pull me deep - a love triangle

"socials"

(playlist of songs to listen to while reading in bio) :)

i suggest listening to: "do i wanna know - arctic monkeys" for this chapter ;)

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Four hours later, hiraeth was throwing back shots with Blaise and Draco. The first two burned going down, but by the third, her throat was warm and comfortably numb to the pain. her body quickly following suit, helping her to forget all of the stress school accompanied. There was music playing beneath the loud chatter of other students, she was sure of it, but it wasn't anything recognizable.

It was upbeat and didn't fit the aesthetic of the common room in the slightest.

"hiraeth! Blaise, he's a chaser on our quidditch team this year. have you met him before?" pansy shouted over the noise. She was already looking a bit drunk with flushed cheeks and glazed eyes.

"I haven't." she turned her attention to the boy. Even through the formality of his uniform, she could tell that he was fit. she had spoken little with him before, but knew of him. He held his hand out for her to shake as she spoke "its hiraeth"

"hiraeth." Blaise repeated. He rolled her name around in his mouth, getting a nice taste of it.

And she appreciated the way her name sounded on his tongue. Like she'd told Fred this morning, she really did love hearing the accents from everyone around. It made her melt a little bit inside, made a tingle form deep in her gut.

"hiraeth, then. I'll remember that." He let go of her hand. "What brung you to Hogwarts? Ilvermorny wasn't good enough for ya?"

"long story, don't bother" Draco snapped. speaking for her. He was feeling nice, much more loose than usual, so much so that when the girl rolled her eyes, he couldn't help but to smile wide. she reached out, feeling the liquid courage that alcohol provided warming her veins, and slid a finger through the knot of his tie. "Loosen up, dray. How about you go get me a drink?"

The three guys ogled over the brazenness of a girl who, more or less, was a new addition to the friend group. Most people that spoke to any Malfoy this way didn't last long — whether it be at Hogwarts or the wizarding world in general. And to their surprise, as she loosened the knot of his tie, Draco casually backed out of the semi-circle they'd formed.

Draco's body had begun moving without any sort of communication from his brain, and though it seemed like the epitome of hell to not be in her presence — she wanted a drink, so that's what she was getting.

He pushed through the crowds of students, paying no mind to whether they were his age or overwhelmed first years. Marcus was manning the kegs. He was one of the only students already old enough to buy them, after all, so anyone that he didn't see fit to sip his beer simply didn't.

"Have a nice summer, Malfoy? Heard you're taking my spot as team captain." Marcus began filling a cup for him.

"Fine, and yeah." Draco glanced over his shoulder briefly, "Pour me another while you're at it."

Marcus was known to notice everything. You kind of have to be observant if you want to be good at a sport such as quidditch. One missed cue and you might find yourself with a broken arm, or worse.

"That the American?" He asked, cutting his eyes up at Draco. "Heard she's a fucking gryffindor"

Draco took the first cup and waited patiently for the second.

"i grew up with her, she shouldn't even be in gryffindor. will you hurry the hell up??" He snapped, marcus ignored him and continued talking "All the broads here are such prudes, even Pansy. Theo travelled across the pond last year, he says Ilvermorny girls are lacking in the morality department."