so... she freaks me out slightly though" [/size]
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Post by userx on Oct 26, 2009 22:15:56 GMT
Her blonde hair blowing in the wind, she chose to ignore this irritation. If she could put up with Christopher Weasley, a bit of bad weather wasn't going to ruin her. She gave a small sigh, but with less annoyance in her tone than before, "I think we both know that wasn't what I meant. And you claim you're not that arrogant?" [/color] Even she could see that the 'novelty' of irritating her was slowly wearing off, something that she was deeply grateful for. Honestly, she didn't know why he hadn't been more welcoming to begin with. She might have treated him civilly, if he had acted differently towards her. But then, it was too late to think how the start of any future relationship might be, he had already made a distinctly mixed impression. "Honestly?"[/color] she asked, all traces of coldness vanishing from her voice, "It was quite liberating. I wouldn't say I get real satisfaction from generally throwing random objects, but yes, you were right. It is good for releasing anger."[/color] She turned away, glancing around, once more, thankfully the younger student had now vanished from her view. If any more boys like that came near her, she'd gladly throw a stone at their heads and all. Or maybe a good old-fashioned punch. It worked so well for her mother, all those years ago, after all. Why not follow in her example? If she was going to punch anyone, however, there were other people who were at the top of the list, even above sex-crazed kids. "This doesn't mean you're right about anything else though."[/color] she added confidently. "Do you realise that you think more of yourself than any other boy I've met? What other normal person even thinks of that? Only you would think of that."[/color] She shook her head, her long hair falling in her eyes again, "You've broken a girl's heart? Already? What on earth did you do to the poor girl?"[/color] she asked, rather incredously. It was only a few days into the new school year. How did he manage to ruin things for someone else this fast?Or course, given their present conversation, she couldn't help but see why someone might be upset by his weird behaviour. "And more to the point - why are you sharing these sordid details with me? What makes you think I care about who fancies you, or what consequences arise as a result?"[/color] An eye roll followed as he continued to explain about his habits, "I thought we'd already agreed to forget about you being naked, regardless of what time it was?"[/color] She really didn't care whether he slept naked, or otherwise, she didn't want to think about it. What if they dwelled on it too long and she started to think about it more also? The thought alone was scary enough. "Well, Weasley, I'm glad your feeling of self-importance is that that you choose to view yourself in that light, obviously I have yet to actually meet anyone else who does also, but.."[/color] [/blockquote]
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Post by dan on Oct 27, 2009 10:15:19 GMT
"Ok i was joking chill... but you do have me in your head" Chris said with a smirk, he knew she was definitely thinking of him, because you couldnt talk to someone without thinking of them, which also meant Chris was thinking of her, which in all fairness he was. "ok so im a little arrogant but if you got to know me we would probably get along.. but i guess your not willing to let that happen" Chris said with a shrug, it was kind of hard to shrug as he was lying down.
"See, sometimes im not so foolish" Chris said with a smile then laughed at her added comment. "ok im willing to admit i wasnt correct about some things, but you have to admit i am write about some things" chris then smiled and sat up as the ground wasnt as comfortable as he had first thought it would be. "Yes, only i would think of that, because im more Witty then any boy you have ever met too" Chris said with a smirk, he liked annoying this girl but sometimes she didnt make it too hard, he was considering to stop annoying her and try to befriend her.
"Your going to ask the girl to be honest because im a bit confused about that myself" Chris admitted with a small laugh then said "Yeah but i bet you've broke many a heart huh?" Chris figured that Jas was the kind of girl who wouldn't realy be into relationships, maybe she would be into having some fun with a guy and then she would probably just move onto the next guy, in that sense she was the female version of Chris. "Honestly, i dont know.. " chris paused a moment "Maybe you would want to know im single, or maybe i have commitment issues and this is my secret way of asking for help or maybe.. maybe i just find you cute so i have to try and explain that im free.. or maybe its just random" Chris was making up what he said as he went along, he wasnt realy sure why he was speaking about him breaking Muse's heart.
