Realization - Pansy & Draco

8.Party 1

A/N: So Sorry For The Long Wait.
Love Andrea🖤
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The footsteps echoed through the empty halls of the Castle and for some irrational reason Pansy found them comforting. Maybe it was because of the familiar repetitive sound or maybe because it reminded Her of a carefree time many moons ago

As she rounded the corner the footsteps came to a hult, Half leaning half up Blaise appeared in a denim jacket and black jeans something he never wore.

"Aaaahhhh, Jjjjusttt  the two lllovee birds I was looking fforrr." he slurred, jabbing a finger into Draco's nose

"Wasted aren't we Zabini?" Draco cracked a smile

"We odd take you to bed Blaise baby, besides you do smell Quite funny." Pansy's Lips spread  into a grin

" Nooo, Gerroff me!" he said. "I'm ash sober ash 'm gonna git. And Yoouu - wait wait wait - noo bedd." And he ambled back into the Portrait without so much as a hiccup in their direction.

The portrait neither slytherins care to notice until Zabini 
thoughtlessly wobbled into.

"What in merlin's name is Blaise doing in gryffindork tower And what was he wearing?"

Draco netted his brows in confusion, Had that dimwitted wtf look on his mug.

She propped her arms across her chest giving him an eye roll

She couldn't believe after the war Draco would make those same foolish remarks. As foolish as her remarks were as well , She always had a reason too. The pain, pain that took over a portion of her brain, her escape were those idiotic comments and wrong doings. The pain Stole the part of her she most wanted to share with others, her light and laughter, her deep hidden naive heart. It was the sort of pain that burned , as if some invisible flame were held against her skin. But Draco wasn't cruel, he just didn't give a damn what people thought. And he was blunt. Whatever he wanted from you he just told you straight, he didn't try to sugar-coat it or bargain.

And that was the reason her face screwed into a grimace that reminded him of his mother sending daggers at his father every time he had to leave at request of the dark lord.

He curled his lip and stared at the ceiling. For he no longer wanted to feel how her eyes wished to kill him a thousand ways .

"Unbelievable" her soft voice huffed into the cold night air

One foot after the other she strides sneakily into the opening . The manner of her walk was always fancy by the Malfoy boy . His eyes drifted, as usual, to the swell of her hips, swathed in a knee-length gray uniform skirt that fit a touch too tight for modesty. The swaying of her hips drove him to insanity, how they moved side to side with a smoothness that seemed so innocent yet so mischievous. Like the Pacific ocean waves. And how her sleek long legs strolled through the hall's of the Castle.Her legs whispered to him, inviting him to follow, promising.

Pansy would be in his dreams that night, with every inch of her soft, curvy body.

Before realizing it she was gone. Taking a moment to compose himself he hurried after her.

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No one knew how to put on a party like the Weasley twins Hell, no one knew how to put on a show like Those twins

The common room had never been electrifying, because The gryffindors had never been exciting . But now it was a common room furnished for sin, for one kind in particular, and everyone spared no expense in indulging this vice. They'd built a playground for teenagers. Supplying them with muggle drugs, Fire whiskey and a hundred accessories to spice up sex and every surface begging to be defiled.
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As the two slytherin explored with astonishment at what had become of Gryffindor's common room. Someone sitting on a couch shouted at them both And they approached closer to the small crowd of teens who sat unbothered on a couch