ALLURING || D.M.

Chapter 02

The night had just begun, and Draco Malfoy was slightly tipsy sitting on a couch in the common room. His morning that day had not been the best. The Prophet's article soured his breakfast and the talk among him had almost numbed his ear.

He had no interest in reacting to the news or caring what low-life Hogwarts students thought of him. He never had really, he was very self-centred, or as he liked to put it, self-sufficient.

And he had every reason to, he was rich, handsome, a pureblood. What more is there to be? What more is there to need?

From his angle, nothing. How wrong he was he would soon find out.

He took another sip from Blaise's flask, the fire whisky burning his throat slightly, and then he passed it onto the extended hand of Theo Nott. His eyes focused momentarily on his surroundings, the common room was packed, much more than it was when the trio first entered.

Draco saw the girls approaching. The girls being the three girls he was constantly surrounded with. Pansy Parkinson and Daphne Greengrass, the first followed by Millicent Bulstrode. "Drinking without us, are we boys?" Sounded the flirtatious high-pitched voice of Parkinson.

The sitting boys merely smirked and shrugged, offering her the flask. She took it, sitting on the armchair of Draco's couch. She had been doing things like this for about three years now. Touchy and demanding, very much self-absorbed but always attentive to Draco.

And even though sometimes it bored him out, he liked that about her, having her at his disposal was certainly an ego boost when he hit puberty. She had changed completely around their third year, passed from the whiny little girl with pigtails to the developing teenager with a bob and bangs, all too eager to grow up. It went from a "Good morning, Dracy" to a "How handsome you look today Dray", and he loved it. The best part, she was not the only one.

Over the years her efforts had worked, although only partially how she hoped for. She had been his first kiss, and he hers. He had been her first time, she was not his, but she did not want to care. She chose not to care. She had pushed her expectations with him to the clouds, and ever like her, took attributions and attitudes of a title he had not bestowed her with, a title she desperately, still, wanted to have. Ultimately, after multiple public scenes and rumours, he sat her down and told her he did not want to be with her, or anybody for that matter.

He was having too much for her to ruin it.

She had accepted, very reluctantly. But she could not help feeling wronged when he openly flirted with other girls, when he kissed other girls or when every single person knew he was fucking other girls.

The lack of judgment on her part was feeling wronged, but not by him, by them. All those girls he had been involved with, she hated, she humiliated every chance she got. Her only solace was that, unlike all those girls, he stuck with her. They had history together, before all the relationship or no relationship stuff, she was not a one-time thing, she was a constant fuck, a constant kiss. And in her mind, it was enough until his phase passed, and he settled down with her.

Draco on the other hand, although somehow aware of Pansy's sentiments. Could not care less, he was content with the empty pleasing nature his life had. No real connection, he felt no need for one.

Taking another look around the room, his eyes set on a girl he had not once even uttered a word to. He could not fully remember her name. It was something with Anne, or was it an Anna? He did remember her last name, how could he not? It was Lestrange, he had relatives all around the world and a lifetime would not be enough to meet every single one of them. It was like that with most pureblood wizarding families.