"Will you quit stepping on my foot! My god, Weasley, I swear you must have two left feet!"

This was fucking stupid. We were supposed to be doing the waltz or some shit like that. But I couldn't get the hang of it and kept tripping over my dress and getting tangled in all its fucking frilly bits.

Draco was less than amused.

"It's not my fault - it's this stupid fucking dress!" I spat, letting go of him as everyone else whirled effortlessly around us.

Fucking show offs.

"Well at least we agree on something." He muttered, grabbing my waist and trying to position me back into what ever stupid fucking position we needed to be in to 'dance'.

"What - you agree that it's not my fault I can't dance?" I asked, cocking my eyebrow up at him.

"No - that it's a stupid fucking dress!"

Right - that was it. I was getting the fuck out of there. Ripping his hand off my waist, I angrily turned around.

"Where are you going?" He called after me.

"Out for some fucking fresh air!" I bellowed back.

"But you'll break the formation!" He spluttered, looking around the dance floor in panic.

"GOOD!"

Seemingly at a loss of what else to do; he followed me.

"Outside where?" He asked, catching up with me as I stormed through the doors into the Entrance Hall.

"Anywhere away from this fucking stupid party. WHO THE FUCK WALTZES AT A SCHOOL DISCO?!"

"We were supposed to be doing the Foxtrot," Draco drawled derisively, as we reached the oak doors. "Don't you pay attention to anything, Weasley?"

Like I gave a fuck what the stupid dance was called.

I ignored him as I wrenched open the doors, closing my eyes blissfully as I filled my lungs gratefully with the cold night air.

When I reopened them, I noticed Draco giving me an odd look.

"What?!" I spat.

I wasn't in the fucking mood to hear him remind me of how bloody awful I looked.

"Uh-" he looked startled, as if I'd caught him fucking masturbating or something.

A pink tinge rose to his cheeks as he thrust his hands in his trouser pockets and looked away.

Well this was an interesting development. Draco Malfoy was flustered.

I was just about to tease him something rotten about it, when the doors flew open behind us.

"Oh Viktor! You're so funny!"

I turned around to see Hermione hanging off the arm of Viktor Krum and fucking giggling like a school girl.

I wasn't used to seeing him this big so close.

Now was my chance to get a piece of the real pie.

"Hi, I'm Veronica Weasley," I beamed, flicking my hair back over my shoulder as I licked my upper lip in the most seductive way I could muster. "But you can call me Ronnie."

I'd show Hermione how it was fucking done.

He looked down at me, unable to disguise the horror on his face as he stared at my dress.

"Vot is that?" He asked, his lip curling in revulsion.

"Well this is actually really fashionable where I come from," I said, trying to play it cool.

"Yeah, the cess pit," I heard Draco snigger next to me, as Hermione pulled Krum away giggling.

I turned to glare at him.

"You know you're seriously fucking cramping my style right now, Malfoy!"

"I really don't think that's possible, Weasley."

"What does he see in her anyway?" I muttered, glaring at the retreating backs of Hermione and Krum as they disappeared into the bushes.

"Well, she doesn't get dressed in the dark, for one."

"WILL YOU SHUT UP ABOUT MY FUCKING DRESS! NOT ALL OF US CAN AFFORD TO SHOP IN BUCKINGHAM FUCKING PALACE!"

"You know, that's not actually a shop- hey, where are going now?"

"Anywhere where you're not!"

I started storming down the stone steps, but my foot got caught on one of the long lace tassels of my dress, and then suddenly I was falling, landing face down on the gravel drive at the bottom.

Ah fuck. I'd already lost all dignity by that point anyway, thanks to my fucking mother.

Footsteps hurried down behind me, and paused by my side.

"Nice knickers, Weasley."

"Help me up will you, you fucktard!"

"Now, now, ask nicely."

I lifted my head up to see Draco smirking down at me. Anger bolted through the pit of my stomach and I instantly jumped to my feet, scowling right up in his face.

"You know you're the worst fucking date ever!" I spat. "A troll has better manners than you!"

"Well, I'd say a hag dresses better than you, but I've think you've got it spot on there, Weasley."

His silver grey eyes glinted under the moonlight, an amused expression upon his face at seeing the fury in mine.

I lunged at him.

We both fell onto the ground behind him, tussling immediately as I attempted to straddle him.

Overpowering me, he managed to roll me over and pin my flailing arms down on the ground above my head, gripping my wrists painfully in his grasp.

"You crazy bitch! What do you think you're doing?!" He snarled, hot breaths hitting my face as he glared down at me, sparks of fury in his eyes.

My chest rose up and down heavily beneath him as I too glared back, our eyes locked together in some kind of furious battle.

Our ragged breaths made the only sounds in the night air, and I could feel the furious pound of his heart against my chest, matching my own thudding one. Confusion flickered in his eyes and I didn't miss the brief dart to my lips. The weight of his body pinning me down sent an unexpected sudden bolt of longing through me.

And then, out of nowhere, we were kissing.

The intensity of it literally took my breath away. It was as though a fire had ripped through my stomach, burning through my veins and lighting up every inch of my skin.

Lips attacked lips, tongue danced with tongue. I was hungry, and so was he.

A groan of longing escaped the back of my throat as his teeth bit my lip. His hands were no longer pinning my wrists down, but were in my hair and cupping my face, deepening the kiss ever more, as he too, groaned into my mouth.

I didn't want him to stop.

"Oi, Malfoy! What the fuck are you doing down there?!"

Our kiss came to an immediate halt as we both froze at the sound of Crabbe's voice.

Quick as a flash, Draco jumped off of me as though I really was on fire.

Panic flitted across his features as his eyes darted from the approaching figures of Crabbe and Goyle, who were making their way down the steps of the castle, and back down to me, where I had hoisted myself up onto my elbows, panting heavily from our very heated encounter.

He looked horrified as he seemed to struggle to decide what to do.

And then he did the most Draco Malfoy thing that only Draco Malfoy could do.

"AND DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH ME AGAIN YOU FILTHY BLOOD TRAITOR!" He roared, pointing a furious finger down at me, before wheeling round and striding off to meet his goons.

Well fuck me, I thought, as I brought a hand up to my lips where they were only moments ago being attacked by the Slytherin Prince.

That was totally unexpected.

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