"Ok no more nakedness" Chris said with a laugh then listend to what she had to say.. she stopped on but.. thats a sentence connector "But what?" he asked her curiously, woundering what it was she was going to say and why it was she had stopped herself from saying it. [/size]
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Post by userx on Oct 27, 2009 11:48:56 GMT
"A joke.." [/color] she repeated, as though unaccustomed to such an idea. "Have we not previously established that I don't appreciate the kinds of 'jokes' shared amongst most other students, Christopher?"[/color] Using his first name added to her point, somehow, and no, it didn't matter that even she wasn't entirely sure of the point she was making. Her point was still as valid, to her, as it had been when it had been waiting in her head. So what if it sounded slightly different when it was actually out in the air? It was still... alright, she could admit that it wasn't as good as it had been. But this admission was staying purely inside. She couldn't help but laugh at his next response, "Oh, you're a little bit arrogant, are you? That's alright then. I'd hate to see someone you deemed incredibly conceited."[/color] "I never said you were stupid or foolish."[/color] Her statement was simple, but then wasn't there the whole Muggle English thing about making the sentence shorter and snappier, in order to get your point across? Well, if even if she'd got it completely wrong, which she highly doubted, she was sticking with shorter sentences. She was less annoyed now, because his taunts and criticism seemed to be wearing off now, she felt herself warming, ever so slightly, more towards him. "And do you always insist on starting almost every sentence with the word 'okay?' Or is that just special treatment for me?"[/color] Unable to prevent herself from laughing, she did so, at his next claims. "I think that's a bit of an exaggerated statement to make, when you haven't met all of them, Weasley. Who said the people I don't regularly hang around with aren't as witty, even more so?"[/color] Although, when one thought about the sombre types that she tended to be friendly towards, it didn't bear well for holding her pretence. This needed arguing no further. They didn't seem the type to be witty. She sighed, knowing he had won, at least this part, "Alright, maybe you are quite witty. I still can't say all of your 'humour' appeals to me though."[/color] Holding back her disbelief, for all of what - it must have been the giddy time of a minute, she smirked, "I don't know what you're trying to gain, or think you'll get from any kind of relationship with me, Weasley, but you're going to have to impress, in order for me to even consider that."[/color] Shrugging her blonde hair, she questioned him again, "Why do you seek a friend in me? Being friends with the Headmistress's daughter? Not exactly up there on the cool list, is it? Or are you hoping she'll be more lenient, if you were to claim friendship with her offspring?"[/color] She raised an eyebrow, as though daring him to disagree with her suggestions. Frowning once more, as he began to detail his effects on younger girls, she felt no need to interrupt and ask anything else. She didn't care, as she had to remind herself a few times throughout his speech, and to say something right there and then, would have been suggesting that she did. She definitely didn't want him to get that impression. Merlin only knew what he'd do with that kind of information. "If what you said was true, then I don't think the laughter really helps the situation. If that girl lo.."[/color] She broke off, unable to say that word. It was a horrible word. She didn't want to think about it. Ever. It didn't exist. There was only like and lust. "Oh, I'm so sorry. Yes, I should have confessed my undying adoration for you, since the start, Weasley. Yes, you're right. This was all some misguided, hopeless attempt to win your heart. I'm so glad you're single. Really, that's made my day."[/color] She rolled her eyes, unable to keep up with the amount of sarcasm in the last two sentences. "I'm not a heartbreaker. I don't stay long enough to make that deep an impact. And even if I was, I wouldn't be sharing those details with you, of all people."[/color] A genuine smile of amusement came to her face, with the last part of conversation, "Seriously, you think I'm the one to help others, in general, let alone with commitment issues?"[/color] Escaping her initial amazement that he was that interested in what she had just said, she frowned at his query. "But nothing.. Why would there be anything else? I wasn't about to admit that I'd like to shag you or anything, was I?"[/color] Okay, that was a bit strong, even to make her point. To say that, was like admitting that she'd actually thought about at some point. And he'd pick up on that. Of course he would. [/blockquote]
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Post by dan on Oct 27, 2009 12:39:42 GMT
Chris smirked slightly "Oh come on everyone likes a joke, i mean just look at my face, thats a joke enough" Chris said with a smirk he was just trying to make her smile or laugh.. but not in a cruel way like she would probably laugh at him usualy. "Yep.. well i guess i am a lot arrogant but.. sue me" Chris said with a smirk standing back up so he was face to face with her.. well face to chest as he was taller then her. "Oh come on you can hardly say you've never been a bit arrogant" Chris said with a smirk.
"You never said it but you were thinking it" Chris said with a shrug before adding "and if you wasnt thinking it then thanks" then he flashed her a grin but son after looked around to see if anyone was watching.. nobody seemed to be around maybe its lesson time Chris thought but he didnt care he would rather talk to Jas then go to a lesson. "I dont allways start sentences with ok... its just a habit ive picked up somewhere" he said honestly he was now going to make sure he started less sentences with ok because the habit had snuck up on him and he hadnt even realized untill he was just told.
Chris was about to say something about him being whittier then most of her friends when she kin d of said it for him "Thank you and dont worry, you'll get used to my humor nd then you'll grow to love me" he smirked slightly at the last bit, he knew that she would probably object to that but he didnt mind he was just joking and messing around with Jaslene's brain, it was his favorite thing to do, mess with peoples brains.
