The Bluebird's Dance

13

Draco

Everything is bloody annoying.

Crabbe's obnoxious chewing. Goyle's everlasting idiocy. Pansy's constant gossiping. Graham's loud mouth hollering about how the Bulgarians Quidditch team lost during the Quidditch World Cup. Theo's casual glances. Gryffindor champion Harry. Adrian's stupid glares.

It was like everybody woke up and decided "you know what, fuck it, let us all bother Draco Malfoy." Bloody fantastic is all I have to say. Bloody fantastic.

I genuinely thought that today would be rather exciting too. I was going to go to Hogsmeade. I needed to smuggle a few bottles of firewhiskey and elderflower wine back to my room. My stock pile has been dried out for a few weeks now and I do not enjoy being sober. Being sober is overrated quite frankly, very overrated.

For the past four months now, my days revolved around me drinking. Revolved around me waking up and slurping some wine. Finishing my first period and taking a swig. Second period is never fun unless I can't even read my textbook. Lunch isn't complete without some more firewhiskey in my flask. Oh, how could I forget quidditch? I just sway on my broom and hope that Merlin is watching over me. I've broken too many bones due to my new lifestyle. But I like it.

I like the way it makes me feel.

The numb, then the pain, then back to the numb. A split second of pure joy, then back to the numb. It's addictive. I could die drunk and call myself lucky. I will not be the one that worries about the silly little complications of everyday life anymore. I will be on top of the world.

I will be-

"Draco! I said 'have you heard?'" Pansy shrieks by my side, startling the whole table. Her brown eyes grew ferocious and her cheeks reddened with anger. Merlin's sake.

I stare icily back at her, frustrated that she made me lose my track of thought. Stupid girl. "I don't know Pansy. What stupid thing occurred within the last five minutes that you have to interrupt my thoughts? Hexed a Hufflepuff? Cursed a Gryfindor? Nothing I haven't heard before." I mumbled the last part, ready to throw my bread roll straight at the wall facing me.

Pansy scoffed offendedly, while Nott hollered at her reaction. A strong headache began forming, which is just great. Being sober, I now realize that I get headaches all the time and it doesn't help being surrounded by absolute arseholes all day.

"Be careful Pansy," Nott smirked. "Our boy here has been going through the withdrawals of his terrible mistakes and isn't as gracious as he used to be." Nott's smirk grew to a toothy grin. He turned to me and rubbed his hands around my hair in a quick motion. Arsehole. "Isn't that right?"

"Bugger off, Nott. I'm not in the mood for any of your foolishness." I swatted his hands away from me and instead of paying attention to the people around me, I focused on the food on my plate. Simple breakfast, sausage, eggs, rolls, and a bowl of porridge. I don't know what it is about breakfast here at Hogwarts, but it is so depressing.

I felt someone brush my side as they took a seat next to me. It was Zabini. He grabbed a plate and served himself some of the bacon and eggs.

"I hate the Herbology assignment." Zabini muttered. Turning over to Nott he started again, "have you started it, Nott? Bouncing Bulbs are stupid and useless."

Nott shook his head. "Haven't even started it. I'll just ask Jessica Tring to do it."

"Of course you're using Jessica. Can I copy your paper when you get it then? I don't have time to worry about plants and herbs. Especially after Filtwick assigned another essay." Zabini rolls his eyes while continuing to eat.