Enemy Seduction: Dramione

How It All Went Down

~~Hey guys. This is the second to last chapter. I hope you guys like the ending and continue to read my future works.~~~

Only a Seer would risk sneaking out after curfew on a Sunday.. and dressed so provocatively. Lavender hurried up the staircase towards the Astronomy Tower, her pink slippers softly scuffing the marble floors. She paid no heed to the storm raging outside or to the darkness that lay ahead.

At the bottom of the spiral staircase that led up to the Astronomy Tower, Blaise was waiting for her.

"Lavender," he greeted, his eyes wandering appreciatively over her scantily clad body.

"I thought I had fully satiated your appetite this afternoon," Lavender purred, her lips curling into a wicked smile. Walking into his open arms, she kissed him sensually, her hand eagerly reaching for his nether regions.

"Actually," Blaise mumbled against her lips, wincing as he stopped her hand from father exploration, "That wasn't why I owled you."

Lavender leaned back in his arms. "Oh? Something wrong?" she asked with deceptive sweetness.

"Er," he began. "Well...it's Malfoy."

With a single name, Lavender's charm and patience evaporated. "Malfoy?" she hissed.

"Darling, please- he's very distraught," Blaise explained in a rush.

"Distraught?" she said, shoving out of his arms. "I snuck out of my dormitories in my lingerie to be with you. I thought you had settled all this at quidditch practice-"

Lavender was hit with a vision of earlier that afternoon when two Slytherins had been engrossed in a midair conversation. She swore aloud when she heard Blaise's inspired speech instead of the one they had rehearsed.

"Perfect, Blaise," she said, coming out of her fit. "Just perfect. I ask you to do one thing, one simple task-"

"He's in a horrible state," he fumbled. "I dunno what to do with him!"

Lavender retied her robe. "Where is he?" she snarled.

Blaise's gaze drifted up the winding stairs. It was too dark to see the top, but Lavender could hear a low voice... singing?

"What's he doing?" she asked.

"He's gone mad," Blaise explained as he led her up the stairs. "When he disappeared after practice, I didn't think anything of it. Figured he'd come here to sulk. By the time I arrived, the bloody idiot had taken a draught of Goblin's Breath."

Lavender gasped. "But it's been banned for nearly a century!'

"And for good reason," Blaise said. "Lucius has some hidden at the manor. We tried it once. Foul stuff." Blaise shuddered for emphasis, 

As they drew close, Blaise flourished his wand. The landing was illuminated, revealing a disheveled Draco slumped over the top few steps shivering in his soaked quidditch robes.

"He looks drunk," Lavender observed.

Blaise grunted. "He's delusional. Just keeps singing that same bloody song over and over. Almost certain it's the one from the ball Warbeck opened with."

"Did you try a sobering charm?" Lavender asked, waving her hand in front of Draco's face as he continued to mumble out of tune.

"Yes," Blaise said. "As you can see, he'll need something a bit stronger than that."

"Blah?" Draco said, struggling to lift his head. "Tha' you?"

"It's me, mate," Blaise grimaced, hovering over him.