Title: The Little Death.
Artist:
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didodikaliMedia: pencil.
Characters: Cedric, other female character.
Rating: Not porny enough, again.
Warning: Appalling universe crossover. Tragically bad. Also, the way I misuse prompts is bathetic. I apologise. Just, like, in general.
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I'd been under the impression that she was one of the French girls, but now that we've put our clothes back on, those bizarre things Professor Trelawney used to say about my palm actually make sense. This girl has no interest in my palm or my personality or the cufflink she now plays with; it's the pulse in my wrist that interests her, and her kisses to my neck, etcetera, were no compliment either.
I'll not outrun this one and no one is going to hear me all the way out here, and on reflection, she doesn't look anything like Cho. I don't know how I'll live this one down, and I suppose, technically, I won't have to. Perhaps tomorrow I could conveniently fake my own 'death' at the Tournament and then go finish up school somewhere else.
I wonder if this is going to give me some kind of complex about sex.
Nah. Probably not.