ALLURING || D.M.

Chapter 42

Small round tables spread over the floor, a separate area for everyone under twenty-five, Thalia was certainly open about the whole matchmaker role. Lilianne just thanked her mother's inside to sit her next to Blaise and Jaimie, the hard material already uncomfortable over her eyes. People moved in small groups, some openly laughing, clearly intoxicated, others careful, everyone's real expression hidden in plain sight.

She saw a group of boys bowing too low, mocking whoever was the target of their amusement at the dance, one of them almost tripped, hanging on to a brunette next to him, 'Oh, thank you darling' he flashed a smile, right that moment James sat next to her.

"Is the food any good?" He asked, followed by Bas who seemed glued to his side. She was determined to enjoy this night, so she ignored everything else and focused on her visit throughout the meal interval. Across the floor, Draco's attention flicked toward her, jaw tightening just slightly as he ignored whatever people spoke of at his table.

He just chewed the roasted duck as the Carmichael girl next to him touched his arm. An hour passed through tedious conversation, not any more stimulating than that 'quibbler' newspaper. People had chosen to dance again, and against one another too, emboldened by the amount of wine in their systems. Lightweights.

Decadence continued in splashes of colour as the girl intended to drag him to the floor. He was stressed and fussed, but he saw blue eyes upon him in the corner of his eye, so he went straight to the dancing floor. A glass of wine was drowned to cool the burning in her stomach, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, she thought as the red drink went down her pipe.

"Hey, calm down!" The brunette next to her spoke jockingly, gently removing the glass after she had finished, she looked up in question, retracting at his condescending warning. He would never tell on her, but he always threatened to when her reckless side made a passing visit. Blaise and James kept discussing the international regulations they were complaining about, their travels tarnished by long queues and registration.

Draco on the other hand was thinking, traidor, traidor, traidor, what the hell was Blaise playing at? Speaking so smoochly with the enemy. He was supposed to be his friend, Zabini was meant to be mocking him, ridiculing him and painting Draco in a god-like light. Not fucking jocking with the prat. That's friendship, he'll see when he needs my help.

Sabine Carmichael kept whispering something near his face, relishing in his hands down her back. Her mother had been very clear, get a good match. And he not only was a good match, but a fricking appetizing one too.

After a couple dances another blonde basically pushed her away, taking the heir for herself. Poorly disguising her flirt with open flattery, your house this, your mask this, your shoulders this, decoration this. For fuck's sake, can you shut up and just dance?

"Lestrange" His voice was low, like he had debated this in his head over and over and instinct had overcome brain. Lily turned around, along with Zabini and the brunette he now despised. I don't fucking care we've never spoken. "Mate, this guy's met..." Blaise moved his chair to let Draco in on the conversation but the blond was angry at him too. "There is a problem in the kitchen, someone messed up" He spoke, ignoring everyone but her.

She furrowed her brows, "You organized this, didn't you?" he excused. "Am..." She doubted, she had just picked some linens, she looked at the two boys next to her. "I'll stay with Blaise and Jaimie, go" Bas spoke animatedly, more than eager to converse with the older boys, less than an hour and Zabini had earned the kid's favour too.

"Well don't throw her out either, you little minx" James patted his back, he looked at the girl, "I won't move, I swear". Draco's hand clenched and Blaise saw him like he was fucking crazy, the girl pursed her lips, coudln't someone else tell her there was a problem?