A/N: I FINALLY HAVE A FOLLOWER! YAY!
Thank you for following my story! I know Dominique/OC fanfictions don't have the same fanbase as some others, so even a single Follower has made me so happy! I must be doing something right, eh? :D Well, getting on with it, the next chapter for you!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT CONDONE SMOKING! Its not good for you!
DISCLAIMER NO. 2: Harry Potter and the characters in the series are not mine! Sebastian Nott and Daniel Zabini are.
After all the introductions, Dom settled onto a cushion with Lorcan. They shared a pipe. Lorcan demonstrated how it was done, explaining that the fire in the pot was supposed to glow brighter as you inhaled the smoke. Dom found the inhaling and exhaling was done exactly as it was with Muggle cigarettes, only the smoke taken in was more, the taste strangely peculiar, and it seemed to have its effect immediately.
She had taken in the smoke barely a few times when she started to feel as if her head was becoming progressively lighter. Hell, her entire body felt weightless! Things slowed down and she watched as her hands moved of their own accord, she clenched and unclenched her fist, but could barely feel a thing, as if her fingers and palm were suddenly made of cotton. She leaned back, her head flopping backwards. It felt nice; as if her head wasn't a part of her body but was just suspended in air, in balance with gravity.
She looked up to find Lorcan in a similar daze. He looked at her, a crooked smile on his face, but his eyes were clearly somewhere else. There seemed to be an overlay of kaleidoscopic colours on his face, and she couldn't help but find it funny. Actually, hilarious! She burst out laughing. She laughed and laughed till her eyes became wet and her stomach pained.
Her laughter seemed to bring Lorcan somewhat to his senses.
"Hey, whatchu laughin' at?"
Dom pointed a finger at him, her laughter subsiding to a chuckle.
He gave her a lopsided grin, "At me? How rude of you!" standing up, he offered her a hand. "As repentance, you must dance with me, Dominique Weasley."
Dom took his hand and he pulled her up, his hand wrapped around her waist, as she was yet a little unstable. "I'll take this dance as an opportunity to express just how sorry I am then, Lorcan Scamander." She whispered in his ear, an amused smile playing at her lips as she pulled back.
"Let's not waste a moment then!"
Lorcan led her to the dancefloor where the music was booming. Everyone around them seemed to be a world of their own, bodies just moving to rhythm of the music. To her, the music seemed to thrum at her eardrums, stretching out the beats as she danced. She felt a hand wrap around her waist, a body pull her close and hips that met hers as they moved together. She didn't know if it was seconds or hours, as time seemed to be moving at a slower pace than usual. She felt a pair of lips at the nape of her neck, which then moved to the side. Her hands reached up to bunch in a mop silky hair, as the pair of hands pulled her closer.
"Let's get out of here" a gruff voice whispered in her ear.
She nodded and, before she knew it, was whisked away from the dance floor to one of the alcoves he had pointed out earlier.
Lorcan pushed her up against the stone wall as his lips sought out hers. Their lips met hungrily. Her tongue darted out to lick his lower lip, as a result his lips parted and they were suddenly fighting for dominance with their tongues.
He reached down running a hand up her thigh, pulling it upwards and hooking it around his hip.
Dom's eyes flashed open as their bodies were now flush against each other. She could feel the lust surge through her as he ground his hips against hers. One of his hands reached up to pull her jacket away from her shoulder, the other hand reached underneath the jacket and wrapped around her midriff that was exposed between her skirt and corset.
He broke their kiss with a small smirk as he proceeded to kiss and run his tongue along her earlobe, another kiss below the ear, at the base of her neck, fluttering kisses along her collarbone, her shoulder. Dom could feel her heart beat erratically, as he closed in on the top of her breast. She could feel his lips against the soft pliable flesh of her breast, her breath caught.
Suddenly, he became heavier. Heavier, as if he couldn't support his weight.
"Lorcan?"
"Dom…" Came a groaning voice against her chest.
"Oh hell.."
She straightened herself and pushed him away with all her might. His body had gone limp and was stumbling back when she caught him by his arm, his head lolling to one side.
She carefully positioned him so that he would fall on the cushions beneath them, releasing him bit by bit so as to break his fall. He lay on the cushions, unconscious. Dom bent down beside him, tucking her hair behind her ear.
"Since when did you become such a lightweight, Scamander?" She spoke to his lifeless form. "Passing out on me? Not cool."
She shook her head and stood up, deciding to leave him there. She'd mention his location to his twin on her way out. She pulled her jacket back on and adjusted her corset before leaving the alcove.
Well, that was a downer, she thought. Her high had completely evaporated, and all that action had left her a little hot and wound up. Deciding she needed to clear her head up a bit, she began making her way up the spiral staircase to the top of the Astronomy Tower.
When she reached the top, she found a familiar scent of cigarettes in the air. She walked out into the balcony where the scent was coming from, curiosity getting the best of her.
She was shocked to find a surprised pair of black eyes staring back at her.
"Oh! Sorry- I didn't know that… I can leave if you want?" She said, pointing towards the staircase.
Sebastian shrugged, "It's a free country, Weasley. You're welcome to stay."
Dom decided that she would. She leaned back against the stone railing of the balcony and watched him smoke. Her eyes followed his movements as he brought the burning roll to his lips and inhaled, the end burned a bright orange.
"Never seen a chap smoke before?" he asked, catching her by surprise.
