You're Toxic, I'm Slipping Under
It was a perfect, foolproof plan. Everyone knew that every midnight, Malfoy snuck outside to smoke some pot. I decided to incorporate that into my plan to get him to ask me to the dance. I would sneak outside with all the money I could get my hands on (maybe the other girls in my dorm would wake up a little bit poorer in the morning) and ask him if I could buy some pot Ð not that I would ever smoke it. And I was hoping that peopleÉyou knowÉbought pot like this, and stuffÉI mean, I didn't really know how one laid their hands on drugs, if you know what I mean. Anyway, then I would bring up the dance and ask him if he had a date, and then, when he said no, I would make a sarcastic comment about him taking me and simply just pay attention to his reaction. It would all unfold from there
Well, that was my plan. Had I known what would come of it, I probably would have given all my money to the girls I stole some from just to make sure it did not happen.
So, knuts, sickles, and galleons jingling around in my pocket, I managed to sneak outside without getting caught. Locating Malfoy leaning against a tree at the edge of the forbidden forest, I bolted over to him.
He jumped, dropping his joint and then catching it in midair from surprise. Realizing it was just a student, he relaxed and took a nice longÉwhatever you take from jointsÉto slow down his heartbeatÉI guess
"What are you doing here, Weasley?" he finally said after letting a small trail of smoke escape from his oh-so-sexy mouth.
"I want some pot," I said, barely even believing that this was all coming out of my own mouth.
Nothing happened for a moment. Even the wind seemed to be holding itself back for the moment when everyone let everything out.
And Malfoy certainly did.
Suddenly, Malfoy was doubled over, laughing hysterically, wiping tears from his eyes, slapping his thighs. He turned away from me, regaining his compusure. I could still hear fits of laughter erupting from that mouth I had just found sexy moments before, and then he turned around.
"Sorry, Weasley," he replied, a broad smile across his face, showing off his beautiful, white teeth. "I must have been mistaken. I had thought you had asked me for some pot. Silly me.
"I did," I responded, feeling my cheeks feeling as though if you held a piece of wood next to them, they would catch on fire. "Look, I have Ð " I took out my money and began counting it " Ð fourteen galleons, twenty-two sickles, and forty-seven knuts," was my final answer.
Malfoy raised an eyebrow before saying, "I don't have anything on me right now besides this Ð " he held up the joint he'd been smoking for the last ten minutes Ð "But we could arrange something later."
He stood up off the tree and, tossing the remains of the tiny joint to me, started off towards the castle.
I dropped the disgusting drug like it was a bug, or something, and then jogged up to catch up with Malfoy.
"You're leaving already?" I asked, annoyed that my ingenious plan hadn't gone according toÉwellÉ plan.
"What?" Malfoy asked, stopping in the middle of the grounds. "Were you planning some big make-out session with the notorious Sex God Draco? Sorry, not gonna happen, kid."
"Okay, first of all, I am not a kid," I said slightly irritated as Malfoy began to walk again. "I'm sixteen. And," I was improvising here, taking anything I could get, "why couldn't a make-out session happen?
"You know what," Malfoy spoke suddenly, stopping again. "You're cute, so I'll leave you with this."
Suddenly I felt myself being drawn towards Malfoy and his lips were upon mine.
OH MY FREAKING GOD! I WAS KISSING HIM! I REALLY WAS!
All I could feel was pure joy spreading throughout my whole body. The few seconds felt like an eternity until they were ripped away when our lips parted. I was crushed as my vision began to return and his beautiful face came back into focus.
Did that really just happen? Or was it too good to be true?
"Well, I'd best be going now," he replied as if we'd simply just finished conversing about the weather. "Ta, ta, love." He tipped a nonexistant hat and strode off to the castle entrance, enveloped by darkness. I stared at the doors, waiting for him to reappear in the faint light. And when he did, I saw him enter the castle and never even glance my way.
Oh, well. Maybe it was just an accidentÉ?
After several minutes of thinking about my love, I, too, entered the castle slightly reluctantly. I could have been caught by Filch and whipped to a bloody pulp and I wouldn't care.
Because one, delicate memory still was settling in my mind. I had just kissed Draco Malfoy; the man of my dreams.
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