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Green curtains [28 May 2006|04:37pm]

mysteriously_d
H -

After several weeks of being surrounded by green curtains I've come to the conclusion that better or no I must get out of these dorms. I haven't heard from you in a while, did you go and get yourself kidnapped by the Dark Lord again?

- D
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Accidents and Hallucinagens [29 Dec 2005|02:23am]

mysteriously_d
[ mood | indescribable ]

My dearest fuzziest H -

I'm sorry its taken me a while to reply but the funniest thing happened the other day, or week, I'm not to sure really. After sending you my last letter I was feeling slightly depressed (not that a Malfoy not that I ever get depressed, I think i was hit by a wayward downess-blueness spell) As I walked melancholy down the passages to the dungeons I heard a 'pssst' coming from one of the walls. And not just like a snake 'pssst' you hear when someone's hatched a clever plan and let a Basilisk into the pipes, it was a human 'psst'. But there was no one to be seen, not even a portrait of an anal-retentive librarian. Suddenly Blaise popped out of a secret wall compartment telling me he had something very special and new to show me.

I'm currently residing in St Mungos and they're giving me this lovely spell called morphiness and everything is very shiny and swirlyyyy and....... wait, i was in the middle of a story wasn't I? Right, right, well in the state I was in I felt like I could use a little distraction and with Blaise one can always be guaranteed an interesting time. Well wouldn't you know if but the gender-bender had a brand new wand that he was just dying to try out, and with my own at the cleaners, well, I owed it to myself to see inside the room.

It must have been a secret hideaway for some poor student with no friends. All over the walls there were various potion (and other) stains, and wild wand burnt engravings of someone obviously study-deprived. "J.P. IS MINE!!! L.E. & S.B. & R.L. & P.P. & VARIOUS OTHERS WILL DIE!!", "THAT LAST PUDDING WAS MINE! MINE!!!! DEATH TO MUDBLOOD PUDDING STEALERS", and one if I think about may bring back to many childhood memories, "L.M. SPANKED ME WHILST WE WATCHED S.B. & R.B. CARRY ON TRADITION" The Man clearly must have been at least partially mad! These are only half of what was written on the walls! Unfortunately I didn't have much time to read all of them as Blaise insisted that we start studying so strongly I found myself set upon by his wand without any warning at all!

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Sorry I was distracted by something shiny across the room.

Anyway after several hours of revising the classics Blaise wanted to try out something different he'd learned with his new wand. And what a wand it was, a beautiful handle with wonderful control for manual and magical work. I'm a little fuzzy on what happened next, there was a strange tingling, a slight pain, utter bliss and then I woke up just a day ago in a private suite at St Mungos. And the nurses here are so nice, everyones so nice. I think I love them! I think I love all of them! Each and everyone one of them. There's one here right now performing that wonderful morp-morphinutitusitusesness spell thingy and it feeels greaaaaaaaaat. I don't think she believes it when I say I love her. I better go before I drop the quill

- love your loving lovely D

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Big long wand [30 Sep 2005|08:55am]

naively_h
[ mood | contemplative ]

My dearest D -

You seem mightily upset about this whole wand business and I must say, 'If you've seen one you've seen them all!'. Darling, of course I care where you stick your wand, and I was thoroughly miffed as to where you left it, but I did have other things on my mind. Ron's wand was exploding all over the place as he managed to break it. Again. I honestly don't know what that boy gets up to when he is all alone. He just comes out of his very secluded four poster bed informing me that he had a little accident and his mother's going to kill him. When I asked about said accident he got all red and flustered and headed off to the Quidditch pitch to watch the Hufflepuff's train.

What a guy, watching the Puff's for hours on end, seeing their tactics, noting down their movements, reviewing the notes in bed, taking photo's of them which he studies night and day. He's so dedicated. Such an asset to the team.

