Professor Malfoy

2 | the slytherin party

Chapter 2
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"This looks so good on you!" Pansy yells loudly and makes me do a little spin in front of her.

"Really?" my nose crunches, "I feel like my boobs are gonna fall out..." I mumble and take a look at myself in the mirror in front of me.

Pansy is right. This golden sparkly top looks really good on me, I have no idea I had that in my closet. Actually, I don't remember buying it. It must bePansy's. On bottom I'm wearing a black mini skirt and a pair of knee black boots with high heels.

My makeup is not done yet, but I'm only using a simple red lipstick and black eyeliner with lashes today, because my makeup always melts in the crowd and the heat of our common room, which is rare, because normally, it's freezing in there.

"So what? Let them get some fresh air," she giggles and sits up from the bed to walk in front of the mirror. Her black hair cut to the shoulders is straightened to the last strand of her raven black hair, making it look longer.
She always wears silver eyeliner for parties, and tonight is no exception.

"I can't believe this is the last year..." I say all of sudden after a while of silence.

"Funny, isn't it? We've been waiting to be the cool oldest bitches for like...forever," she agrees and puts gloss on her full lips.

"And now we're them," I throw myself on my bed and immediately cuss, because my back meets something hard. Pansy's perfume. She always has her things all over our room, but I've gotten used to that by now. However, it wasn't easy. I like my room clean. Pansy is a big mess.

"Who knows where we'll be in a year from now," she continues and our eyes meet in the mirror. The corners of her mouth lift into a drunk smile. We might've drank something from our liquid supplies before the party starts.

"In Paris, I hope, " I say in the spur of the moment, completely forgetting that this is a sensitive topic for her. While I have my future figured out, hers is blank. She has no idea what to do, and I don't blame her. She's been raised like that, her parents are disgusting rich.

After a while, I hear Pansy sigh. "I can't imagine my life without you," she says and pouts her mouth at me.

I instantly get up from the bed and walk up to her. "Honey, you can always come with me, you know that."

My plan is to graduate and move to Paris to my aunt Raquelle, who owns a big boutique. She doesn't know about it yet, but what can she do if I just show up in front of her door? Throw me out? Her poor niece, whose mother forgot she has? I don't think so.

"I could..." she mumbles and takes a strand of my blonde hair, "but I don't speak French,"

"Oui oui! Aucun probléme!" I wave my hand and release from her hug. I take one more look in the mirror and put the red lipstick on my lips, that are, unfortunately, not as full as Pansy's, but there's still a lot of room for that.

"How does that look?" I turn to her and make a duck face.

"Sexy, I could fuck you right now if I could,"

"Who says you can't?" I wink and open the door forher.

We go down the stairs hand in hand to the common room that's already filled with dozens of people. I could hear the loud music from our room, but now that we're actually here, my ears are about toexplode.

This is exactly what I missed during the summer. Slytherin parties. Absolute elite.

Blaise, who organized all this, is singing with Zion to the microphone, proudly showing their horrible singing talent. They're all drunk, including Theo laughing at them in the corner of the room. I exchange smiles with Pansy and walk over Theo. As soon as I see the spliff in his fingers, I take it to mine and stick my tongue out at him.