D.M • The Boy With The Thorn In His Side

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A couple of hours and many, many drinks later I was dancing with Blaise, Lydia and Draco. Theo was currently hitting on the girl at the table next to ours and we had gone to the dancefloor to give him enough space to do his magic. The guy was honestly impressive at flirting, and it had almost worked on me a couple of times, when I had first met him.

 

As I was dancing, or more like releasing my frustration while moving to the rhythm of a post-punk song, I felt the room spinning a little. Vodka had soon replaced the lager I was originally drinking. I had barely eaten anything all day and was definitely already drunk. I needed some air, or at least to stop moving up and down so much.

 

As I got out of the bathroom a couple of minutes later, I found myself face to face with Draco who was seemingly waiting for me. We stared at each other for a short moment, his gaze staring me up and down greedily. I was wearing a very short skirt, a tight top and textured tights with my black combat boots. I knew I looked good, but Draco's look only confirmed it. I smirked before grabbing him by his jumper, bringing his lips to mine.

 

He kissed me back immediately, pressing me against the wall behind me. A small chuckle escaped my lips while I dug my nails in his back and bit on his lower lip. Draco groaned softly before whispering in my ear "Looking hot tonight, Chloé". I had a full view of his neck and couldn't resist softly biting it before replying "I know." I extricated myself from between him and the wall and started heading back to the dancefloor, grabbing his wrist so that he would follow me.

 

We all exited the pub at almost 2am, all completely smashed. I stopped letting them all walk before me, raising my head in awe at the snow falling. "You alright?" My eyes snapped to Draco who was looking at me from under his snow covered hair. I hummed lightly "Hmm, give me a second to enjoy this." He raised his eyebrows questioningly "Enjoy what? The snow?" I nodded excitedly raising my head towards the sky, staring at snowflakes falling by the hundreds. "Yeah, it barely ever snows where I'm from. Let alone big snowflakes like these. It's so pretty." I felt like a kid, giggling at the weather. But I was way too drunk to maintain my "I'm a serious adult" façade.

 

I barely heard the footsteps approaching us and a masculine voice asking a surprised "Malfoy?"