And then there was the whole Seamus wand issue. He's just got a very new shiny one and insists on showing everyone in sight. Such a little show off. Why, take last night for example, he wanted to show me so desperately, but it's been so hectic recently with all the study we've been doing, that the only time he could show me was when I was dozing off. He slipped into bed beside me and said, 'I've got something hard and long for you and it just won't go away.' Then he proceeded to show me all the tricks of the wand all night long. He sure was keen. After I found out far too much infomation about that damn wand. Did you know it's 11 inches long? I was actually rather impressed, but I refrained from telling that over zealous, lanky and ferocious hot hot hot git. His head would have been so large it wouldn't have fit through the door!

And I am sure you know all about the Blaise wand issue. How he managed to get his wand stuck in some odd place. I think it had something to do with that horrid Draco Malfoy. Apparently Blaise got it stuck somewhere in his possessions or around him...I'm not too sure on the details. But I've heard that he had to go all the way to St. Mungos to get the thing removed. Well, Blaise is always saying what a huge, wonderfully thick wand he has. I'm sure Malfoy just can't take it and has wand envy. Ha. Sod.

So you see love, I was thinking of you, I just needed to deal with some other wand issues. Perhaps you could tell me all about it soon? I mean, we haven't had a study session in so long and I am feeling terribly rusty.

All my love,

- H

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Wand Slut [22 Jun 2005|03:54pm]

mysteriously_d
[ mood | bitchy ]

H -

For some reason certain muggle music just seems to draw me. There's this other artist named Cher who I absolutely adore. I tried to use it as a talking point with Seamus the other night but he just fell over laughing and said that next I'll move to San Fransisco to become a hairdresser. Not quite sure what that means but I hit him with an impotentency hex just to make sure it wasn't an insult. I did it really quietly as well then snuck into the closest and listened to him and Blaise later. Of course once he'd left all red and crying Blaise climbed into my bed and told me all about it. I was very sympathetic of course, and then he said that it had left he when a really hard problem that needed solving...

Your dream sounds very strange. I always have strange dreams about times when I was younger frolicking on the grounds and running into a group of centaurs that live in the forest that border on the manner. I run up to them smiling because father doesn't let me get to close to them usually, then one of them grins, well it is more of a smirk really, and picks me up. Then there are only tiny snippets and flashes and snape out of it feeling disoriented and dizzy with father holding his wand close to my head telling me I must have fallen down and not to go to near the forest without an adult. Bizarre really.

Oh and I found my wand. Apparently when I'd gotten home I happened upon one of Slytherin's famous drug taking, sexually explicit parties Snape always turns a blind eye to. When I went looking into the common room I found it under Tracy and Pansy. It was covered in so many different strange liquids that I'll have to take it into Hogsmeade and have it properly cleaned. In the meantime it's a little sticky but I'm sure I'll manage. Not that you really seem to care. Seeing as you didn't even reply to whether or not that you had it. Not that I mind that you don't care....I don't. It's just inconsiderate! I mean you'll send me letters but don't even care where I stick my wand! It's all the same to you isn't it! You'd just go and replace the wand without even caring that your old wand might still want to be your wand. Well your just a wand... A WAND SLUT!

- D

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Ring, ring, why don't you give me a call? [21 Jun 2005|08:35pm]

naively_h
[ mood | chipper ]

D -

My darling, dearest, drunkest D. You really are quite a sight when you are off your face. Your singing was the absolute highlight of my evening. Who knew that your knew EVERY word of Abba's Mamma Mia. What a gift you have, your voice is like the silk of Malfoy's bedsheets. Not that I've ever been on them. Blaise promised me that it was his bed, not that slimeball.

I have only 'drunk' a few times in my life, and I am yet to feel any ill effect either during or after the episodes. No matter how sloshed Seamus tried to get me, there was no effect what so ever. Actually kind of a let down. Still, he managed to get rightly off his tits and told me the most facinating things about Dean...let's just say he's rather limber for a boy of his size. That Seamus...his sexual appetite never seems to end. I remember one particular time we were on his bed and he was so pissed he just kept trying to grab...well me. But everything seemed to be in slow motion for him and I ended up just having to bind his arms to the bed. What a drag. Then of course there was the whole logistical issue of getting his clothes off and so on. All I can say is, carpet burn all round.

