Fraises et chocolat (English version)

Chapter 3

Pov Draco

The snitch was very close. I had to get it before that Ravenclaw seeker got there, the Chang or whatever her name is. Just a little faster and I would have been able to catch him. And... here's the snitch, right in my hands. All the Slytherins started applauding me and it would have been a perfect victory if only I hadn't lost my balance in catching the snitch so that I would find myself falling into the void from ten meters high. It went better than I imagined. Just an arm wound, nothing serious, I certainly didn't have a stupid magic bird to blame. I didn't have time to think about the fall at the time, though. My teammates were cheering and screaming around me all the way between the locker rooms and the common room, they decided they were going to throw a party. I honestly didn't feel like attending one of their idiot parties, not tonight, but I admit I was happy to beat those Ravenclaw know-it-alls, so I gave in the moment my friends tried to convince me. I went up to the dorm with Blaise, opened the wardrobe and looked for something elegant among my suits, all refined and similar, but not the same for a refined eye like mine. 'Nothing too elegant, Draco' I thought; a white shirt and dark pants would have been fine and I would have made a good impression, as it should be for a Malfoy. I took a shower and dressed listlessly under the eyes of Zabini who looked at me thoughtfully.

"Are you sure you want to celebrate tonight, Draco?" he told me after staring at me for a few more moments.

"I've already told you Zabini: yes, I'll come to the party tonight. I need to distract myself a bit "

"As you prefer Malfoy. But know you can't show up down there with this face. He tries to give you a rule, they are celebrating your victory "he replied annoyed.

"As always" I grinned as I followed the boy who meanwhile had left the room.

As soon as we got off we found part of the Slytherins, already gathered to arrange the room, including Pansy and Juliet, my friends, if I can call them that. Actually Juliet was the person I trusted the most in there. We have been friends for as long as you can practically remember, she is the daughter of a family friend of mine, the Prince, distant relatives of Snape as far as I know. The fact is that she knows me better than anyone else, there is no doubt about this.

They both looked at me with a dark and worried air, which annoyed me enough.

"By Salazar, stop staring at me all like this. It wasn't the first and it won't be the last. Now I want to have fun and nothing else so stop worrying about me "I said indisposed and walking towards the center of the room before one of those two could tell me anything.

The evening went on like any Slytherin party: alcohol and music reigned supreme. It was now one o'clock and I no longer had a great desire to celebrate, as before. I sat in a corner on the sidelines to better observe the room illuminated by the soft light of candles and the drunken people clinging to each other to dance. I examined the faces of those present and was not surprised to see that students from other houses had joined the celebrations, although I was annoyed to see the drunken Potter and his group dancing. Fortunately for Potter, however, my attention quickly shifted to someone else: Katrine. She was coping pretty well with our taking a break as she called it. At that moment I watched Katrine brush against another boy whose face I could not identify. I got angry and not a little. I walked over to punch the guy who was dancing with my girlfriend, heedless of the pain in her arm that this would cause me. I was ready to fight until, as I got closer, I realized that the boy was indeed a girl. Oh, Salazar. Anger gave way to confusion and surprise. I had imagined everything when Katrine told me that she had to understand things, all but not this. Nothing to the contrary, but, my God, this was too much even for me. I took the first glass full of spirits, sparkling under the lights, and drank it in one gulp. I made my way through the crowd, I wanted to get out, I needed to be alone to process what I had seen.

I was almost at the exit until I saw a tight girl in a gold-colored dress running in front of me towards the bathroom. It didn't take me long to realize who she was: Carter, Potter's best friend. I don't know why I decided to help her; she was alone and clearly drunk and at another time I would not have hesitated to make fun of her, but not now. I joined her in the bathroom and held her hair while she put back all the alcohol she had drunk during the party. From the expression she made when she recovered, I immediately understood that she had recognized me.

I decided to take her back to the common room. I know, I was entering enemy territory, but at least I would have been able to get out of that hell and walk a bit. She resisted but she was too drunk and getting her to let her take him was simple.

When we arrived in front of the painting to enter the Gryffindor room she looked at me hesitantly and she spoke the word in a low voice to allow us to enter, so that I would not hear her. She led me through and we sat in two red armchairs lit by the fire of the totally deserted room. I felt the tension in the air but I was too busy thinking about anything else to care. I stared into space until she decided to speak.

"Malfoy, why are you so nice to me tonight. I mean it's me, the Scarfed's best friend. Did you get guilty by chance? "

I looked at her annoyed and coldly. I didn't want to look after her.

"No guilt, Carter, I thought it best to get you out of that place before you passed out. It would have been a big mess to explain to McGonagall why you were in another dorm. Ah, and if you can't stand alcohol, avoid drinking too much, you idiot. "

"Yeah, sure Malfoy. Surely you would have been sorry to see me pass out in the midst of all those people "I pictured the scene and admit I held back a laugh. "And for the record, I can handle alcohol very well, tonight I just overdid it, that's all. Rather, since I've recovered enough why don't we go back to the party? "

That request irritated me even more than she had previously said.

"No, I don't feel like it. Don't insist. "

"You who keep away from a party. This thing is new to me. What happened Malfoy? "

I avoided her gaze. Why couldn't she shut up for once, why did she have to break the silence that occupied the room with us?

"I saw something I didn't want to see. And now please no more questions, my head hurts. "

And with that our conversation that evening ended.

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Authors space

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