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Harry and Elizabeths first, second and third years went by like lightning. Soon enough the twins were fourth years and knew every inch of the castle, knew every person in the castle.
"Put a shirt on you freak." Pansy said to Draco when she walked into the Slytherin Common Room to find that he was without a shirt. It was around 3:30 am on a Saturday night and Draco, Blaise, Pansy, Enzo and Theo were all sitting in the common area sipping vodka and smoking cigarettes they'd stolen from Snape's office.
"Just because you don't like men doesn't mean you have to hate on my perfectly shaped body." Draco boasted. Pansy rolled her eyes and shook her head.
"Hey, where's Liz? She usually hangs out with us on weekends." Blaise asked.
"Don't know, don't care." Draco replied, staring at his book.
"And you wonder why everyone in this school hates you." Pansy murmured while getting up to knock on Elizabeth's door. When the girl opened it, she was only wearing a lace bralette and tight black shorts with her ginger hair in a ponytail, "Come to the common room, we have vodka and cigarettes!!!" Pansy pulled her arm toward the main area and sat her down on the couch next to Draco, handing her a cigarette.
"Fuck you Pansy." Draco groaned.
"Hi Liz..." Blaise trailed off when he'd looked her up and down.
"Don't get hard, Blaise." Draco laughed and looked to Enzo, who was also staring at the girl, "You either Enzo. Keep it in your pants boys."
Truth is, Draco couldn't help but stare himself as she leaned back against the couch, her legs spread with a cigarette between her lips.
"Give me the vodka. I need it after the day I've had today." She said.
"Oh yeah, about that whole thing.." Pansy started, "Did you and Harry really put your names in the Goblet of Fire?"
"No." She angrily stated, "I don't know how our names got in there. We're too young anyway. I've spent enough of my life on the brink of death, I really wanted this year to go smoothly. And now it definitely won't." She took a big sip of vodka and sighed, "And Ron's fucking pissed at me and Harry because he thinks we're lying to him about it. My own best friend won't even talk to me."
"Weasel isn't someone you wanna be best friends with anyway." Draco muttered with a laugh. Elizabeth glared at him.
"Don't talk about him like that." She spat back, "You don't even know him."
"Oh I'm sorry, did I offend your boyfriend?" Draco cocked his head to the side mockingly.
"He's not my boyfriend." Liz stammered.
"Wow, even he can't get into your pants." Draco sneered with a laugh. Elizabeth sent daggers of glares his way.
"And you can't either so stop thinking with your small dick and just shut your mouth."
