He would have been many a girl’s daydream with his somewhat long black hair, slightly tanned skin, and tendency to wear eyeliner. He was far removed...from anything that had appealed to me before, but something about him was singing to me. I placed my hand on his chest, feeling him breathe heavily. He closed his eyes as he put his hand over mine, and then leaned forward to whisper into my ear. I nodded in agreement, and we made our way down into the water. It was reasonably shallow in these. ..she was thanking me and telling about her broken shoe heel. When we get back, I walk her to her door. "Damn" she says, Sarah looking furious for her keys. A quick call and I'm letting Sarah stay the night at my place. I hook her up with drinks, and massage her feet. Her feet were swollen from walking several blocks in bare feet. Abit of talking, I made up the bed in the guest room. I offered the nice bed to Sarah, who turned it down, but stripped naked and climbed into bed. I went to. Harry, said Hermione gently, I want to go back to Malfoy Manor. Luna and Dean are still there, we have to go and save them. Harry gave a slight flinch as he thought back to his experiences of Malfoy Manor. Ok Hermione, but answer me this truthfully. Do you want to go back just to save Luna and Dean or because you want to see Ron? asked Harry more sternly then he meant to sound. Hermione shuffled uncomfortably on her seat as Harry stared at her. I want to save Luna and Dean from that awful. Oh no, I wasn't going to make that mistake. I just figured that she had some ex-boyfriend in mind whom she wanted to reestablish contact with, and then have his baby. I couldn't have been more wrong.After a fortune in share markets, I was now living my dream - of being a freelance journalist. While other 'colleagues' were out in the thick of the battle, I roamed the less offensive fields of art. My speaciality was paintings, and pretty soon, all I had to do was type my name at the end of.