Sneaky Just Ain't My Thing

[Nikita Snape]

Nikita smiled softly, as the idea struck her. She would persuade Logan to join the DE. She would have to flirt with him though. Nikita stepped closer to Logan, letting him breath her scent in. She looked up at him, tracing her hand along his face. "Well, why don't you get off that fence?" Nikita bit her bottom lip, and fluttered her eyes. She let her hand drop from his face, and then moved it to his back, pulling him closer. Niki could now reach his neck. She stood on her tippy toes, and kissed him lightly on his neck. "Hmmm... yummy." Niki said flirtatiously. She looked into Logan's eyes, as her's sparkled in the dim light.

[Logan Kings]

Logan watched her, confused, as she traced his face. Was she flirting with him? He forced himself not to step back, but, it wasn't his choice to go forward. They were so close that they could do the tango quite well. They could hold a magazine between them.
Er...I dunno"He said, her voice faltering. What was she doing? Didn't he just meet her?
Her lips met his throat, and he gulped, and was tempted to shout out, "What the hell are you doing!?" But, of course he didn't.
He wasn't even pure of blood! They'd never let him in!
But, Nikita didn't know that. And, if he joined, he wouldn't get beat up, or threatened. But what about Rosie! Vikki! They'd kill him for sure!
But, what do they really matter to you? A powerful, maniac part of his mind whispered. You had a thing with Vik once, and she dumped you. Wouldn't it be powerful pay back for join the Death Eaters, just because of her cousin? And Rosie doesn't really like you. You guys help each other with homework. That's it! Nothing more. Sure, she's cute, but she has Ted
He was confused, that was for sure.

[Nikita Snape]

Nikita looked at Logan, her eyes, sparkling. "You... don't know? Oh come on, you have to know... Nikita lifted her hand off of Logan's back and onto his head. She ran her hand through his thick hair, and then stood on her tippy toes once more, her lips so close to his. She wasn't planning to kiss him, she was just planning to paralyze him, by how close they were. She spread her lips, prepared to talk. "Why, don't you figure out what you're going to do... right now?" Nikita asked him passionately. "Can you do that for me?" She asked once more, breathing out, moving a little closer to Logan.

[Logan Kings]

Logan froze up, again, as she pushed herself closer. Wait, was that even possible? Apparently so. Her hands was tangled in his locks, and even though he probably could hve threw her off of him, he was protective of his hair, and really didn't want to get it ripped out. He could taste her breath, but refused to kiss her. He tried to remember all the girls he went ou with. Victoire, that Missy May girl from Hufflepuff, Lizbeth from back in America, but most of the memories that came to mind were them ylling at him, for stuff that was pointless.
Nikita would probably get like that, too, eventually The sensible part of his mind said, but it was a very small part.
But the DE. Protection, adventure. Things he needed. And, it wouldn't be nice to let a pretty girl down.
"I...uh...sure?" His voice faltered, but not so much as to be noticable. "Go Death Eaters"

[Victoire Weasley]

Victoire had been enjoying a rare night of uneventuful nothingness, something that almost never happened nowadays. She had been taking a moonlit stroll, with nothing but her thoughts for company, when she hd decided to write home.
She hadn't written anything for two months, and she knew her parents, her father in particular, got worried when she shirked from telling them the happenings of the school. So, in the dead of the ngiht, she had decided to go up to the Owlery.
It was a simple errand, or so she had thought. Nothing ever happened in the Owlery, other than the occasional guest getting bit, or having an Owl dropping land on them, so she didn't bother waking Teddy, or James, or Rosie or Zane. Besides, who would come here this late?
But, as she approached, it asn't the usual cooing of the birds that met her ears. It was voices. One she would recognize anywhere, and the other she hated to hear.
What were Logan and Nikita doing up here?
She shrugged, and walked up, not expecting much. They didn't know each other, last tim she had checked, so what could happen?
As she entered, though, her jaw dropped. What the...?
Nikita's fingers were interlinked in Logan's hair, and the two were oddly close. They looked like they were about to kiss, and Vikki ducked behind the nearest row of owls.

""Why, don't you figure out what you're going to do... right now?""

She heard Nikita ask, in a creepily romantic way, and logan seemed speechless for a few moments. He had said no to the New Order, and why would he say yes to the Death Eaters? But, she couldn't believe her ears as he replied,

"I...uh...sure. Go Death Eaters!"

She jumped up, in a quick, deadly flash of anger.
"What are you doing?" She snapped. "Get away from him!"

[Nikita Snape]

Nikita turned her head slightly towards, Victoire. She raised her eyebrow, and cocked her head to the side. Her eyes burned into Victoire's, with hate. Nikita let her hand, fall from his hair, and down to his back once more, pressing him, against her. She was still watching, Victoire, curiously, and her eyebrow was still raised. She let her eyebrow drop back into it's normal position, and glared at Victoire angrily. "What the hell are you doing here? And, no, I will not get away from him." Nikita said viciously, still glaring at Victoire.

