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Chloé POV____________

I got ready for an evening out with the twins. The weather is pretty bad outside, it's dark already and very windy. But that doesn't change my mind, I want to go.

My outfit is very comfortable but also attractive. Who knows, maybe I'll meet some handsome elf on my way. I put on my black long sleeved dress with slit skirt, a big beige coat and knee high black boots. Who cares about cold, anyways.

I was ready to leave, so I opened the door and forgot to look if the air is clear. Of course it's not.

Draco is standing in his door with that Pansy girl, talking to her about something. She is taller than me, her hair is black and short to her shoulders. She's definitely not ugly, just not my type.

Both of them immediately looked at me and as soon as Pansy noticed me, she rolled her eyes.

"Going on a date with Weasley fuckers?" He asked with an amusement in his voice.

"None of your damn business." I snapped and left.

"You can go to strip club with that dress!" He shouted after me, like I care. I raised my middle finger at him and then sucked it with my mouth. And boy, the look he gave me.

The twins are already waiting for me in the hall. As I was arriving, Fred looked at me head to toe and whistled.

"Bloody hell, are you trying to get a free round of butterbeers?"

"Because you can." Fred winked and I winked back.

"That was totally my intention." I said and giggled.

We left Hogwarts and headed straight to the Broomsticks. It's very cold and the part on my thighs, that my dress and boots couldn't cover properly, is freezing and full of goosebumps.

I rushed in the bar. It was expectedly crowded, but Fred found a free table in the back. George went to order butterbeers.

"Do you wanna know a secret?" Fred leaned closer to me and whispered.

"Say it!"

"Do you see that girl?" He pointed at a tiny blonde girl, "don't tell anyone, but George has like the biggest crush on her since 4th year."

She was there with people from her house - they were all wearing their ravenclaw habits. Weird. Why would someone do that? Wear these ugly cloaks when they don't have to?

"She seems sweet."

"It's Luna Lovegood, she's the same year as you-"

Fred instantly stopped, because George came with three butterbeers in his hands. He sat next to me, so that I'm in between them.

"What are you two talking about? I hope not me."

"No, no..." I stuttered and looked to the ground.

"Fucks sake, Fred. Did you tell her?"

"She has the right to know! I thought she could help you out a bit." Defended Fred himself.

George looked at me with a thinking look on his face.

"I mean, I could talk to her, you know..." I mumbled.

He leaned back on the chair with a sigh.

"Three bloody years. I've loved her for three years."

Fred tapped him on his shoulder.

I sipped the butterbeer, this was my first time. It is kinda good, but definitely missing something.

"That is supposed to be alcoholic?" I asked and sipped again to prove my point.

"Only a little." Answered Fred and gently wiped the white mustache from my upper lip. I smiled and thanked.

"Well, I think it needs a little..." I reached in my black mini bag and pulled out my little brown flask with rum, "improvement." I added and poured a little to everyone's drink.

The twins laughed, I laughed. I felt so good. They made me feel truly happy.

"I propose a toast to us!" Shouted drunk George.

"To us!" I added, feeling tipsy.

"To George to finally get laid!" Added Fred, clinking so hard that he spilled some butterbeer on me.

"Shut up, Fred..." Blushed George. How cute.

We drank, talked and laughed until around 9.30pm. We would stay longer, but our curfew is only until 10pm.

Our way home was very interesting. Fred had too much drink, George had to walk him so he wouldn't fall. I laughed at them the whole way back.

Then we said goodbye and went to our common rooms. Such a pity we're not in the same house.

When I stepped my tipsy foot into the corridor, I gasped. The door to my room is fucking open.

I slowly walked to my room, expecting something to burst out of there and scare the shit out of me. But it looks like no one is in here, so I went in and closed the door. You probably just forgot to close it, I thought.

I tipsy walked to my bed and undressed myself to my black lace underwear. I was going to unpin my bra, when all of sudden, someone's hands grabbed my neck from behind and pulled me back. I gasped and almost fell to the floor.

I could smell him. I could smell Draco.

"Draco, what are-" I wanted to turn my head to face him, but he didn't let me. He aggressively grabbed both my hands and pulled them together behind my back. It all happened so quickly. Our breaths became heavier and heavier from all the tension.

I could have defended, but somehow, I didn't really want to.

When he leaned his head on my shoulder, he placed a few wet kisses there. His soft beard hair shivered my naked shoulder skin.

"Did you have fun with your little boyfriends?" He asked calmly and moved to my ear, grabbing my hair and gently putting it to the other side of my shoulders.

I immediately got goosebumps spreading through my whole body.

"They're not-"

He didn't let me finish the sentence. His strong arms turned my body to him. He grabbed my neck with his right hand and with the left hand, he aggressive pulled my hair back. I let out a soft moan, I am fucking drunk.

"Moaning already?" Whispered to my ear again.

Right after that, his lips connected with mine in a very aggressive way, placing thirsty wet kisses all over my lips. Goosebumps are all over my body by now, and my feelings confused. He pulled away, short of breath, to see my reaction.

Without any hesitation, I kissed him back. Soon, we proceeded into making out. Our tongues slid into each other's mouth, leaving wet marks on the outside of our lips. He gently choked my neck and I gasped with my mouth open.

"Just fuck me already." I said and pulled him closer to my body. I almost forgot that I'm half naked.

He ran his thumb over my lips, making his way inside my mouth. I fully sucked it while looking at him. We were so close to each other, I could feel his stone hard dick in his pants.

Then, he suddenly pulled me away.

"You're drunk." Said and looked me dead in the eye. He turned and walked out of my room. Just like that.

"But you didn't mind that when you fucking kissed me, asshole!" I screamed after him, hoping he would hear it and come back.

He didn't.

I didn't recognize myself. Falling for a boy in a week? That's nothing like me.