"Oh you want impressing, just show up to a quidditch match and you'll get your impressing" Chris said with a smirk, he was a good beater just like his father had been before him but Chris didnt have the advantage of having a twin as the other beater. Chris knew a few tricks that he would often use to show off a little in the middle of a quidditch game, alot of them involved flips and only holding onto the broom with one hand. "Have you ever thought that maybe i dont care what people think, i dont care if people think im cool or not, i care what i think, and i think that you and i could get along if we gave it a chance" Chris said with a smile he was happy of what he had said and was sure he couldnt word it better.
"If that girl what?" chris asked curiously then paused a moment realising what she was going to say "Loved me?" he asked then paused a moment realising why it was sh hadnt said it "I thought i had problems, you cant even say the word love, dont you believe in it?" he asked then laughed and said "Friendship and Love, two things you dont beleive in and two things i strive for, maybe you could learn a lot from me" Chris said then smirked, he did strive for friendship and love, mainly because one of his biggest fears was being alone in life.
"See it wasnt that hard was it?" Chris joked then added "If you want my heart then you can have it, but give it me back as i may need to lend it to someone else soon after" of course he was joking but he was sure it would annoy her and he want realy going to stop untill she either admitted she liked him as a friend.. or possibly more. "Oh you may not realise but you've broke someones heart, you just might not know who's" Chris said with a small nod then laughed at her last comment "Okay maybe you not the best person to help me, but if we help each other im sure we could pretty much do anything".
"WOAH there!" Chris said with a smirk "Who said anything about sex?.." Chris asked then stopped to think for a while "Have you.. you've been thinking about it havent you.. even i didnt think of it" Chris said with a smirk as he shook his head slightly "Your getting way too ahead of yourself if you think id even consider sleeping with someone i havent even kissed" [/size]
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Post by userx on Oct 27, 2009 13:55:37 GMT
Once she had started to accept some of the things he was saying as true, she found herself almost desperately clinging to anything else that she was able to dispute. So, in a way, it was obvious whether he’d made a good argument, or not, based on whether she made an attempt to disagree. She wouldn’t bother if she had no chance of arguing her point of view. ”No, I think you’ll find that not everybody likes a joke, otherwise I wouldn’t be standing here, acting as living proof, would I? And besides, what I think you meant to say was that everyone enjoys a good joke.” [/color] She emphasised the penultimate word, stressing her opinion of him as a joker. It generally wasn’t working for her. In fact, apart from a small few times, the majority of the time when she had laughed, was probably when he hadn’t actually done the thing in question intentionally. It was mean, yes, but Jaslene could not help but laugh at other peoples’ misfortune. Kids falling over and running into things. She was sixteen now, but that stuff had never failed to amuse her since being a young girl. There was just something naturally humorous about seeing a person fall over. ”What if I don’t want to get used to your weird sense of humour? Are you then going to force it upon me, against my will?”[/color] She was generally curious to see how he would respond to her refusal to love his sense of humour, which was still seriously lacking in several parts, in her opinion. Although, if it was an entirely honest opinion, he was already becoming slightly more appealing, as time progressed. Her initial hostility was dying down, admittedly, one would have to be very observant to notice it, but slowly, she was giving in. Maybe in another ten minutes, she’d actually have a normal conversation. She put this thought at the back of her head, doubting it. Rolling her eyes, for what seemed like the umpteenth time, she spoke again, "Maybe I don’t like Quidditch. And what makes you think I’d come to watch you, even if I did?”[/color] This was a lie, but he didn’t know this. Jaslene was talentless at playing the wizarding sport herself, but she had always rather had a thing for a boy who was good on a broom. "How are you planning to impress me instead?”[/color] This boy finally admitted he was arrogant, something she had been fully aware of since he had first spoken to her. There was just a sense of self-importance emitted from his person. It was fine for her to be arrogant, yes, but other people? It was a quality she rarely tolerated. A person would have to be incredibly important to her, before she was able to overlook their faults. Of course, sometimes, these faults would still irritate her. She wasn’t fond of some of the stuff her family did. But then there was that whole unconditional thing. "Excuse me,”[/color] she started, with a hint of indigence in her voice, as she addressed the boy again, "You have no evidence to even suggest that I have problems, which I obviously do not. Even if I had problems, which I don’t, you have no right to point them out.”[/color] She turned away from him, focusing on the tree again, "I never said I don’t believe in friendship. And I’m perfectly capable of saying.. that word. Maybe I just choose not to. Did you ever consider that possibility, Mr. Wit?”