Splintered -Draco Malfoy

Chapter 4: Boredom, Pain, Tension.

Authors note: drugs, alcohol ect. Sorry if the writing quality is poor. I'm struggling with plot ideas.

Darcy sat in her room, tossing a ball the size of her palm against her bedroom wall, like she was the main character of every tv show and movie. The weather was so beautiful today, the sun was shining brightly in the sky, and expelled a warmth and mild humidity into the air, and yet she was wasting her time cooped up in the manor.
Father very rarely let her leave.
It was the 9th of June today, 2 days after the death eater meeting on Sunday, 3 days until Draco's birthday party and 8 days before his actual birthday.
Darcy was bored.
This morning she scrolled on her phone, ate breakfast at a time that most would eat their lunch, studied herbology, went on her phone, studied medicine and practiced a few healing spells... Boring.
Darcy was actually quite proud of her technique to study. She would cast a simple charm that apparated a small rodent, and have Nagini strike it. Enough to injure and very nearly kill, nearly, and then she would heal it.
She would begin by putting it to sleep, (of course this wasn't always necessary when she was working with humans, because they knew to hold still.) then she would tend to it's injuries.
She was practiced at working on rodents, and was very confident to work with witches and wizards.
'I know it's bad, but I'm kinda excited for the war.' She muttered to herself like a crazy person.
Darcy talked to herself a lot, not just useless mumbles, full, sometimes even lengthy conversations. She found it improved her vocabulary and ability to express herself, the brain is complicated, and some words seize to exist to describe the sensations she felt, so she, like most things she struggled with, practiced it to perfection.

A few more days of the exact schedule she just described, and the party was a couple hours away.
Darcy was dreading it.
She hated alcohol.
She was admittedly, a little excited to see the blonde boy again.
She wore her fanciest underwear she owned. Her mother had taught her as soon as she got her first period, how to seduce. The riddles were a manipulative family. But Darcy wasn't attempting to seduce Draco for leverage.
She craved him.
Leopard print underwear and a matching bra that added at least 2 cups to her breasts. She wore a white halter top that tied at the nape of her neck, and baggie jeans that sat low on her hips, and revealed a sliver of her iron-board flat stomach. Pulling the waistband of her underwear up, she decided she looked attractive, but basic, and she hated looking basic...
She hummed to herself in thought.
She was running out of time. Darcy hated her outfit, so she made her makeup bold and seductive to make up for it. Chiseled contour, blush, waterline mascara that snatched her eyes and face upwards. She tied her long blonde hair into a high ponytail.
She hummed to herself in thought...

The party was loud, mother had dropped her off with a bottle of 'Absolut Vodka' and a bag of marijuana.
She could hear the bass thumping from outside, 9.30 pm.
She knocked on the large front door and let herself in. The place was disgustingly humid. Body's hugged together, the air was bitter with the stench of alcohol, various colognes, perfumes, aftershaves.
'Darcy!' The brunette Theodore Nott cheered, a beer in his hand and cigarette tucked behind his ear.
'Hi, Theo.' Darcy murmured, giving him an awkward side hug. Why? Whatever...
'Um, I brought drinks, not that you'd need anymore.' She said sarcastically. 'Yeah, yeah, I'll show you around, Malfoy's just... I dunno. Probably shagging some girl.' He scoffed.
Darcy felt a stab to her gut. Of course he was. He brought her to the table where several alcoholic drinks were piled on top of, 'Just chuck your drink there. Woah, you brought weed, holy shit!' He snatched the bag from her.
'Oy, that's about 70 pounds worth!' She jeered playfully, and he kindly gave it back to her.
She felt his hand curl around her other wrist, and she almost dropped the bag at how quickly and forcefully he pulled her through the crowds. Almost.
He brought her upstairs to... was this the same room from Sunday? The house looked completely different with all the expensive furniture most likely tucked away from vomiting teenagers and drugs. As well as the fact that she couldn't see the walls from how packed it was.
Draco knew a lot of people.
She saw the girl from Sunday, Pansy, and felt a rush of regret from the rather hostile thoughts and actions she had towards Pansy. 'Hey pans.' She murmured as she sat next to the girl, who was perched against the edge of Draco's bed, on the carpet. 'Hey,' she slurred back, and Darcy realised she hadn't seen her sober yet. Pathetic.

