Avaricious; [D.M]

𝐭𝐰𝐨.

Draco's POV:

Blaise, Pansy, Ander and Theodore ended up inviting me to this muggle party.

Muggle party's are full of assholes wasting time on finding a point in life.
Wasting their lives.
Wasting their money.
Wasting their virginities.
Wasting their excuses.

And most importantly,
Wasting themselves.

Well, you know what they say;
"You're young, you're experiencing.
You have your whole life to find yourself again."

Yeah with a chunk of money handed to a fucking therapist.

But, what if you've never been lost?
You were just born like that, it's in your blood.

What if you never find yourself again?
Could that happen?
Could? or Can?

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I almost immediately got bored of this so enthusiastic party and head to a more quiet place.

I spot someone sitting down the sticky floor attempting to find some quietness for themselves.

She doesn't look like a muggle.

But she doesn't look like a witch, either.

Nevertheless, her beauty is shockingly captivating.
Her dilated eyes from the highness she must've had taken. Her tired body aiming to find a pleasant posture to sit in. Her beautifully undone hair covering her face. Her semi-smudged makeup forming a dark shade in line to her eyebrows.

She looked absolutely breathtaking.

Seconds felt like minutes when she took out her phone along with her plugged earphones.

My sober state would've slapped me right now.
As a drunk peace of shit, I take a step forward.
Then another one till I was right next to her.

I sat in the the same posture as her.

Damn, nice choice of perfume.
She's got taste.
I eye her up and down noticing how she tenses at my sudden approach.

I don't mutter a word.

The least you could hear is the scandalous noise from the party, people having sex, making out, sniffing coke,

whatever.

Overall, all I could hear is her breath and mine taking over the entire room.

Her's was surprisingly calm.
We stayed for like felt hours in the same position.

No one dared to say anything.
Maybe because I'm a fucking stranger who just approached to her.

But it was because we didn't need to,
we didn't have to,
we just, didn't.

As I exit out of my trance, I pick up my current ringing phone, which is on vibrate and walk out of the room.

Should've I left her all alone?

I don't fucking know.