I put on my favorite dress, and me and draco's matching snake ring. The dress was dark green, and the ring was silver, the snake having green crystals for eyes. I looked really pretty.
I walked out of my dorm, instantly hearing the music.
I look around for Draco, and see him snogging some Slytherin girl who looks a year above us.
"Lili!" Pansy shouts, and I turn to face her. "Hey, Pansy," I force a smile. "The alcohol is over there," Pansy says, "Don't tell!" A giggle sneaks from her lips.
I'm guessing she's a little tispy.
"Ohhh, okay!" I respond, slithering away to the bottles.
I grab a bottle of firewiskey, that apparently was brought by Fred and George Weasley.
As my brother calls them, "Stupid blood traitors."
"Hey!" Draco shouts, "Who're you trying to impress? You look pretty for once." I furrow my eyebrows at him. "I'm not impressing nobody," I say, "You're just being protective." Draco scoffs. "Am not!" He grabs a bottle of champange and pops it open. I take a drink of the firewhiskey.
"Hey Draco," Year-Above-Us says in a quiet voice, then mumbles something in his ear. Draco's eyes widen. "Um, Lili, I'll see you later," he says, before Year-Above-Us drags Draco across the room.
"Bloody hell," I say quietly, "This is way more chaotic then I thought it would be."
After twenty minutes, I started to get really bored. I was about to leave, until I heard Pansy shout, "Lets play truth or dare!"
I ran my way over to her and sat down on one of the couches.
Some people like Blaise, Crabbe, Goyle, Draco, Daphne and Astoria Greengrass, Adrian Pucey, and some Gryffindors who I didn't really care about, made their way over to us.
"Who wants to start?" Pansy asks, looking around at all of us. "How about... Ron, you ask first."
Ron looks around at everyone, fixes his eyes on Harry, obviously. "Harry, truth or dare?" He asks, taking a sip of alcohol. "Mm, truth." He responds, a little bit drunk.
"Have you ever had a wet-dream about someone here? Even someone you haven't talked to," Ron smirks, trying to hide his laughter.
Harry turns bright red. "I- uh- well-" he stutters, "I'vehadawetdreamwithagirlinslytherin," he says really quick, leaving everyone confused. He's still blushing and stuttering like an idiot.
"Say that again?--" I ask, "--We couldn't hear you," Draco finishes my sentence. "I-I've had a w-wet- dr-dream about.." he pauses, "a girl in slytherin."
A bunch of shouts and laughter erupt from the room. I'm still trying to process what he said. "A girl in slytherin, eh?" I whisper-laugh.
"Everyone shut it! We need to keep playing," I shout, making everyone shut their mouths. "Potter. Ask someone," I say, turning towards him. "Liliana, truth or dare," He says, giving an annoying smile at the end. "Truth," I say.
No way I'm gonna waste a dare on Harry Potter, in front of my brother.
"Have you ever had sexual thoughts about someone here?" He asks, and I quickly respond. "Yes. Most of the people on your side of the room-" I get cut off from people laughing, and I begin laughing along with them. "What? All the hot people are over there."
I suddenly hear Draco's voice say,
"Don't answer those types of questions."
I look over at Draco, and he isn't even talking.What the fu-
"You heard me." Okay, maybe I could try talking back. "Is this twin telepathy?" "Yes," "That's creepy," "Just a little bit." I chuckle and so does Draco. I can talk to him in my head! That's so cool!
"I hear someone coming, leave!" Pansy shouts, and I run as fast as I can to my dorm.
"That was so weird!" I say to myself, plopping down on my huge bed. Since me and Draco are "high class," our father payed for us to have the bigger, personal dorms.
"Goodnight, Draco," I say, via telepathy to my brother. "Goodnight, Lili," He responds, before I quickly drift off to sleep.
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Another Love, George Weasley
Fanfiction(This story is kinda like a harry potter and george weasley fanfic put together idrk) Draco Malfoy's twin sister, Liliana, gets re-sorted into Gryffindor after being Slytherin's head girl for four years. When she becomes friends with Harry, Ron, Her...