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[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

((lets say he is))
Draco tapped Mimi on the shoulder, indicating with his head that they walk a short distance off.
Ray narrowed her eyes. "Nervous yet? I hope you dont mind touching my feet when this is over."

"I asked first."

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

"Just your feet?" he teased.

Mimi had almost forgotten he was there when she turned to see him. She nodded and took off down the path. "What is it?"

He grinned with all his teeth. "So you did. I suppose I am meant to be doing a favor. I have long since forgotten what it was. Your turn."

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

"What does that mean?" she asked.

Draco shrugged. "Watching them is only amusing for so long."

"You're here to settle a negotiation, are you not?"

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

"Nothing," he replied too innocently.

"Good point," she replied, nodding.

"And you're here to receive the negotiator. Funny you should find me here."

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

"Tell me."

He was silent for a while, kicking at the leaves under their feet. He looked up, then at her, then straight ahead. "Are you afraid?" he asked then.

"Did you volunteer to come out here?"

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

"Aren't your feet ticklish?" he asked instead.

"Afraid?" she asked, as if that particular emotion hadn't occurred to her. "Of what?"

"As I told you - more to say hello than to satisfy contracts or whatever it is that negotiations cover." His tone was more nonchalant than the situation strictly called for, but he wanted to be as clear as the situation also allowed.

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

"That's not important, I think," she said distractedly. She tossed a spare tile at him, bouncing it off his shoulder. "Now quit being a tease. You know I hate that."

"Of Morgana?"

"So are we waiting for someone else to come?" she asked and then turned, an unreadable expression on her face, "Or does your presence warrant some other purpose?"

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

"I think sometimes you like it," he replied, grinning.

She paused. "I think it would be stupid not to be a little afraid of her."

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean."

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

She flushed and bit her lip, fixing her eyes on the board again. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Agreed."

"A distraction, perhaps?"

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

"Sure, okay."

"Why'd you ask?"

A grin. "I think I'm a wee bit... distracted for that title, don't you think?"

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

She flicked another tile at him in response.

"You dont seem afraid."

"By what? Me?" she asked with a smile of her own.

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

"Do I get to keep these?"

"When do I seem to be much of anything?"

"Why else would I volunteer?"

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

"Only in exchange for kisses," she joked.

He shrugged. "I wish I could be the same."

She laughed behind her hand. "Right, of course."

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

"I thought you didn't want me to distract you."

"You shouldn't," she sighed. "Emotion is a difficult thing for me to express. People expect more of me."

"Has that been cleared up?" he asked. "And on with those pesky negotiations?"

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

"I can't stop you from doing what you want'"

"But you don't seem to get hurt. As often, anyway."

"They can wait just a little longer," she murmured, beckoning him closer with her hand.

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

"So you do want me to distract you."

"Not that anyone notices."

He smirked and took a step forward. "I can appreciate that."

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

"I am saying nothing."

"Do you want people to notice?"

"Prove it."

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

"You don't need to say anything. I'm way ahead of you." He put a few more tiles down.

She paused. "It's easier if people don't. But we've gotten to the point where everyone just assumes I'm fine most of the time, and I don't really like to draw attention to my problems."

"Are you sure?"

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

"Don't get so cocky," she said and played her tiles quickly.

"Easier for who? You, or them?"

"Would I be saying that if I wasn't?"

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

"Is that what you think that is?" he asked, only putting down two tiles and lingering over the choice of a third.

A sigh. "Both, I guess. Although I've got a few problems with other people to deal with. I guess. But if anyone else knew what I was really keeping to myself, there would only be more problems. It's better that way. I guess."

"Could be a test."

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

"Isn't it?" she asked, watching his fingers move.

"You don't know, though."

"Don't you want to pass?"

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

He grinned. "Not really."

"I don't know a lot of things. But I make my best guesses. I don't think I'm hurting anyone. And no one's told me otherwise."

"Could be a trap."

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

"What word would you use?"

Draco was silent for a while. He wanted to punch himself in the gut for what he was about to say, "I think you may be hurting your boyfriend."

"Afraid to take a risk?"

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

"I'm not sure."

She raised an eyebrow at him. "Is that so?" She didn't bother to voice her protests about the word usage.

He grinned. "I take many risks."

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

"Cocky it is, then."

"Can't you tell?" he asked with an unamused smile, looking up at the trees above them.

"Why not this one?"

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

"Wow, thanks."

"He is difficult to read. And often assures me that nothing is wrong."

"I haven't decided yet."

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

She grinned. "Anytime."

"And you believe him?"

"Seize the opportunity, Peter."

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

"Glad you thin so highly of me."

