𝐈 𝐃𝐢𝐝 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐚𝐝 // 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲

30

'And isn't it just so pretty to think
All along there was some
Invisible string
Tying you to me?'

I was in Draco's dorm hanging out with him, Blaise, and Theodore. He had asked me to come and help him study for finals and we got a little distracted. I was on Draco's lap on their couch and the boys were on Draco's bed.

"You're a bloody wreck, aren't you Potter?" Nott asked, snorting at himself.

"I'm the wreck? Count how much you've had to drink and then get back to me with the answer," I said, giving him a dirty look.

"Could you two get along for once in your life?" Draco snapped.

"No."

"No."

"Bloody hell, I mean, you've got to have at least something in common. One thing," Blaise said, "What's your favorite colors?"

"Black."

"Red, obviously."

"Yeah. Dumb question. Holiday?" Blaise asked.

"Halloween."

"Christmas."

"See, now I agree with Aurora. Christmas is superior," Blaise nodded with me.

"See, Nott! Blaise agrees. You're wrong. I'm right. Draco, what do you say?" I asked, taking a sip of whiskey.

"I don't really care," The blonde snarked.

"No need to get snippy, Drakey," Blaise teased.

"Shut up, Blaise, you fuck," Draco snapped.

"Sorry Drakey...." Blaise said, looking down shamefully as a joke. I giggled and Draco's eyes snapped to me.

"You aren't supposed to laugh at that!" He exclaimed.

"But it's funny," I defended.

"Yeah, Drakey, it's funny," Blaise snapped.

"Bloody twat," Draco mumbled. I slapped him softly on the arm. He looked up at me fake shocked. I rolled my eyes and giggled.

"I'm going to enjoy it throughly when you leave, Potter," Nott said.

"Why can't you be nice?" Draco huffed.

"Yeah, Theo, why can't you be nice?" I mocked, sticking my tongue out at him.

"Uh, because I don't like you," The brown haired boy said.

"I don't like you either, yet I'm still nice. I even wrote an essay for you out of purely my good heart," I said.

"You wrote an essay for him?" Blaise asked, shocked.

"Only because I was bored and it was about Auror stuff," I shrugged.

"Come on, mate. You've got to give her props for that one. That was just unreasonable. She didn't have to do that," Blaise said.