"Pansy's still upset," I tell Malfoy, four days after the Halloween party fiasco.
We're walking down to dinner, the other four in our friend group trailing behind, and Malfoy is two steps behind me, so as not to look suspicious. I step into the line to enter the Great Hall and Malfoy slips into line as well, right behind me. A group of Gryffindor boys is behind us, sectioning us off from Pansy, Onyx, Theo and Blaise. I'm thankful for this, given the topic of our whispered conversation.
"Nothing, especially Pansy fucking Parkinson, is going to keep me from getting what I want," Malfoy growls, keeping his volume low.
"I'm saying no," I whisper, not even turning around to look at him. I keep my eyes forward, staring at the back of Parvati Patil's head. "Until she stops getting hammered every night, you're shit out of luck."
"She did that far before I hurt her feelings," Malfoy scoffs. I can practically hear the eye roll in his tone. His voice shifts slightly to the left and I look over my shoulder, seeing him lean over onto the wall to sulk. "Besides. It's not like she was ever my bloody girlfriend. She's just a gold digger who's been trying to hop on my dick since third year."
"That's my best friend you're speaking of," I hiss over my shoulder. I watch as the line starts to move forward, letting us into the Great Hall. I continue whispering to Malfoy as I'm walking through the doorway. "Are you going to treat me like a nuisance as well, after you fuck me?"
There's a moment of silence and I have a feeling that the conversation is over. But as I walk to the Slytherin table, Malfoy rushes ahead of me, throwing venom over his shoulder.
"And you say I don't pay attention," he snaps in a low hiss.
Soon, we're both sitting diagonally at the table, him glaring at the wall ahead and me looking at him in outrage and confusion.
What the fuck did he mean by that? Did I miss something?
"Theodore, if we get expelled for this. . ." Onyx says, plopping down next to me as Malfoy and I are joined by the others.
"That's the point of a seventh year prank. They won't expell us because we're fixing to leave anyway," Theo says as he sits down between Blaise and Malfoy, a mischevious grin on his dimpled face.
"But it's dangerous, Theo," Onyx complains.
"Dangerous? How are cornish pixies dangerous?"
"Don't you remember second year DADA?" I ask, crossing my arms and setting them on the tabletop. The food appears right where I had just set my arms and I grimace, having just stuffed my elbow in a bowl of magically-conjured mashed potatoes.
"Besides, how did you even get five hundred cornish pixies?" Blaise asks as I wipe my elbow with a table napkin.
"Five hundred?" Pansy asks, excitement in her eyes. She's been rather. . . chaotic since Malfoy rejected her.
"I don't have them yet," Theo says. "I'm not keeping five hundred pixies shoved up my bum."
"Wouldn't be surprised if you were, Nott," Malfoy grumbles.
"How are you getting them in?" I ask, picking at a piece of yorkshire pudding.
"I know a bloke," Theo replies with a shrug, shoving a baked chicken leg into his mouth. He points at me with the chicken leg, mouth full. "Have a little faith, Blackwood."
We are all smarter than to put our faith entirely in Theodore Nott.
But that night, a random Wednesday because 'they'll be least expecting it,' all six of us gather in the common room at midnight.
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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...