But getting back on topic, I never get drunk. Perhaps it's some Voldemort power cast off? The only thing that happens is that I have vivid dreams. Like last night. I seem to recall having one about a blonde haired beauty. He was sitting in a forest of flowers. Everywhere, in bloom, it was lovely. Anyway, I thought he was wearing a blue robe, but when I got closer I realized he was covered in flowers. Then a light breeze came through and all the flowers were blown off him, revealing his...assests. I was embarressed for him, of course. I mean...all his flowers had gone, poor guy. So I rushed over to help him, as anyone would, and I noticed I was wearing a cloak of red flowers. And naked blonde guy says to me, 'Water my garden any time baby.'

I thought, wow, a person who is concered with the environment, how lovely. So of course, I helped him out with his watering situation. You know, sowing my wild oats in his sweet, soft holes. Filling his pots to satisfaction. It was all rather interesting. I woke and I must have cast a watering charm cause my sheets were all damp. Weird, huh?

Until next time,

 - H

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An Adventure's consequences [22 May 2005|04:48pm]

mysteriously_d
[ mood | nauseated ]

H -

Oh sweet merlin my head. What a night (what i can remember of it) that was. Who would have thought the repetitive process of licking salt off your chest, shotting tequila from you stomach and then taking a piece of lemon from your lips would become so addictive that now as I write the world is spinning and i'm covered in any number of strange liquids.

Normally this wouldn't be such a problem because a quick sobriety charm and a memory refresher usually does the trick but I can't for the life of me find my wand. I remember puting it...well you'll remember but i can't remember where i left it last night. Do you have it? I'm beginning to panic, if dad finds out I've lost it, with it's rubies and emeralds inlayed in the handle, I'll be hanged by my thumbs in the dungeon and have to face the cane!

I must say that though I thought your leather pants where greatly improved with the holes cut from the butt cheeks you'll never be able to wear them in public again. A bit of a waste a good pair of pants I thought. Perhaps I should buy you some new ones, along with some other clothes that fit better. I've noticed you seem to be taking the baggy-clothes, muggle "homie" style a bit far. In none of the normal clothes you wear can i see any firm chiseled definition, or beutifully sculptured magnificance.

Anyway let me know if you have it asap Blaise said he'd help me look as long as he can wash me in the showers first, apparently I am a dirty dirty boy...

- D

P.S. And my dungeon is much larger and better equiped than the one in the downstairs of that club last night but now i've got to try find my wand and my shirt, I can't even remember if I wore it home...

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Bridging the gap [19 May 2005|05:46pm]

naively_h
[ mood | complacent ]

D -

Had some free time between class and our closet session. Thought I'd send a letter to you. You seem to be the only one who truely understands me. Not like that moronically insufferable dead sexy and orgasmically full of rock hard abbsMALFOY! He walked past me today strutting around like he owned the bloody castle. Then he had the nerve to wink at me and I swear I heard him saying something about 'Closeting together.' It could have possibly been 'Depositing feathers'. Wouldn't put it past that slimy git. I'm just glad I can meet up with such an understanding study buddy tonight.

Perhaps you could bring one of those possitively eduational books with you tonight for some study. I have 'The complete works of Willie Shakedick' and 'The last 8 volumes of Vlad Len-come', however they are so large they wouldn't fit into the closet. I suppose you are the expert at getting rather large things into small, tight, wet, spaces if you get what I'm saying. Your many dress robes, for example.

