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ronnie kegg can kick [your] ass. (keggers) wrote in wished,
@ 2010-06-21 14:41:00

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!2003: 06, !incomplete, harold dingle, veronica kegg

WHO: Ronnie Kegg & Harold Dingle.
WHAT: A run in at the Potter statue unveiling.
WHEN: BACKDATED to Sunday afternoon during the statue unveiling.
WHERE: Memorial Park.
RATING: TBD.

Sundays, Merlin how she hated Sundays. She hated working Sundays in particular. They were typically extra nasty and annoying. Most wizarding criminals decided while the rest of the world rested, they were going to go out and cause more havoc. It also didn't help that the rowdy lush crowds were also out in the wee morning dawns staggering their way back to their homes after a night of drinking and pub hopping. After a rather eventful late evening which consisted of her chasing down a bunch of drunken wizards through a muggle neighborhood, all Ronnie wanted to do was go home and sleep until her 3rd shift started back up again. All the paperwork that came with chasing down wizards through a muggle neighborhood made her late to leave the Hit Wizard headquarters. Locking up her broom until her next shift, Ronnie dragged herself out of the building and started to head towards The Leaky Cauldron. It would be easier to cut through Diagon Alley and apparate from there to her home instead of risking muggles seeing her more than they all ready have that morning.

Entering into the Leaky, she was surprised to find it fairly empty. Passing by a table on her way to the back of the store hazel gaze caught sight of the Daily Prophet lying on the table with the headline announcing the unveiling of the Harry Potter statue. Clicking her tongue, she moved towards the back of the pub and pulled out her wand. Ronnie was still shocked that it had been five years since the battle at Hogwarts. She wasn't present at the battle, she evacuated with the majority of the other younger years. It was an act that she occasionally regretted through the rest of her years, but it wasn't something she lingered too long on. The battle of Hogwarts wasn't her fight, and she along with the majority of classmates felt they would be more help away from Hogwarts than sticking around. However, that didn't mean that Ronnie wouldn't go pay her respects at the unveiling, it was the least she could do for the fallen Housemate.

As Diagon Alley opened up to her, the streets were eerily empty. A few people were rushing down the alley and turning down the newer portion of Diagon alley. Taking her time to get to Memorial Alley, hands slipped into the pockets of her jeans. That was one thing Kegg enjoyed about her job, due to her having to work so closely to muggles, her uniform consisted of muggle clothing. Those robes made it a hindrance while chasing a criminal on broom. Faded and torn jeans hung off her hips, threatening to fall off all together. A white t-shirt hugged her statuesque frame, ending at her midriff and revealing a little bit of skin. Black hair cascaded down her back in ringlets of tight curls and waves. Eyes were alert and focused as she approached the park. It was crowded, enough to make an experienced Hit-witch like herself nervous. So many people packed into a tight location usually broke out into riots, yet the people at this crowd seemed fixated on the podium where Kingsley Shacklebolt stood along with a few other representatives of the Ministry.

Toeing along the edge of the crowd, Kegg didn't want to elbow her way through the crowd and she sure as hell didn't really want to be seen either - especially if Harold Dingle was there. She planned on making this stop as brief as possible, the last thing she wanted was to lose a bet to Harold Dingle. He would never let her live it down. As the crowd kept their attention on the podium, anxiously waiting for the statue to be revealed, Ronnie selected a shaded tree to linger near. The gasp from the crowd caught her attention as the sheet fell to reveal the statue. Applause echoed through the park as Ronnie just stared at the statue. Tilting her head to the side, lips curled into a confused sneer before scoffing. That looked NOTHING like Harry, she should know, she's seen him on more than one occasion, she grew up with her house idolizing the boy who lived. That statue looked nothing like him, squinting slightly, she finally decided that if she squinted and looked past the statue's right shoulder it looked a LITTLE like Harry Potter - but only a little.

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keggers
2010-06-23 05:32 am UTC (link)

She should have known she was going to lose. It was that stumble that did her in. She would have been long gone if it wasn't tripping over the broken cobblestone. The moment his hands glided over her waist she knew it was over. Inwardly cursing herself for losing, she allowed herself to be grabbed at. She was almost too exhausted at that point to fight him, as she allowed him to push her up against the wall. Gasping sharply, her breathing was labored as she tried to control herself.

Adrenaline kicked in a few moments too late and now she was left pinned there with her heart racing and her chest heaving as her lungs tried to control the racing in her heart. Her ears were ringing too, and she didn't fight him as he pushed her up against the wall. If it was anyone else she would have kicked their asses a long time ago, but it was Harold, and while she wasn't going to admit it outwardly... she really did like how forceful he got.

