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What? You think I need to learn how to do freaking house tasks? That's exactly why you have elves for. [cocks his eyebrows] Potter? Nah, he's in my team. He's the freaking captain, I have to deal with his bullshit all the time.

For fuck's sake, will you stop whining about the elves? You should like Granger!

True, but that’s not really the point, is it? You’re never going to learn anything if you let others do all your work. But then, I suppose it doesn’t really matter to people like you. [she give a soft smile] Well, that’s good, but I thought he was on the other team. Is he on yours? 

Gregory![Tracey’s eyes grow wide as he kicks the creature, clearly unamused by his actions] That was  uncalled for. 

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Screw essays. I'm sure you have a clone that'll do it for you. [shrugs] Oh, I wasn't training with the team, I was by myself. And the teams are fine, I can stay away from killing Potter and Morag makes it entertaining. [cocks her eyebrows] What do you want me to do? Ask please? They're elves, I'm not supposed to ask them please, they're just supposed to serve me. [one of the elves comes with a tray full of food] Finally! [he grabs the tray and then kicks the elf] You were too slow!

Hum, yes. Wouldn’t mind going back, but I have an essay to finish. [she shrugs] Oh, really? How’s that going anyways? I haven’t really heard much about  the teams this year. [she takes a pull from her coffee then, arching a brow once more in his direction, but this time at his rude manner] You know if you didn’t bark at them like that  they would be a bit more eager to help you out. 

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[chuckles] I bet my legs would be hurting a lot by the end of the week, though.

Well, I wouldn’t actually want to hurt you, you know that. So tap-dancing seems appropriate.

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You were sleeping 'til now? [chuckles] I've been out practicing since 7. Got out and breakfast was closed, so then the rest is the same. I'm just hungry as hell. Hey, you! [he pointed at one of the elves] Hurry getting me something to eat!

[she cocks an amused brow as she takes a sip of her coffee] Slept through breakfast. What the fuck are you doing there?[she asked, mocking him just a bit as she placed her mug back down and began blowing upon its surface once more, finding it still too hot to drink]

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[he jumps when she speaks, turning very quickly towards her, obviously surprised] What the fuck are you doing there? I didn't even see you!

[Tracey awakes with a startle as Greg comes in, barking orders and jumping on the table. It takes Tracey a moment to realize what was going on, but once she does she sighs.] Blood hell, Greg. You’re as graceful as a pregnant hippogriff. [she says with a huff, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as the elf brings her the coffee she had asked for. Thanking it with a soft smile she curled both her hands around the mug and begins softly blow upon its surface.]

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You? Focusing on your studied? Well, that's news. Especially with this whole clone bullshit. I don't think even Ravenclaws are studying anything.

Alright, alright, I’m sorry.

I’ve been busy alot lately, that’s probably why you haven’t seen me. I’m trying to focus on my studies, which, to be honest, isn’t very fun.

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[returns from his Quidditch practice to find the breakfast in the Great Hall is already over. he makes his way to the kitchens instead. he climbs inside through the entrance after tickling the painting] Hey, elves. Get me food. [he asked rudely, walking inside and not even spotting Tracey sleeping on the table, he hopped on on it and waited for the elves to bring him food]

[Tracey walks into the kitchen at half past ten, clearly exhausted. She gives a large yawn as she shuffles through the kitchen, plopping herself down at the nearest table.]

Strong black coffee, please.

[she says to one of the elves that passes by as she folds her arms upon the table and nestles her head within. And as she waits her eyes begin to close as she slowly dirtfs off to sleep.]

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[grabs her arm before she can walk away] Oh, cammon, don't be so mean. [smirks] I haven't seen your face around here enough.

Ha. 

Be careful next time, wouldn’t want yourself to get hurt, would you? Now, if you could move out of my way, I’ve got a class to attend, and quite frankly, I’m not interested. [shoves Gregory and walks off]

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It's just my pants on fire whenever I see you, not my hair.

If you could stop running around like your hair is on fire, I would be very grateful. Festina lente, for your own sake.

