One Angel | Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott

Chapter 11

Mature content ahead.
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I entered the Gryffindor common room. Loud thumping music was playing and the room was crowded with so many people, making it was hard for me to lay eyes on someone I knew.

Glancing to my side, a table filled with a different alcohol caught my eye. Beer cans and liquor bottles were scattered across the floor haphazardly.

Without much thought, I seized a bottle and took a sip as I navigated through the crowd. The sharp tang of the alcohol burned down my throat, eliciting a grimace. Having consumed nothing but a sip of water all day, it wasn't the wisest choice, but I pressed on.

I walked further into the crowd, trying to squeeze myself past all the people dancing around in the middle of the room.  It was hard for me to see anything, I was shorter than the most and everyone was pushing at each other, not to mention the smoke, dark light and pulsating disco lamps that filled up the room so it made it a lot harder to see anything.

The party had potential, though there was an attempt to mimic a Slytherin party. Not that I minded.

"Angelous?"

My name echoed, and a hand grabbed my arm, providing a welcome escape from the crowd. Grateful, I turned to see the familiar face.

Recognizing the boy, I instinctively enveloped him in a tight hug. His arms encircled my torso, offering comfort.

"Thank God you found me I was going mad in there" I confessed, pulling away with a smile as he greeted me warmly.

"Yeah, you looked a bit lost," George chuckled, his words barely sounding over the music.

"Come on! Fred, Jimmy, and the other Quidditch members are over there," he said, guiding me through the Gryffindor common room. As we entered the lively scene, I observed the effects on everyone– tipsy individuals in clusters, make-out sessions, stumbling figures, dancing, drinking, and body shots.

The presence of so many toxicated people threatened the common room, it could destroy it whole. Some people were acting like dumb drunken teenagers but I guessed that's what's happening when there's a party with 4th and 5th year students as well. It was a strong difference from Slytherin parties, where 6th and 7th years typically held more composed events.

I shot a bemused look at the younger students attempting to fake drunkenness, taking off shirts for attention – a cringe-worthy display.

Carefully stepping over scattered empty bottles on the floor, I couldn't help but note the potential of broken glass waiting to trip someone up and hurt themself.

George and I joined the other boys around a sprawling table, also scattered with bottles. Pouring another sip, I could feel the alcohol coursing through my veins, since I had nothing to eat all day.

After warm greetings, I placed my bottle on the table and settled into a chair beside Fred Weasley.

"Enjoying the party?" he smirked.

I nodded. "Absolutely, delighted to be invited."

"Yeah, you should be. You're the only Slytherin invited; we usually don't let assholes in here," Fred chuckled.