The door has just barely slid shut on our compartment and I've already hexed him.
Literally, the door just slid shut and before I know it, I'm standing up from my very comfortable sitting-down position, my wand is raised, smoke is metaphorically coming out of my ears, and I've released the Langlock incantation, effectively sticking Draco Malfoy's tongue to the roof of his acid-spitting, hateslur-blaring, previously-smirking mouth.
A sound comes out of him, a little grunt of frustration and outrage, and by god, do I enjoy the look on his face. It's infuriated, appalled, outraged, with just a touch of fear.
"Merlin's left saggy tit, Evan!" Theo calls from his seat in the train compartment. My eyes dart in his direction and I'm laughing, a giggly little laugh of utter insanity.
I step closer to Malfoy, looking at his enraged eyes that are following my every movement, as if I might decide to Avada him, leaving his corpse's tongue stuck to the roof of its mouth for all eternity.
There's a chorus of irritation behind me. Such as, "God, already?" "We haven't even reached Hogwarts yet!" and "Will you give it a rest, Evangeline?" Fuck 'em.
The time it takes to step into Malfoy's proximity is miniscule, but I'm already talking, spitting fire with my tongue long before I'm suddenly inches away, glaring at him with venom.
"Call me a mudblood again and I'll staple the head of your putrid dick to your clammy-ass forehead. And I won't even use my wand," I say with a smile.
Onyx lets out a laugh, god bless her.
"Let the poor bloke go, Evangeline. I think you made your point," Blaise says with a smirk, picking at the wrapper of a chocolate frog.
I sit down next to Blaise, flinging myself over him and stealing two chocolate frogs before he can protest the thievery. I toss one across the compartment to Onyx, who's still laughing at Malfoy, who's now hurrying over to Theo and begging, wordlessly, for the counter-curse to release his tongue. Theo teases for a moment, letting Malfoy squirm, and I take my place next to Onyx and watch the show. It's not often that Malfoy's rendered speechless and believe me, all five of the rest of us are enjoying the respite. But Theo, after being glared at for several minutes by the unrelenting Malfoy-stare, waves his wand casually, releasing the hex.
"FUCKING CUNT!" Malfoy screams, and it seems that the insult is a release of tension, because he exhales hard as the words reach my ears.
"Better than 'mudblood' I suppose. But still rather vulgar," I say. Pansy, who's now sitting next to Malfoy and looking at him in idle concern, rolls her eyes.
"Evan, it's our last year. Can't you just-"
"Yes, exactly!" I exclaim psychotically, pointing a waving finger at Pans, as if accusatory. "Exactly. And what are we going to do in our final year at Hogwarts?" I ask my band of Slytherin misfits, popping a piece of the chocolate frog into my mouth.
"Party hard. Study not at all. Cause utter fucking mayhem," Theo says casually, tossing up a Bernie Botts and catching it in his mouth.
Onyx throws an arm around my shoulder. "Yes. Which means no bullying, Drakers."
Satisfied, I sit back in my seat.
"Filthy blood traitors, the lot of you," Malfoy says under his breath, glaring at a licorice wand Theodore has just slapped down into his lap. Theo's holding the licorice wand to his groin as if it's a dick and Malfoy looks down in disgust.
It is decided that there will be no more insults thrown at my wake. It's a silent promise made by my friends, and Theo and Malfoy seem to be the most unwilling to cooperate. Theo because he enjoys making jokes at my expense, and Malfoy because he fuckin' hates me.
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Fuckboy {Draco Malfoy 18+}
Fanfiction"You want to know what I taste like?" I say, leaving my mouth slightly open. I can feel Malfoy's breath on my lips. He doesn't answer, but his breath hitches as he looks down. "You really want to know?" "Just do it," Malfoy barks. "So I can have som...