She sighed. "He puts on a brave face. I ask him to be honest with me and he just says the same things. Doesn't seem there's anything else I can do." A pause. "It's complicated."

He closed the space between them. "Very well."

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

"I think a lot of things about you," she said and then bit back a shy smile. "Sorry, that was stupid."

"You two are very alike."

Her eyes were back on his lips again and it was an extended moment of silence before she pulled them up to his. "Now what are you going to do?"

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

He laughed. "I wouldn't worry about that."

"I suppose when I put it like that. But no one asks me the right questions."

He grinned and didn't reply in words. He only kissed her.

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

"Yeah?"

"Because people aren't smart. Most of them, anyway."

She slowly deepened the kiss. There was a dull thud in her chest, barely perceptible, but she froze. Her eyes shot open and she shoved Peter away, her expression a mix of shock and anger. "No," she whispered, looking through Peter rather than at him.

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

"Because I could say the same thing."

She sighed. "I've noticed. It continues to disappoint me."

He took an extra step back, wary. "What is it?"

((ohhh man this is gonna be good))

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

She snorted. "Right."

"Sorry about that," he said with a shrug, though he wasn't apologizing for himself.

Her hands, shaking, went up to the sides her face and something kin to panic set in her features. "This wasn't supposed to happen. It isn't possible," she mumbled and then her eyes focused on Peter, "What are you."

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

"What, you don't believe me?"

"Yeah, well." She shrugged back.

Slowly, stalling, he licked his lips. "I don't know what you mean."

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

"Maybe."

"So you think this is going to work?" he asked, waving his hands aimlessly, "This plan you all hatched up?"

Her brows furrowed. "You're different."

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

"Why wouldn't you?"

"I really don't know. A lot of our plans don't always work out."

"Thank... you?"

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

"I don't know," she mumbled absently, fixing her shoelaces even though they were already tied.

"You seem to be all in one piece."

She shook her head and gained back some of her composure. "I don't understand."

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

He reached over and took her hand. "Hey," he murmured. "Is everything okay?"

"It's a skill I've acquired."

"Neither do I. Are you going to explain this to me?" Notwithstanding that he already read her expression well enough.

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

She glanced up and smiled just a bit. "Mostly, yeah."

He laughed once. "Pretty handy to have."

"No," she said, her mouth set in a tight line. Her eyes flickered behind him for just an instant. "I don't admit to faults."

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

"And the part that isn't mostly?"

"Also a little inconvenient. But I can deal."

A small smile. It was gone in a moment. "I have affected you in some way that you find... not to your liking."

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

"It's a selfish thought that crossed my mind," she muttered and took her hand away from his, looking down at the Scrabble board.

"Why inconvenient?"

"This isn't how it works."

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

"What's that?" he asked, tilting his head to the side.

"It's difficult to explain."

He sighed and took a risk with: "Be still, my heart."

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

"I just," she sighed and rubbed at her eyes. "Don't get me wrong, I want to get Tom back. But I was thinking back .. to when you went with him to do your mission or whatever." She was suddenly talking too fast, her voice threatening to crack. "And I remembered you leaving and feeling so lost and you chose him over me. I know he's your best friend but I .."
She put her face in her hands and shivered. "I'm scared you're going to leave me again."

"You can try."

Another thud. "Don't do that," she hissed.

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

"It was never going to be more than a wayward adventure. You have left my company for longer."

She sighed. "That's always difficult."

"How do you manage to keep your heart so still?"

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

"How was I supposed to know you weren't going to change your mind?" she asked and didn't look up at him.

"Isn't everything?"

"Long years of practice and determination," she sniffed, "A beating heart is useless to keep."

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

"I often told you as much."

"Unfortunately."

He raised an eyebrow. "And so tedious. I hardly know what I've done to affect you so much." He took a small step forward.

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

"I'm sorry," she finally said and looked up, eyes red, "I told you it was selfish and dumb."

He smirked. "But there's always a loophole, isn't there?"

She stood her ground, unflinching. "You say that as if you think I know the answer."

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

"No," he murmured. "No it's not. It's completely too valid and I'm sorry I broke your trust."

A small smile. "Usually, yes."


He took another step. "It takes strong magic to still your own heart. Why would you put yourself through that?"

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

She opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. She rubbed at her eyes again and shrugged limply.

"And so, we need to find one. You're lucky I'm a Slytherin," he said with a small twinkle in his eye.

She smiled stiffly. "How can I possibly manipulate others if I cannot even control my own emotions?"

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

He stood up and sat next to her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. "I'm so sorry."

She grinned. "What do you suggest?"

The last step put them about three inches apart. He grinned. "So you do like me."