[/color] She folded her arms across her chest, feeling the full force of the autumn breeze, for the first time. Why had she been as stubborn as to walk around Hogwarts, in this weather, wearing nothing but a mere shirt and skirt? "Of course I don’t want your heart. You’re perfectly free and able to give your stupid heart to any idiotic girls you meet. Maybe try to be a bit more sensitive next time though, Weasley? Otherwise, you’ll soon work yourself up an unfavourable reputation in that aspect of your life.”[/color] Just like the majority of girls in Slytherin, she couldn’t help but think. Honestly, were boys worth that much trouble and effort? She had never found reason to believe so. They were just the opposite sex. Some people really were so one-track minded. Not like her, of course. She was always so sweet and thoughtful, with various different things on her mind; the fact that they all seemed to relate back to herself didn’t matter. Slytherins and Gryffindors were both known for thinking a considerable amount of themselves. It was no wonder her company had such an ego. "And stop just quoting some random happy things to me, alright? This is not some weird ‘care and share’ time. I don’t appreciate cheesy stuff being quoted to me. The next time you’ll be using some sad Muggle chat-up lines..”[/color] His reaction to her last part would have made any girl react differently. Of course he’d observed that last line. Who wouldn’t? She had randomly brought in sex into the conversation. Fighting her urge to mutter, she continued to talk, aware that she was now blushing quite violently, whilst trying to take back what she had just said. "I didn’t mean.. I was merely trying to prove my point.”[/color] With a bit of her usual attitude inflicted in her voice, "Of course I haven’t been thinking about you like that. And you must be joking if you think I’d ever let you kiss me.”[/color] She had some of her vivacious behaviour back, automatically denying his claims. "Don’t tell anyone about this, Weasley. Or I will punch you.”[/color] Still unable to completely rid herself of those pink cheeks, she turned away from him again, hoping that it would disappear before he noticed. Oh, seriously, what were the chances of that? One in a billion maybe. [/blockquote]
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Post by dan on Oct 27, 2009 14:23:10 GMT
Chris smiled at her, she was definitely growing on him, h wasnt sure why but he felt he was beginning to break through her tough strong willed exterior and was eventually going to get to meet the Jas she didnt let out often. "fine then everyone likes a GOOD joke" Chris said with a small smirk, it was basicly the same thing as he had said but just a bit more specific, which Chris tended to avoid being, he liked being vague. "Im sure you like to laugh not out of cruelty but out of just being you" Chris said smiling at her. "Of course im not going to force it on you, i wont need to, you'll get used to it even if you dont want to""
"Well you dont need to like quidditch to find some of my moves impressive and if you wont come to see me, come to support your house" Chris said making a fair argument if he didnt think so himself. she cant realy argue with that he thought smiling. "Oh i could impress you in a number of ways" Chris said with a small smirk "You name it, i'll do it" this daring attitude had often got Chris into trouble, once one of his cousins dared him to fly onto the roof which he did and then Chris had got stuck on the roof as he accidentally dropped the broom off.
"If you dont want my heart then why dont you just drop the conversation then?" chris asked with a small smirk then added "Plus i thought i told you, i dont care what people think of me, i care about what i think of me" Chris nodded slightly as if to back up his statement with his own thoughts. "You just wont give 'us' a chance will you?2 Chris asked then sighed slightly before saying "I can use sad muggle chat up lines if it'll work" Chris said then paused to think before saying with a smirk "Aren't you tired? because you've been running through my mind all night"
Chris had to hold himself back from laughing when he noticed her blush. "Well.. your not doing a good job of it" Chris said walking closer to her. "Well if you'll never let me kiss you, then you'll have to kiss me" Chris said with a smile as he put his hand softly under her chin and turned her head so she was facing him "Go on then.. hit me" chris said smiling and looking deep into her eyes, he knew there were pretty much two things she could do, he hoped for the one that didnt involve a black eye. [/size]
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Post by userx on Oct 27, 2009 15:22:20 GMT
[ooc; thanks for that line. haha. made me laugh ] Was it just her, or was it getting significantly colder around here? No, wait, make that much hotter. She sighed, in slight exasperation, she knew it was bad when she couldn’t even tell if the atmosphere was warmer or cooler than before. Surely he wasn’t affecting her mind this much? Sure, it was true that she was not used to acting in the way she had been doing for the past many minutes, she was so unused to having to adjust her attitude so much. And all to win a conversation for this boy. If it was even possible to win a conversation. Now she was beginning to think more rationally, a feat that she had previously thought almost impossible, she felt that the idea of winning a conversation was not most likely impossible, but also one of the most absurd ideas she had ever had. As if you could win a conversation. Unless it was an argument… Maybe she enjoyed the thought of winning so much; she tried to turn everything into a competition.