His voice whispering breathlessly against her ear sent a thrill down her spine, as one long leg lifted to drag up his leg and lace around him. "Should I say the same about you, Dingle?" Lips curled into smirk as those hazel eyes watched him press a kiss to her shoulder. Running her nails along his sides, fingers laced into his shirt holding him firmly against her body. Ronnie knew that she really should enjoy this, considering this time tomorrow she would likely start chewing him out for one thing or another. That's the beauty of their "relationship", could it even be called that? Constant bickering and then shameless flirtations and then back to bickering. They were like a pair of children who didn't know what to do with their feelings so they balled them all up into two categories: I hate you, and I like you. Typically both categories spilled into one another.

"Good," Voice was a gentle purr against his ear, "I hate losing..." Her words trailed off as her teeth bit down one his neck. It wasn't a particularly HARSH bite, but it was certainly enough to leave a mark. She made sure to make it worth his while, however, as she immediately followed up that bite with a gentle kiss. He was lucky she was in a playful mood. She could have kicked him away and left him there, but she didn't. To be quite honest, Kegg really did love their constant bickering, it left things interesting in her mind. It was certainly better than having some lame heart-to-heart or whatever people called it.

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_dingle
2010-06-23 06:33 am UTC (link)

Trying to take in her scent as his head lowered towards her own, Harold managed to do that simple task, despite the fact that he was still trying to catch his breath. He felt her figure take form against his own, knowing exactly how good it all felt. Such motions weren't common by all means, however, when they sprang up unexpectedly it was best to simply enjoy them for all they were worth. He knew that tomorrow would return to what most of their "relatinoship" was as a whole, which was bickering. Not that he minded anything that dealt with Kegg. It probably didn't shine across his face, but he enjoyed everything that they had done or said towards each other. Harold almost took pleasure in it all as well. Even though he knew if she didn't stumble over a piece of broken cobblestone, they possibly could still be chasing after each other, at least a few more moments.

Harold knew fully well that Veronica would have beat him to the ground for pinning her up against the wall. It was almost a shock that she didn't push him away, breaking their slight moment. Maybe if he was another, not a moment would have passed that she would have shoved that particular person away. A few thoughts pushed into the front of his mind, but he shurgged them off and deemed them unimportant. The situation occurring in front of him was though. He felt her against him and for a split second Harold wanted more of her. Beautiful eyes, long hair, and a body that would cause any heads to turn to take second glances; anyone would have apparated directly in front of Kegg without hesitation instead of chasing after the woman.

Running was indeed far better. A great idea by Kegg, even though he wouldn't exactly tell her that.

He felt their bodies try to regain normal breathing stature, adrenline corsing through his system. It was easy to feel that a leg slide slowly up against his own, as Harold's hand reacted instinictively and ran down her body, along the outter part of Veronica's thigh. "I'm quite fast in some things, but not in others," he replied, allowing the smirk to remain plastered to his face. He knew that his words hinted on a certain event, but it was something he said purposely. Feeling her nails against his own body, he couldn't resist pressing his own hips against her own more firmly. Maybe it was obvious to see what he was yearning at that moment, but honestly, could anyone blame him? Other guys would have taken advanage of Veronica in such a compromising postion, but he had more morales than that. He couldn't help but tease her inch by inch in a subtle manner.

"I know," he responded to her words with a sense of biting his bottom lip. Harold exhaled a breath of hair and brushed his cheek along her own just he felt her teeth across his skin. That certainly would wake up just about anyone, especially perking him up southernly in the process. They had been in such a postion before, however, Veronica hadn't made him feel in such a way before quite easily. Allowing his fingers to freely move around the woman's bare skin, he tilted his head slightly towards her own and ran his tongue along the smooth skin before him. Harold's motions aimed for her ear, trying desperately to calm the heavy breathing. "You should tell me more often when you're feeling this friendly."

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keggers
2010-06-23 05:16 pm UTC (link)

"Indeed?" An amused smirk curled on her lips, as she felt him press more forcefully against her hips. It was this part of their "relationship" that Kegg loved the most. She loved all the teasing, and taunting, don't get her wrong, but the physical aspect of whatever they had made all the teasing worth it. Harold was definitely the type of guy that Ronnie could see herself dating - if she was the dating type. Incredibly attractive, with an affinity for pranks and sarcasm - sometimes Ronnie wondered what made me a Ravenclaw, he had all the characteristics of a Gryffindor, even the ego. Nails were threatening to leave marks along his rib cage as they dug deeper into his shirt. Harold should know from past experience that there was nothing slow and romantic with Ronnie. She liked it rough, she wanted marks, and she wanted to leave marks.

