Dramione - Fire and Ice

Chapter 8 (Draco)

He watched Hermione run away; off to comfort a friend for seeing her with the enemy.

Need time to think.

If Granger truly was thinking, he supposed she would have stayed away from him in the first place. And yet, watching his Gryffindor run away after telling her what she meant to him... he felt bitter. Frustrated. He showed his cards and was forced to fold.

"That was some show."

Draco whirled around with his wand only to see Blaise smirking, wearing all black just as he was.

"Bloody git," grumbled Draco, pocketing his wand.

"I almost asked if I could cut in."

"I'm flattered, Zabini."

Blaise laughed and pursed his lips. His dark brown eyes shining with amusement.

"Drugging anymore witches tonight?"

The smile slipped from Blaise's face. "I told you I was sorry about that," he muttered.

Draco shrugged, turning around to watch the party from afar. Blaise meant it as a prank to see "Little Miss Perfect" loosen up. Draco punched him in the face for being a bloody twat.

"We don't deserve girls like Granger."

Draco's jaw clicked and he spun around. "Out with it, Blaise. What do you want?"

He rolled his eyes. "Think about all the shit we've done to them. To her. Just giving you a reality check, mate, before you shag her."

Draco sneered, hating how the truth of his words delved under his skin. "So concerned about morals now, are we?"

"Like the bloody Slytherin you are, you want to win. She's a conquest. Let her have a future with other Gryffindor bastards."

"You have no idea what I want, Zabini," said Draco coldly, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Is it Firewhiskey?"

He opened his eyes to see his mate with a large bottle in hand and a smirk on his face.

"Are you going to take away house points, Malfoy? Give me detention?"

Draco smirked and grabbed the bottle for a swig, the familiar burn of firewater coating his throat and tongue.

He and Blaise finished the bottle before making their way back to the party. The sounds and colors were brighter and Draco immediately spotted Granger with a group of Gryffindors.

She looked even more enticing with him pissed, but he didn't bother making eye contact with the soft brown eyes just yet. Draco would assure she didn't have to think about what was right or wrong. She made her choice - she ran and didn't come back. Where was the Gryffindor courage they prattled on about?

With years of practice in Occlumency, he channeled his emotions and feelings for her into a box, sealed it shut, and put it on a shelf.

Draco could feel her eyes on him and with that, grabbed Pansy by the hand, and whispered in her ear if she was ready to go inside. Predictable as ever, Pansy giggled and led the way back to the castle. 

He then chose to stare coldly into those captivating eyes of Hermione Granger. Draco watched her eyes become glassy with unshed tears- and though the box rattled on its shelf, he did not dare touch it. Instead, he crudely smirked and turned away.

As soon as the Slytherins reached a familiar portrait of a pumpkin patch, Pansy smashed her mouth to his lips, and he promptly pushed her away.

"Drake," she whined. "I thought we were going -"