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TITLE: And The Knife Continues to Cut ( yes another Draco Malfoy love story)
PERPETRATOR: Turn-The-Knife-Slowly
SUE-O-METER:
(toxic)
FULL NAME: "Sibble ( pronounced like nibbble but with and sssss sound) Rose Tucker" aka You
SPECIES: Witch
HAIR: "long rich black hair... it came down just past your breasts"
EYES: "your eyes are and amazing sapphire shade, your eyes change colors when your mood changes... not dramatically though"
MARKINGS: "you are not the nicest thing to look at...
acne is a serious problem with you... [...].. NO curves..except for your chubbiness.. and your teeth are not the straightest or whitest ( dont worry that will ALL be fixed!)" When it's "fixed": "your lips were full and red naturally.. your nose fit your face... you were slim... in all areas except 2 .. your boobs and your ass... you had a very nice ass... not to big..not to small.. it was perfect for you.. your boobs had filled out to a "c" cup.. which also fit you amazingly... you also had very nice legs... perfectly curved...with strong..lean..long muscle"
POSSESSIONS: a necklace of a sun, moon and black rose, "a long black sleeve shrit... baggy pants with chains hanging everywhere".
ORIGIN: The story starts in fourth year, but is sped up to the beginning of sixth year, You're a "goth" who has "attempted suicide 7 different times in your life ( only your family knows about this)". Your mother left you and your abusive father as a child. You went to an American school, and had a boyfriend who "helped" you, but then pressured you into a sexual relationship. It left you "scarred". You get a make-over.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: You are friends with the trio and with Oliver, Fred & George. You have known Draco since you were a baby, and he and his "goons" tease you. I smell a make-over fic!
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Is "very intelligent". Love to sing and play the guitar.
NOTES: One of the A/Ns let us know that we are to "pretend" that Fred, George and Oliver are only one year above Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Sibble. Poor Mrs. Weasley, she should start swatting Mr. Weasley away. ;)
SAMPLE:
For the rest of your fifth year at hogwarts you were home schooled by a maid. ( yea you are rich i think i forgot to say that).. Over that portion of the year and summer you began looking at yourself differently... ONe day you had had enough... you began excercising everyday... limited your diet to all veggies... and tea... you swam... and slowly you began to take form... after a month you had lost all of your chubby fat.. and now were an amazing 120 lbs. you were at 150.. you looked slim and you felt it... you then decided to do something about your teeth.. you used flu powder and went to see one of your favorite people... Mrs. Alexandra Dazz.. she wa a wizarding dentist.. she always encouraged you to get your teeth fixed..but you never saw any reason..but now you were slim.. and you had reason... (ff to being down w/ the dentist about 3 weeks later...)
Your teeth straight and white..you slim.. and your acne had cleared up..completely... and didnt leave any scars... you began taking care of your body even more... you know lotion.. combing your hair..etc.. you even took up yoga..and were amazing at it...
(ff to the day you leave for hogwarts all your supplies were sent to you thanks to dumbledore)...