"Oh?" Her voice was right up against his ear, as she moaned very slightly against him as his tongue trailed up her neck. "I like to catch you off guard." Pushing off the wall, she gripped his shirt and spun him forcefully around, slamming him up against the wall. Pressing her entire body against him, one leg lifted to press against the wall on his side and pin him there. If there was one thing Kegg was NOT ashamed of it was her height. It gave her an advantage over people most of the time, even during her time at Hogwarts, she was always the tall girl. At sixteen she was all ready towering over most of her house mates, and by the time she hit 17 she was toeing the line of 6 feet. Her father enjoyed calling her "amazonian", claiming that it wasn't something to be ashamed of. Her height definitely made her distinctive. It wasn't like she was Crabbe and Goyle gargantuan - nor was she troll-like in comparison to Marcus Flint. Veronica Kegg looked exactly like her father described - Amazonian. Tall with a body to match, long legs, slender but not weak. Most of her weight went to muscles that were developed for Quidditch.

Then came her eyes, those eyes that could captivate and seduce someone with just a glance. They weren't veela eyes, but they were unique. They were her mother's eyes - "tiger eyes" - very distinct in color and in contrast to her dark skin and dark hair. Gaze slowly lifted to look up at Harold, focusing those pale hazel eyes on the boy, that look could say so many things at once and if Harold looked hard enough he was bound to see the flecks of green mixed in that hazel gaze with a pale gold ring around the iris. Hands snaked up his sides, as fingers gently slid over his neck. Leaning up she pressed a feather light kiss to his jaw line. That perfectly angled jaw line that begged to be touched and kissed in her mind.

Both of them were lucky that the majority of Diagon Alley's patrons were at Memorial Park because their scene would likely NOT be appreciated. Ronnie certainly had NO problem with public displays of affection, in fact, she encouraged it just because it gave her an extra thrill. She loved to see how far she could go before actually offending someone else.

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_dingle
2010-06-23 06:21 pm UTC (link)

Taking in all their closeness, Harold wanted to enjoy the moment to the fullest. He knew without thinking that their actions wouldn't be taken anywhere else. That was the farthest that they had ever gone through their immature movements leading up to that very moment. No one could blame him for yearning to be closer to her, especially with the way she worked. Hands and nails working together like a well oiled machine. Feeling each part of her body against him made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up every so often. It was one of those moments though, as his hand gripped upon her thigh to keep her close against him. If only they were within the same house back at Hogwarts, their private moments out in the open would have been more closer to each other. Bickering with each other gave him the same rush of energy, especially since she could take anything that flowed from his lips. He had given her the same in return as well.

Nodding his head once to answer Kegg's one word question, he slipped his hand firmly along her sides and allowed his fingers to simply grip on the top most lining of her pants. Harold had should have guessed by her words of catching him off gaurd that was what she had in mind for the moment. Feeling hiimself being pushed away from the woman, Harold almost thought that he had gone a little bit too far. He only thought it was fair that his tongue would be upon her fair skin if her teeth were along his shoulder. Maybe taking ahold of the waistline part of her pants was a bit too much, as an apology came into the front of his mind. However, that wasn't the case. He felt his back being slammed against the wall and she had repositioned herself between his own legs. Taken by surprise was merely an understatement where Veroncia was concerned fully.

Harold gazed into those hazel eyes that were before him and saw the woman in a different light so to speak. It was obvious of how attractive she was and at times he wondered what it would be like to see each other more. Most likely, they would get on each other's nerves. Maybe get tired of each other mixed in with all that bickering, but that actually sounded like a good thing in Harold's mind, especially at that moment. "You do know how to catch guy by surprise though," he responded shortly after he had regained his composure. His hands slipped down her back and ran through the hair that seemingly was in the way from the top of her shoulders, heading to the small of her back. Hands making sure to touch each part of her body before pulling her close to his own, he made sure to place his hands back upon her bare skin.

It was easy to see exactly how tall the woman was that stood pressed up against his body before him. Some guys would have been turned off by her unusally tall stature for the opposite sex. However, Harold didn't mind. He didn't have to bend at all to reach the places he wanted to touch. That begged to be touched in his mind. It was plain to see that public displays of affection didn't bother them the slightest. They weren't in the middle of the street taring each other's clothes off with their teeth, so no one should exactly mind. If they did, well Harold would make them regret glance in their direction. Feeling his breath crash upon Kegg's skin, he pulled her closer instinctively, before tilting his head towards the opposite side and leaning in for a kiss upon her lips. No matter how close they had been in the past, of the same nature, they had never been able to bring themselves to follow through with that gesture.

