Souvenirs; Draco Malfoy

Chapter 025

Brielle's POV

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A white light flashes, blinding me. I squint my eyes, regaining my eyesight.

"What was that for?" I say. Draco had taken a photo completely out of nowhere. 

"To compare the before and after,"  he says.

"The what?" It was Theo.

"Of the night. I'm betting that you're gonna be the most fucked up tonight." 

"Alright then, let's get one of you," I say snatching the camera from him. Holding it felt familiar. I was hoping to get a familiar sensation, memory, anything, but nothing came. I frown and proceed to take Draco's photo. When the photo developed, it revealed Draco giving one of his infamous smirks. 

"I know, I look good," he boasts. I roll my eyes not denying it. 

"You never answered by the way."

"Oh, um truth." 

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Half an hour later, of course, Theo is way over tipsy. Even though Draco drank the same amount as Theo, he held it down better. I was tipsy from refusing to do absurd dares like streaking down stairs in the lobby. 

"Ok, Theo it's your turn."

"Hmm, Draco, truth or dare."

"Dare, obviously."

"I dare you to duel Brielle."

"No-"

"Aww come on, you're no fun."

"Yeah," I pout, "Too scare to lose to me kitten." Theo bursts out laughing. I smirk. It was my way of calling him a P-U-S-S-Y. 

"Is that your way of calling me a pussy? Alright then, but don't say I didn't warn you," he chuckles darkly getting up. I follow his actions, stumbling. The alcohol burned through my veins, rushing everywhere, catching up to me.

We walk to an open space and draw our wands. I suppose he was waiting for me. 

"Ducklifors!" I shout, but he blocks it with a simple protego.

"Did you just try to turn me into a duck?!" 

"Levicorpus!" I quickly shout, catching him off guard. He is grabbed by the ankle and hung upside down. He starts shouting. That's when I realized that the alcohol in his blood was all rushing to his head. I let him down.

"Are you ok, I'm so-" I'm cut off when he yells a jinx.

"Brachiabindo!" An invisible chord wraps around me, binding my arms and legs together. I yelp as I start to fall back. "Immobulus." I freeze midair at a diagonal position. 

"Say I win," he says walking up to me. I groan irritably. 

"No cheater." 

"Fine then, Rictusempra!" I start laughing loudly. Feather-like tickles racked my body and I couldn't move or stop. 

"P-Please s-stop-p," I stutter between giggles.

"Say it."

"N-no," he shrugs and casts another round of the tickling charm, "T-Theo p-please h-help m-me, ahh." 

"Theo can't help you right now, I believe he's passed out." Seriously, that man passes out every time. 

"O-Ok y-you w-win!" He smiles and releases me from the chords, catching my fall. "Cheater," I push him off getting back to my seat. I can feel his eyes following me as I do.