Title: a hotter touch a better f u c k.
Description: any hot girl james is plotting with.
james potter - September 3, 2007 01:12 AM (GMT)
sexy;Though I can only see the back
of your head, I must say, you look
absolutely sexy today. And I'm James
Potter, I don't lie.
-- James. sophia dearborn - September 3, 2007 01:25 AM (GMT)
dearest, darling james,
fuck potter it's ME. of
course im looking sexy,
dont i always? im slightly
disappointed that you
didn't recognize the
back of my incomparably
sexy head - although,
you never were one to
pay attention to anything
but a girl's ass.
you think announcing
yourself like that is a
turn-on? honestly. i bet
you're one of those guys
who uses the most idiotic
pick-up lines. you know,
if you ever need my help -
im always here.
love always,
the prodigical goddess soph
james potter - September 3, 2007 01:51 AM (GMT)
sophia;You must've done something different
with your hair, because I could never any part
of you, love. But really, I'm only teasing. Because
I saw you sit in front of me today, so I knew it
was you all along. Just wanted to remark on
how unbelievably hot you look today. I mean
fuck, Sophia, do you really want me to rape
you?
Sorry love, but I don't use lines.
But as a matter of fact, love, I do need your
help, you see, I've been extremely stressed out
lately and I might need some help to...relax.
Care to help with that?
-- James. sophia dearborn - September 3, 2007 01:58 AM (GMT)
jamesie,
well, you've redeemed yourself
slightly with that remark, but
still. it took you longer than
usual to toss a note over my
shoulder - i almost found myself
falling asleep. and it's
insulting that you write these
sorts of letters to anyone but
me. i thought we had something
special?
and that is an enticing
idea but im afraid i have a
DATE tonight potter, with
someone who isn't YOU.
perhaps one of those naive
hufflepuff virgins you've
been trying - miserably i
might add - to seduce will
help you there.
love sometimes,
soph
james potter - September 3, 2007 02:04 AM (GMT)
sophia;sorry, i was just trying to pay
attention to the actual notes. I'll stop
that right off. And also, you know, it'll
ruin my rep, so keep it quiet. I don't
write many of these letters to other girls.
Other girls don't need letters. Just a wink
and a smirk and they're mine.
You know how it goes,
You have a date. you're turning me down
because you have a date. And here I
thought we had something special? -smirk-
Ah, see, I only do virgins I really like.
Otherwise they get attached, and thats never
a blast. And when I do seduce, for the record...
I don't fail miserably. Its not something I'm
used to.
Now who is this male you have a date with.
I assume its a male. If not, take me with you.
We'll have even more fun that way.
Anyways, I have to make sure he's good
enough for you, anyways.
-- James. sophia dearborn - September 3, 2007 02:12 AM (GMT)
james
you .. paying attention to notes?
dear merlin do you have a fever?
should i take you to see the nurse?
mm, do i sense another piece of
leverage to blackmail you with as
well as the skirt? life is sweet.
im glad im not just one of
'those other girls' then.
hm funny you say that,
because you haven't
exactly won me over yet
have you? when are you
going to get to that anyway?
im still waiting for you to do
or say something to really
impress me.
maybe.
im not telling you who it is,
you'll probably tell him my
parents are man-eating
giants or something.
and why do you think you
can dictate who's good
enough for me? its not
like you have any standard i
should follow.
soph
james potter - September 3, 2007 02:33 AM (GMT)
sophia, gorgeous;Bloody hell, my life is in your
hands. I'm bloody well doomed.
The lady doth protest too much, methinks
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
...I'm appalled. I think you have to tell
me, because I have to know that I'm not going
to have to go protective on you. I would never
lie about your parents. I could scare him off in
a million other ways.