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keggers
2010-06-25 01:29 am UTC (link)

This didn't feel weird - at least not in Kegg's mind. It almost felt... right. Ronnie knew that Harold was one of those boys that she really didn't want to date, but she wanted to make all hers. She knew that if they did date they would get so tired of eachother, and eventually drift so far apart that any possibility of ever being in a position that they were at that moment would be out of the question. Kegg knew this, hopefully Harold knew this... hopefully Harold didn't mind because Kegg didn't mind it all. She actually liked it, she enjoyed bickering with him and then doing whatever they were doing right now. Lowering her fingers, they traced over the collar of his shirt as her head tilted up and her gaze met his. "Are you complaining, Dingle?" Smirking broadly, she continued, "because I can stop... afterall, I would hate to force you to do something you don't want to."

Sliding her body up against him, her leg remained pressed against the wall, making sure to pin him in place. This was certainly a compromising position, and it was likely a position that Harold would never find himself in again. Kegg didn't like repeating actions, especially with Harold. She liked to shake things up once in a while, give him thrills in different ways, whether it was a drunken snog in a pub's loo, or a lap dance in his office... or a midnight apparation to his bedroom - one thing was for sure, Veronica Kegg loved to catch him off guard.

Tilting her head up just slightly, her lips grazed his own before gliding across his cheek. Fingers drifted over his other cheek as her lips pressed against his ear, "You don't want me to stop, do you?" Oh, she was just teasing him now, she knew she was turning him on. She knew exactly what strings to pull to wrap him around her fingers. Though, she wasn't completely the puppet-master, Harold knew all the right places to touch to send thrills up and down her spine. He knew the exact words to say to her to push her over the edge, and he knew all the right moves, and exactly when to flash that cocky grin.

This was likely as far as her seduction would go, she typically didn't have to try much harder. Both of them knew how to play this game, and both of them knew the 'consequences' of their actions. That was just another thrill that Ronnie could gain from Harold. The chase really made it all worth her while, the extra adrenaline made her senses go into overdrive, every caress he ran over her abdomen, and over the edge of her jeans she could feel all over her body. She didn't know where this was going to lead, but she was not complaining. Harold might be complaining, but she wasn't.

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_dingle
2010-06-25 04:30 pm UTC (link)

Harold wanted the exact motions to occur. That he couldn't deny, even to himself no matter how much they bickered and agrued amongst each other on a daily bases. It wasn't something that he expected to follow through when the entire day started. Of course, he couldn't predict what would happen in his life, no matter how much he wanted it to. Maybe if he was better at accomplishing divination, but that wasn't something that mattered at the moment. The action that was setting forth what was, especially to him. Especially with that he was currently feeling. When these situations happened between the two of them, Kegg knew exactly what to do or touch upon him to kick in the adrenline on quickly and the yearning to increase to an incrediable amount. He was sure, without a doubt, that any guy would want to be his position, but he wouldn't trade it to be with any other woman for anything simply because it felt right.

As Veronica slid her body against his own, he felt her figure pressed up against him. Hands moving down her body as she did so, Harold had a few scattered thougths of taking her home for a bit of privacy. However, he knew hos much those images ran through his mind, she would never agree to it. There was a certain part of their "relationship" that was beyond their boarder and becoming more intimate was that point. Each time the surprise of becoming closer was at foot, it was better than the last. They were usually friendly during such moments, but they seemingly became hotter each time. It was enough for Harold to wish these rare occurances were more frequent.

Harold pulled her closer in a posessive way as she spoke of ending their moment with a simple shake of his head. That wasn't what he wanted. In fact, he wanted more of her and feeling her amazing body pressed up against him. "No, no, don't stop," he muttered against Kegg's ear, doing his best not to use a tone that teetered along begging. That was the last thing he wanted to do, show a sign of weakness of the sort. Maybe with another person, it would be perfectly fine, but with Veronica that would be unacceptable.

Just as it seemed as though they were finally about to feel their lips upon each other, Veronica's lip grazed along his own and followed up his cheek. It suddenly felt like denial mixed in with a bunch of teasing. The latter was an action that he didn't mind at all. Heck, they've done that for years dating back into their years within Hogwarts. It was being denied that he didn't enjoy, not even a little bit. As much as he didn't want their moment to be ruinned, it was something that had to be. They couldn't spend the entire day grinding upon each other without achieving anything further.

Harold trailed a few kisses upon her ear, before placing his hand upon her cheek, forcing the woman to look directly at him. Leaning his head close towards the woman, his lips ready to press on her own. Just as it seemed as though he was gonna take the free kiss to claim as his own, a grin spread across his facial features. "I don't want this to stop," he said in a whisper loud enough for Veronica to hear. "But I can't remember how much it costs for a minute." The words were vague, however, Harold was sure that she would pick up exactly what he meant, even if it took a second or two. His expression didn't show the twinge of reget upon it, as his lips pressed against her chin.

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