𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 '𝟗𝟔 ; 𝐝. 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 ✓

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨

TW: USE OF ALCOHOL

5:48 pm
May 31, 1996

After my usual encounter with Ron, I hurried up to my dorm to get ready for this huge party. As I passed through the common room, a few other Slytherins waved to me as they set out all sorts of drinks and food for the party. Right as I entered my dorm, I pulled on my dark green satin dress, a must for these types of parties. It was tailored to my body perfectly, showing off every little curve I possess. After curling my long, black hair, I painted my makeup onto my face, which somehow managed to still look absolutely flawless. I paired my look with green eyeshadow to match my dress.  Last but not least, I clipped my black stilettos onto my feet and rushed to Pansy's dorm.

"Bitch, what are you wearing?" I shouted into her dorm, turning the corner and laughing.

Pansy stood in her bathroom still continuing the process of curling her hair. She was dressed in a black mini-skirt made of leather, and a tight green crop top with her hair pulled in a half up half down. We danced in the mirror and hyped each other up a bit before we had to leave for the party. We knew it was time when we started hearing the blasting music and seeing the green lights from under the bottom crevice of the door.

We entered the common room as Blaise dragged his wand around the perimeter of the room, casting a silencing spell so none of the professors found out about our parties. "Damn, there's my ladies looking good as always!" Blaise exclaimed, walking towards us as he finished the spell.

He gave us both a rowdy hug. But over Blaise's shoulder, I spotted Ron. He gave me his usual death stare, so I knew it was best I go and greet him before anything got ugly. I strutted over to him as he stood in the corner, dull as always.

"Hey love!" I exclaimed, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him into an embrace.

He didn't say hi to me, or speak a word to me. He was just focused on my attire. "Estelle. What did I say about clothing like that. Every guy here is going to be looking at your ass. Go change." He snapped.

I rose an eyebrow at the redhead and pursed my lips. "Since when do you tell me what to do, Ron? Let's please just have fun tonight, I don't want to argue." I whined, pulling Ron by his hand over to the table where the food and drinks were placed.

He hesitantly followed me. On the way, we already viewed a few couples making out on the couch. I envied them if I'm being honest, Ron never wanted to kiss me. I poured a drink that looked somewhat appealing in my cup, and Ron stopped me immediately.

"My god Ron! What now?" I snapped back at him, pushing his wrist away from mine.

"Estelle, that's an alcoholic beverage. I don't want you getting drunk and getting out of control. You don't need to draw yourself to attention to other guys." Ron whisper-shouted to me, looking around him to see if anyone was watching.

"You're drawing way more attention by controlling every move I make." I shot right back at him, as I felt the eyes of a few 7th years on us, listening to our regular quarrel.

I scanned around myself too after this, and I saw none other than Harry Potter walk in.

"Ron! Look! Harry's arrived! Go hang out with him!" I exclaimed, practically shooing him away. Gladly, he obeyed me. Now I could finally have a blast.

After Ron had went off with Harry, I had finally let loose. I took in the flashing green lights that came from the ceiling, and the people around me dancing to the booming music. The more I drank, the more fun I had. I watched and laughed as all the dumb fuckers in my house drank more and more, and got even more drunk. Ron didn't drink a drop. I admired his soberness, however, I saw no fun in parties that I didn't drink at. As the night aged, I started feeling the alcohol kick in, and I eventually became really tipsy and started going along with everything around me. One thing caught my eye though. It was Draco. I watched in envy as a blond 6th year threw it back on him, their motions perfectly in sync. Draco was too drunk to know it was her, but just the way he touched her captivated me in some way. Just the way he slowly moved his hips to beat of the music gave me the butterflies I always longed for. I felt like I wanted what he was giving her. The soft touch that could turn you on moments after receiving it. But no. I couldn't. I couldn't want the boy next door.

As the classic rock songs continued to play, everyone stood around the main table in the middle of the common room. We watched as Draco hoisted himself onto the table. He had a red solo cup with who knows what clenched between his teeth, and downed it like it was nothing. His lips spewed the cup into the crowd and right after he wiped the access liquid off his lip with his thumb. With no hesitation, to the beat of the music, he began to slowly and sexually grind on the table. Everyone around us cheered as him and Blaise took turns doing this. I never thought I would say this, but it was honestly sexy. Butterflies churned in my stomach as I watched his body smoothly caress the table. Pansy stood next to me and smirked, because she knew exactly what I was thinking.

As the night aged, more and more things stopped making sense. I was stumbling around like a lunatic with my friends, when all of a sudden Ron rushed up to me and started hoisting me up by my armpits.

"Ronald, what are you doing?" I shouted, still giggling with my friends.

"We're getting you back to your dorm, you're way too drunk, Estelle." Ron shouted back sternly.

I kicked around, still laughing because of the effects of the alcohol, so none of this really made sense to me. "Put me down, Ron!" I shouted once again, trying to pry his grasp on me away. Ron never let go. He tightened his grip the more I screamed at him to let me go. It was scaring me, because nothing was making sense to me since I was so drunk.

"Put her down." Bellowed a stern voice coming from behind me. I hoisted myself back up immediately and turned around, only to see Draco standing there with a solemn expression painted across his face.

"And how do you know what's best for her?" Ronald shouted back, still holding a grip on my wrist. He stepped closer to Draco, looking him straight in the eyes.

"She knows what's best for herself. And she said to put her down, and that means put her down." Draco replied, his eyebrows furrowing.

Ron released his grip on my wrist and scoffed at Draco, glancing back at me. "Get as drunk and as wasted as you want, Estelle. I don't care anymore. I tried to help and you didn't listen to me." Ron spat, storming through the crowd.

I stood there in disbelief just like everyone in my surroundings. No one ever saw Ron behaving in that way before. It must have been more of a shock to everyone in attendance because that was the Ron I was used to. Clingy, controlling, and overly protective. After Ron had left, my vision had started getting blurrier and blurrier and my head felt as if it were spinning. My body gradually became numb. The ceiling looked as if it were flying away from me, and the last thing I felt was a pair of safe and strong arms before everything went black.