Speaking of Blaise, I have come to the conclusion that he is a rather shy guy. Today I was walking past him on the third floor and he avoided my eyes, which I found odd. Then out of the blue totally stacked tripping over his own robes, books everywhere and spraining his ankle. He was adament that he didn't need a hand, but of course I couldn't leave him in pain. So I very selflessly carried him back to my dorm and put a healing charm on his ankle. He was terribly shy, and I felt so sorry for him. I obviously had to lie down next to him to make him feel a bit more comfortable. I happened to notice his rather smokey eyes, and his perfectly soft hair. Rather feminine actually. Then there was his rather firm tight buttocks. And not to mention those strong, commanding thighs. And of course...his arms. Yes. Those sweet soft, thrusting arms. Hopefully I am helping to bridge the Slytherin/Gryffindor gap. Because we all should learn to get alone. Especically the way Blaise and I...hit it off. Again and again. Hmmm.

Oh shoot, isn't that just the luck. I'm all dirty from our bonding session. Best to go clean myself up before our study session. See you soon!

- H

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Madam Pince's favourite [12 May 2005|04:33pm]

mysteriously_d
[ mood | devious ]

H -

There are plenty of different books in the restricted section I could recomend. Penisutras masturbatus - A self discovery, Deepest Journeys - A study of posistions (which may i say is much more interesting than that stupid muggle Karma Sutra book. How exactly are you supposed to learn properly without animated illistrations), Climax Charisma - charms for heightening experience and a favourite of Madam Pince, The penis within - a guide to the transfiguration of genitalia. Apparently for witches the trick is to think manly.
I for one was pulled into an experiment being conducted by a group of Ravenclaws and one particular to smart for her own good Gryfindor just the other day in the library. They had to see me naked in order to think manly enough thoughts to transfigure themselves. Although upon completition I was pushed to the ground quite violently and felt a great deal on un-lubed discomfort and a voice spoke as frizzy hair brushed my ear "I've always wanted to see you do something better with your mouth than spout off insults Malfoy 'D'" Quite a disturbing experience really. It's the quiet ones you have to watch out for. Those Ravenclaws study groups really do cover some interteresting material, though, where would they have gotten that book anyway? Madam Pince nearly always has it checked out...

I've never really understood to much about nipples tassles and butt plugs though I have seen plenty of odd items in Blaises trunk. He has this one wierd peice of jewellery which has a bunch of beads on it, each bigger than the next, but then it just stops. I think perhaps it's a broken necklace. Blaise said he got it from a muggle store when he was on holidays called CondomKingdom and he'd let me try them on tonight if i let him borrow my eyeliner. Like I don't know he's been stealing it lately anyway. Who does he think he's kidding, smokey dark eyes a natural family trait my arse.

Be seeing you in the closet, I can't wait

- D

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Riding Crop optional [28 Apr 2005|07:44pm]

naively_h
[ mood | energetic ]

D -

Fred and George. Who can resist their charm? I could sit for hours as I listen to their smooth, silky voices talking about the finer points of wand erosion. Mmm…wands. I tell you those boys are going places. Why, just the other day I saw them walking the streets of Diagon Alley, their pockets clanking with gold. I didn’t say hello due to the fact that I saw Fred (Or George…or both?) walk off with a rather tall lanky man who had the greasiest hair I’d ever seen. I was quite positive I heard him say, ‘I’ll shag you rotten you Weasley whore!’ Though it is entirely possible he said ‘My, my, I do hate these winter spores.’ Probably the latter.

Excellent, those passes will come in handy. It will be such a thrill to get some time out from the stuffy library. Honestly, people need to be thoroughly educated when it comes to library etiquette. Why, just the other day I heard moans of intellectual pleasure coming from the restricted section. Don’t they know some people are trying to study? Can’t they keep their glorious knowledge to themselves? And the sighs of ‘That was exactly what I needed’ really don’t help. It makes me feel as if all my study is useless when there are people making wonderful discoveries and not sharing them with me. I have half a mind to interrupt them and demand them share the info. For this reason, I am doubly excited about our little trip. Perhaps you know which books I should check out from the old Restricted Section. I’m quite sure I’d be able to get McGonagal to write me a pass. All you need is some polyjuice and a lock of Hermiones hair and you’re set. Not to mention the tight skirt and shirt…and riding crop. It makes a person wonder how McGonagall became a teacher without sufficient studying. She obviously didn’t get any. Still doesn’t…poor old thing.

