ALLURING || D.M.

Chapter 04

Polished silver awaited in the multiple tables set in Malfoy Manor's garden. Running around the place was Narcissa Malfoy, focused entirely on achieving the utmost perfection for the evening.

While her husband was admiring a new potion he'd just acquired in his office, her son was in his room, fighting with his tie.

Why'd I have to wear the bloody thing?

He'd neglect the use of it often in school. Only having it tight around his neck when Pansy or some other conquest offered to help his needed soul. He could go to his mother he supposed, she'd be happy to pamper him. She always was. But in an effort to be a grown-up, he stayed where he was, redoing the knot for the fourth time.

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Some time had gone by, some people had arrived. Half the guest list was there already, breaking his nerves.

After enduring the obnoxious compliments of some of his mother's friends, he resolved he had stayed by his parents long enough. His eyes searched for some friendly face and once he located Nott and Zabini he excused himself.

As the trio joined, they walked around the place. Settling in front of the refreshments table. A thing they liked about pureblood society was the drinking tolerance, no one said a word to them if they had a drink on their hand. However one too many and you'd have your mother scolding you for months on end. Or you could always take a sober up to save your arse.

After a while, they were joined by Daphne and Pansy. Both attempting to escape the unpleasant company of some questionable wizards.

Soon enough Pansy was laughing too loudly, earning too much attention from the adults. Apparently also of some other Slytherins, who were fast to approach. Marcus Flint, Adrian Pucey and Terrence Higgs. The last a seventh year, the second a sixth year, but the first, the first already had a year out.

Doesn't he have some other friends?

Draco thought he wouldn't be caught dead hanging socially with schoolboys after he graduated. He'd see it as a shame.

He tried to remember the last he heard of Flint. Right, his father had gotten him a job of some sorts in the ministry. He did not remember the department or official position but there it was, wouldn't he have colleagues?

Dare I repeat myself and say, friends?

He'd always been quite a brute, something Draco appreciated in quidditch, but also discreetly walked away from almost every other time. That was the thing about Flint, he lacked tact, judgement. One could be a complete jackass, but in a social standing as theirs, there were moments to be yourself and moments to be a hypocrite. Flint didn't understand that, he was a thug at all times.

Maybe now he was in the ministry he could not bully his way up the ladder, nor could he send a bludger to all his adversaries. He said some bigoted joke about his boss or his responsibilities that sent Pansy, once again, in a laughing frenzy. She'd had a little too many drinks already. Then another group entered, a rather large one, twenty or so people perhaps.

That was when he noticed her again, a little shy, walking amongst people. In a creamy white flowy dress that did wonders for her figure. Since when did she look like that?

"There comes the bride," Flint said. "Bride, whose bride?" Pansy asked him enthusiastically.

"Mine of course," He replied proudly. "You're marrying?" Snorted Zabini with a smirk.

"Yes as a matter of fact I am" He stated once again, a bit bothered by Blaise's incredibility. "Who's the unlucky girl?" Asked Nott.

"Lestrange" Flint said. Draco raised an eyebrow, curious, a little dumbfounded. "Lily?" Daphne grasped.