”Oh, so now I’m cruel as well? Wow, Weasley. You really know how to please a girl. Not exactly showering me with the nicest comments I’ve ever heard. First I’m stupid, then arrogant, and now I’m cruel as well. I think I’ll have to take some time to recover from your nice compliments.” [/color] Taking a few moments, as though seriously allowing herself time to think over all of his indications as to different parts of her personality, she continued, ”When you say something genuinely funny, I’ll laugh. Good enough for you?”[/color] She didn’t think she’d ever hear the end of this thread of the conversation, if she hadn’t offered this idea. Otherwise, she could just visualise him determined as ever to convince her that he was funny. Well good luck to him. He was going to need it. It seemed he hadn’t pointed out that it was unlikely that she would hate Quidditch. But then, even if he had, she could have claimed that she had inherited her mother’s disdain for the sport. That wasn’t to say she had had the same experiences as her mother, however. Although she didn’t enjoy the sensation of broomsticks, she was capable of flying, if pushed to do so. ”Alright, you win that. I suppose I’d be there anyway. But I wouldn’t come just to watch you. I’d have to be certain that it worth my time and effort to do something like that. I don’t waste time on just anyone.”[/color] She frowned, as though considering his demand, ”Thanks for the offer, but if it’s all the same, I’ll decline. I have no wish to see you humiliate yourself anymore today, regardless of how much amusement it would provide for me.”[/color] It was beginning to annoy her that she couldn’t think of a proper excuse for any of the things she had done. ”I wanted to prove my point.”[/color] she answered simply. But this was becoming a familiar theme. Anything unexpected, anything that she didn’t want to explain properly, she gave an excuse that was only a tiny amount of the true reason. She didn’t feel the need to throw her real thoughts and feelings about everything to this individual. She just didn’t. If it was weird, then it was odd. She just didn’t want to tell him what she really thought. Maybe she was also a little scared of explaining it completely. He could question her over it again, but she was remaining silent. She had no intention whatsoever of revealing any more details. If he wanted to know, then he could endeavour to work it out for himself. ”And what do you mean ‘us?’”[/color] she asked, rather alarmed by his last question. Had she given off that impression? ”There isn’t an ‘us,’ Weasley, if you hadn’t noticed, we’re barely friends.”[/color] Her anger rising when she saw him laughing at her stupid body’s chemical reaction, she turned a slightly deep shade of pink, bringing some colour to her usually pale face. ”I meant to say that the next step down would be use one of those lines. I really don’t want anyone using them to get my attention. They’re just… urgh.”[/color] What was it about him exactly? One moment she viewed him as every bit as good as her but the next, he managed to piss her off again in some trivial way. There had to be some simple, natural explanation. She didn’t pretend to understand the workings of the male mind. Which was a good thing, considering her lack of empathy. Boys just seemed to be so complicated. With her attraction increasing tenfold in that moment, she lent forward, pressing her lips to his. [/blockquote]
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Post by dan on Oct 27, 2009 15:40:50 GMT
"Well sarcasm is a cruel thing" Chris pointed out with a smile, if she was trying to twist it so he ended up apologizing or something it wasnt going to happen, not anytime soon anyway. "Well thanks but honestly i think its going to be nearly impossible to make you laugh as you dont real y have a sense of humor" chris smirked slightly then waited a few seconds before asking "You dont happen to be ticklish do you?" if he couldnt make her laugh with jokes then tickling was the next option.
"Oh of course you wouldn't come to see me, you'd come to see the team.. which i just happen to be on" Chris said with a smirk and when she declined his offer she walked into something "You dont want to see me humiliate myself? see you do care" Chris knew that this would annoy her as he had once again twisted her words so it sounded like she was being kind to him which was pretty much the opposite of what she was doing. "Fine you've proved your point" chris said simply with a grin
"Us.. me an you... you know.. when two people meet up and your one of them and the other ones me.. us.." Chris said with a small laugh as he was pretty much describing what the word us meant not what he meant by using it in that sentence. "Oh theres always an Us Malfoy" He said with a smirk, calling her by her last name for possibly the first time, considering she kept calling Chris by his last name it was surprising it had took him this long to reply using her last name.