-- james. sophia dearborn - September 3, 2007 02:39 AM (GMT)
james darling
you're right about that, aren't
you? it's just a matter of what
im going to ask of you. perhaps
a pound of chocolate? ive run
out, so you better get on that
fast before the end of the month
or you're going to have a
PMS'ing sophia on your hands.
and that's the most intelligent thing
ive seen from you. congratulations
on convincing me your brain
comprehends things other than
broomsticks and scantily-clad
lesbians.
and no, i dont have to tell you.
see - this is why i love being in
control. your frantic expressions
are always so amusing.
and what ways would those be
exactly? are we becoming a touch
jealous, james? not surprising
really, i know you want me
you've admitted as much - how
many times exactly?
soph
james potter - September 3, 2007 03:36 AM (GMT)
Soph.
If we can just forget the whole thing.
Then I'd be your willing slave for, well
ever, love. Because I'm sure I wouldn't
mind what you would put me through.
-wink wink nudge-
bloody hell, woman, shakespeare always
impresses girls. see, if i could have come
up with that bloody shit on my own...
i would get ten times the ass I already do.
And then I'd probably self-combust and die.
You're not in control.
And I'm not jealous.
You still want me. Admit it.
-- James
sophia dearborn - September 3, 2007 03:43 AM (GMT)
love slave,
mm, that's actually quite a tempting
offer. but im going to have to pass.
you see, i sort of like the idea of
being able to hang things over you
whenever i so wish. it gives me that
sense of influence. and over the one
person everyone thinks is
indestructible no less! THE james potter,
outwitted by a GIRL.
well, im not like other girls. i thought
you at least knew that much about me. now
you've gone and destroyed what little
faith i have in you. pity - and i was
just about willing to give up my date
with this mysterious stranger and opt
for a visit to the astronomy tower with
you instead.
oh, i think we both know im in control.
and you're turning green with envy.
just imagine, he's going to get everything
you want.
and you want me more.
soph
james potter - September 3, 2007 03:51 AM (GMT)
Just quit all the arrogance, love.
You're prettier, smarter, and much wittier
than I am.
...Now meet me in the broomcloset
on the third floor and I'll show you
whose in control, woman. -smirk-
-- James
ps. I don't know if you are quite aware
of how difficult that first part was for me to
admit. But its true. You're one of the only
women who has surpassed me.
sophia dearborn - September 6, 2007 01:13 AM (GMT)
james potter drools
for sophia d.,
aha! im feeling a little triumphant potter.
perhaps we should celebrate? i could
always tell my date im feeling unwell. just
not the broomcloset, it's a tad crowded
in there - and i banged my elbow on
something last time.
other suggestions, genius?
queen of the castle
ps - we'll see about that 'who's in control'
thing, james. we'll see.
james potter - September 6, 2007 03:06 AM (GMT)
sophia loves james;well, i do on occasion give
in to the many whims and fancies
of the women in my life. -smirk-
there are plenty of places i can
meet you. you could always come
up to the boys dorms, i could tell
my mates to buzz off for the night.
or there's always the nifty room
of requirement. either way, i'm game
if you are. -smirk-
-- james le sex god.
ps. ah yes, i suppose we will see. sophia dearborn - September 7, 2007 02:04 AM (GMT)
the petulant child
who always gets his way,
on occasion? james potter, it's a
well-known fact that you give in to
any woman's - rather - girl's whims as
long as she's willing to have you. dont
try and play down your playboy-esque
ways. i know better.
i wouldnt risk the chance of one of your
'friends' chancing a peek at us once we
assume they're gone. fifteen, sixteen year
old boys .. yeah, that wouldn't
surprise me.
the room of requirement it is. ill be waiting
for you, 11 sharp, or im gone
darling.
the dominatrix of james' dreams
james potter - September 9, 2007 04:53 AM (GMT)
sophia, darling.yeah well, its not like I have to beg.
Usually, at least. With you, I have to
beg, because you are one of the few
girls who sees past my outter exterior.
Its because you're so much like me, you
little minx.
...and my friends are seventeen like me,
thanks. don't downplay our maturity.
-grin-
am i ever late?