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It didn't. [shrugs] I just wanted to do it, so I did it.

I've gotten quite good at this...

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[slaps the plate off her head]

I've gotten quite good at this...

Anyone care to add a few more? Maybe raise the stakes a bit?

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The whole thing was just turning him on even more and he felt a pull to just watch as well. His hands moved to the wall to balance himself as he leaned forward, her delicate fingers stroking him rhythmically were rather hypnotic and he was having some difficulty in keeping himself grounded. He bit down on his lip, moaning lowly as pleasure started building up at her movements, but suddenly the moment was gone and her lips were crashing against him again.

It took him about a second to snap out of the daze the previous moments had put him on. Everything was again more intense and fast as their lips moved over each other and it was hard to keep up immediately.

Soon, though, his hand was back in her hair and his other arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her against him. He gasped against her lips, now feeling rather desperate to be inside her. His hands suddenly found her wrists and he pushed them rather harshly against the wall over her head. He bit down on her lip and dragged it with him as he pulled back, looking at her with a smirk, his eyes flashed with desire. He let go of her wrists, moving his hands down the contour of her arms and sides until he reached her thighs.

He propped one of her legs up and around his body and guided his head against her entrance. Pressing his forehead against hers and looking down at their bodies, he pushed his shaft inside her and watched it disappear until their bodies met. Looking back at her for a moment as if to make sure she was alright, he crashed their lips together again and started thrusting inside her.

He started at a slow pace to let her get used to the feeling, after the few times they had had sex she was still so tight and it drove him crazy. He propped her other leg up as well, keeping her pressed against the cold wall as he held them both up and started thrusting faster into her.

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It's obviously the last one, although practicing high is not a problem.

decisions, decisions.

Quidditch practice, studies or a spliff time in the forest… Mmmmm. 

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Greg just tried to ignore what she was saying, he wanted to shut her off from his brain and just walk away before he lost it again and might try to hurt her again. However, it seemed like almost strangling her wasn't enough to keep Daphne quiet and when he tried to walk away, she grabbed his arm. He couldn't deny it was something Daphne would do... through his head memories of his worst moments with Daphne quickly flashed by and never she had walked away from him definitely. And now there she was, even if it wasn't her, keeping him in place and looking more hurt over the fact that he didn't want to ever talk to her again than the fact that he had just tried to kill her.

"Don't do this..." He said and he was surprised at how weak and begging his voice sounded. Greg rubbed his forehead and took a deep breath, fighting to keep himself in check. "It's nothing that you've done. It's just that you're not her. I'm not gonna sit here and explain to you what happened between me and her. You certainly wouldn't be impressed by it anyway." He scoffed and naturally a cold smirk appeared in his lips. "You wouldn't want to know about the times you forgot about your bestfriend's feelings for me and let me feel you up against a wall." He shook his head at himself and then shrugged his shoulders. "Nothing good would have ever come out from us, anyway. So just let me go, I'll never do any good to your life."

What, are you stupid?

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Greg took deep breaths, trying to calm himself and put his thoughts back together. Daphne might be gone, Daphne might have been a clone, he had just suffocated the person that might be the original Daph, then again... she could be a clone as well. He suddenly wondered if this Daphne even knew about her father's plans to marry them. Greg remembered when she got the letter about it, did this Daphne read the letter as well? Probably not. "Stop, just shut up." He groaned as she went on begging him to spare her, it was making him feel sicker. "I'm not- fuck... I can't even look at you. This is all a fucking mess. How could she not have been real. She was real..." He ran his hands through his hair, still hopelessly trying to calm himself down. "I'm not going to hurt you, Daph. You don't need to fucking beg for it, for fuck's sake. I just lost it for a bit, but you wouldn't know I'm half insane now anyway." He scoffed bitterly and then shook his head. "Just go away. I don't think I ever want to see your face again." He realised he felt quite empty and all he could think about was writing a letter to his father, to make sure their parents didn't go ahead on planning their marriage.

What, are you stupid?