"How about we just shush" Chris said with a smirk in response to her talking about the muggle chat up line, and that was when she kissed him see i knew it h thought as he smiled against her lips. Chris's hands slipped around her waist and pulled her close to him as he kissed her back wow shes actually.. an amazing kisser he thought as his hands slowly moved up her back untill they were tangled in her hair. [/size]
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Post by userx on Oct 27, 2009 18:07:27 GMT
She couldn’t deny that she was somewhat disappointed that her speech hadn’t got the reaction she was after. Maybe he was already too knowledgeable about how she chose to react and behave towards him. Did that mean she was never going to be able to manipulate him? Where was the fun in that kind of relationship? She had friends that she still secretly enjoyed controlling ever so slightly. It was just a Slytherin thing. Either that, or it was a Malfoy thing. It didn’t matter, it was part of her. And even if people viewed it as a personality flaw, it was a minor one, at least by her standards. It wasn’t as though she deliberately went around, forcing people into situations that would cause them grief and upset. She just liked having the feeling of being able to put suggestions in other peoples’ heads. She hated not having that feeling of control. Pouting she said as much, ”That was actually supposed to make you feel a little guilty about the names you’ve called me. And considering we’ve only been here about twenty minutes, you’ve managed to think of a few offensive ones already.” [/color] Taking into consideration his question, she contemplated as to the consequences that would develop if she said one or the other possible answer. If she was to say ‘yes’, not only would he try this (it was roughly indubitable), but she’d have also revealed something about herself that the majority of Hogwarts did not know. Of course, given the nature of the question, it wasn’t particularly a surprise that only about two people would know whether she was ticklish or not. It wasn’t the type of information that anyone had floating around the school. Mainly because it wasn’t interesting to anyone else. But it was different for her. She had never considered telling anyone else like Christopher Weasley stuff like that. But if she was to say ‘no’, she’d be directly lying to him. Did she really want to risk that? He might see through it. But then, she’d already lied about something else. In her opinion, it was just a tiny white lie. Who really cared if she liked Quidditch or not? To lie or not to lie? That was the question. In the end, her conscience, something she had learnt to ignore, for the majority of her life, kicked in. Reluctantly, she paused and nodded. ”I DO have a sense of humour, thank you. You just have to work for it. I thought boys liked a challenge?”[/color] Finding her sense of humour was going to be difficult. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d genuinely laughed around people, other than the three members of her close family. But that was different. ”Thinking back, when you asked what you could do. If you make me laugh, I’ll be impressed. Probably not before.”[/color] Finishing that line, she swerved away from the concept of jokes., turning her attention to the other things that were happenening. For example, when exactly had everyone else disappeared? Oh no, that statement was incorrect. There were still a few younger students in the distance. She was deeply thankful that that annoying fourth year had evaporated, by now. Although where the rest of them could have disappeared to, was making her think. ”Do we have a lesson?”[/color] she asked, out loud, yet more to herself than him. After all, she didn’t even know for sure that he had any lessons with her. And if that was so, he could hardly be expected to know whether she was supposed to be anywhere else. If this had been the usual Jaslene Malfoy thinking, she wouldn’t see any reason why he coulnd’t tell her what she was supposed to be doing. Gah, she hated thinking about things. ”Oh, is there, Christopher?”[/color] she raised an eyebrow. ”And since when have you called me Malfoy?”[/color] His touch was much better than she had imagined. Not that she had thought about it for any long period of time. She was primarily rather taken aback when he kissed back, but lost track of these thoughts, her lips moved courageously against his, her arms reaching his neck, her eyes stayed open for a moment in shock, but her emotions took over and for some reason she found herself returning the gesture. She found that she was the one who made the kiss more affectionate, and this surprised her. If anyone had told her that this was going to happen, she wouldn’t have even bothered to listen to him or her, believing them to be either insane, or plain stupid. But she didn't care anymore. In all honesty, this was bliss. [/blockquote]
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Post by dan on Oct 28, 2009 13:35:24 GMT
"Oh babe you'd heard nothing yet" Chris said with a smirk "If you want i could call you, pig face, twinkle toes, sugar puff, monkey features, worm brain and my favorite vomit bucket" Chris didnt know where he had actually heard vomit bucket before but it had always stuck with him and he would often call it people as it would entertain him for a long time. "If i felt guilt then.. well i'd probably be insane" Chris said honestly he was still feeling guilty from the time he killed a neighbors cat.. with his bare hands, yep he was one twisted kid.
"Oh well challenges i do like, but i think i like the sound of laughter more then a challenge" Chris said with a smirk noticing she hadnt answerd his question about being ticklish, that meant she probably was but he wasnt going to tickle her.. not yet anyway. "Oh dont you worry, you'll laugh before the nights out" Chris said with a small smirk and if she didnt laugh because of something he said it would be because of something he did.
"Who cares if we do have a lesson.. your a slytherin Jas, act like one" chris said with a smirk, he often used the fact he was a slytherin as a reason for doing things, for that he was kind of grateful because teachers kind of expected it from Slytherins while if a hufflepuff did something and they said 'its okay im a hufflepuff' they would probably just get looked at realy weirdly. "Of course there is" Chris said and then with a smile said "Oh i just did, well you've been calling me weasley".
