Disclaimer - in the UK , children aged five to 16 are legally allowed to drink alcohol at home or on other private premises.
August 31th, 1996. Malfoy manor.
"Be on your best behavior, both of you, and don't get into any trouble," my mother says in a firm voice. We stand at the open door of the Malfoy Manor. She looks up at my brother, Blaise. "Especially you." I crack a smile. Our mother turns around and heads in the direction of Narcissa Malfoy, leaving me and Blaise alone at the door.
"Are you going to listen to that?" I scoff, Blaise laughs softly, giving me a mischievous look. I roll my eyes, not thrilled to see what my brother has planned.
We step into the crowd of purebloods, I see many familiar faces. I notice a table of drinks, my eyes are greeted by wine, rum, beer, and fire whiskey.
"Bloody hell Ivory, getting drunk already are we." I hear the voice of my close friend, Theo Nott remark.
"Oh piss off, you know we have to go back to being in charms every day tomorrow," I say picking up the bottle of fire whiskey, pouring some into an empty glass. "And it's not like you haven't been," I recall. Theo smiles remembering unforgettable nights, partying in the Slytherin common room.
"Touche, guess I'll leave you to that then." he jokes.
I hear a sigh nearby causing me to look behind me to the place Theo used to occupy, which is now empty. I look over everyone at the pureblood party, noticing a few familiar faces from my years in Hogwarts, I see the infamous Weasley family, wondering how on earth Lucius would allow Narcissa to invite them. I've never been close with any of the Weasley kids and I've also never understood why they would have so many children.
I pass by the thought of everyone, walking in the direction of an empty staircase accidentally bumping into a tall figure slightly making me stumble from the force of their shoulder and the fire whiskey in my system. I back up a bit, tilting up my head a bit since I stand at 5'5. I'm met with a tall, freckled, red-headed boy. I take in his appearance, he's..beautiful. starting from his freshly slicked back ginger hair, to his chest which is covered with a black button-up with a black blazer, down to his legs that are covered with slightly tight black slacks, to his shiny black dress shoes. I shift my head back up to his freckled face and find his eyes somewhere else, I follow his eyes to see it leads to my chest. What a prick.
"Hey! Eyes up here" I say, making him raise his left eyebrow in a questioning manner. I lift my right hand onto my hip. "This is when you say your first name, Weasley," I add, with a soft smirk.
"Maybe you can figure that out by the end of the night, follow me," he responds with newfound confidence, causing me to laugh softly. He thinks hes that's smooth.
He turns around and quickly walks up the stairs. I quickly catch up with him, walking around the manor until we end up in front of a door I don't seem to remember.
"What are we doing here?" I wonder.
"We're exploring...Oh and I forgot to ask, what's your name?" he asks, turning his head over his shoulder to look at me.
"Maybe you can figure that out by the end of the night" I tease, mocking him. He rolls his eyes, turning back to open the door and stepping inside. I follow him inside the room, to see a queen-sized bed, a table with two chairs decorated in green patterns, a window with a view of the Malfoy's garden, and a shelf with a few things on it. I hear a click behind me causing me to turn my head in the direction of the door, I think nothing of it and keep exploring. I glide my fingertips on the shelves, hearing heavy footsteps walking in the direction of the door, I turn my head and see the red-headed boy at the door. He gives the doorknob a few twists and tugs and looks back at me.
"Fuck." he mutters out loud enough for me to hear. I raise my left eyebrow, walking over to him.
"What is it?" I ask
"Check the door, we're fucked." he says, staring at the doorknob. I shake the doorknob, noticing that it's locked. He twists, jiggles, pulls, and even takes out a bobby pin out of my hair, trying to unlock the door. After a few minutes of messing with the door, we give up. I slide down the door looking up at the redhead boy.
"Yeah, I guess we're fucked...but we shouldn't just sit here! Come on." I suggest, standing up and pulling him over to the shelf I was viewing earlier.
"What are we doing over here?" he asks, looking at me.
"Look!"I say, pointing to the box in front of us.
"Twister? What is that?" he questions, picking up the box. I take the box out of his hands, opening and pulling everything out.
"Probably some muggle game, wanna play?" I respond. He nods.
"So the whole point of the game is not to get tangled with the other player?" he asks after endless times of me explaining.
"Yes! Okay, can we play now?" I say, standing up from the ground.
"Sure," he answers, taking off his blazer, rolling his sleeves upwards slightly showing veins, going up into his shirt. Well, this is gonna be fun.
"Green! Your left foot on the green!" "It is on the green!"
"no! It isn't you tosser! that's your right!" I exclaim, already getting frustrated with the game,
"Ohh! I knew that.." he says in shame.
"Yeah right, you def-" I say getting cut off with his leg swinging over me, taking us both down, Us both groaning in pain, I roll over trying to find comfort on the
hardwood floor, ending up on something else. I open my eyes to come face to face with his, my lips hovering over his.
"Hi," he says lamely, his minty breath fanning over mine.
"Your breath smells good.." I say, my words surprising me.
"Want a taste?" he says, his words not registering in my head as he glides his hands onto my body, his right ending up on the curve of my back, and the left ending up cupping the bottom of my thigh, right below my ass. He lifts his head slightly, me leaning in, almost planting my lips onto his slightly chapped ones until we hear a familiar bell going off throughout the manor, causing us to bump foreheads. I roll off him, getting on my knees and cleaning up the game. I turn, standing up, coming in contact with his chest.
"Sorry..'' I mutter out quietly, heading to the shelf and putting the game back up. I head to the door, putting my hand onto the doorknob, feeling him push up against my back, his breath fanning over the side of my face. He swipes my hair to the side, bending down to my ear.
"Maybe we can finish this someday? Hm? What do you think?" he whispers in my ear, giving me chills, running down my body.
"Yeah, if you're lucky.'' I tease. He leans off my body. I take a deep breath in, opening the door and walking out, down the stairs, and down to the entrance, heading to the direction where my brother and mother are standing.
"Did you have fun? Where were you?" the mother asks.
"Yeah, I had fun...I was just walking around." I say. My Mother nods
I turn to Blaise to see him look at me with a knowing look, I look at his neck to see dark purple love bites. I raise my eyebrow, tapping his neck. He smacks my hand away and rolls his eyes. I turn and look for a special someone, I spot them and see matching love bites on their neck. I turn back to Blaise, shoving his shoulder a bit. After mother says her goodbyes, we head out of the manor, walking side by side to our apparition point. Blaise leans over, whispering in my ear, quiet enough for mother not to hear.
"So, who was the lucky person?"
"Only if you tell me who yours was," I say knowing he won't admit anything. "Nevermind then, Ivory," he says, causing me to smile down to my shoes, remembering the events that happened in the manor.
AN:
How'd you guys like the first chap? Any guesses on who the mystery person blaise was with? What do you think is gonna happen with ron and ivory once they see eachother again?
-G
FRIDAY, JUNE 18, 2021.
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Jealousy, jealousy
FanfictionIn which Ivory and Ron accidentally lock themselves in an abandoned room during a pure-blood event, a 'friendship' blossoms but soonly dies down.