According to my reliable source Bill Weasley, there is a joyous collection of extra curriculum books in Zonkos. I told him about our study sessions in a correspondence and he said to ask for Jasmine at the shop. Then he went into some lengthy spiel about nipple tassels and butt plugs and trailed off into unintelligible scribble. Those Weasley’s!

Yes, my cousin does work at a club, but I don’t speak to him too often and aren’t sure which one. But I do remember him inviting some rather buff young men over to the house one evening when my aunt and uncle were at a lawn ornament convention and they had the television on so loud that I could hear it all the way up in my room. Must have been a thriller as their were some terrifying screams from downstairs. And what a mess they made! Bloody empty balloons all over the floor for me to clean up. Funny thing was, they were a kind of weird shape with stuff inside. Never mind, my cousin is a few screws loose so it shouldn’t surprise me!

I’ll meet you in the first floor broom closet tomorrow night, as that is where I keep my supplies. As in my extra robes of course. It’s so stuffy in there and by the time I’ve finished changing I’m simply DYING to get out of the closet. What’s a wizard to do?

- Sweatingly yours, H.

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Bouncers and Freaks [09 Apr 2005|11:57pm]

mysteriously_d
[ mood | devious ]

H-

They made you do testing on the magic hands? How… terrible, I know the charm. Those twins managed to tie me down (against my will I assure you) and try It on me. In fact they like to test out alot of their charms on me when they’ve got me tied down. Those boys are quite…driven when it comes to their business.

I’ve arranged for us to have overnight passes out of Hogwarts for Friday. Snape was in a surprisingly good mood when he spotted me sauntering into the potions lab. I did however have to play a round of naughty student/strict teacher. Very strict teacher actually. One day Madam Pomfrey is going to insist upon knowing why I’m always getting red welts on my arse. At one stage he became quite giggly, smothering lube in my hair and shouting “Who has the prettiest hair now Lucius!” I really don't want to think about that to much. Although if you’ve ever met my father Lucius Malfoy you’d know he’s always swishing his hair like a shampoo commercial. Must have called Snape a greasy git one or two dozen times.

You say your cousin works as a bouncer in a gay club? Or just a normal club? I was given to understand it’s thought a bit strange to be buggering guys in the muggle world? I’ve had some trouble with bouncers before, some huge fat one tried to crack onto me once. Quite a grabby and bloated toad really, not at all attractive. Funny thing was he felt my wand (the one that does magic…pervert) and flipped. He started holding his behind and screaming I "was one of ‘em freaks like his cousin.” Course you shouldn’t say that so close to a large group of buff gay men, so he was beaten to a pulp. It was greater than the time I threatened father I’d show mummy the pictures of him, Snape and Flitwick playing leapfrog and he gave me the gringotts keys.

- D

P.S. Maybe before we leave I should scrub you down? You don’t really want to try fit into leather pants when your all sweaty from quidditch

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Those Magic Hands [09 Apr 2005|07:16pm]

naively_h
[ mood | impressed ]

D –

What is it with Snape and confiscating things? It seems like every month he has been doing random bag searches and taking harmless things. My playwizard Mag. Seamus’ supply of toys from 4WD (that is For Wizards sexDrive) including his world class range of vibrating wands! Thank goodness all the really good stuff is hidden in the secret compartment of his bed…I mean his bed at home… in the muggle world…yes.

Speaking of toys, I’ve just found out that Fred and George Weasly are opening up and adults only section at their joke shop. However we have to keep it quite. If Mrs Weasly found out…I shudder to think. That was why I had PlayWizard in the first place, they had just taken out a huge ad for their sex food. Apparently one bite and you get a new arousing sensation every time.
“No experience is ever the same!”
They wanted me to be a tester but I’ve been down that road before with their “Magical Hands.” It’s an enchantment to make it feel as if hands are all over you…and you know doing things that I am totally naive about. However they kept telling me more testing was necessary and they watched me having to say the charm again and again. I felt like the charm would never be perfect. I sure did feel for them, poor guys.