He honestly thought she wouldn't be as good at kissing as she was and by the second it was getting better. He also realised that she was putting much more effort into it then he was woah scince when did she feel this passionate about me he thought but returned the effort and the passion. He wrapped his arms more around her pulling her right up to him as his hands were tangles with her hair, he could easily putt his out but he liked the feel of her hair between his fingers and her lips against his. After a while Chris pulled away slightly and slowly but he still held her in his arms "Whoa malfoy" he said with a smile looking her deep in the eyes. [/size]
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Post by userx on Oct 28, 2009 14:30:07 GMT
Rolling her eyes, she gave a small smirk. ”With such flattery like that, it’s no wonder you claim to be a heartbreaker, is it Weasley? What girl could resist those charms?” [/color] The next bit was full of surprise for her. He felt no guilt? ”Not even a little bit?”[/color] Surely nobody could live without the smallest amount of guilt occasionally? She felt guilty about the weirdest things, sometimes. Was she just behind the times? Did all Slytherins live without a conscience? If this was true, it did explain quite a lot. She just couldn’t work out whether it was actually possible. How could you live with feeling accountable for some actions? Wasn’t feeling culpable, occasionally, just a part of life? Obviously not if what he was saying was true. ”You’re rather predictable, aren’t you?”[/color] she asked, knowing that she was correct. Of course, she’d known that she was right the moment the words had left her mouth. She had yet to find a boy who didn’t like the idea of a challenge. She didn’t know what it was about them, whether it was something to do with their genetic make-up, whether they were all just too similar, she didn’t really care what the reason for this behaviour was. ”Oh really?”[/color] she responded to his comment about his determination to make her laugh. ”I think you’re a bit too confident of that. What makes you think I even have the intention of staying out here much longer?”[/color] Shivering a little, as another breeze passed, she found herself once again wishing she had her robes. Again, he seemed to use the whole Slytherin stereotype as a reason for why he did or didn’t do certain things. She couldn’t help but suspect that being a Slytherin was his favourite excuse for why he did anything. It seemed to be true that teachers expected worse behaviour and a subordinate attitude from the snake house, but honestly, how prejudgemental was that? ”I think you’re forgetting that I have my mother breathing down my neck, if I dare to even miss one lesson.”[/color] She commented, stating only the reality. It was difficult for her to put a foot wrong, without her mother automatically knowing. How did she do that, anyway? Was she psychic? ”We aren’t all as lucky as you, with parents that are many miles away.”[/color] She should be as lucky. ”And I take offence at that. What makes you think I don’t live up to my house qualities?”[/color] ”And I think that’s a habit.”[/color] she answered, referring to her common use of his surname throughout their conversation. ”I call everyone by their surname, you’re nothing special.”[/color] Her head swam with the warmth and press of the body. She put a hand on the Slytherin’s shoulder, squeezing. She pulled away, a satisfied smile on her face. A playful gleam lit her eyes. ”You’re better..”[/color] she began, rather uncertain of where she was going with this sentence. ”You’re better than I expected.. I guess you’re not that bad after all, Weasley. “[/color] She admitted, still reeling from her emotions overcoming her. She wasn’t sure whether she was going to regret her actions later, but she couldn’t regain that same irritation. Perhaps for the best, she thought. [/blockquote]
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Post by dan on Oct 28, 2009 14:55:07 GMT
"Now you get where im coming from" Chris joked with a small smirk, he couldnt help but feel that somehow there annoying each other had turned into just teasing each other and soon they would be pretty much joking around with each other well i guess thats a good thing. "Well honestly i still feel guilty about something i did when i was little but compared to that i have no reason to feel guilty about things" he said killing a thing with your bare hands was something that would stay with you till the end of your life and he did feel guilty about it verry guilty about it but no matter what he did it was nothing compared to that so he never felt as guilty.
"Hey being predictable is good some times" Chris said with a smile it as true sometimes people were realy unpredictable, usualy they were the weird kids that would run around screaming random thing weirdo's Chris thought then turned his attention back to Jas. "you'll stay because you want to" Chris said with a smile then noticed her shiver. He pulled off his robe top, Glad he was wearing a t-shirt underneath, he passed it to her "Put that on if your cold" he said, of course Chris would now probably be freezing but he didnt care he would just cope with it.
"Yeah but thats a good thing, so she yells at you, dont you realise the power you have, no matter what you do shes hardly going to expel you is she?" Chris said with a smirk, Jas had power Chris could only wish for, the ability to be able to do nearly anything without major consequences. Chris was nearly always on the edge of being expelled but of course he'd put on some charm and be ok. "Oh you live up to your house mentally, but physically you havent done much to slytherin standards" Chris said with a smile, he knew he was right.
