Our Addiction || Draco Malfoy x Reader

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Pansy walks in sitting on the couch pulling Blaise down to sit next to her. Her hair is messy and her cheeks are red.

"What the fuck Pans," Blaise says stumbling onto the couch.

"Oh shut it, what are you and the mud blood talking about?" She says to Blaise, tossing her hair back. A red hand print wraps around her neck, she smiles I notice as if she was proud. She motions to her neck to me after we both didn't answer her question, "Oh this, L/n? Yes, I just shagged-"

Blaise cuts her off quickly, "Another fifth year? You got to lay of them."

"WHAT, no of course not it was-"

Draco opens the door to the common room, not returning my smile, "Pansy boring you again, Blaise?"

Pansy looks down letting her dark hair fall into her face. Her eyes glazing over us. Draco helps Blaise up and they disappear into Draco's dorm. Pansy meets my eyes, scrunches her eyebrows but doesn't get up to leave.

"Do you want to hang out." She states not as a question, but as a demand.

"Um, no. Not really." I say biting the inside of my cheek, I grab my robe and as I'm about to leave Pansy grabs my wrist.

"Why, You should be lucky I even asked, mud blood."

"Lucky? Like I would want to hang out with a snob like you."

"Oh please. Is that why I was just sucking-" She spits.

"Please. Please. Please don't tell me that for the sake of my ears. I could care less about who you're sucking off this day, yesterday, or tomorrow." I leave shaking her hand of my wrist, leaving her sitting on the couch, alone. Who ever it was, I only felt bad for them.

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Pansy was high, sitting next to me. Still putting on this act she has had for days that we are 'friends'.

We all sit at Blaise's dorm, smoking. Well I'm not smoking, I'm next to Blaise. Almost hiding behind him. He had told everyone if anyone says a single word to me mentioning 'mud blood', they will quote: 'regret it'.

The one time I got high at a Slytherin party, I woke up in a closet; my clothes wearing an extra layer of some goop. Probably sold from Fred and George.

After a long talk with Fred... he agreed to never sell to the Slytherin house.

Fred and I always had a crush on each other growing up, but we both moved on. He all of a sudden had some girlfriend, and couldn't talk to me anymore. We only had made out, never shagged. He believed it should be special, a boyfriend. We never had gotten to that part, both scared of what his family would say to someone who has spent summers and breaks there. To someone who they trusted; going behind their backs.

Little did he know, Harry would be taking my virginity while hungover, only months later.

"Do you want anything?" Blaise spoke softly, breaking my daydream.

"No, I'm good now. I might leave in a little."

He looks at me disappointed, but doesn't protest knowing he would lose. "Oh, that's fine."

I meet Draco's eyes across the room, watching me carefully. His look isn't angry; it's soft. When he notices I spot him, he averts his gaze immediately. Turning to Goyle, who looks around the room like it's spinning. Which to him, it probably is.

"You know what, Blaise?" I whisper in his ear, "Maybe a shot of fire whiskey is fine."

Blaise turns to me and smirks grimly, "Can you handle it, love?"