"Theodore. It's green, orange, blue, purple, red, back to purple, red, green, orange, then pink!" I say in rising irritation.
"How the bloody hell am I supposed to remember that?!" Theodore shrieks.
"I dunno, make up an acronym or something!" I exclaim.
"Oh yeah, Evangeline! A bloody acronym! 'GOBPRPRGOP' IS A MIGHTY FINE ACRONYM!! YOU'RE A GODDAMN GENIUS!!"
I crash down to the tabletop and press my forehead into my book, nudging it repeatedly on the cover. Onyx laughs, still beside herself after Theo's outburst, and rubs my back.
"What the bloody hell do I need an antidote to a love potion for anyway!? The test administrators for the N.E.W.T.s are so goddamn fugly, they've never even received one!"
"It's! On! The! Test!" I shriek.
We're sitting at the library together, at one of the communal tables, and we're studying for our N.E.W.T exams, which will be happening in a few short months.
And Theodore thought it would be a lovely idea for me to help him study for Potions, an exam I'm not even going to be taking.
Ten minutes later, Theo is scribbling furiously on a piece of parchment, trying to remember the instructions for the antidote. He lets out a grunt of frustration and I look up from my Care of Magical Creatures study guide, glaring at him.
Theo breaks, whining. "Evannnnn. . . what's-"
"Let the girl breathe, Nott. For fuck's sake," comes Draco to my rescue.
"You help him, Draco," I say, begging my boyfriend with my eyes. He gives me a 'are you fucking kidding me' kind of glance, and I say 'I'll suck your dick if you help him for five minutes' with my eyes.
Draco sighs, cursing the ceiling, and leans his arm around the back of Theo's chair, looking down at the scribbled parchment.
"Goddamn, Theodore, what the fuck is this shite?!"
Theo grips Draco's shirt front with both hands, yanking Draco down and staring right into his eyes, parted by a mere inch.
"Help me!" he begs dramatically, eyes widdened madly and teeth barred.
Onyx is laughing, silent little sobs that are wracking her body. Blaise is biting his fist, quill hovering over his parchment as he tries to keep from laughing. And I've got my forehead pressed into my book again, my back lurching.
After five minutes of grumbling and Draco's gracious help, Theodore has written the antidote recipe underneath the crossed out scribbles.
"How the fuck did you even get this far, Theodore? N.E.W.T. student my aching arse," Draco grumbles. Then he points his quill at me menacingly. "You owe me, E."
I smirk at him, glancing up for only a second from my own homework.
For the past few weeks, we've been slowly, ever so fucking slowly, becoming public friends. In some ways, he's on the same level with me as Blaise and Theo now. And the rest of our group seems to be warming up to the idea, no longer thinking it's strange like they did at first.
Except Parkinson. She hasn't joined our study group intentionally.
After Draco called her a cunt, in fact, she's never around the rest of us when he is.
And I fucking love it.
I'm not even mad at her anymore. Just impartial. The friendship we had does not outweigh the wrongs she's committed.
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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...
