"Mim, seriously, calm down and stop reading into everything I say,"

She couldn't. It wasn't her fault. But everything he said was a loaded statement! It wasn't fair! How could he say things like that and expect that Miriam wasn't supposed to question his motives. She sighed. "I'm sorry." She said, suddenly finding herself incapable of looking up from her wrists, which lay neatly behind her hands folded in her lap. She did have nice wrists.

"Point is, you need to keep him interested in you so that he doesn't even remember those girls names."

There was no hope for the relationship of Mim and Grant. Mim didn't know how to keep him interested in her. Mim didn't know how to keep a conversation going for more than three minuets with out turning it to Quidditch or Sex. Luckily for her, this conversation started out being about sex, so her mind didn't have far to travel..

"Well, you could always give him head, Or he could go down on you, but please for the love of Merlin's baggy y-fronts don't even make me go into that one."

Mim wasn't exactly sure what to say. Of course she'd heard the term giving head. They discussed it about her brother once during a Quidditch practice, where Grant questioned her virginity, and someone suggested she go topless. Strange lot of idiots the Hufflepuff Quidditch team was. But just because she'd heard the saying before didn't mean she had any idea what it mean. She rubbed one of her wrists lightly, keeping her eyes fastened on them. He'd asked not to be made to go in to that one. Mim had no clue what they were talking about then, so she very quietly said, "But if I don't make you go into that one, I'll have no clue what we're talking about."

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