Dracotok Story

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It's the night of the party, and you walk through a door in the burrow that you've only seen for the first time today. The room is massive. It was definitely not part of the house, because you would have seen it from outside. Wizards come up with a lot of crazy things, so you're not surprised of the magic door.

The room has a really high roof, white walls, and a stage at the back, opposite from where you came in. Fred and George are standing on the stage next to a table with what looks like their new potions, ready to give a speech. There's easily 100 people in the room, maybe closer to 200.

A couple of demonstrations, and some applause later, the colorful lights were filling the newly dim lit room, and music started blasting. When the twins throw a party, they really know how to throw a party.

"C'MON, LET'S GO DANCE," Draco shouts over the loud music. He grabs your hand and you go to dance with everyone else that has filed onto the dance floor.

You dance together a little, but end up splitting up, and chatting up your other friends as you see them.

"Hi Harry, where did Ginny go?" you say, after bumping into him in the sea of people.

"I dunno. Where did Draco go?"

After looking over your right shoulder and your left shoulder, you say "I dunno."

"If only they found that underwater breathing potion a couple years ago, I could have used it in the second task of the Triwizard Tournament," he says.

You laugh. "Didn't like the gillyweed?" you tease him.

"No! It was disgusting!"

"Alright Harry, I'll see ya round."

Next, you find Hermione and Ginny. "Hi guys!" They didn't even seem to notice your arrival, as they are both avidly staring at a scene on the side of the room; Neville and Luna making out. "Oh my gosh! I'm so happy for them!"

"They've been going at it for almost ten minutes," Ginny says.

"It's like he's consuming her," says Hermione.

Ginny laughs at this.

"I mean, she has a point," you say. He is very big, and she is very small. When he has her pinned up against the wall like that, it kind of does look he's consuming her.

"Oi NEV!" Ginny shouts across like 20 feet. "LET THE GIRL BREATHE, WHY DONTCHA!"

He looks over at you all standing there, and looks like he's seen a ghost when he realizes you were all stand there watching them kiss. Luna giggles slightly, but pulls his face back down so they can continue making out.

"C'mon guys, leave them alone!" you say, walking back to the center of the crowd on the dance floor by yourself.

Next, you bump into Fred, holding two glass vials. "Hey y/n," he says.

"Which one is that?" you ask pointing to the bubbly dark amber liquid in his hands.

"It's the firewhiskey one," he says. "It'll make you drunk almost instantly."

"Can I try?"

"How old are you again?"

(AN: We're gonna pretend like the legal drinking age is 17 in England!!! Don't drink underage kids!!! But just for this story, it is legal for y/n to be drinking alcohol!!!)

"Seventeen," you say.

"Then yes! Here, I'll take it with you." Fred hands you one of the vials.

"Bottoms up!" you both say as you clink your glasses in a cheers before downing the whole shot in one go.

It really is firewhiskey times ten! You screw your eyes shut as you swallow the strong alcohol. It leaves your tongue tingling, and your chest feeling warm, just like a regular shot usually does.

"You alright, y/n?" Fred says, putting a hand on your shoulder.

You nod, still getting over the strong alcohol taste.

"Remember, the effects will start to show really quick, but wear out in an hour."

You nod again, smiling up at him, and his entrancing brown eyes and cute freckles.

"Lets go dance, shall we?" he asks, holding out his hand, acting like a gentleman.

You take his hand, and he brings you to the dance floor where you start jumping up and down and singing along to the blasting music, just like everyone around you.

The effects of the potion start to kick in fast, and you get dizzy, tripping into Fred's arms, who is also feeling the effects kick in, just like he said they would. Your middle-school-like dancing takes a sharp turn, and you're pressed up against Fred's chest. His scent is different than Draco's but still enticing. It suits him well. His arms are around your waist, and he's looking into your eyes; both yours and his filled with curiosity and a hint of lust.

The alcohol has taken such control of your brain, and you don't even remember how you ended up kissing him, but it happened. Your hands are in his hair, and you can taste the alcohol on his tongue... or was that the alcohol you drank?

"Draco, you're so tall," you say. "Or maybe I just feel short because of the potion Fred gave me."

"Did you just call me Draco?" he says in between kisses.

You just laugh, not even questioning that it could be someone else.

You make your way off the dance floor, and make out against the wall. His hands pin your wrists on either side of your head, as he moves to your neck, nipping at your sensitive spots, and causing a moan to escape your lips.

After he's formally branded your neck with his bruises and red marks, he feels behind you for the door to an empty room.