Well here it is… okay, Embrace is coming out with a new chapter soon, just hold on… and Anney and I are thinking about doing a sequel for Talisman… so that means most likely a yes to one. Umm thanks for the reviews… and well no… I didn't research this stuff so it must be the other explanation…
Anyway… on with the fic…
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FREE!!! MY FUCKING GOD I'M FREE!!! LIBRE! LIBRE! LIBRE! Yes! I do a little dance, I don't make a little love, because I'm not going down tonight! Do do do do...not going down tonight! I laugh, I think I've gone insane. Anyway, damn I can't wait to have a cigarette. Dinner was uneventful, except I could feel someone's eyes on me, and every time I looked at Potter he was looking at me! And then he turned away and blushed! I can't believe this, I don't need or want a pity party. But I was beyond pissed, on my way out, when Ron yelled at me something about being a crack head or something so I turned to him, don't know why I did it, I guess it would shut him up easier, well I told him off in French. The look on his face was priceless... it was like "Wha-?" I laugh again, I don't think anyone knew before that I speak French, ah not a big deal. But that Granger girl turned to him and told him it was French, she actually smiled at me! I was waiting for Ron to say something and Hermione just went on explaining how it was considered the "Language of Love." Bull. Fucking. Shit. But when she said that, Harry choked on his food and looked up at me from his seat, which was something else to behold in wonder. I'm afraid I'll never be able to understand him. Fucking sympathic loser he is.
Oh yeah. My sweet, sweet tobacco. "I love you!" I tell my cigarette, and take another drag. Feels like heaven, my hands are still shaking though, and now I'm trembling, I knew I should have brought a jacket or something on my way out. Oh well. Sitting on the steps to the entrance of the Hogwarts, I sigh, take another drag off my cig, and wrap my other arm around me. Maybe it's for the best that I don't do drugs anymore... god, this is so hard.
"Hey."
I almost jumped out of my skin when I heard that voice; I didn't even hear any footsteps. I turn around and behold! Its Potter, who other? He sits down next to me and pulls out a pack of Marlboro Lights. Like mine, Dumbledore told me I can only smoke lights now... maybe he told Harry the same thing. Wait! Back up! Rewind! Since when does the Golden Boy smoke?
"Since when does the Golden Boy smoke?" I asked him.
He looks at me and takes a drag, "Since when does the Dragon speak French?" he says then blows out his smoke.
I just stare at him, this is so weird.
"Dumbledore basically told me the same thing he probably told you... 'Only smoke Lights.' Cept I never did any drugs."
I glare at him, "Thanks for pointing out my flaws. How many junkies do you know who can quit cold turkey?"
He looks at me again, "I wasn't, and it's not a flaw. Sometimes people need things to help them forget or block out things. And I don't know any junkies, cept maybe you."
I continue to stare at him, wow. He actually can understand. Damn his eyes are really green... I shiver as the wind picks up, but I still didn't break eye contact with him. He took off his sweater thing... don't believe I've ever seen anything like that before, must be muggle... and handed it to me.
"Your cold, here, you can wear my hoodie."
I just look at him and then back at the hoodie. Taking it in my hands I could still feel his warmth on it. I slipped it on. That's better. Damn those muggles! They can make some pretty fashionable and comfy things...and...no! Don't think about that! DAMNIT!
"Thanks." I mumble.
He just smiles at me. We sat there and smoked in silence for a long time. It was a comfortable silence really, I was impressed at myself for not insulting him or even making an ass of myself, maybe he wasn't trying to give me a pity party. I stand up, flicking my cigarette butt away.
"Umm.. thanks...again." I said and started to take off his hoodie.
"You can keep it." he says with a smirk on his face and as he drops his butt and turns to me.
"Umm..."
"Your welcome." he whispered in my ear as he walked by, that damned lip ring touching my skin. I can only stand there and stare at the spot where he was sitting. I finally look away and then down at my crotch. Damnit...
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FREE!!! MY FUCKING GOD I'M FREE!!! LIBRE! LIBRE! LIBRE! Yes! I do a little dance, I don't make a little love, because I'm not going down tonight! Do do do do...not going down tonight! I laugh, I think I've gone insane. Anyway, damn I can't wait to have a cigarette. Dinner was uneventful, except I could feel someone's eyes on me, and every time I looked at Potter he was looking at me! And then he turned away and blushed! I can't believe this, I don't need or want a pity party. But I was beyond pissed, on my way out, when Ron yelled at me something about being a crack head or something so I turned to him, don't know why I did it, I guess it would shut him up easier, well I told him off in French. The look on his face was priceless... it was like "Wha-?" I laugh again, I don't think anyone knew before that I speak French, ah not a big deal. But that Granger girl turned to him and told him it was French, she actually smiled at me! I was waiting for Ron to say something and Hermione just went on explaining how it was considered the "Language of Love." Bull. Fucking. Shit. But when she said that, Harry choked on his food and looked up at me from his seat, which was something else to behold in wonder. I'm afraid I'll never be able to understand him. Fucking sympathic loser he is.
Oh yeah. My sweet, sweet tobacco. "I love you!" I tell my cigarette, and take another drag. Feels like heaven, my hands are still shaking though, and now I'm trembling, I knew I should have brought a jacket or something on my way out. Oh well. Sitting on the steps to the entrance of the Hogwarts, I sigh, take another drag off my cig, and wrap my other arm around me. Maybe it's for the best that I don't do drugs anymore... god, this is so hard.
"Hey."
I almost jumped out of my skin when I heard that voice; I didn't even hear any footsteps. I turn around and behold! Its Potter, who other? He sits down next to me and pulls out a pack of Marlboro Lights. Like mine, Dumbledore told me I can only smoke lights now... maybe he told Harry the same thing. Wait! Back up! Rewind! Since when does the Golden Boy smoke?
"Since when does the Golden Boy smoke?" I asked him.
He looks at me and takes a drag, "Since when does the Dragon speak French?" he says then blows out his smoke.
I just stare at him, this is so weird.
"Dumbledore basically told me the same thing he probably told you... 'Only smoke Lights.' Cept I never did any drugs."
I glare at him, "Thanks for pointing out my flaws. How many junkies do you know who can quit cold turkey?"
He looks at me again, "I wasn't, and it's not a flaw. Sometimes people need things to help them forget or block out things. And I don't know any junkies, cept maybe you."
I continue to stare at him, wow. He actually can understand. Damn his eyes are really green... I shiver as the wind picks up, but I still didn't break eye contact with him. He took off his sweater thing... don't believe I've ever seen anything like that before, must be muggle... and handed it to me.
"Your cold, here, you can wear my hoodie."
I just look at him and then back at the hoodie. Taking it in my hands I could still feel his warmth on it. I slipped it on. That's better. Damn those muggles! They can make some pretty fashionable and comfy things...and...no! Don't think about that! DAMNIT!
"Thanks." I mumble.
He just smiles at me. We sat there and smoked in silence for a long time. It was a comfortable silence really, I was impressed at myself for not insulting him or even making an ass of myself, maybe he wasn't trying to give me a pity party. I stand up, flicking my cigarette butt away.
"Umm.. thanks...again." I said and started to take off his hoodie.
"You can keep it." he says with a smirk on his face and as he drops his butt and turns to me.
"Umm..."
"Your welcome." he whispered in my ear as he walked by, that damned lip ring touching my skin. I can only stand there and stare at the spot where he was sitting. I finally look away and then down at my crotch. Damnit...
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