Ten Questions (Harry Potter x Slytherin reader)

Chapter 47

"You've been awfully quiet tonight, Y/n."

"Hmm?" I look up to see Malfoy staring at me hard, his face pressed into a vacant and unreadable expression as he brings a cigarette up to his lips and takes a smoke. I wrinkle my nose in slight disgust, but only for a moment before my features return to its usual neutral expression.

Sitting in a small circle, I scan everyone around me. Blaise, Daphne, Theodore Nott, Pansy Parkinson, and Millicent Bulstrode all sit beside me, bottles in hand. We are sat at the large balcony overlooking the entire property of Malfoy manor- a large expanse of land that seems to stretch out forever. You can hardly see where it begins and ends.

I have never enjoyed parties- particularly ones hosted by the Malfoy's. It was arguably the biggest event of the year for most pure-blood families, and a tradition during every christmas break. There was no other event that my parents took more seriously. 

"It's your turn." Theo Nott reminds me, gesturing to the empty bottle laying lifeless on the floor in between all of us.

I eye it for a moment, then scoff, rolling my eyes. I take a large sip from my cup, the taste of hard alcohol burning in my mouth before stating, "I'm not playing."

It's a funny sight- all of us together, with everyone wearing black. The boys wear dark suits and shirts, their coats cast aside on the edge of the balcony. The girls and I wear similar dresses- all black with intricate designs and patterns, each one prettier than the last. We had all spent most of the night dancing and being cordial. Once our parents had stopped caring, we decided to come upstairs on the top floor, like we do every year. 

"You're no fun, Pucey," Pansy drawls, slurring her words as she bursts into a fit of giggles. It's only been an hour, and I can tell that she's absolutely wasted. "You're going to have to go at some point, you know."

"Shove off, Parkinson."

"Shut up, you two," Malfoy cuts in, a look of irritation crossing his face. He then nods towards Daphne. "Greengrass, you're up."

"Finally." Daphne inches closer towards the center of the circle. She encloses her hand around the bottle, then gives it a pathetic spin, hardly making a full round before landing on Theo. Blaise and I glance at each other, both rolling our eyes as a comically wide grin spreads across Daphne's face. She obviously meant to do it on purpose. 

She leans forward and pulls Theo in by his tie, his lips landing on hers. A few people laugh and cheer. He smiles through the kiss as Daphne runs both hands through his hair, tugging at it slightly. 

"God, that's enough, Daphne," Millicent says, looking slightly ill as the two separate. Theo goes back to his original spot in the circle with a satisfied smirk on his face, looking pleased with himself as Daphne gives him a mischievous wink. I try my absolute hardest not to roll my eyes again. 

"Don't we have better things to do than play spin the bottle?" I ask, irritated as she settles down. 

"What?" Daphne says innocently. "This used to be your favorite game, remember?"

"I do." murmurs Blaise, which earns him a glare from me. A few people chuckle, and I instantly recall memories of all of us playing the same game two years ago. If memory served me right, everyone in the room had kissed each other at some point. 

"Draco, it's your turn," interrupts Pansy, looking almost giddy with excitement as she eyes the bottle hungrily, no doubt wanting it to land on her. As much as I loathe her, I almost hope that it does. Those two deserve each other. 

Malfoy hesitates for a moment, and I can swear that his eyes briefly flicker over to me before fixating them onto the bottle. 

"Fine." He finally says. Then, with a small grunt, he leans forward and gives the bottle a hard spin.