'Darcy, that's Vince and Greg, but we just call them Crabbe and Goyle.' Theo pointed at two pudgy boys sat in the corner of the room. 'Blaise Zabini.' He pointed at an attractive young man, with dark flesh and chiseled features. 'Adrian Pucey.' He pointed at a tall boy sat next to him, with dark hair and darker eyes, smoking a cigarette, Pucey... Pucey...
Wasn't he training to be a death eater?... He gave her a charming grin that made her feel... strangely attracted to him. Like she knew he wasn't right... but in a sexy way. Darcy gave him a shy smile.

'Malfoy will have your head for smoking in his room.' Theo said to him.
'Oh, and everyone, this is Darcy Riddle, you know, 'He who shant not be named's' daughter.' He was one of the first people she'd met who would mock the Dark Lord... well not mock him... but mock people who were afraid of him. She chuckled dryly. Draco burst through the door, holding a bottle of 'Absolut Vodka'. Was that Darcy's bottle? It was about halfway empty...
'Pucey!' He snapped, *Burp* 'get the fuck out or put the cig out!' Draco's face was slightly flushed, she felt her heart beat a little faster, fuck, he looked... gloriously fucked up.
'Ayyye! Who'd you shag?' Theo cheered for Draco's arrival. Birthday boy, and that.
Draco's eyes scanned the room, his pupils were dilated he looked a bit shaken up, to be honest.
He met Theo's gaze. 'I didn't fuck anyone, Nott.' He said firmly. Finally his beautiful blue eyes met the green ones. The ones he had longed to see all night.
'Dar-Darcy.' He slurred, stumbling over to the blonde girl he couldn't get off his mind. 'Fuck, you look good,' his eyes grazed up and down her body in a way that made her feel naked. 'You look pretty.' He corrected.

'Hi Draco.' She murmured almost shyly, blushing at the attention. She avoided his gaze with embarrassment.
'I brought a bottle of that, too.' She pointed out. 'Coincide-.',
'I know, it's yours.' He said, his gaze piercing through her soul.
'What?' She asked, her reaction time was quite slow when she was nervous.
'It's your bottle, I saw you put it down and took it.' He explained.
'I just got here, you've... you've drunk half a bottle in 10 minutes?' She gawked, concern in her voice. She couldn't help it, she was hooked.
'It's my birthday party,' he slurred, a dopey smile coming to his cute face.
'Your gonna munt, mate.' Blaise scoffed.
Draco looked up, 'I'm fine.'
'You look cooked.' She murmured, Draco leapt onto his bed, that nobody had dared to sit on yet. 'Come, sit with me...Darce.' He cooed. She looked up, and slowly picked herself up from the floor, and sat down next to Draco. 'What'd you take?' She asked, curious to what made his pupils so big.
'Some blow powder, couple tabs, some weed.' He said casually, like it was an everyday occurrence.
'Holy shit, why are you crossing so much?' Darcy was yet again, unable to hide her concern.
'It's my birthday next Wednesday... I'm 17. That's pretty big, Darcy.' He reasoned.
She lit up a joint from her pocket. 'Feeling good?' She asked, her voice slurred around the cylinder, and while he spoke, she inhaled. 'Yeah.' He murmured, but it wasn't the most convincing thing she'd ever heard.
'Oy! how come she can smoke?' Adrian's deep voice boomed from across the room.
'Mmm,' Draco took a glug of the vodka. 'Because she's Darcy Riddle, and your just Adrian Pucey.' He burped quietly after, and for some reason, Darcy felt her stomach swirl at what she assumed was a compliment. 'Thanks.' She gushed quietly to Draco. His large, pale, veiny hand planted itself on her thigh, his thumb brushing against her inner thigh. She was wearing jeans, and could hardly even feel the contact. But the fact it was there... her face was pink, to summarise. Very pink.
'So did your parents let you throw this, or are they out of the country?' She asked him.