Chapter One: on a drunken whim

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"With a taste of your lips
I'm on a ride
You're toxic I'm slipping under
With a taste of a poison paradise
I'm addicted to you."
-Britney Spears, Toxic

So maybe it was fate (or just good luck) that Louis and Lucy Weasley ended up being the youngest Weasley's on the tree.

Because in all honestly neither minded being the youngest as long as they were together. And as fate does, Lucy and Louis are always together, even getting an apartment together after their time at Hogwarts.

And so it was that the two developed a tradition of going out to a different bar or club each night, often saving the other from an undesirable member of the opposite sex. Except, that is for now.

She's been talking with a blond boy, who happens to be w a y too attractive for Louis's taste. He was taller then Louis and obviously stronger, his build stocker, his eyes bright and attentive on Lucy and whatever bullshit spilling from her lips.

Lucy's own greengreen eyes smiling up at him, a small smirk playing at her all too kissable lips. Her long, dark brown hair pulled back into a loose braid, her slim form adorned in a crimson red mini dress, sleek black heels on her small feet.

Sighing Louis turned back to the girl who had bought him a drink.

For the rest of the night he drank more then usual, watching the pair closely, ready to save Lucy at the flick of her beautiful eyes. The night wares into early morning as the pair stumble out of the club, Lucy just as drunk as himself. The boy she had been talking with disappeared with his girlfriend leaving her pissed off and bitter.

"He shoulda toldsme ya'know, Lou?" Her words slurred into one another as she walked ahead of him.

Without realizing where his eyes rested, he smirked at the way she sashayed. Everything about Lucy was sensual and sexy, even her drunken walk had her hips moving back and fourth in a way their family would disapprove of.

"Mensare pigs, Luceee." He managed before resting his back against a nearby wall.

Lucy shook her head, standing in front of him. "Notsyouuu Lou! Yournots likedat. Your…different."

Louis raised a curious eyebrow, a cocky smirk becoming his lips. "How different?" His voice a whisper as Lucy came closer to him, pressing the length of her body against his own. At her teasing he felt something stir inside him, something he hadn't felt since Elizabeth had left him.

Lucy leaned into him, her lips crashing down on his in a passion and need so strong Louis had no choice but to respond to her. Without another word he drags her body into a dark ally throwing her against the wall, and hiking up her dress. His hands fisted into her hair, his lips moving against hers as their bodies blended into one and Louis couldn't tell if this was right or wrong.

What he did know was that if anything had ever felt like h e a v e n, Lucy Weasley was it.

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