Floating (Drarry)

Parties and pansy

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Sorry for not posting I randomly get mad obsessed with philosophy and god but I've realised again that it doesn't matter. There's no point. Anyway please vote and comment.

Oh and I changed Luca the boy Draco made friends with in divination to Dean Thomas which is gonna be kinda key in the storyline. love you guys :)))

"Malfoy," Percy hissed shaking him awake. The slytherin's silver eyes darted open in shock. "Malfoy, what the fuck are you playing at?" The prefect repeated. 

Draco blinked in surprise, he wasn't aware the Weasley knew any swear words.

"Are you even listening to me?" Percy sighed waving his hand infront of Malfoy's face.

"Yes," Draco muttered, beginning to shiver as he finally noticed his damp coat and snow filled boots. 

"It's past curfew If you get caught you'll have detentions every night for a month," the Weasley said exasperated.

"Oh," was all Malfoy could say, his usual sneering demeanour completely gone as he lay flat on his back.

"Just get out of here," the prefect mumbled.

"I- I can't move," Draco whispered pathetically, wincing slightly as he tried to sit up. The tall, lanky ginger grabbed his shoulder pulling him up with little effort.

"God my little sister probably weighs more than you," Percy remarked with a slight chuckle.

"Just when I thought you Weasley's aren't all bad," Draco said shaking his head, his usual charm back now he had more control leant against the castle wall.

"Was that nearly a compliment, Malfoy?" The Weasley said furrowing his ginger brows, disbelief evident in his eyes. 

Draco was pulled into the seat next to Blaise as they rushed into potions ten minutes late.

"And where were you two?" Snape drawled, not looking up from his book.

"I couldn't find a shirt, sorry sir," Draco explained, cheeks flushed. Professor Snape nodded continuing the lesson as Hermione granger scoffed loudly whispering to Harry with a scowl on her face.

"What a stuck up cow," Blaise frowned, watching her.

"Draco, you'll never guess what," Theodore nott began as Malfoy turned his head to look at the horse like boy, "I've got us into the 6th year Haloween party,".

The slytherin's had all collectively decided Halloween was a lame muggle thing. Unless of course you were going to Miles Bletchley's Halloween party. He was a 6th year Ravenclaw but everyone knew he was sorted wrong. He'd hung around slytherin's several years older since he was a second year and supplied the whole castle with firewhiskey and muggle alcohol.

 He'd grinned at Draco once and the blonde boy had this weird feeling in his stomach that he sort of liked.

"Sick," Malfoy whispered fist bumping him.

Draco slipped into a pair of slightly oversized jeans and pulled on a t-shirt and Nike jumper.

"Is this okay?" He asked Blaise, trying not too sound worried.

"You look great man, don't sweat it,".

They made their way to the room of requirement following Theodore closely.

"How did you get us in?" Pansy asked as they creeped quietly along the corridor.

"Dunno really," nott shrugged and they stayed silent as Marcus flint pulled them through a pair of large wooden doors.

The music was incredibly loud and the room was packed but seemed to be expanding. Draco didn't question it as they headed to the drinks in the corner, the main plan to get completely wasted.

Nott went off to find his other mates and the three sat squished on a sofa, sharing a bottle of vodka as they talked excitedly about quidditch and the rest of the school year. 

It didn't take long before the room swayed slightly and everything seemed funnier than it actually was so they made their way closer to the speakers. They joined a massive crowd of slytherin's and tried to hang on to eachother while dancing.

They were all pretty terrible and their movements were sloppy but they laughed and sung and soon Draco was on the floor attempting the worm as pansy and Blaise clung to each other giggling.

"Hey kids," a boy shouted walking over and Malfoy pulled himself up.

"Wassssup!" Draco slurred, smiling lopsidedly at Miles as the 6th year came over with a bottle of firewhiskey.

"I was gonna offer you guys drinks but it seems you've already had a few," he chuckled.

"We're not complaining," Blaise said grabbing a cup, the two other third years copying him. They downed it in one feeling the familiar burning sensation.

They danced till they were red in the face and out of breath before being called to play beer pong with most of the Slytherin quidditch team. Marcus counted loudly as everyone around cheered and people took turns throwing the small, white ball, then chugging the contents of its cup.

"Draco," pansy whispered, looping her arms around his waist, clearly very drunk. He looked down at her and she grabbed him by the chin so their lips met. 

She kissed sloppily and her breath reaked of alcohol but Malfoy didn't pull away because he couldn't think of a single reason why he shouldn't like her.

There were no fireworks or warm feeling in his stomach but he pulled her closer and she wrapped her legs around his waist, tongue venturing into his mouth.

Someone whistled behind them and a few people cheered loudly causing Draco's cheeks to redden deeply.

When they finally paused for breath Malfoy was positive he was going to throw up but instead he was led to a seat by pansy and she climbed onto his lap. 

Pansy leaned in for another kiss and he let her because it was probably too late too say he didn't like her back and his head was spinning way too fast.

It's mad short but I hope you like it.

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I'm gonna update again today hopefully