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Satisfy needs, then desires, then whims.

I think I'm still a bit giddy from all this. I haven't played with desires or whims since I could follow rules.

That's where taking what I want comes in. And I'm hardly going to rape anyone...

That's one line, then. You should find the others. We all have rules: not the ridiculous ones imposed on us by others, but the real ones that come from within, that say this far and no further.

How does one find them? I'm still working out what I don't want to do, and what these limits that I've seared into myself don't want me to do.

You're smart; I'm sure you'll think of something.

How sweet. I'm smart. And what good it's done me, yes?

Do you know where Malfoy is? I do believe I want to speak with him.

Smart isn't wise - which is why you might be better off staying away from Malfoy until you are more certain of yourself.

Why? What do you think I'll do to him?

Argue annoyingly and to no useful end.

Mm. Maybe.

Or shag, and no one wants that.

Yes, hardly of all myself and Malfoy. Though I received the suggestion that that was the way to go about it. I'd prefer not to take that route, honestly.

It's interesting. Half the boys I've encountered want to shag me, the other half are worried I'll try. Really starting to feel that doubt standard.

I don't care one way or the other, really.

I suspected. Don't worry, I wasn't planning on offering. I've been dealing with enough humiliations as is.

That's another problem unto itself. Sex. I suppose I'll work it out eventually.

Hop on a Weasley and grind; the details will work themselves out.

...Not hardly, thanks. Ron wants to snog Lav Lav, so he can fuck off. Literally, I suppose.

I have reservations about it. That I can't sort out clearly. You, apparently, have sorted out your priorities on that front.

Mutual consent, mutual understand, mutual satisfaction, everybody walks away with good memories and sometimes bruises in interesting places.

Also, there are at least seven Weasleys.

See, now that sounds reasonable. But for now I'm not sure creating a list of exploits would be in my best interest. Speaking of which, I found out yesterday that apparently, boys can be quite touchy about the whole...not monogamous sort of thing. I swear I nearly was murdered. Over a kiss. Honestly.

That is so true.

Any boy who thinks a relationship grants him control over a person's sexuality should be dumped immediately, and then castrated for the good of witches and wizards everywhere.

I do think you are now my favourite person to talk to.

Even if you'd abhor that.

Become a bore and I'll just hex your mouth away, which would simply give you a chance to practice your wordless magic, so, really, we'd both win.

Now, now, don't start with silly threats. What is it with boys getting off on hurting the poor Mudblood?

Besides, I thought I was always an insufferable bore. Beware, I might take a compliment out of that.

Have I ever actually called you a bore?

Not in words. But I think there's a great deal you don't say. What is it, "exercise for the reader", that's what you love to say? But I can't even see myself holding much appeal in conversations up till now, unless to entertain yourself with my...damn, what's the Gryffindor sort of thing, the bravery and muscling through nonsense I stuck so firm to. Not that there isn't a time and place for all that, but...it's different now.

I suppose this should all make me a bit nervous.

Perhaps you've managed to divest yourself of that nagging insecurity. However will you drive yourself now?