" get your fat lazy ass up!" you heard someone scream... you woke up to find your father drunk and in a rage... he liked to bring you down by calling you fat.. because he knew you had worked soooo hard at becoming slim.. " excuse me?" you said.. " your fu**ing train is leaving in an hour.. get a ride there yourself..!" "ok..." you said and got up... "excuse me!" your father yelled "oh no" you whispered underneath your breath.. " NO THANK YOU!!" " Im sorry...soo sorry..i forgot..thank you thank you so much" you said falling over your own words... " TOO LATE YOU LITTLE SKANK!" you knew he was getting reeady to hit you..but you didnt move.. He took his arm and made a blow straight to your rib cage... you let out a cry of agony... you fell to the floor... but yet you did not cry tears..you gave up on crying long ago... you closed your eyes and waited for the next blow... it came.. to that same spot.. you screamed... you couldnt breathe... you began to panick.. you could hear your father huffing and puffing ( until he blows your house down..lol..continue)..you waited for the next blow.. it never came.. you looked up and found your father passed out on the floor.... you sighed and rolled your eyes.."pathetic." you said underneath your breath... you grabbed his arms and pulled him out of your room (yes you are kick ass strong)... you grabbed a towel.. and went to your bathroom.. you stripped carefully... wincing everytime you moved you rib cage... you looked at the injury... swollen and black.. you were sure that maybe a bone was broken... you sighed..and stepped into the shower... you turned the water onto a cold tempurature.. you never took warm showers.... you didnt think there was a point.. it would never make you clean again..now mattered how much soap you used... you would never escape the feeling of Ian touching you... You stood there for a while... finally you leaned back grabbed your shampoo and conditioner ( they smell like a tropical mix)... you did all the things you had to and climbed out of the bathroom.. YOu slowly walked into your room..and grabbed your outfit you had laid out earlier... a long black sleeve shrit... baggy pants with chains hanging everywhere... you put on your necklace of a sun a moon.. and a black rose..( you only have four piercings in your ears by the way) and then you inserted your earrings..all four black dots..you combed your long rich black hair... it came down just past your breasts.. it framed your face prfectly.. and ou had NO bangs.. you then put on your blakc eyeliner.. your wrist bracelets..( ohh i forgot to mention your shirt is not exactyly.big..on you ^.^) you put on some shiny lip gloss and then looked up into the mirror.. you scanned over yourself.. you looked different.. now you were just realizing this.. you looked beautiful.. your eyes stood out with the eyeliner.. the looked like a sapphire... your lips were full and red naturally.. your nose fit your face... you were slim... in all areas except 2 .. your boobs and your ass... you had a very nice ass... not to big..not to small.. it was perfect for you.. your boobs had filled out to a "c" cup.. which also fit you amazingly... you also had very nice legs... perfectly curved...with strong..lean..long muscles... ypu smiled "finally" you said to yourself...
TITLE: And The Knife Continues to Cut ( yes another Draco Malfoy love story)
PERPETRATOR: Turn-The-Knife-Slowly
SUE-O-METER:
(toxic)
FULL NAME: "Sibble ( pronounced like nibbble but with and sssss sound) Rose Tucker" aka You
SPECIES: Witch
HAIR: "long rich black hair... it came down just past your breasts"
EYES: "your eyes are and amazing sapphire shade, your eyes change colors when your mood changes... not dramatically though"
MARKINGS: "you are not the nicest thing to look at...
acne is a serious problem with you... [...].. NO curves..except for your chubbiness.. and your teeth are not the straightest or whitest ( dont worry that will ALL be fixed!)" When it's "fixed": "your lips were full and red naturally.. your nose fit your face... you were slim... in all areas except 2 .. your boobs and your ass... you had a very nice ass... not to big..not to small.. it was perfect for you.. your boobs had filled out to a "c" cup.. which also fit you amazingly... you also had very nice legs... perfectly curved...with strong..lean..long muscle"
POSSESSIONS: a necklace of a sun, moon and black rose, "a long black sleeve shrit... baggy pants with chains hanging everywhere".
ORIGIN: The story starts in fourth year, but is sped up to the beginning of sixth year, You're a "goth" who has "attempted suicide 7 different times in your life ( only your family knows about this)". Your mother left you and your abusive father as a child. You went to an American school, and had a boyfriend who "helped" you, but then pressured you into a sexual relationship. It left you "scarred". You get a make-over.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: You are friends with the trio and with Oliver, Fred & George. You have known Draco since you were a baby, and he and his "goons" tease you. I smell a make-over fic!
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Is "very intelligent". Love to sing and play the guitar.