Her face reddened in embarrassment when she realized she'd been caught staring. She looked up to find his smiling slightly, his eyes held an amused glint as he let out the smoke from his lightly parted lips.
She cleared her throat, "I have. I guess I just wasn't expecting it from you."
"From me? What's that supposed to mean?" He raised an eyebrow at her, expecting an answer.
"You know... Its Muggle stuff..." She said awkwardly, realizing how she was sounding. "I mean most wizards don't indulge in it."
"You mean most pureblood fanatic wizards from Slytherin don't indulge in it." He finished what hung unsaid in the air.
"I didn't mean-" she started, but he interrupted her.
"You did. And exactly that." He took another drag. "It's not exactly your fault. I guess the tables of prejudice have been turned."
"Look, Nott." She started slowly, "I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to sound so judgmental.."
"Its alright, love. I'm sort of used to it." He cracked a small smile at her. "So, am I mistaken in understanding that you smoke as well or can I interest you in one?"
He opened a silver case in which there were arranged a neat row of cigarettes.
She returned his smile with a relief and took one of the cigarettes that he offered. He pulled out a box of matchsticks and struck one, lighting it for her. She raised an eyebrow at him before placing the cigarette between her lips and bending down to light the end of the cigarette with the matchstick he held.
"You're full of surprises, aren't you, Sebastian Nott?" she said, taking a drag from her cigarette.
He gave a laugh, "I'm not a predictable person, Miss Weasley."
"Oh, I can see that.." she whispered, watching the smoke float out of her lips as she exhaled.
They stood their silence for a while, smoking their respective cigarettes. They had fallen into sort of a pattern. When she'd exhale, he'd inhale. When her end would burn brighter, he'd part his lips to let the smoke swirl out. The moon was bright over their heads as they looked out onto the lake, its waters sheltering a rippling reflection of it. It was strangely, peaceful.
Finally, his burned out. He dropped it and put it out under his shoe. She turned to him. There were words on the tip of her tongue, but they couldn't escape. He looked into her eyes for a moment, maybe expecting her to say something. But when she didn't, he simply nodded and left.
She stared at his back as he disappeared down the staircase. Letting out a sigh, she turned back to the lake and brought the cigarette to her lips, a small smile curving around her lips.
Sebastian descended down the staircase to the floor where the party had now slowed down. Everybody seemed too drunk, high or sleepy to have much energy in them to be lively. He assumed it must be quite late into the night. Scanning the crowd for Daniel, his eyes fell on a certain blonde at the bar. He made his way over.
"Scorpius, what are you doing here alone?" He clapped a hand on his shoulder, ordering a Firewhiskey of his own.
"Hey Sebastian." Scorpius mumbled, looking up at him with a small smile.
Sebastian had brought his glass to his lips, when he caught sight of his expression. He took a slow sip, feeling the burn down his throat as he swallowed it.
"Okay.. Should I ask?" He said slowly.
The boy shook his head.
"I… shouldn't?"
Scorpius let out a laugh, "'Bastian you're really bad at this, you know?"
Sebastian laughed with him, "I know I am. But really, what's bothering you? You look like you've taken a tour of Azkaban."
He just shook his head, this time as if trying to get something off as well, "No, I guess I've just had too much to drink tonight. That, and I'm a right arse."
"Won't disagree with either of the two. Next?"
Scorpius rolled his eyes at him, "I fucked up, man."
"Fucked up what?" asked Daniel, arriving at the scene before Sebastian could put up the same question.
"Rose Weasley." Scorpius muttered under his breath.
"What?!"
"Man, are you crazy?!"
"You're moping over a chick?" Sebastian looked at him incredulously.
"She's not just a 'chick'!" Scorpius retorted angrily. "I actually fancy her, Sebastian."
The two older boys exchanged a look.
"Okay, Scorpius." Daniel said calmly. "Cool down. So what did you do to screw it up?"
Scorpius looked at him hesitantly before sighed, "I might've kissed her."
"Are you that bad?" Sebastian raised an eyebrow.
Scorpius punched him in the arm.
"She didn't return it. Freaked out. Uh- might've slapped me. Ran off."
Daniel and Sebastian looked at each other. They shouldn't have, because the next moment, they burst out laughing.
"What?!" Scorpius scowled at them. "Why are you guys laughing?! I should never have told you two."
Daniel took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, before snickering again, "Can't believe she slapped you, Scorp."
Sebastian, meanwhile had stopped laughing, but was still highly amused, "Okay, how about you start by apologizing?"
"I've been trying to. She avoids me like the plague."
"Oh, these Weasley chicks." Daniel sighed, his laughs finally subsiding. "Quite the women they are. Speaking of which," He glanced to his left for a second, "Excuse me boys!"
Sebastian followed his gaze and noticed Dominique Weasley had just passed by them on returning from the tower.
Sebastian and Scorpius watched him catch up to her, flash her his charming smile (The You're-Going-To-Be-In-My-Bed charming smile), place a hand on her arm. Sebastian noticed the squeeze. They saw her roll her eyes at him. They saw him whisper something in her ear. They then saw her laugh, push him in the chest, then nod and finally walk away with a wave and smile.
Daniel walked back to them with a smug smile, hands spread out, "And that's how you ask a Weasley chick out, mate!"
Sebastian rolled his eyes.
Scorpius banged his head on the bar.
Daniel stayed smug all night.
Back in the Gryffindor Dormitories though, Dominique wanted another smoke.
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