[Logan Kings]

Logan jumped at the sound of Vikki's voice, and groaned in pain. Nikita's hand was still in his hair, and had pulled it on accident when he had jumped.
Luckily, she dropped her hand, but pulled him close. He could feel her breath going in and out, and this made him slightly uncomfortable. He squirmed a bit, trying not to make it obvious this was incredibly awkward.
He twisted to look his ex in the eye, and blushed bright red.
"Hey Vik, what's...going on?"
She was pissed, he could see that. Her eyes were narrow slits, that would kill if they could. He felt like a snake, like an ass, but he couldn't do anything about it.
Here he was caught between two cousins, and hoping they weren't both about to kill him.

[Victoire Weasley]

Victoire couldn't believe her eyes. What the heck was Kings doing? She was a Slytherein, for Christ's sake! She would kill him the first chance she got! Didn't he know that?
She drew her wand without thinking, and pointed it at the two of them, not sure which one she wanted to hit more.
"Apart" She commanded. "now"
She sent a confused, pleading look at Logan, hoping against all hope that he was under the Imperio curse. She would know soon enough. But, there was a terrified part of her mind shouting at her, He always did have an odd taste in women.
She was spazzing, and she wanted to murder Nikita, though she'd regret it later. But, she was in a very kill first, care later kind of mood all of a sudden.

[Nikita Snape]

Nikita laughed at Victoire, and held Logan even tighter. He wasn't going anywhere. She looked at Victoire, amusement showing in her eyes. She clutched at her wand, twisting it in her hand. This was going to be so much fun. 'So, Victoire thinks she can boss me around now? That she's better than me? Oh, please, she was never better than me, nor will she ever be better than me. What the hell is she thinking? Approaching me, Niki, a death eater... all by herself? Of, course, Logan's here... but I'm not so sure he's going to be on her side. This will get so, interesting.' Nikita laughed softly at the thoughts, that fluttered in her head. She turned her head back towards Logan, looking him softly in the eyes. She smiled, a sweet, and comforting smile, at him. Then she quickly turned her head back to Victoire, still holding Logan close. She was definitely not going to let him go, anytime soon.
Nikita cleared her throat softly, and looked at Victoire, with an ugly expression planted on her beautiful face. She parted her lips, and prepared to talk, "You must have forgotten. You aren't better than me. I'm better than you, and I have never listened to you in my whole entire life, and I'm NOT going to start now. You probably need to write that down, sense your, smalish brain, can't hold that much information. I mean seriously, it already looks like it's about to explode. You might want to go get that checked." Nikita laughed, evilly, and then glared at Victoire. She held her wand, at the ready, prepared for her to strike.

[Logan Kings]

Logan pushed himself away, as Nikita suddenly began insulting his -sorta- friend. He squirmed out of the embrace, and stood tall when both of the girls' gaze flew on him. He wasn't enjoying this attention, despite his show-offy attitude. He hated when girls fought, especially in Hogwarts, when most of the time, one ended up in the Hospital Wing for a few weeks.
But he knew he'd have to do something to stop this bullshit.
He drew his own wand, and pointed it at Victoire, with confidence, seeing as he was the best duelist in Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and probably Gryffindor. He'd never dueled a Slytherein, for they were far more fond of physical fights, whihc he was good at, as well, when he hadn't been taken by surprise.
"Vikki put the goddammned wand down. We're apart, are you happy?" He snapped, with a little too much force. But, he wasn't done. He put the focus on his wand on Nikita, wondernig if he were about to duel his first Slytherein.
"And, you, I'd really wish you'd shut it. I've seen this girl perform magic you can only dream of. She's fought off a dragon, for Christ's Sake! If you guys hate each other, than do it elsewhere. And not over me!"
Done with his little rant, he eyed both of them, seriously.

[Victoire Weasley]

Victoire couldn't help but smile, arrogantly as Logan reacted to her demands, and even wider as he started snapping at Nikita. He was in a bad mood, she could see that now, and this amused her. He had been in a bad mood when they had first met, and his temper was something amazing, something that had her falling head over heels for him a long time ago.
But, this did not settle her. She was still overly pised at Nikita, somthing more than just being caught nearly snogging Victoire's ex.
"I have a small brain? Me? Uh-huh. Listen to this, Nikita, and think for once in your life. Be careful not to hurt yourself, though. Your father was a great man. He did his best to save Harry Potters lifge, even in the end, where Dumbledore told him he would have to die. Snape followed orders just to help Lily's son. Voldemort, is the bad guy, not us. He killed your father, and yet you follow his daughter like her lap dog. You are obsessed with the offspring of your father's murderer, and yet you worship the ground she steps on. So, think here, you worthless little bastard, am I really the dub one?"

