The Death Of Both Worlds (A Draco Malfoy & Neville Longbottom Fanfiction)

Chapter 22: Lost In The Clouds

Harry's pov: We were tied with Slytherin, Draco and I were desperately trying to catch the golden snitch, which was rapidly speeding through the crowd. And in Quidditch, you have to follow the snitch everywhere, no matter where it goes. anywhere. Draco's blonde hair was pulled back by the rain as he squinted his dry eyes. It was a little chilly and cloudy, but I had my goggles on. And the thing about Quidditch goggles, they are used to block any supernatural distraction. Draco forgot to bring his, so he kept blinking all the time. "Back off, Potter! That snitch is mine!" Draco said angrily, pushing me away. "You wish!" I replied, backing him off even harder and keeping my eye on that eye-crossing golden snitch. We kept chasing eachother till we reached the sky. we were aiming up there like rockets, our faces being stretched by the strong, cold wind pushing against us. We were aiming up the gray clouds, following that raging snitch as it guides us to oblivion. The view was blurry, and the snitch flew away, so we were lost in the clouds. I looked over to Draco, only to see him pale as snow, and I wasn't sure if the shivering he had was from the cold, or the fear. His pupil grew tiny as he looked up. Its was like....he saw something I couldn't. His hand was shivering as he reached over to the space before him, grabbed the snitch, and immediately flew down. I never thought that he would be the lucky one without his goggles on. I followed him down, not knowing what just happened. And at the sound of the blowhorn, the crowd rose with cheer. Blaise and the rest of Slytherin threw Draco up and down, screaming his name. I descended down to earth, keeping an eye on Draco. The crowd was cheering, happiness was all around him, but...not inside him.

Delilah's pov: Wow. It took quite the time but....he did it. But why wasn't he cheering with the rest? We won 150 points! I just looked at him from afar as Blaise carried him on his shoulders. After the game was over, Neville started walking backwards, facing me as I kept walking forward. "So,I get to be a rabbit now, I reckon." He laughed. "Are you excited?  I teased. "Well, It doesn't hurt to hoppity hop once it a while, yeah?" He said, friendly pushing my shoulder as I laughed. "Wait, when are you actually gonna to it? Like, how will you get away with it?" I asked. "Well, I guess your gonna have to find out on your own, Delilah."
"Are you really ready to be that embarrassed?" I asked again.
"For you, I'm ready to get embarrassed everyday if that puts a smile on your face." He winked and blew me a kiss as he turned around and kept running. And me? I just kept looking at him as he was brushing his wet hair away from his face, catching up with the rest of the team. I felt kinda hungry, and the girls and I have swore to do this ever since my birthday last year, and today was the perfect day. So, I snuck the girls into the common room to get some icecream. Slytherin ice cream was the best icecream. We stood near the vending machine, picking our flavors, then we spotted Blaise and the boys as they were pushing Draco to the common room. Draco was laughing his ass off. He went over to the bar, got on top as the crowd was cheering him on in their deep voices. Draco looked at me as he slowly unbuttoned his uniform. "Oh no, I can't bear this" Hermione whispered, as she covered her eyes. Blaise takes out this big barrel of rum with a tube sticking out of it. Draco raises his hands up in the air, does a hand stand, ON THE TABLE, and chugs the entire thing through the tube upside down. "CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG!" The crowd cheers. I just look up at him, wondering what the fuck got in to him now. I take my icecream and sit on the couch with the girls. I was licking the living hell out of my ice cream cone, and I finished the whole thing in 2 minutes. I even ate the whole cookie cone. I eat when I'm nervous. And now, I was nervous with Draco around. He was so drunk, he knocked off half the stuff on the bar table. It was almost night time, and no one was allowed to leave their common room. Even Hermione, Ginny, and Luna couldn't get past Snape at night. So they all left, and it was only me and Tracey. "Ladiiiieeeesss" Blaise said with his drunk voice. He threw himself on the couch, and started kissing Tracey's neck. "Mmmm, I missed you babe, Lets go take this somewhere else, shall we?" Blaise moaned, touching Tracey's lips. "Blaise you are so fucked up" Tracey replied, sitting up. "Hey come on!!....Tracey? Big T? TrayTray?"
"I told you to stop calling me that."
"Sorry....But, I can make it up to you...upstairs. come on, when was the last time we went freaky on eachother huh?" Blaise replied, nugging Tracey with his elbow. "To be fair, I miss drunk Blaise!"
"Mmmhhmm! And I promise, I won't go easy on you..." Blaise laughed.
"Who says I'm going easy on YOU?" Tracey replied, pulling Blaise upstairs as he almost tripped on his own feet.
And there i was, left with the rest of the slytherin students and Drunky Draco. I'm not sleepy, and I'm feeling kinda down....so I thought it wouldn't hurt to get a little whiskey in my system. I picked myself up and went over to the bar. I pushed through the drunk people and some couples making out, and I snatched a whiskey bottle from the top shelf and chugged every bit of it like there is no tomorrow. I slowly start to disconnect from reality, letting the whiskey control my every stupid reckless move. Everything was spinning around me, but nonetheless, I was....enjoying it. I stumbled through the people and was making my way to some friends, until a guy grabbed me from my waist and started kissing me all over my body. His touches made me pleased, so I just went with it. "I missed you, darling" he moaned. As my eyesight got better, I looked over me to find this tall man with an unbuttoned uniform and abs for days. His hair was rather light...too light. Like platinum blonde, with wide blue eyes which ate me up from top to bottom, and smelled like cologne and rum. Oh my god.....Draco Malfoy.
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How drunk ARE they? How does Draco express his longing for Delilah? Does Drunk Delilah except him? Find out in the next chapter!