So maybe I'd had too much to drink. That was possible, I suppose, but I certainly didn't feel drunk. I might've lost a few more brain cells than I would've liked when I hit my head on the bedpost getting up that morning. Also possible. I can't have been in my right mind, that's all I knew. If I had been in my right mind, I, Roxanne Weasley (Yes, THE Roxanne Weasley, thank you very much) would not have been standing on my tip-toes in the Gryffindor Common Room in the middle of the night, pressing my lips against those of Lorcan Scamander.
I finally broke the kiss and furrowed my eyebrows, looking him in the eye.
"What just happened?" He asked quietly, looking thoroughly shocked. Ughh. The nerve.
"Speak of this to no one, Lorcan." I warned, my voice low. "I want this made clear. I don't need rumors. I don't need drama. I don't need you." He frowned.
"What was that?" He asked angrily. "You can't just kiss me and pretend it never happened! Don't I at least deserve an explanation?"
"Look." I whispered heatedly. "I don't know, okay? I probably just…I don't know, it's certainly not impossible that I'm drunk-"
"It's impossible, Roxanne." He cut me off, rolling his eyes. I could feel my cheeks reddening. What a prick. "I've seen you drunk. This is not drunk."
"Well..." I replied crossly. "Maybe I thought you were someone else."
"After the tremendously long conversation?"
"Damn it, Lorcan, you're such a git!" My voice was steadily rising and my head was pounding. Why was he being so damn stubborn? "Why can't you just accept that I don't have all the answers?"
"Be quiet, Roxanne!" He replied in a furious whisper. "I don't need detention as well!"
"Oh, as well. Like one stupid kiss from me is some sort of punishment." I seethed.
"Well, if you'd stop being such a piss-off about it and give me some bloody answers, I'd appreciate it!"
We were standing so close now my nose was almost touching his, or it would've been if I weren't so short.
"I'm going to bed." I said angrily, glaring at my feet. I turned towards the girls dormitory.
"Roxanne, wait-" Before he could finish his sentence, I had swiveled around and once again put my lips on his, turning my head so as to angle it better. His breath was warm and sweet and his lips were soft, the kind of soft you might find on a piece of sea glass or a stone that had spent years under the waves, slowly becoming smoother until they had reached the gentleness of Lorcan's lips. At first he resisted (the prat) but gradually began to ease his way into the kiss. I smiled slightly as he pulled me closer, resting his hand on my lower back and pressing his mouth more firmly against mine. Finally he pulled away, not looking embarrassed in the least.
"On a scale of one to ten, how freaked out would you be if I told you I had feelings for you?" I asked quietly, still smiling. How pitiful is that?
"Negative three." He told me, wearing the same stupid grin.
And suddenly we were kissing again. I've no idea how long it lasted. Possibly quite a while. We stayed by ourselves in the common room all night, laughing and kissing and talking and kissing. We parted only when the sun finally rose on the horizon, signaling the start of a new day. Before I left, he turned to me.
"See you tonight." He said, smiling and yawning. I nodded, still laughing.
The funny thing? I regret nothing.
