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[hollie renata montague.]

hollie ryanne montague.
sunday morning at approximately nine a.m. | the fountain

lipstick has a way of leaving more than just a mark on my sheets,
coloring my senses cherry red. at least for this week.

it was safe to say that hollie had looked better.

it was also safe to say that she had never gone out in public in such a state, but hollie just had to get out of that damned sorority house. the aroma of one thousand different girly perfumes mixed together was doing nothing to help her state of nausea. so hollie had pulled on a jacket and pair of skinny jeans that nearly fell off her slender frame, though there wasn't a size smaller she could get them in, and ambled her way to the fountain. a pair of large black glasses obscured her face, and hopefully almost made her unrecognizable. her long brunette tresses were pulled back into a low ponytail, long bangs left out to frame her narrow face. as she sat down upon the edge of the fountain, she pulled a cigarette from within a box in her jacket pocket and fished a lighter out of her jeans. she inhaled as the flame hit her cigarette and let the smoky air contaminate her pre-blackened lungs. hollie's greatest vice, in her opinion, was definitely smoking. but she wasn't so concerned about it as to change it. it was a part of her, just like the scar on her shin from when she was a child playing around the stone garden in the back of chateau de soulier. just another thing that damaged her but never made her feel truly harmed beyond repair.

hollie inhaled deeply and let a small cough escape her lips. what would go wonderfully with this was a stiff drink. however, it was extremely unladylike to indulge in the alcohol before noon, was it not? the restrictions a proper upbringing put on you! hollie sometimes hated them, but really wouldn't change anything if she could. what sane individual would trade their livelihood for a life without rules? well, she wasn't presently sitting on cold stone and getting sprayed with the small splashes of trickling water. hollie lived for the glitz and the glam of a classy gala. she thrived in the black feathered mask of a masquerade ball, and she could walk down a flight of marble stairs in sky-high heels as her name was announced to the room. she was born for it; she wouldn't know how to behave under any other circumstances.

[abraxas malfoy]

With his jacket hanging on his shoulder by one finger, hugo boss sunglasses on his nose, jeans and a white tshirt the boy made his way to the fountain. Abraxas was just back from a quick stop at the local coffee shop hoping that the hot black liquid they sold there would help his hangover but apparently it didn't make much difference, he was now wondering if that wasn't just a urban myth, never before did the coffee actually cured or reduced the pain in his head from the alcohol he had drank the night before, he wasn't one to get drunk quickly so he always needed a couple of whiskey bottles to even feel 'happier' than usual. This didn't only meant he had to spend a lot of money but also that he would get a tremendous hangover the morning after, but he honestly couldn't care less, the pleasure of the night was worth it, besides, by the end of the day he would be in perfect conditions and ready to do the same thing all over again.

There weren't many people around, most of them were still in bed and it was normal for them to do so, it was Sunday morning, who the hell wanted to wake up early today?Apparently only Ab and a few more that wandered around seemingly bored as hell. Stopping in his tracks he ran his fingers through his platinum blond hair and looked around, he also had no idea what to do at the moment and he was hoping to find someone he knew to make the morning less boring. He could always finish the book he had in his back pocket which was the main reason he was outside, inside his fraternity house it was almost impossible to read anything, even though many of them were like him, polite, respectful and basically, gentlemen, most of the guys were quite barbaric and not wanting to throw a couple of bastards through the second floor window , the best thing was to avoid them right now he wasn't in the best mood and Merlin knows what he could do if any of them pissed him of.

As Abraxas got closer to the fountain, a girl smoking caught his attention, he immediately recognized her and the corner of his lips curled up in a somewhat malicious smile, it was Hollie, the co-president of the delta zeta sorority, basically, the other half of the alphas and being a member of the council he knew her fairly well, not only that but they also were in the same house back in Hogwarts, with just one year apart it was almost impossible not to know each other. "You really should change that habit for sex gorgeous, it's healthier" he teased with a wink as he got closer to her "May I?" he asked making a gentle motion to the free spot next to her and a charming smile across his lips.

[hollie renata montague.]

hollie, ever aware of her surroundings, heard abraxas approaching and had made note of it far before he spoke, and she slid off her sunglasses to smile up at him. sure, the malfoys weren't her favorite of all pureblood families, but she had always been somewhat attracted to abraxas. since the fall of the dark lord and the malfoy's desertion of said evil magical dictator prior to his downfall had caused the prestigious name to lose some of its standing. however, in the last thirty years they had done a good job of climbing their way back up the pureblood social ladder.

"well, darling," hollie began, dropping her cigarette onto the ground and crushing it beneath her shoe. "why trade when i already have both?"

hollie gestured to the place beside her on the fountain's stone ledge, and placed her sunglasses back on her nose; the sunlight was far too bright for her extreme degree of hangover. she watched abraxas from behind her lenses and couldn't help but notice how attractive he'd become over the years. but then, generally all malfoys were...pretty. however, abraxas had more of a rugged look about him. it appealed to hollie greatly. "how've you been, love? it's been a while."

[abraxas malfoy]

"Touché" he replied taking one of his hands to his chest a little dramatically as if she had stabbed him but always with a smirk across his lips. Laughing gently at the girl's answer about having no need to trade when she already she had both habits, he sat down and leaned back slightly supported by his hands behind his back on the stone. The tip of his fingers were touching the fresh water that was always in movement, his grey eyes behind the sunglasses examined the girl's figure, she was, to say the less, a very attractive girl, maybe it was in their blood, but very few in the slytherin house didn't had the looks matching their social status and those normally were the ones used as pawns by the top of the food chain, it was their only choice or else they would be alienated from the rest.

"how've you been, love? it's been a while."


"Indeed..." he claimed taking his sunglasses from his nose and moving it to the top of his head "...I guess we both have very busy lives." he added with a light smile, aside from the one night stands and the mid night strolls to hogsmead , Ab hadn't been exactly socializing much, the arranged marriage was taking his toll on the boy and he was fighting in his head between wanting to do the right thing and marry a 'nice' pure-blood girl and wanting to live his life by himself without being told what to do. "...but i've been doing well, how about you?"