NOTES: One of the A/Ns let us know that we are to "pretend" that Fred, George and Oliver are only one year above Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Sibble. Poor Mrs. Weasley, she should start swatting Mr. Weasley away. ;)
SAMPLE:
For the rest of your fifth year at hogwarts you were home schooled by a maid. ( yea you are rich i think i forgot to say that).. Over that portion of the year and summer you began looking at yourself differently... ONe day you had had enough... you began excercising everyday... limited your diet to all veggies... and tea... you swam... and slowly you began to take form... after a month you had lost all of your chubby fat.. and now were an amazing 120 lbs. you were at 150.. you looked slim and you felt it... you then decided to do something about your teeth.. you used flu powder and went to see one of your favorite people... Mrs. Alexandra Dazz.. she wa a wizarding dentist.. she always encouraged you to get your teeth fixed..but you never saw any reason..but now you were slim.. and you had reason... (ff to being down w/ the dentist about 3 weeks later...)
Your teeth straight and white..you slim.. and your acne had cleared up..completely... and didnt leave any scars... you began taking care of your body even more... you know lotion.. combing your hair..etc.. you even took up yoga..and were amazing at it...
(ff to the day you leave for hogwarts all your supplies were sent to you thanks to dumbledore)...
" get your fat lazy ass up!" you heard someone scream... you woke up to find your father drunk and in a rage... he liked to bring you down by calling you fat.. because he knew you had worked soooo hard at becoming slim.. " excuse me?" you said.. " your fu**ing train is leaving in an hour.. get a ride there yourself..!" "ok..." you said and got up... "excuse me!" your father yelled "oh no" you whispered underneath your breath.. " NO THANK YOU!!" " Im sorry...soo sorry..i forgot..thank you thank you so much" you said falling over your own words... " TOO LATE YOU LITTLE SKANK!" you knew he was getting reeady to hit you..but you didnt move.. He took his arm and made a blow straight to your rib cage... you let out a cry of agony... you fell to the floor... but yet you did not cry tears..you gave up on crying long ago... you closed your eyes and waited for the next blow... it came.. to that same spot.. you screamed... you couldnt breathe... you began to panick.. you could hear your father huffing and puffing ( until he blows your house down..lol..continue)..you waited for the next blow.. it never came.. you looked up and found your father passed out on the floor.... you sighed and rolled your eyes.."pathetic." you said underneath your breath... you grabbed his arms and pulled him out of your room (yes you are kick ass strong)... you grabbed a towel.. and went to your bathroom.. you stripped carefully... wincing everytime you moved you rib cage... you looked at the injury... swollen and black.. you were sure that maybe a bone was broken... you sighed..and stepped into the shower... you turned the water onto a cold tempurature.. you never took warm showers.... you didnt think there was a point.. it would never make you clean again..now mattered how much soap you used... you would never escape the feeling of Ian touching you... You stood there for a while... finally you leaned back grabbed your shampoo and conditioner ( they smell like a tropical mix)... you did all the things you had to and climbed out of the bathroom.. YOu slowly walked into your room..and grabbed your outfit you had laid out earlier... a long black sleeve shrit... baggy pants with chains hanging everywhere... you put on your necklace of a sun a moon.. and a black rose..( you only have four piercings in your ears by the way) and then you inserted your earrings..all four black dots..you combed your long rich black hair... it came down just past your breasts.. it framed your face prfectly.. and ou had NO bangs.. you then put on your blakc eyeliner.. your wrist bracelets..( ohh i forgot to mention your shirt is not exactyly.big..on you ^.^) you put on some shiny lip gloss and then looked up into the mirror.. you scanned over yourself.. you looked different.. now you were just realizing this.. you looked beautiful.. your eyes stood out with the eyeliner.. the looked like a sapphire... your lips were full and red naturally.. your nose fit your face... you were slim... in all areas except 2 .. your boobs and your ass... you had a very nice ass... not to big..not to small.. it was perfect for you.. your boobs had filled out to a "c" cup.. which also fit you amazingly... you also had very nice legs... perfectly curved...with strong..lean..long muscles... ypu smiled "finally" you said to yourself...