I was fucked. He said 'Hi', shook my hand, smiled and said something I don't remember. What I do remember is that this is the asshole that stole my ...irl but he is not an asshole. He is funny, not full of himself, fun to be around. I wanted to hate him but I couldn't. So I wanted to hate him even more. He was one of those guys everyone likes, even when he steals your girlfriend.I was completely miserable and alone but still high, so it wasn't a completely terrible time. As long as I. " I've grown rather accustomed to it long." I commented."Not in my office." I presently do not work for you."He sneered. "All in favor of ending Seto's sabbatical and returning him to work now?" There were several 'aye's around the table as he locked eyes with me. "All opposed?" No one responded. "There. Cut it. Today." I nodded but didn't speak. "Now, Mokuba sit down. Some of us have real work."Mokuba sat to my left. I nodded to him as I stood. "Thank you, brother." I addressed the table. "I. That usually arouses me and you can smell my aroma. I have had numerous guys following me around the stores because of the aroma. In the parking lots if a car goes by my skirt or dress will fly up exposing my butt and cunt. I've had a few compliments and numerous "do you want to fuck" statements. I just keep walking, but if he is too close to my car I will just keep walking around until I can safely get in the car. I want to know whom I'm fucking and that they do not have an STD.At this time I. Not even Ron and Hermione could say that.Now, here it was, the night before the leaving feast and he was sitting by the lake, hidden in a patch of bushes, clutching his letters from Sirius. He had pulled them out of his trunk, along with the mirror, which he had just in time stopped himself from breaking in a fit of grief-fuelled rage. Here was the makeshift good luck card from the last task of the Triwizard Tournament, just a folded piece of parchment with a paw print, but it had meant so much.