Draco Fart Face ~ D.M.

Chapter 4 - Tacos in the Great Hall

Amanda Cosgrove's POV:

Milkers and I were eating in the Great Hall. Tonight, the house elves had prepared a feast of tacos, complete with huge servings of beans.

We whispered throughout the sorting ceremony, only stopping to clap for the new Hufflepuffs. I tended to not care about this part of the feast. I literally despise first years and kick them down the fucking stairs. They can literally go suck a dick. Those eleven year old cunts. I'm never going to have children.

The sorting ceremony ended, and we began to eat. The tacos were incredible, but I'm sure we all were going to have some gas issues later, just like Draco. At least he would feel included. Suddenly, that's all I could think about. Draco. His intoxicating appearance and his toxic farts. I needed to talk to him.

I excused myself and headed over to the Slytherin table. Milkers shouted after me. I knew that he wanted a piece of this, but I needed to find Draco first. Milkers was always an option, though. He was kinda hot. He actually looked like the young version of Moldy Voldy, except taller, blonder, and with bigger moobs.

Regardless of his appearance, I just didn't feel the same connection with Milkers that I did Draco.

Draco's POV:

I was basically stuffing myself full of Mexican food. I didn't care if my entire stomach contents spilled out of my ass after this. I was upset, and nothing could change that. I worried that Amanda Cosgrove would never want to speak with me again. I would literally rather die.

I shoved my fifth serving of refried beans down my throat as the unexpected happened. Was that... AMANDA COSGROVE? Coming to my table? Oh no.

Amanda Cosgrove's POV:

I push Pansy Parkinson aside and sit next to Draco.

"Hey, you obese slut! I was sitting there."

"Shut the fuck up Pansy." Draco snapped, putting his plate down. I looked at him in shock, not expecting him to stand up for me. He's such a bad boy but so soft (and hard) for me!

We looking into each others' orbs for a few moments until Draco finally spoke up.

"So, what do you want?" Draco asked, clearly trying to hold in his gas.

"I just wanted to talk about earlier." I said, looking down at the table. I was kind of nervous for some reason. I just really liked him.

"Oh. Well no time now, I must go." Draco said quickly, standing up. He was trying to leave, again. I couldn't let him escape my grasp.

"You don't have to be ashamed of your stinky farts! You can be yourself around me! Open up to me Draco, I want to smell it all. The good, the bad, the ugly. I want to be by your side."

"Really?" Draco said, shocked. Apparently, the shock was enough for a fart to slide out of his buttocks.

This fart was the loudest I had ever heard. It caused an earthquake that was recorded as a 10 on the Richter scale. The glass windows shattered as well as Dumbledore's half moon spectacles. The charms on the floating candles broke as they fell to the floor, setting the Great Hall on fire. All of the students screamed and began evacuating.

Draco and I rushed out of the Great Hall and into the dungeons, where the Slytherin common room was.

We ran to his dorm and he slammed the door behind him.

"Everyone knows." He said, collapsing onto his bed. I sat down next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"It's alright, Draco. I'm here." I reassured, leaning down and kissing him on the cheek.