It must be hard having all that pressure put on you by your father, but your freedom sounds great. I have heard of those types of clubs, my cousin plans on owning one someday. At present he’s only a bouncer. He says the perks are great. Big Oaf. I am free on Friday, after Quidditch practice. I may be all sweaty and spent but you’ll have to cope!

- H

P.S. What is this secret weapon you speak of? Let me guess, you actually taught Malfoy how to fly! HA! I’d like to see that.

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Muggles and objects [18 Mar 2005|11:55am]

mysteriously_d
[ mood | bouncy ]

Darling H -

I don't think I like the idea of you and Blaise with muggle objects. Something could go wrong with his toys, all that magical intereference. I remember an incident where a Slytherin graduate got a dildo of her muggle friend for Chritmas. She couldn't turn it off! Snape confiscated it till the end of term but I don't think she ever saw it again. And I don't like the idea of you meeting up to study with Blaise because I'm jealous posessive in love worried Blaise might still be injured from the hex I gave him last night. Oh plus there was the one this morning for messing up the colour co-ordination of my wardrobe. That will teach him for trying to steal my man-bag. The boy is just so rude, he doesn't even ask to borrow my nail file he just takes it.

I got the handcuffs during an interesting evening on the summer holidays. See lately I've had alot more freedom to do what I want. My father was a real ball breaker, "School this, hex that, kill him" but recently he's... gone away. So Mummy lets me do what I want. Anyway I was in a muggle gay bar filled with gorgeous leather clad spunks when someone introduced me to body shots. What happened after that is a little blurry but I remember being in something called a "police car" wearing nothing but a blanket and the handcuffs.

The policemen stopped for dohnuts so while they were in the store I apparated home. A quick Alohamora got the cuffs off and then i stumbled into bed. Not to bad for a nights work. I must remember to take you to that club, we could always sneak off there next Friday?

- Devoted D

P.S. Slytherins going to kick your deliciously firm arse in Quiditch. We have a secret weapon.

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Muggle lovin' [17 Mar 2005|04:30pm]

naively_h
[ mood | morose ]

Darling D -

The handcuffs, that explains a lot. Tell me, why do you have these handcuffs? Are your parents muggles and have jobs as policemen/women? If they are, that would narrow down the field of guessing who you are. There can't be many muggle borns in Slytherin...come to think of it, there are none. Odd.

I'll have you know that since coming to Hogwarts I have become rather 'buff' thanks to Quidditch. (Or did you not notice? I suppose our study was rather distracting.) Tell Blaise I said hello, and tell him not to forget the rope for Saturday. I'm bringing the lubricant and silk strips. We're having a completely muggle day and he said I was to bring those objects. Very crude muggle objects, they are, but Blaise insisted and you know how particular he is about shoes, let alone...some other items.

Perhaps you are aware of the prefects bathroom. It could be quite a lovely atmosphere for some study. My marks have drastically improved since our sessions commenced. And I am quite eager to continue.

I'm sure after our vigerous Quidditch session, we will flatten Slytherin. Hopefully in the game I'll be able to cop a feel kill/hurt Malfoy. Mmmm...hurt.

- Yours, H.

(P.S. I hope you perform well with an audience. In the bathroom, there may be an observer. It's quite alright, she's only a ghost. And a rather pervy one too. I'm quite sure she has been hanging out for a peep show all her life...!

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Handcuffs and blood [16 Mar 2005|09:29pm]

mysteriously_d
[ mood | annoyed ]

H -

BULGES! BULGES!

