Babygirl (SEQUEL to Fuckboy - Draco Malfoy)

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For Draco, the summer was not so much a holiday but rather a respite from ongoing and excruciating mental and physical torture.

Three months away from Hogwarts was always good for his psyche. A return to Malfoy Manor meant a return to a cerebral haven—a place in which he did not have to fight the useless and never-ending battle of his subconscious appetites.

However, things were moving faster this year. Draco blamed Theodore Nott for the fast-track, as it was his fault that the Mudblood was sitting across from him now—in tiny fucking shorts that hid absolutely nothing.

The prospect of spin-the-bottle had Draco chugging raw liquor again. His poison this evening—not twenty-four hours after he downed a whole bottle of vodka and nearly drowned in the shower—was firewhiskey. The burn was soothing to his fast-closing throat.

"Who's going first?"

Mid-chug, the bottle was yanked from Draco's hand. "Oi!" he shouted, then continued to watch in fury as Blackwood downed the rest of his bottle in three swallows.

"Here," she said, wiping her mouth and shoving the bottle to Theo's chest.

"Always a team player," Theo said in admiration.

"I just want to see you get snogged by Malfoy. Then I can die happy," she answered with a smirk in Theo's direction.

Draco opened his mouth, about to tell the brainless bitch off for being a whorish muggle-born fucking degenerate. Instead, he met two blazing, goddess eyes. His brain suffered whiplash for how quickly his thoughts changed directions.

Draco's eyes lingered, then moved agonizingly to the bottle spinning in the middle of the circle. He didn't know why Theo insisted on playing these games. Sometimes he wondered if Nott was a sadist, simply wanting to see them all suffer.

"Your lucky day," Theo teased Onyx, his first victim.

The first kiss of the game was not really all that interesting, except for its comedic value. Onyx and Theo's kiss was sloppy—Draco thought he was using far too much tongue—and when it was over, the five-second limit fullfilled, Onyx grimaced in disgust and wiped her mouth. This made Draco huff a half-laugh. He was unable to achieve full humor.

The previous victim, Onyx, took her own turn to spin the bottle. When it landed on Blaise, Draco managed a chuckle. Onyx was quite obviously pleased, as was shown in the way her eyebrows furrowed together as they kissed. Blaise raised his eyebrows, impressed with his first kiss of the evening, as he spun the bottle for his own turn.

"Old news," Pansy sighed, as the bottle had landed on Blackwood.

It was indeed old news to Draco, but not necessarily good news. Draco looked around for his firewhiskey, but then remembered that Blackwood chugged it all, the bitch.

Draco scowled, his hands draped over his knees, and fidgeted with his ring. He kept his eyes on the ring as the kiss started, Blaise and Blackwood kissing in the background of his focus. When Blaise sat back down next to him, Draco could hear him breathe. He looked over at his best friend and found red cheeks and widened eyes. Since Blaise was presumably busy having a heart attack, Draco wordlessly shifted his attention back to the game.

Blackwood was kneeling in the center still, spinning the bottle for her next kiss. Draco stared at the bottle, counting the number of times it spun. One, two, three, four, five, six—

"I am not kissing the Mudblood," he said, because the mouth of the bottle was pointed directly at him. It is not an exaggeration to say that Draco would have rather died than kiss her then. He knew what would happen if he did. He knew what it would mean.