Toxic

Britney Spears

Baby can't you see

I'm callin

A guy like you

Should wear a warnin

It's dangerous

I'm fallin

There's no escape

I ican't wait

I need a hit

Baby give me it

It's dangerous

I'm lovin it

Too high can't come down

It's in my head spinnin round and round

Can you feel me now

With that taste of your lips I'm on a ride

Your toxic I'm slippin under

Taste of a poison paradise

I'm addicted to you

Don't you know that your toxic

And I love what you do

Don't you know that you're toxic

It's getting late

To give you up

I took a sip

From my devil's cup

So lonely

It's takin over me

Too high can't come down

It's in the air spinnin all around

Can you feel me now

::Chorus::

I'm addicted to you

don't you know that you're toxic

and I love what you do

don't you know that you're toxic

don't you know that you're toxic

laaaaaaaaaaalalaaaaaaaaaaaaaalaaaaaaaaaaalaaaaaaaaaaaaa

laaaaaaaaaaaalalaalaaaaaaaaaaaaalaaaaaaaaalaaaaaaaaaaaa

taste of your lips I'm on a ride

you're toxic I'm slipping under

taste of a poison paradise

I'm addicted to you don't you know that you're toxic

Intoxicate me now

With your lovin now

I think I'm ready now

(I think I'm ready now)

intoxicate me now

with you're lovin now

I think I'm ready now

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Chapter One

Intoxicate Me Now

Love.

What a confusing thing. Everyone talks about it as if it's a word you can just throw around, not really caring how you use it or who you're using it about.

But really, it's much more important than that.

I can't say I've ever felt love..I honestly haven't. And, dear lord, I do not plan on feeling it anytime soon. I'm fed up with feelings. They just screw things up for you and the rest of the world because you know, no matter what, that your feelings will have an affect on someone. Conciously or subconciously, they will. And whether or not those feelings will emerge right away cannot be told.

I guess I should start explaining what the hell I'm talking about. Well, it all started one day when I was walking out of a horrendously dreadful potions class. I had staid behind to help out that clumsy Longbottom clean up his stupid materials he had managed to shatter all over the room.

Obviously, that didn't go over too well with that rotten Professor Snape.

Sometimes I just want to wring his filthy little neck.

When I was finished helping Neville, I hurried out of the classroom, humming some song I had forgotten the lyrics to underneath my breath. It had been ringing around my head since the day before when I had seen the word "Toxic" written on a potion bottle in a cupboard in the Potions dungeon.

What the word had to do with the song, I had no idea.

So I was just walking along the corridor, humming the wretched song under my breath, when I turn a corner and see that hideous Malfoy character leaning with his arm against a wall, holding him up and talking to that hideous girl, Pansy Parkinson. Sometimes I just want to wring her neck.

Almost as much as I want to wring Snape's.

Interested, for some reason, I hid behind a corner and a large suit of armor, peeking through the small gap between the wall and the metal, watching their conversation.

I couldn't make out what was happening, but Malfoy was talking in a grotesque, deep voice, while running his fingers through his hair every nanosecond. He was apparently trying to charm Pansy.

The worst thing was: it was working.

Now, don't get me wrong, it's not like I have feelings for Malfoy. Honestly, who could be attracted to that piece of shit? I couldn't give a rat's ass who Pansy was with but really, did she have eyes?

I rolled my eyes and let out a small breath of disgust, about to turn around, when something held me back. I suddenly looked at those deep, mysterious, gray eyes that Malfoy had. I was suddenly intrigued, mystefied, by those pits ofÉ Okay, mystery. For a second there, he actually looked, well Ð dare I say it Ð hotÉ?

OH MY FREAKING GOD! SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP! GET A GRIP ON YOURSELF, HERMIONE! WHAT IN GOD'S NAME ARE YOU THINKING?!??! MALFOY, HOT?! YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING!

SAY RIGHT NOW, THIS INSTANT, THAT YOU ARE KIDDING!

No, wait, it gets worse, I couldn't admit to myself that I was kidding.

Because I wasn't.

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