Blood I've Spilt

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It's lonely out tonight

And the feelin' just got right

For a brand new love song

Somebody done somebody wrong song

Hey, won't you play another

Somebody done somebody wrong song

And make me feel at home

While I miss my baby, while I miss my baby

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Quinn's POV

I had always been one to smile often; but not like this. It seemed that I was having such a good time. All my usual worries felt as if they'd vanished to the back of my mind where I could not reach them. I wasn't thinking about Liam, Ace, my parents, Keith, our Astronomy presentation tomorrow. My chest felt tight, but I liked it. It was a wonderful feeling that I didn't know the name of. I had never longed to be with a boy like this before.

Dean made me laugh and smile but my stomach didn't flip when he looked into my eyes the way Draco did. I had never made such joyful eye contact with someone for this long, let alone the fact that we were dancing to a song that I didn't even recognize. It appeared to be from the states.

My hair whipped with my movements, Draco's tie had gone loose, and he even seemed to be enjoying himself. Draco had smirked and boasted with joy before, sure, but the smile he had plastered on his face when he looked at me made my hands sweat and my throat dry; in a good way, though. If that's possible.

I'd never felt this way towards a boy before. My mind has always been busy with other things. Although, I assumed I had done that to myself on purpose to distract my overloading thoughts. Maybe I told myself I didn't have time due to the worry of what my family members thought. At this moment I didn't care all that much.

I had noticed moments ago that Liam had arrived with Cass. They looked amazing and no matter how angry Liam seemed to be, I was happy for him nonetheless.

He wore a grey button up that fit around his shoulders, arms, and chest just right. He sported a very expensive pair of slacks and dress shoes that he'd only worn when he'd go to work with mother to meet her acquaintances. She often took him to brag about how outstanding Liam was.

Cass, stunning as always, was dressed in a light brown pants suit that was quite fancy. The shirt underneath the blazer had ruffles near the neck. They had on sleek black heels, to my great surprise, and stood at the same height as Liam. Originally, the Gryffindor was around 5'10 or 5'11.

I caught a few people staring at the couple that had their hands clasped together. Some were shocked and others were disgusted; they were his jock friend mostly. I wanted to punch them in the face because they were so dimwitted to see that Cass made him abundantly happy. Usually, he was not; but this important person had changed that and I will forever be grateful for that.

I felt a hand slither to my waist grabbing my attention back to the person in front of me. Draco's other hand came close to my face, his thumb pressing against my chin. I could sense my face grow hot at how close Draco was to me now.

"I want you to look at me," he whispered loudly over the music, making it so no one was in ear-shot. He was only making my blush grow more prominent. I had given up the eye-contact thing minutes ago because I couldn't do it for very long no matter who it was. I even tried to look away but the blonde boy just pulled my attentiveness back to him with his hand.

"W-why?" I stuttered sheepishly. Doing that sent chills down my spine. I was not one to stutter; usually ever and it was alarming that one sentence from a handsome Slytherin could cause such a spiral in me.