There's Something About Potter

Chapter 23

Draco stared intently at his reflection in the full-length mirror.

He raked a hand through his blond hair a few times, styling it carefully with gel until he was satisfied that it fell perfectly over his eyes. Afterwards, he adjusted the cufflinks on the sleeves of his coat, fastening them securely over his wrists.

"You're looking sharp."

He looked up to see Zach exit the bathroom and make his way over to his bed on the opposite side of the room. Unlike Draco, who had chosen to wear mostly black that evening, Zach's dress robes were a deep blue color. As soon as he reached his dresser, Zach stood in front of his mirror and began fidgeting with his tie.

Draco glanced at him and arched an eyebrow.

"I never got to ask — who are you going with tonight?"

"Demelza Robbins." Zach answered him just as Blaise (who looked annoyingly immaculate in an expensive set of black and gray dress robes) strode into the room.

"That Chaser girl in Gryffindor with the insanely strong throw?" Blaise shook his head and pretended to give Zach a serious look. "You should probably keep your hands to yourself tonight. I should know, she hit me several times in the crotch during the match."

"You'd better make sure it still works then." Draco mocked.

"It seemed to be working just fine with Potter last night."

"Oh fuck you, Blaise."

Zach rolled his eyes at them and shrugged himself into his long coat.

"Demelza happens to be very sweet and pretty and I just might score tonight, if you know what I mean." He winked at them and walked out of the room, leaving Blaise and Draco smirking after his retreating back.

Draco turned his attention back to his reflection in the mirror, primping and fidgeting for a few more minutes. Finally, after he was absolutely certain that he looked nothing less than flawless, he nodded to himself and walked out of the room.

As soon as he reached the common room, he ignored the group of fourth year girls who giggled when they saw him and sat down onto his favorite armchair in front of the fireplace. He knew he should probably be making his way to the Hufflepuff Common Room to pick up Astoria; but he couldn't help linger for a couple more minutes, desperate for a quick glimpse of Aria before he left.

For courtesy's sake, he and Aria had agreed to stick with their dates for the Yule Ball, at least until the event itself was over.

Afterwards, they promised to spend the rest of the evening together (Aria had even hinted, using that seductive voice of hers, that she was going to make the wait worthwhile for him); and already Draco was getting agitated, wanting nothing more than to speed through the Ball, and his time with Astoria, as fast as possible.

He propped an elbow against the armrest and rested his chin on his palm. As he leaned against the backrest of his seat, Draco was suddenly bombarded with images of the last time he sat there.

He remembered Aria on his lap; the silken slide of her thighs against his; the taste of that secret patch of skin just below her ear that he loved to kiss just to make her shiver; the heat of her flushed body and all those gorgeous little sounds she made when he—

Draco flushed and loosened the button of his collar.

He adjusted the position of his legs a couple of times, inwardly grateful to whoever invented dress robes that they were loose enough to provide enough coverage over the front of his pants. Unfortunately for him, the object of his thoughts chose that exact moment to come slinking down into the common room.