"They never dated." Then how did Michelle steal Charlotte's boyfriend?" I asked the obviousquestion.Madison huffed. "You don't understand, Megan!" she...said heatedly, butquietly enough that nobody would hear her use of my real name."Obviously," I replied. "Because I don't see how you can blame Michellefor Tommy's wandering eye. I bet she doesn't even like Tommy."The look Madison gave me confirmed my suspicions. She knew that Michellehadn't done anything intentionally to harm Charlotte, and she. Ron and Hermione, hand in hand, looked on in silence from a little way off, as Harry bowed his head in contemplation. Then they led Harry towards a secluded area a few hundred yards away from Dumbledore's tomb. Hermione was the first to speak:"While you were asleep, Harry, they decided that this area would be set aside to bury those that fell during the battle." Not—" gasped Harry."No, of course not," said Hermione, firmly, but not unkindly, "—only the ones on our side." Professor McGonagall. I love your feet. Seeing them on display like that makes me want to suck your toes.You notice that this simple little act has gotten my attention. You see me looking your legs up and down. You notice that it's a little hard for me to keep my eye on the road. You begin to caress your legs. Oh how I wish I could do that. I wish I could caress your legs and feel the smoothness of your legs -- the warmth of your legs as my fingers graze along the length of them. How I wish I could kiss your. Smith's office. After I took care of business I looked at the mirror to see if I looked okay. Maybe if Mr. Smith liked the way I looked he would be easier on me.I smoothed down my long blonde hair and reached into my backpack for some lip gloss. After applying the gloss and straightening my school skirt I left for Mr. Smith's office.I looked at the clock and noticed that I was passed the ten minute limit that my teacher had given me. Outside his office I lightly tapped on his door. "Come in." I.