I brought her some tissues and she cleaned her fingers, and then we stared at each other awkwardly, not sure of what to do next. Lets go to my room. ...Okay. She nodded, and got up, pulling both ends of her top together, hiding her body from me. She was still shy, and she still had a tinge of red on her cheeks. I took her hand in mine and we went up the stairs, to my room. She went to sit on my bed as I locked my door, and went to sit next to her. She sat cross legged on my bed, holding her top. "That is the million dollar question, sir," Penny beamed, knowing he had his eyes on her well proportioned thigh and not on her notebook pad. His mouth turned crooked as she shifted a little so her skirt inched up to show the lace of her yellow silky panties."Very good, Ms. Singleton," he returned the notebook pad and walked to the front.Penny giggled to herself knowing that Anton Chekov was an author and that the real head of the NKVD being Felix Dzerzhinsky. It was nepotism that got this man. When the waitress left, Erich’s mom started: ‘So where were we? Oh yes. You were about to tell me how you met.’ ‘Well, when I moved into the apartment I went to all my neighbors’ apartments to introduce myself. Dawn happens to have the apartment across from mine, you see. So after I made her acquaintance we ended having a romantic candle lit dinner and she struck me with her charm. We’ve been seeing each other ever since.’ Erich said casually. Dawn choked at Erich’s answer. A romantic candle. ‘Our Master, Ron,’ said Draco with a smile.‘Ronald Weasley,’ a voice hissed from the chair. Suddenly the chair rose into the air and twisted 180 degrees, before landing again so that it faced the two boys. Lord Voldemort was sat in the chair.‘Voldemort!’ Ron gasped, as Voldemort’s pale, snake like face twisted into that of compassion.‘Ronald Weasley,’ Voldemort hissed again, ‘the boy who’s always been in the shadow of his brothers, and his friends. What if I could change that?’‘Yes...’ said Ron.