entanglements | d.m.

05.acquaintances

December '94 | H I M

"What could Flitwick want?" Theodore groans.

The Slytherin have been called to assemble along with the Ravenclaws, fourth and fifth years—for what only Merlin knows.

"We'll find out soon enough." Draco says as him and his friends enter the classroom.

Immediatly, what strikes him as odd is the way the tables and chairs are arranged. With the former out of the way completely, the chairs are lined up in two rows on opposite sides, giving enough space for thirty something people to flap aroun—

"Don't tell me..."

Blaise does exactly so on a sigh, "They're making us practice ballroom dancing."

Yeah, that's just a waste of time. Draco can dance as it is expected on the Yule Ball with his eyes closed, as most of Slytherins can. He will make sure to let Flitwick know and see back to his studies.

"I don't even know who I'm going with yet," Theo complains while they take their seats. "I have too many options."

Draco releases an amused chuckle, grasping his mate's shoulder and giving it a fond shake. "Poor, poor lad."

"I'm serious." Theo's brows are dipped, looking in immediate need of help. "It's like I got the sweetest buffet and I can't decide."

"Are you comparing girls to food now?" Blaise teases, a playful grin stretched across his cheeks.

"Don't recommend," Crabbe chimes in from behind the three. "Did that once to a girl's face and she slapped me."

Theo has a shit-eating grin as he turns around to look at him. "What food did you say?"

"Unimportant." His bushy brows knit together, looking actually disgruntled. "But it was flattering in my eyes."

"And there we have the problem," Draco muses. Jelly and muffin tops may overrule in Crabbe's world but girls would and should screech if a guy ever told her she reminded them of it.

Blaise nudges Draco with his elbow. "You decided who you're going with?"

The blond leans back in his chair, palms gliding over his tighs. "Pansy mentioned we could go, but I'm not really sure."

Reason being the way his friend's eyes darken murderously. Draco only mentioned it to confirm his suspicion—Blaise Zabini has a thing for Pansy Parkinson. The jealous waves just ripple off him, 0.5 seconds away from ripping Draco's head off.

"Really?" Kudos to him for trying to sound impassive, but the slitted eyes give it away. "Why'd she say that?"

"Something about making a guy jealous." Draco lifts a shoulder, feigning indifference. With him and Pansy, there is nothing to worry about. "I was speaking to a cute Beauxbaton girl the other day, though. Might ask her."

"The blonde?" Theo inquires, wholly involved in the topic.

Draco gives him a meaningful look. "The brunette."

Theo's eyes widen in understanding. "Ah, the brunette."

There is an endless list of girls batting their lashes at Draco and it only increases each year, plus the influx of student from another school... it's been a feast, really.

It's not just the name that brings notoriety to Theo, Blaise and Draco, but their very fortunate genetics too. At some point they've been dubbed Slytherin royalty and they bathe in their youthful luxury.

"Go for the Beauxbaton," Blaise advises, sly if it weren't for the fact that Draco can see through the apathetic facade.

Whatever reply he has molded in his head flies out the window.