-= J.K.R. Make the money not me, just check my bank account.=-

How I Spent the Summer

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End of fifth year- one long hellish nightmare. So much water under the bridge.

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It's not the first time I've passed her; working tart. She's my age, I think. Attractive, everything else aside.

“Roxx, can do you for a song. Make you smile.” Eyeing me licentiously.

My battered ego, roused to her drumming.

“Come back at ten and you won't even have to sing.” She said softly as he was passing.

“Taking liberties with me?” I smirked.

“Oh, I hope so, tall, dark and decadent.”

I did, 'damn me.' Much too flattered by her fine features.

AN/ This is an opening for another fic (Fruits of Summer, yet to be posted) Constructive Critique Encouraged. Cheers, Varity Sinning