"But you called me Christopher earlier.. so maybe i am special" Chris pointed out with a small smirk woundering how she would respond to that. Chris smiled at what she said about the kiss, he had heard the 'your better then i though' thing before and he would usualy reply with 'you too' or something along that lines but he had to admit Jas had been about ten times better then he had expected "I told you that you'd grow to love me2 chris said with a smile kissing her on the cheek then letting his arms fall to his side as he looked her in the eyes. [/size]
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Post by userx on Oct 29, 2009 11:33:07 GMT
He felt guilty about something? Something that happened that long ago? She couldn’t help but to start to speculate as to what this thing could have been. It was reasonable that this one thing had to be something quite bad. It had to be, if he no longer felt any guilt towards other things. She wasn’t about to suggest them audibly though. Some of the stuff she was thinking didn’t need to be said aloud. Even as she was thinking about it, she had a small amount of remorse for thinking that he was able to do any of that. Ironic, really? But then, unlike him, she had never claimed to be guilt-free. Such a thing would be foolish. It was obvious she had been raised to know the difference between right and wrong. Something that remained with her to this day. Even if she chose to ignore her inner sense of morality occasionally. She decided she didn’t want to know.
She couldn’t find a way of disagreeing with that. Sometimes she liked predictable people. Hadn’t she made a huge fuss earlier about him being slightly unpredictable? ”That may be, but personally, I prefer unpredictability as opposed to inevitability.” [/color] And now she, about twenty minutes later, wanted him to be impulsive again? Oh, maybe this was an indication that she wasn’t actually sure what she really wanted. Her mind seemed to be going back and forth throughout this meeting. At the start, she had wanted nothing more than for him to leave her alone and let her win. She couldn’t say this wish had vanished completely, as she was still there, arguing her point of view. But she had fewer fixations on winning and getting away as soon as possible now. It wasn’t as though her perspective of him had changed, in spite of all, she still found him quite annoying. Normally, she would have instantly refused the offer of his robe. But she was cold. There was no denying it. And could she really say that her sense of pride was too much to accept something off another person? Generally, yes. But, sighing inwardly, she managed a small smile as she thanked him. Holding it in her hand, she seemed to pause to check that this was worth it, but obviously deciding it was, and putting it on. Noticing the difference in their size as she did so. The sleeves were drowning her arms slightly. Surely it was better than nothing though? She ought to be grateful. And she was, perhaps a little deeper down. ”Oh really?”[/color] she asked, in answer to his claim that she would be able to do almost anything. ”Have you met my mother?”[/color] she asked, rather sarcastically. ”But, if you think you’d be able to win her over, you can attempt it. By all means, try your best. I’ll have no sympathy. I’m happier not risking it to be honest.”[/color] She gave a small smirk as she continued, ”Besides, you’ve already decided I’m not your normal Slytherin. Perhaps I’m too nice to behave in a Slytherin manner. And I think the reason I don’t act like a Slytherin, all the time, is because I’m half Gryffindor. It’s hard to do the whole ‘I hate everyone’ routine when you’ve had a very mixed upbringing.”[/color] Saying that, surely he should be the most un-Slytherin of them both? Seeing as he came from a family that was known for being in Gryffindor, for generations. She couldn’t name another Weasley, before now, who hadn’t been one. She briefly wondered how that felt. ”Did I?”[/color] she replied, rather surprised with her behaviour. ”I wouldn’t get too excited. I call Annie Gilbert by her first name and I’d kick her in the head if the opportunity presented itself.”[/color] That was maybe a bit strong as well, she doubted she’d be as violent as that. But the point remained. Surely that last bit was quite Slytherinish though. He couldn’t argue with that. She remembered his earlier point. ”I might stay here a bit longer”[/color] she began, as though sincerely wanting to spend more time with him, “..Until I get a better offer.”[/color] A sweet smile crossed her features, it wasn’t as cold or distant as the first things she had said in the conversation, but she wasn’t about to admit she was warming to him. ”I don’t.”[/color] she replied, a lot more confident than she actually was, at this point. ”I might not have the same amount of dislike for you, but I think you’re getting ahead of yourself there, Weasley.”[/color] It was true, she didn’t love him. She didn’t even like him that much, yet. Sure, she had kissed him quite passionately a short while ago, but it was entirely possible to have passion without love. It was just difficult for love to exist without passion. Biting her lip, she brought up the thing she had been thinking of for the past couple of minutes. ”Which brings me to something else. You can’t tell anyone about that kiss. You might be comfortable with whatever people think about you, but I don’t need or want rumours flying around the school.”[/color] [/blockquote]
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