[taya]

Crunch! Crunch! Taya took a bite of the her potato chips she got from The Kitchen. Taya normally went to The Kitchen for a late night snack and then after she is done eating, she goes to the Owerly for some peace and quiet. Taya has gone down there a few times at night and there is no one there, so that is where she normally goes for a while. She loves to sit down and look through the window at the thousands of stars and think alone. Taya doesn't normally like to be alone, but she loves this for some reason. She loves to just think about things herself and not have someone doing the thinking for her. The most important part that she goes down there is to see her pure white owl, Snowy. He loves her to death and gets very excited to see her. Taya loves that pure white Snowy Owl. She wouldn't know what to do if she didn't have him. Taya sat down on a near bench and ate her potato chips, until they were all gone and had no crumbs remaining. Taya pulled herself up from the bench and slowly walked to The Owerly.

Hoot! Hoot! Finally, Taya arrived at The Owerly and for some weird reason heard voices. 'That's very odd.' Taya thought with a confused look on her perfect face. Snowy, Taya's owl was a few feet away so she crouched down on her knees and crawled across the cold, hard floor to spy on these people. "I have a small brain? Me? Uh-huh. Listen to this, Nikita, and think for once in your life. Be careful not to hurt yourself, though. Your father was a great man. He did his best to save Harry Potters life, even in the end, where Dumbledore told him he would have to die. Snape followed orders just to help Lily's son. Voldemort, is the bad guy, not us. He killed your father, and yet you follow his daughter like her lap dog. You are obsessed with the offspring of your father's murderer, and yet you worship the ground she steps on. So, think here, you worthless little bastard, am I really the dumb one?"

[/color] Taya heard, which it sounded like to be Victoire Weasly, Nikita's cousin. 'Why that stupid Gryffindor! I outta kick her ass!! She has got it all wrong. She doesn't know anything!' Taya thought with an evil heart. What's the problem here Weasley? You want to talk bad to Nikita one more time? Do it, see what happens."[/color] [/center][/size]

[Victoire Weasley]

Victoire whirrled around, still in a very bad mood. Before her stood no other than the infamous Taya Greyback. Infamously stupid Victoire thought to herself. It was no secret amongst the New Order that Taya wasn't the sharpest tack on the board. Nor was it a secret that her fuse was a few notches too short. She also had a thing for making threats she couldn't keep.
Victoire rolled her eyes as the meta-wolf threatened her, snarling. This was pathetic. Was she really this stupid? Apparently so.
"The problem here, Greyback is that I found your little girlfriend snogging my friend, and now the only thing I can smell is dog. Gawd, don't you ever take a shower? And besides your stench, I fear nothing about you. You're just like any other dog. All bark, and no bite"

[taya]

'Is that the best threat she could come up with? She thinks she is threatening me? Ha! Yeah right!' Taya looked at the ugly Gryffindor and laughed at her, knowing Taya could kick her butt. She stared that Gryffindor right in the eye, with the most evil face anyone has ever seen. 'So, she wants to play games, huh?' Taya looked at her, laughing at her thought. "You really shouldn't have said that, you know?" Taya laughed at her, with a very evil smile on her face. Taya took out her wand from her back pocket twirling it around her fingers. Taya stopped twirling, easing closer toward Victoire. Taya continued twirling her wand, looking Victoire straight in the eyes. "You think that you can just piss me off and I'll let it slide. I don't think so, Weasley!

[/color] Taya knew exactly what she was going to do. She was going to you the Sectusempra Curse on Victoire. "Sectusempra!"[/color] Taya watched the stupid Gryffindor, as marks started cutting deeper and deeper into her face, making her even more ugly than she already was.'Well at least she still looks the same. Ugly as ever!' "So, you didn't think I would do anything to you? Well, you thought WRONG!"[/color] Taya laughed a vicious laugh, staring at Weasley, laying in pain, wanting it to go away.[/center][/size]

[Nikita Snape]

Nikita listened to Victoire, her anger skyrocketing. Then all of a sudden Taya appeared. 'What the hell?! What do they think this is? Sone kind of show?' Nikita thought angrily shooting her eyes at Taya. Yes, Niki was happy that she had came, but can't, she get any alone time with Mr. Logan? Nikita looked at Logan raising her eyebrow at him, as he spoke angrily to her. She laughed once he finished, though. He was trying so hard to be taken seriously, but it wasn't working. She looked away from him, not caring to respond. She then listened closely, as Taya, and Victoire spoke. "Excuse me?! I was NOT snogging him! I'm pretty sure you wanted to though. Oh, come on! Don't you dare try to hide it! I know you still love Logan! There's no way he's gonna love you anymore though. So, just get your skinny ass out of here, you bitch!" Nikita snapped at Victoire. Her eyes shot across the room, as Taya sent the cruciatus curse at Victoire. 'Way, too early Tay... way too early.' Nikita thought to herself, sadly shaking her head. She watched as Victoire twitched on the ground. She turned to look at Logan. I'm sorry. Nikita mouthed the two words at Logan, feeling bad. She had wanted to get on his good side, but now she wasn't sure if she was. Maybe she still was, it was just that Taya wasn't on his good side. Nikita twisted back around, looking at Taya.

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