Half-Blood (Draco Malfoy)

Accidental Sleepover #2

"What the fuck is on your face?" My drunken self asks aggressively.

Draco wipes his face with the back of his hand, shaking his head. "I'd appreciate if you just let me walk you back in silence."

I can feel anger rising in me, more quickly than normal. "Then let me walk by myself." I say harshly, speeding up.

"No. I'm doing you a favor." He says, annoyance evidence in his voice.

"Seems like you're doing Pansy one too." I say, scoffing and picking up my step even more.

"Leave it, Gooden. Mind your own business." He snaps at me, falling into my step.

I turn to face him, stopping in my tracks and saying, "Fine, then I'll just go makeout with Leo. See how that feels for ya." The alcohol makes me feel more bold.

He pauses for a moment, glaring at me, before saying, "Come on. You're drunk."

I roll my eyes, "But I'm not an idiot."

"Come on. Now." He demands, and begins walking again without me.

I catch up, but only because I wanted to get back to my dormitory.

I huffed, still extremely angry that this boy has the nerve to kiss me one week then kiss Pansy the next. Especially after how terrible Pansy has been.

My mind flashbacks to the last party, when Pansy said that she had Draco. Part of me wondered if this had been going on the whole time. If he was with both of us at the same time.

My drunken self obviously had no filter, so I spat out, "At least tell me how long it's been going on. I'd like to know if I was swapping spit with Parkinson at some point so I can bleach my mouth."

He rolls his eyes, not looking at me. "Give it a rest, Lilia."

"Oh we're back to first names?" I ask, amused, "Well then answer the question, Draco."

"We will talk when you're sober." He says firmly.

"I deserve an answer." I protest.

"I'll give you one." He shrugs.

I clench my fists in frustration before coming up with a brilliant idea to make his night even more uncomfortable than it already is. Plus maybe the drinks had me liking this banter a little bit too much.

"So who was the better kisser?" I ask, confidently.

His eyes go wide and he glances at me for a second, seeing if I'm serious. I raise my eyebrows at him.

"I- uh..." he stumbles out.

"At least tell me that." I say, crossing my arms.

He shakes his head, and I swear I could see the tiniest of smirks on his face, before he says, "A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell, Gooden."

I smirk back, "Well a gentleman doesn't kiss Pansy Parkinson either."

He shakes his head, I can tell he's getting annoyed with my taunts, but I'm getting annoyed with his behavior.

We finally arrive to the staircase that leads to my coming room. The one we always sit on during patrol. The one where we last made out.

"Oh, look where we are." I say, pointing out the stair that we last were on together.

He shook his head but looked at me,
saying nothing.

"Oh don't worry," I say smirking, "I know you'd love to be back in that spot with me."