When I step out into the common room, Theo immediately wolf whistles at me.
"Shut it," I tell him.
"Where are you ladies going?" Theo asks. I watch him skirt his eyes in a long line down Pansy's exposed thigh.
I have to admit, the three of us look fucking hot. Onyx is wearing dragon skin leggings and a lacy black camisole, Pansy has on her tightest black dress, and I'm wearing an dark green, silky dress with criss-crossing strings at the side, tying the garment together at my hips.
"Party at the Hufflepuff's," I reply, shooting Theo a wink.
"You're dressed like that for Hufflepuffs?" Blaise asks. I look over at him, sitting calmly on the couch beside Malfoy.
Things are still a little odd after Blaise's attempted date at Hogsmede, and he seems to be using maximum effort to keep his eyes on my face, not allowing them to linger down.
"We're hoping to scare the shit out of them," Onyx says as we walk towards the door.
"It's working," Theo says. "I'm definitely not gonna want to miss this." He gets up excitedly, following us to the door.
I pause in the doorway as Onyx shushes Theo for being too loud in the corridor. I decide to make a peace offering to Blaise. He is my best friend, after all.
But there's a platinum blonde asshole sitting right next to him on the couch.
I haven't looked at Malfoy, not a single time, since he touched me in the alley last weekend.
It's Friday now. Almost an entire week has gone by and I have not even given Malfoy the honor of eye contact. I don't look at him now, either, but instead direct my attention to the chiseled, strong jawed, brown eyed boy next to him.
Blaise starts when he sees me, lifting his head in surprise. His eyes widen, and I see his throat clench as he swallows.
Malfoy's head raises too, looking up at me, but I only see this in the peripheral.
"Aren't you coming?" I say to Blaise with a smirk, trying to give the impression that I obviously want him to come along.
Blaise grins in relief, looks at Malfoy, then nods his head in my direction. They both stand and I turn quickly after looking for only a second at Malfoy's shoes.
I really didn't want Malfoy to come along as well, and I'm extremely surprised when he does.
The other three of our Slytherin comrades are no longer in sight, as they must be halfway to the kitchens by now. We have to take a backwards way to get there and I peer around every corner before we step out, wand raised with a tiny ball of light at the tip.
I try not to notice that Malfoy is trailing far behind Blaise and I, keeping his distance. I also try not to notice, when we have to squeeze through an overly tiny vestibule to avoid being seen by the noisiest paintings, that Malfoy's arm bumps into mine. And when we reach the Hufflepuff entrance, I try not to notice that when the Hufflepuff's door opens, Malfoy holds it open for me. . . and Blaise, of course.
Hufflepuff parties are nothing like Slytherin parties.
For one, they're held in a common room filled with an amber glow and stifling warmth. A fireplace crackles and there's plants bloody everywhere, vines hanging from every wall and ceiling. For another, there's no crazy dancing or loud, bumping music. The music is of the pop variety, a few rap songs mixed in.
And everyone sits in plush yellow chairs, getting stoned out of their fucking minds.
It's not Muggle weed, of course. It's aptly named "cheering herb" or "Cheer" for short. It's a stubbly, spingley little herb that is steeped in tea and sometimes, if the user is so inclined, they'll bake the Cheer into cookies or bake brownies with it.
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Fuckboy {Draco Malfoy 18+}
Fanfiction"You want to know what I taste like?" I say, leaving my mouth slightly open. I can feel Malfoy's breath on my lips. He doesn't answer, but his breath hitches as he looks down. "You really want to know?" "Just do it," Malfoy barks. "So I can have som...