That's impossible! Malfoys I dont have bulges unless they're coming from a hard on! Not enticing indeed. I'M A FREAKING HOT MACHINE!! Just because I'm not a naturally scrawny bitch because I was malnourished most of my life! I've half a mind to come and hex you. Now where did I put my wand...

Don't mind him, he's just a little self concious. Pain in the butt and vain but a absolute wild cat in the-

Confound it! Blaise that sticky nose bastard. I've told him time and time again to stay out of my mail. Now he's gone and messed up my parchment but I don't have any spare so just ignore what he said... and the blood. Honestly that boy is such a pain sometimes.

Now, if you had taken the time to undress me properly you would have realised that those bulges were actually those nifty muggle handcuffs I used to tie you up with during your punishment. But Nooooooooooo you just have to go and show how good you're going with clothesremoveus.


As for the water idea I have the password to the prefect bathroom and I know some handy locking charms to keep the other stuck ups out. Anyway I must be off, Blaise is nagging me to take him to Madam Pomfrey or he'll bleed on me.

- D

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Extra workout (whipped cream optional!) [11 Mar 2005|04:45pm]

naively_h
[ mood | accomplished ]

(Dedicated to Billie Joe and his on stage masturbation. Keeping the h/d dream alive. Mmm...Greenday!)

Dearest D -

I am not the youngest seeker picked at Hogwarts for a century for no reason. I love to seek out my fun, if you follow me. I am actually rather proud of my tight space maneuvers and I feel I need to practice often, or I lose focus.

I pity you for your aching body. Obviously you need to work on your cushioning-charm for your broom. I found you outfit to be rather interesting and am reminded of a muggle song, 'Look good in Leather.' I think the most fitting lines would be:
'Give me some truth/Wish that you could be just like me/In my leather tee'
I have often wondered what leather pants/g-string would look like, but I am no longer curious! As for the pants, you fill them out so well. However, I am afraid you may have purchased a few sizes too small. I saw several bulges and they did not entice me.

It was merely the friction of my broomstick causing my slight...excitment. Any seasoned Quidditch player knows that it is a common occurrence. The love of the game and all that. Yes...excitment at the game.

I have out grown my Quidditch robes and was forced to wear the black set you referred to. They are a tad too small, yet Ron told me they seemed to be quite fetching, purely in the hetrosexual sense.

I have been meaning to say, your mask (also leather) turned me ON! made me even more curious as to your identity, hence my attempted removal. And for this you insisted on punishing me?! Forcing me to parade around in only my Quidditch boots? Making me 'ride' my broomstick with magnified vibration charms? Using only my mouth to make you orgasm...or was that only in my mind?

Speaking of Hermione, you should also stay clear of Ron. I have to warn you, he saw me come in from the pitch all disheveled and sweaty. He forced me to tell him all the tiny details and then insisted he wash me in the shower to 'get off all the filth.' (All too Very Secret Diaries - Same/Frodo and strawberry bubble baths!) Was rather pleasant, him washing, bathing, stroking me...

Where was I? Oh yes, Whipped cream! I am familiar with it and have often experimented with...CHOCOLATE WHIPPED CREAM. Heavenly.

- H

(P.S. I also got cornered by Pansy who threatened to tell my 'secret' to everyone if I didn't 'study' with her. Please! Emotional blackmail is so last season. Even though...I did oblige. Ever thought of doing it (studying that is) underwater? I've heard of this perfect prefect's bathroom...

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A tender area [09 Mar 2005|08:22pm]

mysteriously_d
[ mood | busy ]

H –

And to think I thought it would be me showing you some of the fancier moves with a broomstick, you sure showed me a thing or two. You got into places I don’t think anyone’s ever been before. The way you manuvoured into the tight spaces, wonderful! The ride has left me quite sore but well worth it and after a comparison of our broomsticks it's quite obvious that mine isn't small.

