Unnatural Love

Chapter 12

"Stares or comments."

The various colors of the lights beaming across the rich green common. The affects of he water gleaming on the floors, making the whole room feel unreal. The smell of weed and sweat instantly fills my nose. The beat of my heart matching the ecstatic rhythm of the song.

"There's Aaron," I hear Pansy, shout over the music to Hermione. "and there's, Theo." Her gaze changes over to the exact spot she predicted he'd be in.

I look at 'Mione, then to Ron dancing with Lavender, Theodore, and back to Hermione. "You should do it!" I encourage, with a soft smile, placing my hand on the small of her back to give her a little 'you can do it!' push.

"Shots first?" She procrastinates, though I'm not complaining. I was shocked Hermione, the Hermione Granger, wanted to have shots. This was going to be so good!

She turns away from the two men, grabbing Pansy and I's, forearms, dragging us to the makeshift bar.

I have to give credits to, Daphne Greengrass. We may not be very close, but I seriously praise her for these Jell-O shots. These are the things that I always look forward to, when I come to these parties.

As we get our seats, I begin eyeing up the large circular silver trays. A large variety, a mixture between four colors. Green, yellow, red, and blue. Which I'm guessing is to represent the colors of our four houses.

These shots were made up of pure vodka. A tiney tiny drop of a tropical syrup in each one. Right next to the shots, there were many stacks of red plastic cups, one on top of the other. The wall behind the 'bar', showcased an endless supply of fire whiskey.

The three of us grabbed a glass, our smiles mirror one another's. Our pearly white presenting themselves through our plump lips, as we smile from ear to ear.

We all lean forward, meeting our glasses in the middle, having it make an almost inaudible ting. The cold material comes in contact with my lips, as I scarfed down the Jello without a second thought.

The alcohol grazed the insides of my cheeks, burning down my throat in the best way possible. Little tingles of sparks ignited my whole body, til finally a fire began to burn in the pit of my stomach.

It went long until my fingertips came in contact with the tray again. Slowly swiping across the metal to capture another one.

Before any of us new it, I had already downed four more. I started to become addicted to the tingle. The feeling of brain numbness, the feeling of being free. It was amazing, the burning sensation.

"How many has she had?" I question Pansy, gesturing to the shaking Hermione. "Only two, I think." I nod as I pick up two more green ones.

The slight feeling of the pass of my fingers tracing over Hermione skin, makes her turn around in a quick flash. Her eyes trailing down to my hands, causing her eyebrows to arch. "Walk up to him, you drink this one," I instruct, handing her one of the shots. "While you give Theo, this one!" Then I hand her the other one.

"After that, ask him to dance. Then everything else should fall right into play." Hermione nods, understanding the plan.

One deep breath in, one long exaggerated breath out. Her feet took off, pushing her forward. I was completely shocked it didn't take more convincing.