Opposite Ends (Draco Malfoy)

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For some reason, Evangeline felt a little betrayed at the sight of Draco holding hands with another girl. As if she wasn't just on some date with another boy. It's not like they were even a thing anyway, but she couldn't help but get ahead of herself. She always does, she hates it.

She strutted down the corridor, just wanting to go anywhere, away from the Great Hall. "Yoo! 'Angie!" A familiar, slurred voice enthusiastically called out to her.

She knew it was Mattheo. She stopped in her tracks and took a deep, heavy breath before she turned around to see him and Blaise sitting on a window sill, leaning against the sides and facing towards each other. She began to walk towards them, and the closer she got, the more she could see that they were slumped.

"What are you dressed like that for?" Asked Mattheo with a smile on his face. "You look good."

"Thanks." She plastered on a fake grin, "I had a date."

"Oh, that's right." Mattheo for some reason knew what she was talking about.

"With Diggory." Chimed in Blaise, "Right?"

She nodded in response to him. "How do you know?"

"Draco and his jealousy issues." Smirked Zabini, with that same, infuriating smirk. "You should know at this point that he likes to talk his shit."

"Right."

Mattheo turned on the sill to face her, "You seem stressed, love. Let me smoke you out."

"Yes please." She sighed.

Mattheo put his hand out so that she could help him up off the window sill. Zabini stood up himself. She noticed that Blaise doesn't like to get too high. He's actually kind of responsible. Even though she doesn't like him much, that's one thing she admired him for.

The three of them walked to the abandoned girl's lavatory on the second floor. For a private smoke sesh, obviously.

They all sat on the floor in the back of the bathroom. Mattheo pulled a small bong out of his bag and handed it to Eva carefully. He took out a small bag of weed, packed the bowl, and began to light it with a lighter he had in his pocket. Eva inhaled once the green was smoking. The taste of the herb filled her mouth and gave her a harsh feeling in the back of her throat.

Zabini didn't smoke at all. He said he was already high enough and didn't want to get to the point he'd struggle to function properly. Mattheo didn't seem to care about how intoxicated he'd get. Eva and Mattheo had that in common.