INTERMISSION (slytherin boys imagines)

Mine~LB

Slytherin parties. The best kind you'll ever stumble upon in your life time if you're lucky enough to attend one. From the music to the drinks, everything that goes into a slytherin party is amazing and tonights is not going to be any different.

It was only 19:00 (7:00) and I could already feel the bass from the music blasting out the speakers in my dorm. I put on a mini skirt and the matching tank top that has a bow in the middle, a set I bought specifically bought to wear to a party, pairing it with a pair of cute but comfortable kitten heels. The main reason i'm so interested in this party is because I know a certain someone is happy that they just won their quidditch game today.

Throughout the whole game I was staring at him, hypnotized by just his figure and when he walked back towards the changing rooms with sweat dripping down, I almost combusted right then and there. Lorenzo Berkshire was sent down by the gods; his beauty is unmatched. From his soft brown hair to his chiseled jaw, Lorenzo has every girl wrapped around his finger, including me. My feelings were different, though. Most of the girls that lust after Enzo is exactly just that, lust. My feelings for him are different.

Lorenzo and I were friends from 1st year all the way to 5th year. Since our first year, I had feelings for him. Once we reached fifth year I have no idea what happened between us. I'm assuming he found out that I fancied him and it didn't sit right with him, especially with how long we'd been friend for.

I didn't expect him to reciprocate those feelings in all honesty. It had just been a silly little crush. Until it became more; maybe it was the summer going into fourth year or maybe it was since the beginning, but somewhere along the way I began to have bigger feelings for Lorenzo. Heart-destroying feelings.

Making my way to the common room, I immediately go towards the Fireball, the need to relieve the edge consumes me as I pour myself a shot and down it within five seconds. "Someone's off to a good start tonight." Blaise Zabini everyone. "Well yes, Blaise. It's a party, I want to have fun." I roll my eyes as I accept a shot that he poured out for me. "Just a slight warning, Sweetheart. Every time you move, I can see your panties." He smirks at me as he points his lips towards my skirt. "That's the point, no? How else am I going to allure my catch for the night." I give him a cheeky smile as I seductively raise my skirt an inch with my fingers. "Don't let Berkshire hear that." He takes the shot that he poured out for himself and downs it. Wait what did he just say? "What do you mean by that?"
"Oh nothing. Have fun, you ball buster."
"I plan on it, you dope."

The party is at full force, from one song to the next, I feel myself loosen up from the Fireball. My hips have more of a sway to them while I start to feel the slight buzz. When Friends by Chase Atlantic starts to blast through the speakers, my buzz goes from a one to euphoric within seconds. The flashing lights combined with the ocean of people just makes it ten times better. Just as the best drops, I make eye contact with someone on the far side of the room. Their gaze is intense as they just continue to stare at me. In my state of mind, I can't comprehend the persons facial features as I continue to dance, losing their eyes in the sea of people.

"And what the hell are we? Tell me we weren't just friends." I feel someone put their hands on my hips as they whisper the lyrics into my ear. I turn to give the person who's touching me without permission a piece of my mind but stop in my tracks when I see Lorenzo Berkshire looking down at me with lust filled eyes. The whole party seems to disappear as we stare at each other for what feels like an eternity. I only come back to a conscious state as the best drops once again and the bodies around me bump into me as they jump.

I'm being whisked away to a corner of the common room, the music getting softer the more I walk away from it. "What the hell was that?" A fuming Lorenzo questions me with a tense jaw. "What was what?" I question, genuinely confused as to what he was talking about. "That little dance you were doing? Were you trying to get the wrong attention?" He seethes as he runs a hand through his hair. "Wrong attention? What on gods earth are you talking about, Berkshire? I'm trying to enjoy myself at a party. I'm allowed to enjoy myself." I shoot back, crossing my arms under my chest. "Bloody hell." He covers his eyes and lets out a sigh as he inches away from me.