Though I must say the noise you made when you saw I was wearing leather was very hot. It got me wondering what else I might wear to get that reaction. I was disappointed that you weren’t wearing leather also, but those black robes were easier to rip off even if they were quite tight. I did however get very angry at you when you tried to take my mask off. No more of that. And next time could you at least pretend you weren’t enjoying your punishment so much. It’s quite hard to maintain the necessary concentration for a spanking when your shouting “D’s my daddy!”

The mud- Granger girl was looking for condoms?! Stupid mud-uggle born. She should learn a contraception charm or two. I’ve known six different ones since I was eight. I had a teenage witch for a tutor who was very… thorough. In light of what you’ve told me I’ve been avoiding Granger at all costs. I was nearly caught in the library this morning but I managed to hid in a small alcove. Unfortunatly Pansy was in there and I had to pay for her silence. But it was a small prices to pay if I don’t have to be confronted by Granger. Girl punches like a tone of bricks.

- D

P.S. Blaise just showed me something delightful he said he got off Seamus (Those two have been spending an awful lot of time together lately) Ever heard of Whipped Cream in a Can?

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Condoms, sock draws and Hooch [09 Mar 2005|05:31pm]

naively_h
[ mood | accomplished ]

D -

I tell you, we don't get enough respect for the broomstick polishing we do. Honestly, no one seems bothered with all my hard work. Oh well, at least I get great satisfaction out of it.

I think eleven tonight at the Quidditch pitch. I managed to get the key off Madam Hooch, who thought I was going for a grab and ended up ontop of me. To avoid embarrassment, I went along with it. She's rather swift for an 'older' woman.

Had a bit of an issue with Hermione today. She found my stash of letters and she looked rather hot and bothered about it. She told me she was only looking for my secret condom stash. Honestly, that girl. I hide them in my broomstick kit, not my sock draw. How clique.

Not that I have a secret stash. Seamus once gave me five whole packets and said I'd know what to do. HONESTLY, sometimes that boy confuses me. Hang on...what does Hermione need condoms for? It's a strange, strange situation and it's getting more and more absurd.

Now she is asking millions of questions about your dreamy eyes and pouty lips and female qualities. Apparently she knows who you are and will grind you to a pulp. Cheerful, isn't she? And she won't bloody tell me who the HELL you are. I'd be careful, she's rather...persuasive.

See you in ten minutes!

- H

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Broomstick Maintenance [09 Mar 2005|05:14pm]

mysteriously_d
[ mood | excited ]

H –

After reading your last letter I must say I was overcome with a need to polish my own broomstick. It was quite urgent so I locked myself in the dorm so I wouldn’t be disturbed and had a great go of it. I simply must get you more acquainted with this new… polish Blaise put me on, it warms up as you work with it, absolutely delightful.
I really am looking forward to seeing you and your broomstick tonight. In fact, just thinking about it makes me want to go polish mine again.

- D

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Polishing Off [09 Mar 2005|05:11pm]

naively_h
[ mood | apathetic ]

D -

You know, Pansy said the same thing to me just last week. What is it with everyone and my broomstick!? Everyone seems to want a ride. And who would blame them? It's so well crafted. Hard and smooth, perfectly shaped for tricky moves. It will hit the spot like no other, I tell you. If you ride it, there will be no going back to those lesser brooms. I must go polish it later. I like to keep it a regualr thing so it doesn't get chipped and underused. Sometimes, Ron even watches!

- H.

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Want to go for a ride? [09 Mar 2005|05:00pm]

mysteriously_d
[ mood | whistful ]

H –

As far as Sirius and Lucius are concerned… Let’s just say, I’ve seen pictures and they’re pretty hot scary. I’m surprised Percy Weasel’s broom needs a vibration charm. It’s one of those old edition CleanSweeps that tend to buck and shudder at the most interesting times. Oliver Wood borrowed it once when he was taking me for… quiditch tutoring. The boy does have some moves. Some really complex moves that you don’t think you can pull off until it’s done! Oh I remember those long summer night practice sessions...
Oh! I can show you if you bring your firebolt. I have always wanted to ride your broomstick.

- D

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